0 comments/ 26318 views/ 0 favorites Office Temp By: faze office temp "Happy Birthday from all of us" said the card on the desk, small consolation when the stunning temp who had sat opposite for the last three weeks had left last Friday. You'd been hoping that your birthday drinks would provide an opportunity to break the ice... A woman in her late thirties arrived about 10 and was shown to the desk opposite. She wore a grey skirt, low heels, blouse, and hung her jacket on the back of her chair. She was maybe a bit plumpish, medium brown hair tied back in a low ponytail. Well kept but plain. She took out a small photo and plastic toy from her bag and put them on the desk. You thought you'd better be polite as the card and balloons behind your chair were a bit of a give away, so you invite her to join you and the rest of the office crew for a lunch time drink at the wine bar round the corner. She looked slightly uncomfortable at the prospect, smiled, but kept her head down and declined. 'No loss' you thought and got on with the daily monotony. Lunchtime drinks were the usual raunchy office humour with a bit of innuendo. Nice enough but not the outcome you had hoped for. Then something caught your eye... wasn't that the new woman going past the window, perhaps she changed her mind, you thought she turned in to the bar but she didn't come to join you, ' must have been mistaken' you thought. A few minutes later a cheer went up and three dancers came out on to the stage at the other end of the bar. The music pumped up and more drinks were required. Up at the bar you idly glance towards the stage where the three dancers are performing, three 'ample' ladies in their thirties pleasing the crowd very well judging by the whistles. One of them had long brown hair and had her back to the audience. You liked the look of those hips as she gyrated to the music. "Where's those beers?" brought you back to reality, and you returned to your colleagues with a tray of drinks. * * * Office temp pt 2 Back at the office and a bit dozey from too many rushed beers, you notice the new woman is late back. She hurries in two minutes behind everybody else, and sits at the desk. You wonder if she looks a little flustered, maybe she's hot from rushing back to work, or is she wearing a little more make-up than this morning? The phone rings... reality calls. Later that afternoon you part overhear a private call she makes, was that something about 'you know I don't do that kind of work ' You wonder what the agency might be offering, but the call is short and the office is noisy. For the rest of the week she comes in at 10, says little, and rushes off at lunchtime carrying her big black shoulder bag. Friday you decide to work late, monthly sales returns to do. You ask if she wants to stay and do a few extra hours, she looks at her watch and politely declines. The returns take longer than you expect, there's nothing in the fridge at home, and the thought of going shopping fills you with dread. As you pass, the welcoming glow and familiar hubbub of the wine bar draws you in. Scantily clad young waitresses work the evening shift. They all know how to tease the punters and have a string of put-downs well rehearsed for every occasion. Over on the stage a black woman in a white g-string is dancing seductively. You start to relax. The next dancer comes on, a woman in her thirties with long flowing brown hair and slightly too big hips but an ample bust to balance her figure. The music turns bluesey and you start to watch as her hips and waist gyrate in perfect time to the sexy undertones. She looks vaguely familiar, but heavily made-up you wonder if she's as young as she looks. * * * Office temp 3 The dancer moves so seductively around the pole and chair on the stage, you start to wonder about other moves she might be good at, and despite the beers in your otherwise empty stomach, you sense a familiar tingle as your b@lls tighten. You move over to the bar and sit on the corner stool for a better view of the stage without joining the rowdies in front of the stage. The barman notices you haven't taken your eyes off the dancer, you just can't quite be sure, she looks like the office temp, but those curves, those moves, surely that plain frumpy woman could never move like that. The barman comes over and you change from beer to scotch. "Mover ain't she" he smiles, nodding towards the stage. You move uncomfortably on the stool to adjust yourself. "Not bad" you reply nonchalantly. The barman leans over and says quietly "You can get a private showing in the back if you're interested... but not her, the black girl and one of the waitresses do it". The music changes and you look up to see the black girl is back on stage, dressed in red and dancing right at the front of the stage so the guys can slip notes into the top of her hot pants. You have a couple more scotches and turn from your stool to leave when you see the back of a woman in a raincoat with a big black shoulder bag leave the pub. "You off then?" the barman spoke behind you. You turned quickly towards him, then glanced back at the door, but she had gone. "Fancy a bit of that one do you?" the barman enquired. * * * Office temp 4 "Tell you what mate" the barman gave a wry smile, "give me a few days and I'll see what I can arrange... for a small fee of course". Monday and Tuesday she wasn't at her desk. Wednesday she appeared again, in the same grey skirt, beige coat and carrying the huge black shoulder bag. You find yourself watching her intensely, looking for some indication that you might be right. Surely two women could not look so alike and not be at least related? Lunchtime you come out of a meeting to find she's already gone to lunch. You are so intrigued by this feeling that you grab your coat and hurry round to the wine bar. The barman greets you like an old friend. Before you have time to order a pint, he places a Scotch in front of you. "Thought you'd like to celebrate" he grinned "looks like she's changed her mind. £30 for half an hour, plus £10 for me". You quickly down your Scotch, in the hopes that it