1 comments/ 39105 views/ 1 favorites Office Sweet By: Tempestmir It wasn’t an unreasonable request…in fact, as expectations go, one could have easily classified this as mediocre. There was just one missing element, which seemed either reluctant or very determined not to come to the forefront. It was this constantly missing thread which was his current undoing. Frustrated, papers strewn about the oak desk in front of him, he gave into the sense of defeat that had been creeping up on him for the past hour. Throwing in the towel, he stood and turned away from the desk to stare out the window at the dismal scenery provided by a less than penthouse view. Outside, the weather clearly reflected his current state of mind. The rain had been coming down in torrents for the better part of the day. The dreariness, now accompanied by a roaring cacophony of thunderclaps and an impressive visual display of almost constant lightning across a starless night sky, was somewhat abated by the spectacle, but was hardly removed from his temperament. It had been the same for much of the week, remnants of yet another tropical disaster bombarding the coast with more flooding and destruction in its wake. Despite the mess, however, one could not help but admire the brilliant exhibition being splashed across the inky backdrop outside. It was certainly better than what his traitorous computer had been churning out for him this evening. The very thought of the project, which was due at the end of the week and was so close to completion, made his blood boil. He had been pouring over the information for hours and could not get the damn thing to do what he wanted. He was exhausted, his head throbbing from a weeks worth of intense concentration and his eyes burned from staring blankly at a monitor with very few, if any, breaks. Massaging his temples in a soothing circular motion, he sat back down, leaning as far back as the leather wingback chair allowed. The earthy, rich scent of the new leather wrapped around him, bringing a small smile as some of the tension began ebbing out of his tense muscles, forcing them to relax if only a little. “Want some sugar, big boy?” The voice was soft and sultry, a barely audible breath across his ear and down the back of his neck. The fine hairs stood on end, causing a dilemma as to whether he should shy away or meet the caress head on. An amused giggle resounded from this obvious conundrum, making him aware of a definite other presence in his midst. Startled, his eyes flew open and he whirled around in the chair to face the voice at his side. His gaze darted momentarily toward the clock on the far wall, noting the time. He had dozed off. Not for a considerable amount of time, but long enough to have not heard anyone enter the office proper, let alone the room that he now occupied. Before him stood his assistant, soaked to the bone. One look at her confirmed that his request to keep the adjacent lot open for visitors had been ignored. The flooding must have already begun, he concluded, noting with a wry smile the way her pant legs were rolled up to her slender knees. He allowed his eyes to drink in the sight, as he couldn’t help himself. Her clothes molded to every curve of her body, accentuating them lovingly. Her long, dark hair hung in dripping ringlets down the small of her back, while rogue strands had plastered themselves across her forehead and along her smooth, high boned cheeks. One particularly stubborn tendril had found its way across her forehead to hang suspended just above her full and tempting lower lip. A droplet of water escaped, running down the corner of her lips toward her chin and he felt the breath catch in his throat as her tongue instinctively shot out and captured it before it met its mark. She shot him an inquisitive look and he realized that she had spoken to him and was waiting for a reaction. Feeling the colour rising in his face, he focused his attention elsewhere, anywhere but upon her. “Wha…what was that you said? I didn’t catch it…” he stammered, feeling awkward and quite embarrassed at his improper initial response to her presence. He had admitted to himself a year ago, when he’d first hired her, that he had not called her back for a second interview because of her resume. In truth, he couldn’t even remember really reading her resume in the first place. He had just wanted to see her again. It had been a fortunate twist of fate that she was not only excellent at her job, but was a fount of information and ideas which had helped his growing company blossom into a recognizable name in the industry. Ever since discovering that there was more to her than just a blisteringly hot body and undeniable sex appeal, he had made a rule to never think of her as anything but what she was: a co-worker. To try anything else not only had the potential of a harassment suit, which would destroy his career, but would also result in losing someone who had quickly become an asset to the company. Beautiful as she was, nothing was worth losing his business over. To do something to jeopardize all that he had worked so hard for would be just plain foolish. As if capable of reading his mind, she cocked her head to the side, fixing him with a crooked, ‘I know what you’re thinking’ look and pulled a chair over to his desk. “I asked you if you wanted some sugar,” she laughed, holding up a cup of coffee from the tray she had brought in. "I figured you’d been up half the night trying to get that damn program to run for you. After seeing you drooling on your new chair, I’m going to assume I was right.” He looked to the side, grinning with embarrassment at the telltale marks, which proved her story true. Dabbing them gently with a tissue, he chuckled self-consciously while she leaned out of her chair and turned his monitor for a better