0 comments/ 25239 views/ 0 favorites Office Work By: JustDave This is my first story, so be gentle, but any and all feedback will be gratefully received! Thank you in advance and hope you enjoy! * * * * * Dave entered the office and sat heavily on his chair, another long day with no end in sight. He didn't mind, in fact he quite enjoyed his job, he just wished that there was something else for him, something to look forward to, someone waiting for him. He logged onto his terminal and started doing some menial tasks he hated. His mind wandered. He was assistant manager, although he was only 19, and he worked with some 18 year old girls who were very nice to look at. Some of them were nice to chat to as well. But he'd made a vow to himself that, no matter how tempting, he would not try it on with any of them, it would be unprofessional. That was that. Honestly. But it didn't stop his mind wondering. And it didn't stop it being a bit gutting sometimes when he heard all the exciting things they'd got up to the night before and so on, but he'd cope. There was one girl in particular, Emma, she was just a bit shorter than him at 5'9" with very long blonde hair. She wasn't the most attractive, but there was something about her, the way she carried herself was so intricately sexy, but he had promised himself, and she wouldn't look at him anyway, not in that way. His imagination got carried away, as it had been prone to do recently when he thought of her. His mental image focussed in on her hair, down her smooth cheek and then over her bosom, he always imagined her in her uniform, although he didn't know why, there was a little gap where he remembered being able to see into her bra once, she was wearing a white one that day. His mental eye zoomed in on that this time and he felt himself growing a little beneath the desk. He realised what he was doing and smiled wistfully before returning to his computer, shaking his head. There was a knock at the door to his office. He turned around and was surprised to see Emma standing there, as if his semi-erotic thoughts had summoned her. He laughed at that thought. He checked his watch, she would have just finished her shift, which was obvious when he noticed the very short denim skirt and top that she was wearing, he smiled at her. What did she want, not complaining though, he got up to unlatch the door. Emma walked upstairs from the shop floor, her shift was finished for the day now. Although she quite liked her job, sometimes it dragged, and this morning even more so, two of her friends were off sick, so she couldn't chat to them. And Dave had been doing paperwork upstairs, and she'd missed him. She keyed in the code to the ladies cloakroom and entered. There was no one else in there, she finished at an odd time, so she had the place to herself. She looked up at the notice on the wall, a list of people who had to collect their tax forms from the office. Her name was on there, she didn't mind that she had to go and pick it up, Dave would be there. She changed first, nobody thought that the uniform blouses were very flattering, and she preferred a short skirt to the trousers she wore here. The blouse was swapped for a light, blue halter top, it was hot outside, summer had just arrived. The trousers were duly exchanged for a short blue denim skirt, leaving her long, slightly tanned, legs exposed. She tweaked the top so it exposed a little more cleavage, without showing off her bra, which she hated doing. It took just a few minutes to touch up her make up and she smiled at herself in the mirror. If only Dave would look at her like a woman, and not like an employee, or a colleague, or however it was that he looked at her like that prevented him from kissing her. She would like that. She left her bag outside the changing room and walked upstairs to the offices. She knew exactly where Dave's was, but dawdled on the way there, her mind running in nice circles of what he could do to her to make her smile again. She felt a very slight heating between her legs and shook her head out of the fantasy. She was standing outside his office. She could see him hard at work through the pane of glass. A hand raised and knocked lightly on the glass. He started up, then turned around and smiled at her broadly, she returned his smile with warmth of her own and he walked over to open the door. The door latch clicked open and Dave stood aside to let her enter the office. He smiled again, "what can I do for you then?" "There was a notice downstairs telling me to collect my tax form, so here I am," she smiled as the words flowed confidently out of her pretty mouth. "Of course, it's just, um, here, um, somewhere." Dave turned to the heap system on his desk and pulled a few things out, seemingly at random. Eventually he found what he was looking for and produced it, "here, I knew it was, don't lose it now," he laughed back at her. "Anything else I can do for you?" He could think of a few, but, no, not those thoughts! "Oh, yes, I've just remembered, I need a signature on this form from a 'respected member of the community' and I guess you fit the bill!" Emma produced a neatly folded piece of paper which she thrust at him. He laughed at this, and her eyes seemed to catch hers for just a fraction of a second longer than they had before. He turned away quickly and found a pen, opening up the form. "Just here?" "Yeah, thanks." "Anything