will numb the shock that you are about to hand over forty quid just to satisfy your curiosity. You order another Scotch and hand over a fifty-pound note. The barman disappears to the back of the bar and returns with your scotch, a small plastic card that reads Room 2, and an even smaller amount of change. "Side door, 6.30" says the barman, and goes off to serve further down the bar. * * * Office temp pt 5 "6.30... on a Wednesday! I must be mad!" your thoughts somersault round in your head as you leave the bar to get back to work. The afternoon is gone before you know it, two meetings, both of which run late, you get back to your desk at 6.10, feeling frustrated and angry. The office is empty. You reach for your jacket and check the pocket for your keys, but feel instead the small plastic card the barman gave you. "Fuck it" you swear out loud, now feeling more deeply angry that your time is not your own. You take out the card and look at it, the tune that had been playing as you left the bar filters back into your thoughts. You glance at your watch - 'Oh why not' you think to yourself, just go round there anyway and decide when you get there. As you approach the bar you notice a dark narrow alley to the right of the building. You glance at your watch as you wait for a chance to cross the road, hoping for time to go in for a drink while you decide, but it's already almost half past. You dodge the traffic as you cross and end up on the pavement opposite, just two feet from the alley. You step into the shadows and feel the air cool with each step. Half way down the building there is a wooden door with no bell. You try the handle, and it opens. * * * Office temp pt 6 Inside you find a long hall, gaudily painted but shabby. There is a sort of 'noise' about the place that is an indistinguishable mixture of the sounds coming from each of the rooms. Something you half recognise is being played loudly upstairs, and the muffled bar noise can be heard through the walls. You start to move along the hall. Each door is painted a different colour with a large number, you pass one and three, gripping the card tightly inside your jacket pocket you approach door two. You turn to look at the door and take a deep breath. Your mind races a jumble of thoughts 'Who, music, dancing, cash, why, hot, nerves, plastic, skin, moving gyrating hips'. A soft music starts to play from inside the room, and you lift the card from your pocket and drop it into the handle mechanism. A soft click unlocks the door and your hot sweaty palm pushes it open... * * * Office temp pt 7 The room inside is dark, lit by scented candles and carefully positioned mirrors. An abundance of fabric covers the walls, windows and doorways, giving the room a tent-like almost Arabic feeling. Your nerves calm, you feel relaxed by the darkness and the quiet bluesy music that seems to be all around you. The door softly clicks shut behind you and you feel two hands lift the weight of your jacket, your arms hang loosely as it slides down your back and off. You breath in deeply, relaxed for a moment then your startled mind races... where...who...? Soft hands run through your hair, down your cheeks and neck and start to massage your shoulders. Aware of the pressure your knees give way and you lower from standing to sitting on the corner of a firm bed. You try to turn but a soft voice says "no"... * * * Office temp pt 8 You close your eyes, these fingers feel good, the dark calmness of the room seems to be engulfing you... You hear a faint jingle of bells somewhere outside, "don't move" says the soft voice, the anger of the day has drifted away, you are in no mind to argue. The door clicks and opens, a cool draft enters the room and you feel fabric brush against your hand on the edge of the bed as it passes. You open your eyes and struggle to focus in the darkness as the door clicks shut again. You are aware that the woman behind you is no longer there... "Good evening Mr Metz".. it's a different voice! You turn towards the sound from your left and your eyes settle on a curvaceous woman in a low cut, short black dress. Long brown hair falls around her shoulders and frames her face. Your mouth drops open and she reaches forward touching your chin with her middle finger. As your mouth closes her index finger follows the outline of your lips, then she draws her hand back to her own face and slips the finger into her mouth... you swallow.... * * * Office temp pt 9 She moves closer, standing in front of you now, her legs astride yours, your face just inches from her ample breasts which smell...wonderful. Her hips sway gently in time to the soft music, her shoulders rocking back and forth. Her left hand runs through your hair, she raises the right hand back up to her mouth and moistens her middle finger between her deep red lips. She idly strokes her free hand down her body in time to the music, loitering momentarily on a nipple and her belly. Her left hand tilts your head downward to follow the movement of her free hand. She moves her hand from her belly across to your face and pushes her middle finger teasingly into your mouth, then her fingers disappear from sight inside the front of her dress, and back to your face, the sweet smell that now adorns her fingers makes your heart race. You open your mouth to speak; she covers it with her hand to stop you. She pulls your hands from the bed up on to her thighs and rises up and down indicating you should stroke and investigate her hemline. Your fingers reach up under the bottom of the hem towards her buttocks; her left hand strokes your face softly while her right hand silently undoes the bottom three buttons of the dress * * * Office temp pt 10 The dress now hangs slightly open and you can see a flash of thigh where the lace of her stocking tops meets milky white flesh. Your hands rise under the hem of the dress and you cup her buttocks in your hands. The dress starts to rise and open in front of you. Her hand tightens in your hair pulling your head back so that you can't see the treasure you seek. She pushes you backwards onto the bed and walks