look at the screen he had been staring blankly at all afternoon. As she closed the space between them, the faint intermingling scent of musk and lilac drifted toward him, causing him to breathe deeply. She smelled like the forest on a warm summer afternoon, just after a sun shower. She shifted onto her elbow to allow for a more comfortable viewing position and moved her heavy and cumbersome hair away from her face and off of her shoulder. “You’ve been at this all day, haven’t you?” she inquired, turning to look at him. From her position, halfway across his desk, she was close enough for him to count her eyelashes. Such nearness was beginning to have an adverse effect on his senses, forcing him to stand abruptly and start pacing the room. “Yeah, I’ve been staring at that thing for almost sixteen hours and I still can’t figure out what the problem is. I’ve worked it and reworked it and it’s just not being agreeable.” She laughed again, a deep, lusty sound that pulsated through his body with a most disconcerting effect. Standing up straight, she started over to his seat, stopping briefly to remove her jacket and lay it across the back of her own chair. Underneath, she wore a white, button down shirt, which was little more than tissue paper in its effectiveness. As she moved in front of the screen and began testing her own ideas upon the program, the monitor’s faint glow perfectly illuminated her form without a trace of modesty. The situation was becoming too much for him to handle. Being in her presence had never been a problem before now, as fellow co-workers were always surrounding them. Now, with everyone long since gone home, they were alone in a darkened office and there was nothing stopping his vivid imagination from wandering to all the previously avoided improper places. Her hair was beginning to slowly dry and, before it became too unruly forcing, she unconsciously tied the mass back into a knot, exposing the winding knot-work of the Celtic tattoo that gradually disappeared under her shirt collar. He had noticed this marking before, on numerous occasions, but had never paid it much attention, except to recognize the irresponsible wild streak it represented in her personality. Not that he had ever been deluded into believing that she was the stereotypical business executive. She was the furthest thing from it, in truth. It was something that he had acknowledged immediately upon meeting her, as well as something he had long since denied about his own personality. Although he had to wonder if his own wild streak ran quite as deep as hers seemed to, he had to admit its presence nonetheless, and that it screamed for release on more than one occasion. He had set a goal for himself a long time ago, and impulsive actions would only serve to undermine his plans for success and his future. It was becoming more and more difficult to deny its existence in his personality, however, as well as to deny that he liked possessing it. On more than one occasion, he had found himself wanting to call into the office on an especially beautiful day, more interested in taking a cruise by the beach house than in toiling over an application deadline. The work would never suffer as a result of such spontaneity, as it could simply get covered by his more than competent staff. He just could never bring himself to actually carry out the impulse, as though the entire structure would collapse had he not arrived that morning. Things changed dramatically once she had come to be part of the company. More than once she had walked in to find him immersed in a project, only to rouse him from his seat and send him home early for some relaxation or on an extended lunch so he could get his mind onto something else in order to come back to work with a new angle. It was almost to the point where he couldn’t help but occasionally wonder who was really running the show. He chuckled in spite of himself at this revelation, causing her to look his way and cock an eyebrow at his quiet but still audible outburst. Catching himself, he waved it off as an undeniable need for some sleep and, with a shrug, she went back to studying the screen. Sitting himself in a chair across from her, he watched her thinking and experimenting with different code and formulas, her delicate brow creased in concentration while she unconsciously nibbled on her bottom lip. Her sleeves were rolled up and her shirt was mostly unbuttoned, exposing the barest hint of a white, silky camisole underneath. Both garments were practically useless coverings since they were still quite wet and, for the most part, utterly transparent. The rise and fall of her breathing pressed her breasts against the flimsy materials, the bronzed hue of her summer skin so drastic against the whiteness. Her nipples were erect, jutting through the fabric unashamed, declaring the chill in the room from the central air conditioning. For a brief moment, he wondered if taking them into his mouth would warm them or make them stand even more at attention. “Would you like me to turn down the A/C?” he asked, hoping she wouldn’t consider what had brought her chill to his attention. “You’re still soaked from walking over, I wouldn’t want you falling ill and taking days off.” She laughed, the action causing the current focus of his attentions to push harder against their restraints, taunting him. “That would be great, actually. I think my clothes may dry a little faster that way, too.” As great a shame as that would be, he decided it was better than her deciding to put more clothes on in an attempt to keep warm. He walked into the other room and fidgeted with the temperature until the overhead humming subsided. He could hear her moving about in the other room, and then the telltale rush of air as one of the office windows opened. A gust of