else while you've got me here?" Again that eye contact, but this time he didn't turn away. "Well, just one thing." "Name it." She leaned forward and kissed him, lightly, on the lips. It was a soft, delicate touch that made his knees quiver and his heart skip a beat. Of all the things he expected, that wasn't it. Definitely not. He opened the door and stood aside to let her in, like the gentleman he was. He asked her what she wanted and the words of her request stumbled out. Dave was not always the most organised person, and Emma smiled a small smile to herself as he leafed through the mess on his desk to find what she wanted. Eventually it came to light and he handed it to her. She suddenly remembered that she needed her passport form signed by someone, and what better opportunity to chat to Dave for another thirty seconds. She pulled out the tatty form from a pocket and passed it to him, his eyes seemed to glint and catch hers for a moment more than she was used to. Her breath caught as he smiled and she felt her cheeks rising in red as he turned away. As he signed and dated all the relevant bits, she wandered over closer to the desk and stood closer to him. He straightened and passed the form back, again their eyes caught, Emma felt her heart flutter and the surge of adrenalin deafened her to what he was saying, and what she responded. Her vision blurred and she couldn't resist it any longer. She leaned forward and kissed him, it was a clumsy kiss, not what she had planned at all. She drew back and gasped, preparing to run. Dave didn't know why she'd done that, or what caused him to break his rules then. He felt her head backing away, but some part of him couldn't let her go without letting her know how he felt. He brought his hand up behind her head and drew her deeper into the kiss. At first their lips melted together again, then they parted and tongues danced out to meet and caress one another. His legs were weak, his heart in turmoil. He kissed her deeper. Both his hands roaming around her back and drawing her lithe body closer. She shouldn't have done that, he wouldn't like it, he'd never talk to her again, she jerked her head back. But she couldn't move it, his hand had closed around her head. This must be some kind of mistake, he couldn't want her, could he? The kiss came as even more of a shock as his lips pushed against hers, then his tongue snaked out and parted her lips. It entered her mouth and she gladly responded with her own lips and tongue. Her body lit up as she felt his strong hands closing firmly around her and drawing her into his muscular body. She moaned lightly into his mouth. He wasn't sure but he thought she moaned slightly as he drew her closer. He let his hands explore more of her body, moving swiftly, hungrily around her back, around her pert buttocks. He could feel his erection throbbing and didn't know whether to draw her closer or to hold her distant. She decided that when her hands clenched in kind around his buttocks and drew his hips to grind against hers. She could feel his cock, it felt so alive, she had to feel more of it. Her hands followed his pattern, a pattern that her body on fire, and she clenched around his buttocks, drawing him closer. She could feel it even more now, and needed to grind against it, to feel it touching her body, to feel anything between her legs other than the furnace that raged there now. She stepped back for a moment, knowing that he needed guidance, that he would still be unsure of how far to go. As she stepped back, his hands fell away from her buttocks, she caught one and raised it to her mouth, her lips kissed the back of it and she placed the palm onto her breast. He squeezed, gently, and she felt the rough fabric running over and stimulating her erect nipple. She closed her eyes and sighed, her hand taking his to the next step and placing it up, inside her top, on her bare breast. He squeezed, harder this time, and his thumb found her nipple, flicking it. Dave knew that he wanted her, he knew that she wanted him now, but he didn't know how far to go, what she would want. Before he could linger on this thought, she stepped away from him. Disappointment welled up inside him, but she caught one of his hands as it fell limply from her pert ass. He looked over her body, she must not be wearing a bra, judging my how much the nipples poked through the fabric of the top. She looked so fine there, just waiting for him. She kissed his hand lightly, and sends a shiver up his arm. Then it is as if time slows as she places it on her breast. He knows what to do, he squeezes, feeling her erect nipple rubbing his palm. He can see she likes it as her head sways and her eyes close. He watches as her hand guides his inside her top. He feels for the first time her bare flesh, and he squeezes again, knowing what will make her glow, he flicks her nipple. She moans and her hand drops, leaving his to it's own devices. His other hand joins the first, on the second breast, and for a few moments he just moves them lightly, rubbing around the nipple, flicking it occasionally. Her breathing becomes slightly ragged, and her eyes remain closed. He lifts up her top and she freely lifts her arms to let it pass. The desk is just behind her, and she sits back on it with a slight push from Dave. He kisses her again, their mouths meeting in new passion as his hands continue to explorer her breasts. Slowly