round to climb on to the bed up by your head. You wonder what to say but your head seems empty and yet full at the same time! She kneels beside your head as she moves swiftly down your body undoing the buttons of your shirt and trousers with such skill. The opening at the bottom of her dress now inches from your face, you can smell her sweet juices, and catch a momentary glimpse of those soft folds that await you. Almost without realising you lift the weight of your hips as she slides your trousers and pants down to your knees, and they drop to the floor. Lust takes over and you raise your arms to her hips and push the dress up in one swift movement to her waist, revealing her haven of soft white flesh and the pink moist entrance to your heaven. * * * office temp 11 You take hold of her hips so she cannot move away, and hold her still, above your face. You pull her down close so that your tongue can investigate the soft cavern that awaits your attention. You slide your tongue deftly between the folds and into the moist heaven within. She gasps, you have taken her by surprise, she is more used to passive clients. You thrust your tongue deeply in and out of her moist pussy until you can taste her juices, then you pull her hard down onto your face until your mouth and chin are wet from her arousal. You lift her hips and move out from underneath her, and stand to finish undressing. You have aroused her and flustered her, interrupting her control of the proceedings. She kneels on the bed and turns towards you as you step out of your trousers and drop your shirt to the floor. You stand before her naked, you undo the remaining buttons and remove dress now crumpled round her waist. She is voluptuous and curvy, full hips, full breasts and full lips. You lay her down onto her back and kneel at her waist, laying your stiff and expectant cock between her breasts. She raises her head so that she can lick the end of it as it emerges between her soft mounds. Then she raises her hands behind your waist and pulls you up towards her head so that she can reach to take you fully into her mouth and throat. Your thrusts start to plunge deeper as your pleasure builds. * * * Office temp 12 She slides one hand down to circle her clit while you plunge slowly and deeply into her mouth, she wets one finger and uses it to probe at your arse as you thrust back and forth, this is getting a little too nice... you pull back and reverse down her body, using your body to push her legs wide apart. Kissing her neck and chewing at her breasts, you feel your heavy cock drop down between her legs, like a heat seeking missile, you sense the wetness of her open pussy and without warning thrust forwards. She groans as you enter her full hilt with one strong thrust. You groan with pleasure. It feels SO good! She links her ankles behind you raising her legs high to offer you the fullest depth of her body. Your balls slap against her arse, her body is sliding away from you with each thrust. As she slips off the side of the bed you both end up on the floor, you turn her over on to all fours and lunge into her again. She cries out it feels so deep, faster and faster you fuck her deep from behind. Her face pushed into the floor, one arm out in front of her to brace herself, the other is busy on her clit, you can feel her muscles inside start to milk your shaft as she reaches her orgasm. You grip her hips tightly as you come, your load surging to the very depths of her. She moves forward, stands up and dresses, saying nothing, she picks up her coat and bag and walks out, leaving the door ajar as you sit on the edge of the bed and scrabble to get your clothes back on... * * * Office temp 13 You hear a click of the front door and a cool draught brings you to your senses. You look around the room in the semi-dark, looking for anything that might identify this woman. There is nothing. You pick up your jacket, wait a moment for the person in the corridor to pass, then leave quickly. As you pass the pub window you glance inside, the dark girl is dancing and the regular barman is on duty, you decide not to go in. The next morning you feel slightly nervous at your desk, still unsure, worse still - less sure. You saw and heard nothing to confirm your hunch that this plain office temp may be the exotic dancer from the bar. Ten o'clock comes round and there's no sign of her. You leave a list of tasks on her desk and go in to your meeting. Late lunch and still no sign, but the list is gone so you head for the bar. The other guys from the office have got you a beer so there's no need to speak to the barman who just nods in your direction. You find it difficult to concentrate on the conversation as your mind keeps wandering towards the stage where you catch a few glimpses of a woman with long dark hair dancing. At the end of lunch you all walk back to the office together, and there at the desk is the office temp, already working. You feel relieved, this can't be the same woman, it's all a coincidence. There just wasn't time for her to finish dancing, dress and get back to the office before you. The rest of the day you feel more relaxed, a little tired, but definitely relaxed. At five o'clock you put on your coat and prepare for the walk to the station. As you fumble for your season ticket you feel something hard in your pocket, and pull out a small plastic card wrapped in a post it note. The note says Friday, the card you recognise, but this time it says Room 5... Office Temptation I stood outside Vincent's door, nervous yet excited. I was here for a fuck, nothing else, just a straightforward fuck. We had been exchanging dirty texts, and I mean pure filth, for a couple of months. It had become unbearable. I was so horny, it was hurting! I was in a sexless marriage and could no longer give myself the pleasure I needed. I longed to feel a man's weight pushing down on me. I needed to feel his breath on my neck and his hands on me. Vincent was the man to do it. Never in a month of Sundays did I think he was at all interested. I was pleasantly surprised when he revealed that he had craved