warm, moist air greeted him upon re-entering his office and the temperature difference was almost staggering. He wouldn’t have been surprised to see a rain cloud begin to take form in the room. “I thought that maybe the muggy crap outside might equal out the cold in here,” she explained, shrugging. Her shirt was now fully unbuttoned, falling slightly away from her shoulders and emphasizing the ampleness of her breasts straining against the flimsy lingerie. She was leaning casually against the windowsill, wearing a cheshire expression, as she reached into the pocket of her shirt and produced a small, silver cigarette case. She removed a clove cigarette from the case and, leaning over to where her bag rested on his desk, sought out her lighter in her purse. The unconscious act giving more and more exposure to the bra-less cleavage he couldn’t tear his eyes from. “Do you mind?” she inquired, holding up the cigarette and lighter and gesturing towards the window. “I don’t usually smoke, but it helps me concentrate sometimes. Normally I’d go outside, but since there’s no one here I thought to just hang out the window so it wouldn’t seep into the office too much.” He shrugged, gesturing for her to go ahead and was rewarded with a beaming smile as the lighter flickered, catching the aromatic paper aflame. The heady aroma drifted slightly on the breeze, making the room seem more exotic, the tension more sensual than stressed. Even the way she smoked was erotic, the long drags drifting lazily from her lips only to be caught up in a quick intake through her nose. French inhaling, he believed they called it, though he wasn’t much of a smoker. In truth, he had very few of the more traditional vices. He didn’t smoke, drink or dabble with the occasional recreational drugs. Hell, he didn’t even drink coffee, despite the fact that she was always trying to convince him to switch to it from the soda he always had by his side. The way she would sigh and coo while savouring the taste of the dark liquid she ingested on a daily basis taunted him with daydreams of other things that could illicit such responses. He had to wonder if it was a dislike of the beverage or the sensual method of ingestion that caused him to send her on her way when she would tease him with the offering of a sip. A social glass of wine was about as close as he came to the edge, in any given year. He was, however, extremely fond of beautiful women, and a more dangerous vice could not be had, in his opinion. This specimen in particular was threatening to thoroughly undo his usually reticent demeanor. “So any ideas?” he asked, hoping that focusing his attention on the project might keep it from wandering any further into dangerous territory. “A few,” she admitted, balancing the clove like an incense stick upon the sill. She walked forward and gestured for him to join her in front of the monitor. “I think that changing a few elements here and there might make it come together quicker. I don’t know exactly what the bug potential will be with the finished product, but right now it’s more important that we just produce some sort of product, regardless of how finished it actually is. “The smaller nuances can be worked out later, once the client’s been appeased and shown that we’ve actually been doing something with their money all these months.” She grinned at her last statement, and he joined her in it. Her point was well taken, right now the main importance wasn’t that the product worked perfectly, just that it existed, something that his type A personality had trouble realizing. “I don’t know what I would do without you, sometimes,” he admitted, unable to catch the lusty emotion in his voice before the comment was out in the open. She turned to look directly at him, her lips curving into a knowing smirk, “I’m sure you would find someone else to look at.” Startled, he backed away from her, causing her grin to broaden as she chuckled at his astonishment. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? I’m not oblivious, you know.” He found himself speechless, unable to provide the answer to her question. There was only one for it, and the thought of offering it to her made his throat tighten. How long had she known? What was she going to do with the information? Had he really been so blatant? The questions just kept coming, making him wish there were a wall nearby that he could bang his head off of without her noticing. He had thought himself quite subtle in his admiration of her. He did not resort to leering at her, as he’d seen some men do. He’d witnessed both blue collar and white collar alike helping themselves to an indulgent fantasy as she passed them by, but he’d thought himself better than that, which apparently wasn’t so. Perhaps she was just so used to the attention, regardless of whether it was welcome or no, that her observations were more astute than most. Regardless, he considered himself to be in some pretty hot water if she decided to take offense. “I…I…I don’t know what to say,” he stammered, eyes focusing on his shoes, the wall, out the window…anywhere but on her. “I’m sorry would be a good start, I suppose. That and a promise it’ll never happen again, of course. “You’re such an asset to the company that I shudder to think of how long it would take to find someone with even half of your skills, let alone your personality. Honestly, I would hate to lose you because of something as foolish as my non-respectful behaviour.” She laughed good-naturedly, washing away his awkward tirade with a wave of her hand. “I didn’t say it bothered me. You really needn’t apologize so profusely.” “You’re sure?” he tried, unsuccessfully, to hide his skepticism and genuine surprise. Anyone else might have run to their lawyer; but she seemed to suggest she liked his attentions. A glimmer of hope