he leaves her mouth and runs a trail of soft, wet, kisses over her cheek, down her neck, over her chest and to her nipple. He kisses around it, one hand working on the other and his second hand roaming the bare flesh of her back. Slowly his mouth finds her rock-hard nipple and his lips close around it. His tongue darts around, flicking and teasing and she moans again, louder this time. He can feel the nipple getting harder under his tongues playful flicks. His other hand roaming around her thighs now, sliding up and down between her legs, moving slightly under her skirt. "Touch me, touch me please," she pants and almost begs. He runs his hand further up her leg, then down again, then up, and down, gaining a little ground each time on her, closer to her nerve centre. When he reaches the top of her thigh, he can feel the dampness that has formed on her panties, his finger running oh so lightly up the front of them causes her to moan again. His other hand moves down to join the first and he takes her knickers down slowly. She lifts her legs up to allow him to remove them. He stands back from her and catches her eyes as she pants lightly. He raises her knickers to his mouth and inhales, it is a beautiful scent, the smell of her. Then he smiles again, and with the lightest of touched on her knees, parts her legs. She complies immediately and helps him by hitching her skirt up. He kneels in front of her between her legs and reaches out a finger. Starting at the bottom of her slit, his barely touches her, running it up the length of her, to the top where her clit receives a separate little jolt of energy. Then he runs it back down, touching her a little harder, parting oh so slightly the entrance to her majesty. He hears her gasp and moan as her passes her entrance, and her clit. He lowers his head and, following the path of his finger, runs it up and down her slit, her moans become more anxious, and his head pauses at the top of her slit. The smooth sensuality of his tongue darts forward and connects with her hard clit, bringing a fresh urgency of moan. He rings around it with gentle movements of his tongue, clamping down and sucking occasionally on her clit. His hands run up her thighs from her knees and he positions a finger at the entrance to her hole. He slides it in to the first knuckle and leaves it resting there. Her hips start to move slightly, trying to force his finger deeper, at last, when her breath is coming in short gasps, he enters his finger into her, then a second. His tongue still working on her clit, drinking her juices. The two fingers in her move in and out slowly, in a corkscrewing motion. He hears her moan "faster, please, make me come, I'm gonna come, so hard, make me come, make me come," repeated over like a mantra. At this he picks up the pace, his fingers moving lie a blur, his tongue seeming to be everywhere, flicking and teasing her clit. He feels her tight pussy contracting around his fingers as a small scream escapes her mouth. He spares a glance upwards and sees her mouth open in a silent scream, her whole body tense with her head thrown back. One final, strong flick of her clit and her body shakes, her hips buck wildly off the table, another scream escaping with several moans. After about 30 seconds, he removes his head and she comes down from her high, panting and gasping. He takes her in his arms and hugs her, all she can gasp is a muttered "thank you." She may seemed exhausted, but her hand is soon snaking down the front if his shirt, deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt. She gets it undone and wastes no time in feeling and kissing his hairy, muscular, chest. Her other hand can't resist and grasps down to his trousers, closing around his erect penis through his trousers and drawing it back and forth. Before his mind can catch up, she's on her knees and fumbling with his belt and zipper. It's not long before it stands gloriously in front of her, and she takes a few moments to draw a finger up and down it's length, exploring it's contours. She looks up and smiles mischievously at him, her tongue suddenly darting out and licking a bubble of pre-cum from his end. He gasps and she smiles again. Again, quicker than he can react, she has taken his length into her mouth, giving him a blow job like he hasn't had for months. He moans again, not in control of his own body as his hips thrust forward to meet her head's movements. Her hand joins her mouth and she jerks him off as she sucks. As the feeling grows she takes it from her mouth, her hand continuing a slow wanking. She looks up again and catches his brown eyes with her blue ones. "Would you screw me now, please?" He needs no more asking than that and draws her up onto her feet. He falls lightly back onto the chair at her push and she leans forward to kiss him. The kiss is more fiery this time, as between two people who are sharing that special moment. Her hand clutches around his cock again even as his delves between her legs, she kneels on the chair and their hands come together, drawing with them each others' sex. They both moan as his cock head grazes at her entrance, and his hands move around to her buttocks. She repositions herself slightly and then slowly, oh, so, slowly lowers herself onto his erect organ. She's very, very tight, and for both of them there is pain mixed with such primal pleasure to out weigh it. Soon she is completely