me for over a year. What started out as a friendly exchange and a little flirty banter, turned into graphic descriptions of what we would do to each other. We often sent them while we worked. He told me that he wanted to taste me now, or take me into a meeting room and fuck me. I'd describe what I would do if I were to crawl under his desk. We only sat a few feet apart in our mundane office jobs, so were able to see each other's reaction. It was hell for me. But it was fine for him, since he could just walk off to the bathroom and take care of himself, often sending me pictures halfway through. I had to sit there squirming in my seat until I got home. We had initially agreed that no cheating would take place. This was just to be a little sexting fun. I was not going to betray my husband, and he did not want to cheat on his fiancée. But, just like mine, his relationship was virtually sex free and dull. This had to be done: I had to fuck Vincent. My hand trembled slightly as I knocked. I heard the lock turn and the door open. There he stood, barefoot in a pair of jeans and a tight white t-shirt. I instantly felt a pulsing down below. The scum bag! He knew what those t-shirts did to me! They fit perfectly around his amazing, strong arms, biceps straining, his shoulders, his chest. His short, thick black hair was messed up as if he had been sleeping, but it was so sexy. His dark brown eyes penetrated straight through mine. He whispered, "Hi." He sounded nervous, too. I smiled shyly, walked in and closed the door behind me. We stood there without speaking for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly our lips were pushing hard against each other. Tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths. My hand pulled at his hair, bringing him closer to me, as I tasted him. He worked at the buttons on my coat, trying desperately to get it off me. My coat fell to the ground. He continued to grasp at me, but there was nothing to grasp. I had decided that today, clothes were a waste of time, so I had on my best set: black silk with ivory lace, black Cuban heel stockings, suspenders and my work shoes he had often mentioned. He stopped kissing me. "What the ..?" he sounded confused. Then he noticed. "Fuck!" he gasped. His lips were on me again in a flash. His tongue flicked at mine, claiming me. My lips hurt, but in a euphoric, sexual way. Without warning he grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I threw my legs around his waist to balance myself, and he pushed me against the wall, his hips pinning me, his erection pressing hard against me. He started kissing my neck. That sent signals directly to my throbbing cunt. I was getting so wet. I tilted my head back and gasped for breath. This felt better than I had ever imagined. He ran his kisses down my neck and shoulders before stopping in between my breasts, slowly kissing and licking, first left and then back to the right. He bit my right nipple through the material of my bra. Another bolt shot between my legs, which caused me to moan loudly. Then he slowly began to walk. He pushed me against a door to open it, and I realized that we were in the bedroom. Without breaking the kiss, he put me on my back on the bed. He grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands above my head into the bed. I had to get his jeans off. I pulled away from the kiss, and that made him back off. I released one of my hands and pushed him back. He was now kneeling in front of me. My face was directly in line with what I wanted. I could see it straining against the material of his jeans. I pulled at his button fly. It felt like Christmas! I could see a flash of his white boxers. I looked up and he was staring at me, desperate to be released. With a final tug the jeans fell down to his knees. I could almost make out all the details of his cock through the taut material. In one swift move he kicked his jeans off, and jumped on top of me. Now I could feel every inch of him pressed against my thigh. He was so hard. Again he was back at my neck. He pulled my hair with his left hand and his right hand was on my hip. Slowly he slid it over my stomach. I felt his other hand moving and his fingers touching my bra. Gently he pushed a finger under the material, followed by another, until his entire hand was in my bra. My nipples immediately elongated and got harder. His touch was gentle, slow and teasing. It felt so good. He hooked a finger under each side of my knickers and slid them down over my thighs, past my knees and very quickly they were completely off. I felt a bead of moisture escape me. He looked down at me very intensely -- he looked so hot. With his hands under me he pulled me forward so my knees were bent, and my pussy slightly lifted from the bed. I knew what was next, and I thought I was going to cum at the thought of it. I had not had a man's tongue there for so long. He slid his tongue along my opening, deliberately pushing a bit harder when it reached my clit. Fuck! I inhaled sharply as he repeated, pushing my clit even harder. "You taste so good," he whispered. He forced his tongue inside me. I bit my lip. I must not cum this soon. He slipped a finger inside, followed by another, as he continued to sweep his tongue over and inside, sucking my clit and thrusting his fingers inside me. Then he stopped. He pulled away and moved up towards my face. As he kissed me, I could taste myself. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and teased mine. I stretched out my hands, looking for him -- I wanted him, needed him. Instinctively I reached for the waistband of his boxers, but he had already removed them. He gasped as my fingers curled around his cock. I slowly slid my hand down, feeling every detail. He had sent me pictures of it before, but now I was getting to know it intimately. I gave a slight push, suggesting him to get up. He moved back and we were kneeling, facing each other as I gently pumped my hand up and down. My other hand reached under his t-shirt and wandered all over his incredible stomach. He had a hairy stomach, but I quite liked that -- so masculine. I reached his chest. I looked up and his head was tilted back, eyes closed. I pulled up his shirt, my face now in line with his chest. I pulled the shirt over his head and then stopped. The material pinned his arms behind his back. He looked at me in confusion. His mouth opened in a silent laugh. I gave him a nudge and he fell back onto the pillows. He positioned himself so he was lying down, but still could see what I was going to do. I put one leg on either side of his hips and pushed my lips hard to his. He kissed me back. I pulled at his lower lip with my teeth before letting go. I kissed his Adam's apple, down to his collarbone. Leaving a trail of kisses and licks all the way to his left nipple, I licked, then blew on it. His body tensed. My kisses continued south, while my right hand reached down and stroked his balls. I moved to his cock, slid along the entire length and back down, pumping slowly as I looked to his face. His eyes were closed and his lips parted. His chest moved as his breathing began to increase. I moved between his legs, with my hand still working his cock. I leant forward and kissed just below the navel. As I kissed along to his hip, I could not resist taking a quick bite. My kisses continued down the deep definition of his obliques. I moved closer and closer; I was so close now to my target. His breathing changed in anticipation. I moved to his thigh, kissing and licking, slowly going up. I pushed my tongue firmly under his balls and swept up. His breathing was deep and strong. I slid my tongue around the tip, tasting the precum that had developed. Quickly I probed the tip, then around one more time before taking his entire length in my mouth. He gasped and his body tightened. I started moving him in and out of my mouth as one hand stroked him and the other gently caressed his balls. As I sucked, my tongue explored every inch. His cock tasted so good. As I continued, his breathing increased, and I peeked up to see his eyes fixed on mine. I looked back at him for a moment so he could take in what I was doing, before returning to the job in hand. My left hand reached under him and gently pressed the area of skin between his balls and ass. He groaned loudly and gasped, "Fuck!" I slowly let him slip out of my mouth then moved up his body, straddling him. His eyes flickered open to see what was happening, but before he could react, I rubbed the tip of his cock against my wetness. I pushed him inside of me a little, and then out again. I could see him squirm trying to remove the t-shirt that was still restricting him. Slowly I lowered myself on him, taking in every inch. He filled me completely. He lay back down and watched me move up and down on him. He seemed completely mesmerized. I leaned forward a bit and could feel him hitting my clit. I gasped. My breathing increased. I was so close to cumming but it was too early. I wanted to really enjoy him. Reaching forward, I grabbed him by the shoulders, reached around and pushed the shirt off his arms. We were now in a sitting position facing each other. He tugged my hair hard to tilt my head back. It hurt, but felt good. He began to kiss my neck, to the small well in my throat, and then my chin, before he was back to my lips. He put his other hand under my ass, guiding me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Now he was really deep. I heard him moan as he slid further into me. "You feel so good" he gasped. I pulled my legs tightly around him and began to rock back and forth, pushing myself on to him. Now both his hands were on my ass. Again, I was close to cumming, but it was still too soon. I bit my lip to control the moans that were about to escape me. "I want to hear you," he whispered. "Let go." I started to fuck him harder. My fingers dug into his shoulders to help me balance. I ran a hand through his hair and caressed his neck. He kissed me fervently, his breathing steadily increasing, small groans of pleasure escaping sporadically. "It feels so good," he murmured. He continued to kiss me, his tongue eagerly probing my mouth. I felt his hand gently stroking my shoulder. His fingers walked down and a bolt of ecstasy throbbed between my legs as his fingers contacted my nipple. He played with it a little, as pulse after pulse hit me straight where mattered. He replaced his fingers with his mouth. I felt the first wave of an orgasm hit me. He moved his hand again. This time it stopped right where I wanted it. His finger flicked over my clit. I broke away from the kiss momentarily to catch my breath. He forced his lips back on mine as he rubbed over my clit again. "Fuck me harder" he sighed, sounding quite demanding. I moved harder and faster. I could feel a bubble of warm pleasure building inside me. I was so wet; my pussy was pulsing so much. He began to rub me harder. "I'm so close...I want to cum deep inside you. Please fuck me hard," he begged breathlessly. His words intensified my excitement. I moved on him with all my might, grinding my hips into him. I was aware that the moaning from my lips was becoming louder. He kissed my breasts hard and pulled at my nipples with his teeth, causing me to gasp loudly. "I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming," he could barely say. "Fuck me...fuck me" he gasped. I could also feel it coming, as wave after wave of pleasure hit my body. I pulled at his hair as the orgasm took control of me. My body stiffened, then suddenly began to shake and quiver. I never had an orgasm like this before. He shouted out loudly as his orgasm took over him. "Look at me," he said abruptly, "I want to see you enjoy this." I opened my eyes. He was staring at me intently, completely out of breath and sweating. God, he looked so good. He thrust hard into me, our bodies quivering together. Every touch sent another shot of orgasm through my body. I began to slow down, still staring him straight in the eye. I was so out of breath and so tired. He kissed me again breathlessly, gently, yet still with passion. Time seemed to stand still. We had stopped fucking, but he was still inside me. My