rose in his chest, could it be possible that she welcomed his advances? It wasn’t as though he was a disgusting and obese troll, covered in warts and oozing sores, feasting regularly on the innards of small creatures while sitting at his desk delegating responsibility. He was young and quite handsome, if he dared say so himself. Dark hair, piercing indigo eyes, a determined and focused personality, coupled with a confident attitude and flirtatious nature made him actually quite a catch, he thought. He had just never thought that catching a co-worker was a wise idea. “I have a strict inter-office dating policy,” she informed him, “I don’t do it.” She laughed at this admission and he felt compelled to join her, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t believe in it either. It’s bad politics.” “I agree…but I also believe there are exceptions to the rule, providing both parties are in agreement to the terms.” This addition to the conversation intrigued him. With him, there were rarely ever exceptions to the rules. Rules were rules. Granted, some were made to be broken within reason, like speed limits, for instance. They are placed for the safety of the population, true, but are bendable when the majority of the population isn’t around to get in the way of some highway amusement. Could office rules follow the same ideal? He was already in the midst of re-creating some of his own ideals, when she decided to up the stakes a little bit by removing her outer layer. The soggy linen shirt was carefully draped across the back of the chair, and then the whole of it was dragged to the corner of the room where there was a small fan in place for circulation. As she turned to him, lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the room, as well as the smirk upon her face. From the outer office, the glow from the other monitors provided a gentle backdrop for her advance. Outside, the pitter-patter of the rain upon the exterior ledge mingled with the occasional automobile racing through the swamped streets. “Shall we try to conquer this demon, then?” she inquired, gesturing him back into his chair. He tried in vain to suppress his disappointment at the abrupt change of subject, but found himself unable to quell his curiosity. She walked to stand behind his chair, turning it to face the monitor while she leaned upon the broad back of it. Office Sweet “See these lines here?” she motioned to the unfinished pieces he had been toiling over for much of the evening, “You can replace them with this to overwrite the error…” She moved his chair out of the way and, leaning upon the arm, typed in a few things to alter the processing. Her hair was becoming unbound from its knot, tendrils falling across her shoulders and downward to tickle his arm and hand where they floated about her. Haphazardly, she moved them out of her way, the action accidentally bringing the edge of her breast in contact with his shoulder. The involuntary touch sent a shudder through him, as he couldn’t help but realize how little stood between him and the bountiful flesh right next to him. Saying a small prayer that her concentration was truly upon the computer, he dared a sideways glance. His breath caught once again, for the dim light, shining directly at her, highlighted every inch of her breasts for his viewing. The taut, tanned flesh pressing against the useless fabric of her deeply cut negligee, her pert, erect nipples protruding from the white silk seemed to beg for him to caress them. The light on the screen flickered, bringing his attention back to where it was supposed to be, and he realized with great joy that whatever she had done was getting the system to respond correctly. “You’re amazing…” he whispered, watching the data dance in front of him. “You have no idea,” she responded, her face turning to him, her luscious mouth mere inches from his own. “Oh?” he swallowed hard as his eyes locked with hers and he summoned all of his willpower to keep his focus from drifting lower, despite the welcoming view. “You want to touch them, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes smiling at the astonishment he was unable to hide from his own. “I…” “Go on, then. Get it out of your system, because the suspense is killing me.” He froze. Had she just said what he thought she had? Had she just invited him to touch her? In answer to his question, she turned his chair to face her while she sat upon his desk. Taking hold of his hands, she brought them up and placed them upon her, inviting him to have his way. They were magnificent. Overflowing from his hands, the hard nubs of her nipples pushing against his palms, he thought he would die from the heat they emitted against his touch. Her head fell back on a sigh, as his ministrations became slightly bolder. He massaged the flesh, caressed it, taking her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinching them slightly to see if he could garner a response. Her lips parted with a sharp intake of breath as she pushed herself against his touch. “Put your mouth on them,” she requested, “I want to feel your lips on me.” Groaning inwardly, his resolve shattered, he bent forward and suckled upon each in turn through the flimsy fabric, finally removing the useless article of clothing altogether. As long as he was dreaming, he figured, he might as well go the full extent. She allowed him to remove the top, baring her beautiful body to him. Her skin was soft and supple, tanned from many hours in the sun. He remembered her once mentioning to a co-worker that she love to spend her weekends laying out by the pool naked, as her backyard was surrounded by empty tree-lined acreage. The thought of following that bronzed skin to the tip of her toes and back again drove him forward. He began devouring her, running his mouth across