filled by him, her damp sex pushing on his tense testicles. His hands squeeze on her buttocks as she draws her self back up again, their mouths still locked in a battle not to scream. Both of them feel their orgasms rising, Dave fights his off even as Emma accepts her second and moans deeply into his mouth before surrendering and screaming, her hands drawing blood as they run over his shoulder. Her pace is increasing, and his hips are meeting her thrust for thrust, he can see, and feel wetness running down both their legs from her sopping pussy. His entire world is lighter, seeing in white as bliss approaches. Her head lolls from side to side as she surrenders completely, her pussy contracts around his hardening cock, "fill me up," she moans and he can resist no longer. His seed erupts from his cock and fills her. Neither can tell how long it lasts, as they both come back down together, their thighs coated in various juices,, their mouths dry and anxious for more. They gaze into each others' eyes. He hugs her and draws her close. ***The End*** Office Work Melissa couldn't stand it any longer. She had read Jeremy's emails, and her pussy was dying for some attention. She decided to visit her husband. She quickly took her panties off and deposited them in her desk drawer. She was glad she had worn a short skirt today. She walked to her husband's office quickly, feeling her pussy leaking juice onto her thighs as she walked. She looked down and could see her nipples poking out the thin fabric of her shirt, and was sure everyone passing her in the hall noticed also. She knocked on his office door but there was no reply. Opening the door, she walked in and saw that he was gone. She was so horny she decided to wait for him to come back so he could quench the fire in her belly. She sat in his big leather chair and leaned back, putting her legs up on the edge of his desk. Her skirt slid up her muscular thighs. She looked down at her tanned legs, her eyes following the curve up to her bare pussy. She reached out and stroked the lips, silky smooth from her morning shave. She ached to have a cock in there, pumping her hard. Her fingers were circling her clit, making her pussy drool even more as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the pleasure radiating from her overheated cunt. She was so engrossed in playing with her pussy that she didn't hear the door open. After a few seconds she sensed that someone was in the room and opened her eyes, quickly moving her hand away from her exposed pussy. She saw her husband, James, smiling evilly down at her and breathed a sigh of relief, then noticed Warren standing just behind him. Her face immediately flushed bright red as she took her feet off the edge of the desk and jerked her skirt in place. "Don't let us stop you, Melissa," her husband said, taking a step toward her. "I'm sure Warren would like to get a closer look at what you were doing when we interrupted." Melissa's mind was racing. Warren was a new surgeon in the practice, and while she had met him on a couple of occasions, she knew very little about him. She knew he was married, but had never met his wife. She knew from her husband's look that he wanted her to continue, and her pussy was now screaming for attention! Since her husband was the senior partner, she to do as he wished. She slowly put her feet back on the edge of the table. Her skirt once again slid down, exposing her now sopping wet pussy. "Lock the door, Warren," James said, "if anyone else wanders in it might get a little cramped." He moved to Melissa's side as Warren stepped over and locked the door, then walked up to the edge of the desk. "You have met my wife Melissa, haven't you Warren?" he asked, to which Warren nodded, his eyes riveted to Melissa's exposed pussy. "Warren seems to like the look of your pussy, Melissa. Why don't you show him how you like to cum?" Melissa closed her eyes and let her fingers begin to work on her pussy once more. She knew it wouldn't take long for her to cum. She had been close before she was interrupted, and now with her husband watching along with a virtual stranger, she was more turned on than she could remember. "See how wet her pussy gets, Warren?" she heard her husband speaking as if from a distance. "She has a gorgeous pussy, Jim," Warren replied, "I know Tina would like to have a taste of it." Melissa heard Warren refer to his wife, and began to cum. She moaned as her clit exploded under the practiced rubbing of her fingers. She kept the orgasm going as the men watched, and when she opened her eyes she saw that Warren was now standing beside the chair opposite her husband. Her husband looked down at her, then reached down to squeeze her right tit through her shirt. "Ask." he told her. She looked up at him as he ran his hands along her tit, finding and lightly pinching her nipple. "Please, honey, I need it." she said quietly, aware of Warren listening to her. "Ask." "Honey, will you fuck me?" she asked, feeling her pussy twitch. "Don't you think Warren would like to feel how tight your pussy is?" She nodded slowly, then turned to look up at Warren. "Warren, would you please fuck me? I need a cock in my pussy so badly." She saw Warren's eyes widen as he looked down at her. Her fingers were still rubbing her swollen clit slowly, dipping down to her pussy mouth to wet them as he watched. "Get on the desk, slut," her husband