pussy was throbbing from the afterglow of the orgasm. We stopped kissing, and he rested his forehead against mine. "Fuck!" was all he could say. He smiled at me, "Fuck!" I walked through reception at work, through the office, and to my desk. I logged on and got myself set up. An instant message window popped up. VINCENT: "Morning ;-P" Office Tensions Ch. 01 My morning had been hectic. One meeting after another and it didn’t look like my afternoon was going to get any better. My poor secretary had been trying to manage things and struggle with a horrible sinus infection. I finally sent her home around noon with instructions to rest and not come back until she was 100% better. That left me essentially on my own. I love my job. And more importantly, I’m good at my job. There are just days that it feels like I’m stuck in the center ring of a three ring circus. Today was one of those days. Looking at my watch, I realized I had two minutes to get upstairs for my next meeting. Grabbing my suit jacket, I slipped it on as I grabbed my files and headed to the elevator. As I leaned against the back wall and rode up four flights, I slid my hand down the front of my shirt, smoothing it out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My meeting didn’t go the way I would have liked but thank god it only lasted an hour. As I settled back into my office, I tossed my jacket aside and unbuttoned the top two buttons on my silk blouse. No more meetings today. After twenty minutes of trying to concentrate, I swiveled in my chair to stare out the window. Quiet. I needed a few minutes of quiet. I heard a knock and then my office door opening and closing. I turned just enough to see it was Tim, another junior VP. Tim and I had both been promoted at the same time and had forged a bond. He knew the meeting this afternoon had nailed me so I knew he was here to lend support. I turned back towards the window. I felt Tim’s hand on the back of my chair. “Rough meeting. You ok? You did fine in there. It was just your day. It’s already been mine three times.” Tim was right. We all seemed to take turns being the “bad child” when it came to these budgetary meetings. Next week, it would be someone else. “I’m good. Just tired. I sent Ann home with a cold earlier and I haven’t had a free moment to think all day. I hate these fuckin days.” Tim laughed and agreed. He said he knew what would help. I felt his hands on my shoulders, rubbing gently. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the massage. “You’re too tense. You need to relax, get out more.” He lectured me as his fingers massaged the tension from my shoulders. I smiled. I hadn’t realized how great Tim’s hands were. We’d been friends for a while but nothing more. As his fingers moved over my shoulders and arms, I felt a stirring of arousal. I also hadn’t been laid in more than three weeks. With my eyes closed, I felt myself relaxing. I also felt Tim’s fingers slide inside the neck of my blouse to rub my bare shoulders. Laughingly he commented about the lack of bra straps on my shoulders. “Strapless. More comfortable.” I reached up and unbuttoned another button on my blouse to give him more room to work with. Subconsciously, I probably did it so Tim could have a better look down my blouse. Tim’s fingers were amazing. His touch was firm but not rough. The tips of his fingers were moving lower and lower, stroking down my lower neck. I think we both felt the new tension in the air. I could hear Tim’s breathing getting a little more unsteady and rapid. My panties were already soaking. I unbuttoned another button. There were only three buttons left on my blouse. Tim’s hands started to move down lower but he stopped, hesitated. Reaching up, I covered his hands with mine and moved them down. His finger tips rested on the top of my breasts. “I didn’t come in here to take advantage of you. I came in to help you relax.” Unbuttoning the rest of my blouse, I said lucky for him I need a lot of relaxing. Spreading my blouse open, I game Tim a good look from above of my white strapless bra, barely holding my C-cup breasts. My nipples were hard, pushing against the satin. Tim’s fingers continued their massage over my neck and shoulders and then down to cup my breasts through my bra. I shivered when he slowly pushed his fingers down inside my cups, stroking my nipples. My with eyes closed again, I concentrated on how his fingers felt. The tips were a little rough as they moved up and down over my nipples. My nubs were hard, elongated. He pulled and pinched each one. When he withdrew his hands, I shivered. Tim moved around in front of me, standing in front of the window. Reaching behind me, I unhooked my bra and tossed it on the floor. His hands reached down to cover my breasts again as he knelt in front of me. When his mouth closed over my nipple, I nearly came. Tim wrapped his lips tight around my right nipple and sucked, pulling my nub into his warm mouth. My office echoed with the sounds of his sucking. As his mouth tortured my tit, his other hand was stroking my left breast. Pushing it up and then releasing it, he squeezed my flesh over and over again. I was moaning. Tim moved his mouth to my other breast, sucking it hard and fast. His hand dropped down and rested on my thigh. Sliding his hand up under my skirt, he moved past my garter and straight for my pussy. When his finger moved up and down over my panties, I nearly shot out of my chair. Tim’s mouth never left my nipple as his fingers pushed against my panties, rubbing my pussy through them. I was soaking wet. I tried to spread my legs wider but was restricted by Tim and the chair. His finger slipped inside the side of my panties and slid over my wet lips. Moaning, I pushed out at him. It was exquisite torture as the tip of his finger parted my fold and slipped inside my pussy. Slowly, he fingered me, slipping and sliding his finger in and out of my hole. I was moaning. His mouth sucked my other nipple again as he withdrew his finger. When he slid three fingers inside me, I groaned. Twisting his fingers in and out, my pussy clenched and unclenched