her ribs, nipping at her skin, licking a path from tip to tip of her breasts. In response to his attack, she brought her legs around his waist, locking herself to him, her hot centre pressing intimately against the quickening bulge in his pants. He groaned, unable to form a complete sentence. Her skin was so hot beneath his hands, he needed to feel more, taste every inch of her. Deftly, her hands found their way between them, quickly freeing him from his shirt. The hot, muggy summer air hit his skin before she had pressed him to her once more. Then her mouth found his, crushing down upon his lips with a passion he’d have never imagined existed. Their tongues mated feverishly then pulled away, teeth nipping upon lips only to recede and delve back into one another again. He freed himself from her spell briefly, his common sense screaming for him to realize what he was doing, was about to do, but there was no communicating with his sense of reality at this time. All lines were busy and he wasn't going to wait around to leave a message. Instead, he relinquished all control to the animal instinct within, letting his mouth once again come to rest upon her beautiful breasts, sucking and biting them until she whimpered and writhed, grinding her heat against him. With a groan, he moved downward, pressing her back upon his desk, her hair spreading across it like an ebony halo. Slowly, he licked and kissed a trail to the top of her jeans, tracing his fingers softly across her skin until she succumbed to the delicious shivers. One by one, he opened the buttons on her pants, kissing and licking each bit of skin he exposed until they were fully unbuttoned and he could ease them down and over her hips. Underneath, he found only skin and was delighted to discover that her tan did indeed go all the way to her toes. Her pants in a heap upon the floor, he took a moment to drink in the sight of this bronzed goddess splayed upon his desk. Her long limbs resting comfortably upon the arms of his chair behind him, while he stood between, in full view of her glistening centre. Casually, he ran his hands up her thighs, pleased at the quivering response the action garnered. Gently, he traced his thumbs along the perfectly shaved triangle of hair between them. She was so hot and he didn’t need the light to see that she was dripping with anticipation of what was to come. Her desire was almost palpable, a living entity which clawed and grasped at him from within the depths of the passion he read in her eyes. With a grunt, he unbuttoned his pants, giving himself some breathing room, as his own desire was stretching to the limits as well. He leaned over her, biting and suckling upon her once more. She moaned quite audibly, pressing herself against him the pleasure it caused him to wonderfully intense it was torturous. “You want that don’t you, you sexy bitch? You want me to bury myself to the hilt inside you and fuck you until you scream. Is that what you want?” He hesitated slightly at his own words, shocked by his demeanor and the recipient of the comment. Despite their current situation, he was still unsure of himself. At this point he sure as hell knew what he wanted, but was afraid that she was going to come to her senses at any minute. His worry was for naught, as she responded to his lusty tirade with a deeper and wilder groan, her thighs tightening their grip upon his hips. Emboldened by her reaction, he removed himself from her impressive grip, kissing another hot trail from the valley of her breasts to her navel, smiling as her back arched to meet his lips at every touch. His hands gripping her thighs firmly, he leaned lower, breathing in the scent of her as his mouth teased the soft curls at her apex. “I’m going to give you what you want soon enough, my dear,” but first, I want to feast upon you.” She moaned incoherently, bringing herself closer to his lips as he kissed and teased her. Then he came forward, pressing his mouth over her, licking up her honeyed juices with gusto. She was so clean and sweet to the taste, quivering against his tongue as he lapped her up, sucking upon her while she moaned and writhed upon the desk before him. He marveled at the intensity of her response. Her hair clung to her forehead in dampened ringlets as she tossed her head from side to side, gutturally moaning his name over and over. He could tell she was close to climax, as she ground against his chin with every thrust of his tongue and fingers, and he debated momentarily whether or not to release her from this particular torment and then start anew with another, but decided against it. He wanted to feel her squeeze around him for her first orgasm, and his fingers just wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate her response. Instead, he stood, letting his pants slide off of his hips as his engorged flesh sprang free of its prison. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed against her slick swell, teasing her until she was gasping and scratching his thighs with her nails, her hands digging into his flesh as she waited for him to come to her. God what a beautiful sight she made, sprawled upon his desk like a wanton harlot. Her hair was thrown wildly about her, her chest heaving as she panted with need. Her dark eyes were hooded, gazing at him hotly, lewd promises held within their depths, while her parted lips, swollen from his passionate kisses, smirked at him with a new amusement. He kissed her again, unable to deny his need and determined to wipe the grin from her smug little face. The response was scorching, burning him to his toes as his cock, positioned at the starting gate, twitched and urged him forward, the tip just entering her heat before her legs clamped around him stopping his entrance. “Not yet,” she whispered into his ear, her