around him. I felt my orgasm and grasped the arms of my chair. Moaning, I pushed out and came on his fingers. Withdrawing his fingers, Tim brought them to his mouth. I watched as he licked and sucked my juices from his amazing fingers. He stood and tried to back away. Reaching out, I grabbed his belt and pulled him towards me. Rubbing my hand up and down his huge bulge, I felt how hard he was. And boy was he a rock! Undoing his pants quickly, I reached in and took his cock in my hand. He was average length but thick. Tim groaned as I slid my hand down his shaft, twisting slightly as I did. The tip of his cock was almost purple as I flicked my tongue across it. I tasted his flavor and moaned. Wrapping my lips around his cock, I sucked slowly. Pushing my mouth down, I twisted my fingers to the base of his cock and then followed my mouth back up. Over and over again, I sucked Tim’s cock, wrapping my lips tighter and tighter around him. Releasing Tim from my mouth, I held his cock in my hand. Licking the underside, I enjoyed Tim’s shaft as if it was a lollipop. Mmm yummy! Spitting on the tip, I pushed my hand down his shaft again, pumping him. Tim was moaning, pushing his cock into my hands. Leaning down, I pulled his balls into my mouth and sucked. I felt his cock stiffen even harder in my hand. When he started to moan that he was going to cum, I took his cock back in my mouth. I sucked fast and hard, pulling my mouth up and down his cock. Tim moaned and pushed deeper. His cock exploded in my mouth, filling my mouth with his cum. I kept sucking and stroking, swallowing every last drop. Licking my lips, I stood up. Tim reached around me and unzipped my skirt. Pushing my chair out of the way, Tim leaned me up against my desk. Tearing my panties down, he tossed them to the side. I was naked except for my garters, stockings and heels. Tim sat me on the edge of my desk. Opening my legs, he stroked my pussy with his fingertips. He smiled and then knelt down in front of me again. This time, it wasn’t his fingers on my pussy. It was his tongue. I nearly exploded when the tip of his tongue flicked across me. With slow, languid licks, Tim tortured me. His tongue covered my pussy, licking upwards to flick across my clit. Using his fingers to open me wide, he pushed his tongue inside me, slowing inserting and withdrawing the tip of his tongue. I was moaning, rubbing my own tits, begging him to eat me. His mouth covered my pussy, sucking my lips into his mouth. Then, he released me again and went back to licking. Over and over again, he changed actions. I was begging to be fucked. Begging to cum. Tim rubbed just the tip of his finger over the bottom of my pussy as his tongue worked over my clit. My pussy tingled, my orgasm was building. As he pulled my clit into his mouth, sucking hard, and his finger slipped inside me, I came hard, moaning and twisting on my desk. Without saying a word, Tim stood, opened my legs wider and rammed his hard again cock deep inside me. I fell back on my desk and begged him to fuck me harder. Tim lifted my legs up over his shoulders, pulling my ass up off the desk, and slammed his cock over and over into me. I came again quickly. Pulling out, Tim lifted me off the desk and turned me over. Setting one knee in my chair, he opened me wide and slid his cock back inside me from behind. I love doggy-style. Tim’s cock filled my pussy as he slammed again and again into me. I grabbed the edge of the desk and looked up. Oh my god! Standing just inside the door was our boss, Linc. We hadn’t heard the door or Linc come in. Tim hadn’t noticed yet. His cock continued to fuck me, filling me. I felt a rush. I looked at Linc and smiled, licking my lips. I moaned louder as Tim drilled my pussy. Reaching down, I grabbed one of my tits, squeezing it. I looked up and watched Linc. He had a huge hard on in his pants. He didn’t take it out. He just stood and watched. Tim was moaning, ramming his cock harder and harder into me. He pulled out all the way and dropped down to run his tongue over my pussy again. I moaned and pushed back against him. Rising, he slammed his cock into me again. His hands were around my waist, holding me. I felt another orgasm. I looked up at Linc and came watching him. Tim wasn’t far behind. His cock filled my pussy. Pulling out, he again dropped down behind me, licking me. I’d never had a man eat his cum from my pussy. I came again from the sensation. Linc smiled and then slowly withdrew from my office. Tim and I stood, kissed and dressed quickly. He returned to his office and I was just settling back into my chair when the phone rang. Linc wanted to see me in his office. I smiled. Office Tensions Ch. 02 As I rode up in the elevator to Linc's office, I thought about what had just happened. Without any thought what so ever, I'd just fucked Tim, another junior VP, in my office. To make matters more complicated, our boss, Linc, had witnessed the act and now wanted to see me in his office. I knew what was going to happen. At least, I knew how I was going to handle it. As the elevator doors opened, I slowly walked out into the hall. I had put everything back on when I got dressed except for my panties. Now, I could feel my juices slipping from me. When I got to Linc's office, his secretary wasn't there. Knocking on his door, he called me in. Stepping into Linc's office, I closed and locked the door behind me. Linc is a handsome man, in his late forties. I'd never had any sexual thoughts about him. But then, I'd never thought of Tim that way and I'd just finished fucking him. Linc's eyes moved over me and he smiled. I stood in the middle of his office, waiting. "Well, I have to admit I was surprised to see what I did see in your office just now. Do you have any explanations?" I stepped forward, moving around to the side of his desk. "No." Linc looked up at me. I looked down and saw the bulge still sitting in his pants. "I'm trying to decide what I should do about you and Tim. That behavior..." He didn't finish his sentence. Before he could get another word out, I knelt in front of him, unzipped his pants and had his cock in my mouth. Linc moaned. Sliding my mouth down his rock hard cock, I felt my pussy get even wetter - if that was possible. Two cocks in one day. Mmmm. Rolling my mouth down around his cock, I sucked him hard and fast. My head bobbed in his lap and he moaned. Linc's hand came up and nestled in my hair, pushing my mouth down around him. My hands were wrapped tight around his shaft, stroking him as I sucked his cock. Wrapping my lips around just the head of his cock, I sucked. Linc grunted. Reaching down under my skirt, I played with my pussy. Slipping my fingers inside myself, I played with my clit and moaned onto Linc's cock. Humming as I sucked, I gave Linc a blow job he wouldn't soon forget. Bringing my wet fingers up to his cock, I slathered Linc's head with my juices. Linc moaned out an "Oh my god" as I lowered my mouth around him and sucked my own cum from his cock. Over and over again, I lowered my mouth on his tool, pushing until his cock touched the back of my throat. When I couldn't wait anymore and thought he was too close to cumming, I stopped. Standing in front of him, I reached around and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Linc's eyes went to my naked pussy. Running my hands down and between my legs, I slipped a finger inside myself again. I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked. Lifting one leg up onto his desk, I put my hand behind Linc's head and brought him to my pussy. Linc's mouth covered my wet snatch, licking and sucking. I moaned. I knew I was still full of Tim's cum and that just made it more exciting, and naughty. Linc pulled my pussy lips into his mouth, sucking and nibbling. I was moaning, thrusting my pussy into his face. When I came quickly, I pulled his head back. Turning around with my back to him, I reached down and grabbed hold of his still hard cock. Slowly, I guided his cock up into my waiting pussy. As I lowered myself, sitting in reverse on his lap, Linc moaned and grabbed my hips. Pulling me down onto him, his cock filled my pussy. Bracing myself on the chair's arms, I slowly started to fuck Linc. His hands helped me, raising and lowering me onto his cock. We both moaned and grunted. I wasn't sure what kind of stamina he was going to have. I was in for a definite surprise. Linc reached around me with one hand and found my hard clit. Pushing his finger against it, he fingered me as he fucked me. I was bouncing up and down, begging for him to fuck me harder. I couldn't believe I was cumming again. Linc reached up, grabbed my tits in his hands and held me still as my orgasm subsided. His cock was buried deep inside my tight pussy. He stayed perfectly still. After a couple of minutes, when my body had stopped shaking, Linc lifted me up and off his cock. Turning me around to face him, he thrust two fingers deep inside my pussy. I grabbed hold of his shoulders, bracing myself as his finger drove deeper and deeper inside me. I felt yet another orgasm begin and push over me. Linc looked up and told me to suck him again. Dropping to my knees, I took his cock, now wet with my cum, in my mouth. I sucked hard as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I licked his balls. I sucked his cock. I stroked his shaft. Over and over again, I fucked him with my mouth. He still hadn't cum. Pulling my mouth off his cock, Linc told me to stand up. I did and waited. He told me to take off the rest of my clothes. I did, tossing them on his desk. when I was naked except for my garters, stockings and heels, Linc smiled. He told me to lay over his desk with my ass in the air. He wanted to fuck me the way he'd watched Tim fuck me. Bending over his desk, I spread my legs and begged him to fuck me. Linc guided his cock to my pussy and then stopped. I could just barely feel the tip of his cock against my pussy. He slowly, pushed just the tip inside and then pulled out. He did this five or six times before he finally plunged all the way in my pussy. He moaned out how tight my pussy was as he fucked me. His hands grabbed my waist, holding me and pulling me back to him. With each thrust, he was drilling me deeper and deeper with his cock. I was moaning, telling him how good his cock felt, to fuck me harder. Linc did, fucking me till his balls were slamming against me. Reaching down underneath me, Linc ran his fingers over my pussy. Slipping them inside next to his cock, he stretched me wider. I came hard on his cock and his fingers. Pulling his fingers free, I expected him to lick them clean. Wrong. I shivered when I felt his wet fingers at my asshole. The tip of his finger slid slowly inside me, stretching me. I knew what was coming next and I braced myself. Linc withdrew his cock from my pussy and pointed it at my tight asshole. As he slowly pushed against me, his phone rang. "Answer it." I reached up, trying to sound normal, and answered the phone. As I told the caller Linc wasn't available, Linc rammed his cock into my tight ass, filling me full. The caller asked if I was alright. I moaned out a yes and then hung up. Linc laughed and fucked me harder. Reaching down, he fingered my pussy as his cock drilled my ass. I felt a continuous roll of orgasms wash over me. I'd never cum so hard or so much in one day. Linc continued to fuck me, pounding his cock in my ass. His fingers spread my pussy as he rubbed my clit. I was groaning, begging for him to cum inside me. With a hard thrust, Linc grunted and filled my ass. Pulling out, his warm cum shot over my ass. I was breathing hard, totally and completely satiated. Linc sat back in his chair, his cock still dripping. I stood. Pulling me back against him, Linc slowly licked my ass clean. I moaned as his tongue wiped across my ass. As I dressed, Linc readjusted himself into his pants. As I buttoned my blouse, Linc smiled. "I think the best way to deal with this little situation is for you, Tim and I to sit down and discuss it. Tomorrow, 3:00." I smiled and walked towards the door. Just as I opened it, Linc had one last comment. "No panties." My smile got bigger and my pussy gushed. I couldn't wait until tomorrow.