hands positioning themselves against his chest, while her legs eased him away from her, “You’re not the only one with a trick or two up their sleeve.” Before he had fully recovered from the surprise of being told to wait, she pushed him backward to land in a sprawling heap in his chair. With cat-like grace she eased herself from the desk and onto her knees before him, wrapping her arms around his legs and running her mouth and tongue all over him. With gradually increasing force, she took one of his nipples between her teeth, nipping the hard bud and introducing a shock wave of pleasure running through his body. Her mouth blazed a trail across his abdomen in her decisive descent. Her tongue tasted the salty maleness of his skin, as she grabbed hold of him with her petite yet strong little hand and shot him a smoldering glance before running her tongue from base to tip. He moaned his approval of this new exploration, his body in full agreement. Her tongue tortured him, sliding along his thick shaft, hesitating only to administer butterfly kisses across the tip and back down. Without warning, she grabbed him securely sending the blood rushing through him until he was so swollen and hypersensitive to the touch he thought he would burst. With an evil grin, she brought her mouth down on him, swallowing him to the hilt. A strangled gasp escaped his lips and he grabbed hold of the arms of the chair until his knuckles were white and his fingers were leaving marks on the supple leather. A moan echoed deep in his throat, surprising even him with its depth and intensity. Her mouth moved up and down in a steady sucking rhythm, his hips involuntarily matching her stroke for stroke. He could feel her tongue wrapping around his shaft with every movement of her lips, his body tightening with his need as she caressed him with fingertips and tongue. The sensation of her hot mouth and tongue bathing him lovingly was almost too much to handle. With a groan, he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to stand and back up against the desk. Hands on her slender waist, he lifted her upon the desktop, leaning her back in order to properly position her for unobstructed access. To his genuine surprise, she braced herself upon her elbows, her arms bent behind her and both legs upon his shoulders. Then, wrapping her ankles around his neck, she dragged him bodily to her, reaching up with one hand to bring his mouth to hers. “Fuck me…please. I want to feel you inside me!” she begged, nipping at his lips and chin, while pulling him almost on top of her. Not one to disappoint a beautiful naked woman with a purpose, he brought himself to her opening. She was so wet with her desire, it took all of his concentration and restraint not to just bury himself in her heat. He was determined to tease her, to torture her with the desire and anticipation he had felt for her since the first day she had walked into his life, until they both could not take any more. This was an experience he was going to savor and he refused to ease either of their suffering until the very last second, as he may never find himself in this position again. “Is this what you want?” he asked her, rubbing the head of his cock against her until she squirmed and whimpered before him. “Do you want this?” “God, yes!” she responded, her breaths coming in short gasps as she tried to drag him forward. “Please, give it to me!” He allowed himself the pleasure of entering her halfway. A wave of intense pleasure washed over him as her muscles closed around him, sucking him farther into her. The intensity of her heat was almost unbearable, never in his life had he felt something so rousing. It was as if she was molded especially for him. “God you feel so good,” he whispered into her ear. A low, rumbling moan from the recesses of her throat was his only response as she fell backwards upon the desk once more, her legs urging him forward, her straining muscles begging him to come to her. His resolve in shambles, he finally relented and gave in to the primal urges that had been controlling him since she first put his hands on her. Grabbing hold of her hips, he drove into her, burying himself fully. A resounding cry echoed through the stillness of the room as she arched her back off of the desk, her hips rising in his grasp to meet him as he started to feverishly thrust into her. With a primitive growl, he fell upon her, scattering the contents of his desk upon the floor in his wake. Her legs clamped about his arms and shoulders, her hips rising to take every inch of him into her as she scratched a bloody trail across his shoulders and down his back. She was so tight and wet that he felt she was squeezing the life from him with every stroke. Her orgasm was building towards a screaming crescendo, he could feel her bearing down on him like a vise, her muscles milking him towards his own climax and not leaving him much room for refusal. He wanted to hold back, he wanted to feel her clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, wracking her body with orgasmic spasms until she lay beneath him gasping for breath. Reaching between them, he gingerly rubbed his thumb across her swollen clit, smiling with satisfaction as her body once again arched, bringing her shoulders clear off the desk and sending her into the exact reaction he had been craving. Her shout of ecstasy rang clear throughout the room and outer office, overpowering the traffic noise and thunderstorm combined. Her pussy gripped him mercilessly, forcing the same response from him and giving no quarter. The pressure built within him, and he let it ride. With a cry of his own, he let the pleasure flow through him, his muscles tense as he let loose the buildup of pressure and released himself into her waiting warmth. Exhausted, he fell backwards into his waiting chair, drinking in the vision of his beautiful assistant laying naked, spent and sprawled across his desktop. He had reached a level of peace most likely reserved for devout monks at the height of Zen. He had found Utopia and never wanted to return home. With a sigh, his vision returned to her senses and raised herself into a sitting position upon the desk. Smiling, she gestured towards the windowsill, indicating the cigarette she had left behind in favour of a more tasty diversion. With a chuckle, he handed it back to her, watching intently as she re-lighted it and took a long drag. For a moment, he allowed himself to believe that this was the beginning of something new and wonderful for him. The escape to the exciting unknown that he had always craved but shied away from due to an incapability to ignore his common sense. If only it was possible to have this newfound bliss happily coincide with the responsible reality of his normal existence. “So much for office politics…” she mused, climbing down from her perch to lean in front of him. Almost as an afterthought, he reached out, cupping a breast in his hand and caressing it. The quiet sigh she emitted changed to a purr as he took the still erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it between them. She leaned into his touch, eyes shut and lips parted, enjoying the warmth of his hands on her body. “So where do we go from here?” he wondered aloud, not sure if he really wanted the answer. She laughed gently, reaching out to brush her hair away from his face in order to place a peck on his damp forehead. “Well, there’s that trip to Florida…” she grinned. “I’m going to need someone to carry my luggage.” He laughed, thinking that spending time in a tropical environment with a woman who despises tan lines could be a memorable experience. He must have been dreaming, because late nights at work only ended like this in the movies. She stood up, removing herself from his grasp, and began putting her clothes back on. Although disappointed to be losing the tremendous view, he knew it was for the best. They couldn’t risk anyone finding them in their current state, or it would mean trouble for office relations. “Looks like we finished up at the same time,” she laughed, pointing to the monitor. The program had ceased churning and had launched the long awaited demo. With a whoop of joy, he grabbed her by the shoulders, planting a solid kiss upon her lips, “You are amazing!” “You have no idea,” she grinned and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the déjà vu. “I’m beginning to get one,” he replied with a smirk. She winked at him, “See, I knew you needed some sugar…” The sound of her voice startled him from his reverie…wheeling around in his chair, he realized that he had dozed off for a considerable amount of time. The line of saliva dragging from the side of his chair to his lip was a good indication of that as well. Before him, clad in dark jeans, which she had rolled up to her knees and a white button-down shirt was the object of his erotically charged slumber. Just as he had dreamt, she stood there drenched and holding a cup of coffee just under his nose. It was a dream? The entire blissful event had all been a dream? How could it be possible? He wanted to shout to the heavens at such an injustice. It had been so real, so tangible. He swore he could still taste her upon his lips. Surreptitiously, he dared a glance downward and was relieved to discover he had not disgraced himself by ruining his pants in addition to his composure. A small saving grace, that. He collected himself as best he could, only to look up and find that she was laughing at him while unbuttoning her outer shirt, then removing and tossing it across the back of the chair in front of her. Underneath, the lingerie she wore was just as he dreamed, useless. He could see every inch of her outline through the thin, sopping material: The swell of her tanned breasts, accented by the hardened nubs of her nipples where they protruded from the sheer silk. The curve of her back, hips and waist... Following his glance, she shot him a heated look, emphasized by a knowing smile. Slowly, she walked over to stand next to him, crouching down to get a better look at the monitor in front of him. “Look at you, slaving away at this damn program. Honestly, the things you do to yourself.” Turning to face the monitor, her eyes squinting against the glare, she began studying the various lines of code. After about a minute, her face perked up and she entered a few lines of her own and pressed enter. The system sprang to life, the data on the screen flashing and compiling before his eyes. Satisfied with herself, she turned back to him and offered him the cup of coffee she had brought in with Office Sweet her. “Here, I know you don’t really drink this stuff but, after seeing the shape you were in when I got here, I think that some sugar would do good.” Unable to suppress his laughter, he willingly accepted the steaming liquid from her. “My dear, you have no idea…” Office Sweetheart It was the first time he'd seen her naked. She was lying back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, shyly staring up at him. He was standing above her, grinning like the Cheshire cat, taking in the image of all her bare white skin. He'd disposed of his shirt a few moments earlier, and he could see her taking in his toned chest. He undid the button on his jeans and pulled them off, exposing himself to her. He could see her blush, as he crawled up the bed towards her, slowly kissing her on her stomach and chest, working his way up to her lips. She giggled sweetly, squirming to get away but he held her down, gently kissing her lips. As soon as his mouth connected with hers, she relaxed, and he used that moment to bite. A small moan escaped her and he smirked evilly as he ran his hand down the length of her torso and back up again to play with her nipples. She tried to pull away more but he held her down with more force. He wanted her. He'd craved her for weeks, ever since he'd seen her start at the office a few months previously. She'd come over here, flashed him with some sexy lingerie, and then slowly, piece by piece, it had come off and been discarded on his floor. He liked the colour and the way it hid things...but he liked seeing her uncovered and vulnerable more. It gave him this primal urge to control her completely. An urge he was determined to satisfy. He pinned down her neck, lightly choking her and her eyes went wide, enjoying this new found sensation as his other hand began to slowly work it's way down to her clit. He smiled as she moaned with pleasure. She reached up, and tried to tug his hands off her, bring them back up to her chest and her face. With one hand he had both her wrists pinned above her head. Her eyes went wide, and it seemed her whole body was blushing. He looked down at her tiny frame, which it seemed he towered over, and shook is head slowly. "No," He said. "You want this. You wanted to come over here, and act like a slut for a few hours. You want me to be in control, you want me to make you scream. And I want to hear you tell me, how much you want this, how you're my slave, and how you want me to fuck you" She blushed again, and lowered her eyes away from the lust filled glare he was giving her. She bit her lip, and his eyes roamed down the body he was straddling. With his free hand he lightly ran his nails down her side, and across her hips. She muttered something about turning off the light. He leaned down and bit her, hard, at the spot where her neck and her shoulder came together, before he replied. "No, the light stays on," He whispered, the heat of his breath on her neck making her shiver. "I want to tease you, and fuck you, and bend you over and make you take every inch of my hard cock, and I want you to watch it happen sweetie." With that he bit her again, at the same time he began teasing her clit again. She was wet now, getting wetter with each touch. He was raised above her, watching her eyes roll back as she struggled to remain in control of her body. He wished she wouldn't fight it, it would be so enjoyable to watch her cum. He let go of her wrists and used his mouth and his free hand to play with her nipples. She moaned with pleasure, she couldn't help it. Although he bit hard to the point it did hurt, and she knew her nipples would be bruised later, she loved it. She took her now free hands and ran her nails, down his back and up his torso. He was raised above her now, and he had her legs spread apart, he glanced at her, quickly, almost curiously to see if she would really let him, before shoving his cock, hard, into her soft, sweet pussy. She cried out, not with pain, but with a little surprise. He didn't stop though. She knew he was in control. He kept thrusting, as her hips almost involuntarily, moved in rhythm with him. She was crying out, begging him to stop, but loving every moment of it. Her mind was working against her body, something he'd need to stop. Her hands, we're pushing against his hips, trying in vain to hold him back. He slowly, pulled himself away and met her gaze. He smirked at her. He was in charge, what he wanted, he got, and he wanted to watch her body shake as she climaxed. With one swift move he grabbed her hips and flipped her over, bending her, so that he had full access to her now soaked pussy. He shoved into her as hard and fast as he could, one hand holding on to her hips, the other reaching forward to play with her nipples some more. She was groaning with pleasure, and he pulled her head back by her hair so her could hear her better. It made him harder, hearing this tiny little girl, pretending to be so sweet and innocent, moaning his name, begging him to fuck her harder, which he willingly obliged to. Her hips we're bucking with his, and he could feel her tight pussy throbbing, almost at the point of climax. Smirking, knowing she'd like it, and although she'd deny it later, he spanked her. A moan came out of her mouth as he did that, and her eyes rolled back in her head. He grabbed on to her hips, harder, and thrust in and out, as hard and as fast as he could. He watched as she arched her back and her neck, all the muscles in her body tighten, heard her scream, low, and saw her body tremble as she came. He kept fucking her, hard, making her ride out every wave of pleasure, while he fought hard not to cum. Quickly, before he came inside her, her pulled out, and shot his cum, all over her tight ass and her smooth back. She cried out, not expecting the new sensation, of his hot cum all over her body, and collapsed onto his bed, panting, eyes closed, as he shot his last load over her. "Stay there" He said, panting. He reached back, into his laundry basket and pulled out a towel. He wiped all his cum off her back, and her ass, and all the juices off the sides of her thighs, as she lay there, trying to get her breathing back to a normal rate. He cleaned himself up and then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her naked chest to press up against his. They lay like that, quietly, until the sound of a camera shutter disturbed them. She opened her eyes, and noticed his video camera on the side table. "Was...was that on the whole time?" She whispered, blushing furiously. She looked back at him and he nodded. She reached for the camera, as though to delete the video, and he quickly pulled her back and trapped her slender frame under him. "Hey now...none of that!" He said, She pouted, and he kissed her on the mouth, biting her bottom lip, starting to arouse her, all over again.