ordered. She stood and turned her back to the desk, then hopped up on it and laid back. Her ass was at the one edge, and her head at the other. Her husband walked around to her head, his cock already out of his pants. She opened her mouth and he fed it to her, pushing forward until he felt his balls push against her nose and the head of his cock was lodged in her throat. She felt Warren shifting between her legs and opened her thighs wider for him. His hands briefly caressed her thighs and pussy, then she heard his zipper as he fished out his cock. Her husband pulled his cock back so that she could suck and lick the head, and he pulled her shirt up so that her braless tits were exposed to the two men. She felt Warren's cock pushing against her pussy. She was so wet that her lips parted easily, but when he began to push she moaned loudly. His cock was fat, and as he forced it into her cunt she felt herself stretching around the width of it. She was moaning around her husband's cock as Warren worked his cock into her. She finally felt his wiry pubes mash against her bald pussy lips, grinding her sensitive clit. She felt a small orgasm race through her, the spasming of her pussy channel bringing a groan to Warren's lips. Then they began to fuck her. The two cocks moved in unison, her husband forcing his cock down her throat as Warren sawed in and out of her tight pussy. She began to cum almost immediately, and the two men were unable to hold theirs in. Her husband's cock began to spew when he was deep in her throat, and continued as he pulled back and shot his last spurts into her sucking mouth. Warren slammed into her pussy hard, grinding himself against her widespread thighs, then held himself tight against her as he emptied his balls into her clenching hole. The two men took a step back, breathing heavily as they looked down at Melissa's ravaged body. She sat up and smiled at Warren for the first time, then dropped to her knees in front of him. She tenderly lifted his now flaccid cock and began to lick their juices off. He was big even soft, and she couldn't wait until he got hard again so she could try to stuff him into her throat. She licked him clean, not forgetting his balls, then stood and gave him a deep kiss. "Warren and his wife Tina are coming over for dinner tonight, Melissa," her husband told her as he reached around from behind and ran his finger through her gaping pussy lips, collecting a gob of Warren's cum before rubbing the creamy digit across her lips. "We're having Italian, with you as the dessert..." Office Work Sally was winding down from her busy day at the office it was late and she wasn't looking forward to her journey home. But she was looking forward to the next day. All her colleagues at the office were on a course and her and Shaun were going to be at the office all day and all alone. Such bliss being in his company, she could hardly wait. "You off now my lady" Shaun said from across his desk. "Yeah, it's about time I left the rat race behind and refresh myself for tomorrow" Sally replied with a grin. "I know what you mean Sal, another day tomorrow, but you never know a long lunch might be in order for us." Shaun laughed at himself and carried on closing down his computer. "Is that a date Mr. Matthews?" Sally mused. Shaun touched the side of his nose with his finger gesturing that it could well be. "You walking or do you have the car Sal?" "I'm walking, wasn't cold or raining earlier, was it?" "I'm going you way if you want a ride home? I've got to stop into town for a few bits." Grabbing his keys Shaun walked towards her with his arm stretched out. "Come on or you will be here forever." Sally liked Shaun he was the gentlest caring man that she had ever met. Standing 6 foot 2 with short dark hair and the darkest brown eyes you can imagine. He was hot and when she was near him she was hot too. They chatted casually in the car, she was near her home, but she didn't want to leave him and she couldn't stay either. "Thanks Shaun, I really appreciate you bringing me home, saved me a bit of frost bite" Sally smiled and opened the car door to get out. "Your welcome Miss Garret anytime you know that!" Shaun waved and drove off without even a second look back. As Sally walked up the steps to her home she wondered if Shaun ever thought of her other than a colleague. She wondered if he ever thought of her sexually and wondered if he did what did he think and why he never tried to come on to her like so many before. The thought had crossed her mind that he was married, in a relationship or even gay. But this had all been put to rest in her mind that he wasn't any of those things. Maybe one day she would have enough courage to ask him out, maybe. BRR BRR BRR BRR BRR Sally's alarm screamed off. She jumped out of bed so refreshed that she even surprised herself. Today was special and if everything went right she was going to ask Shaun out on a date. Sally turned the shower on to a vigorous jet so her skin would tingle. She stepped into the shower and lathered her body with soap, grabbed her razor and shaved everything that had hair below her neckline. She then washed her hair and jumped out. Grabbing her towel all that was on her mind was the fact that Shaun was going to be at work and they were going to be alone. This might give her, her perfect opportunity to talk to him and get to know him better. Sally moved towards the mirror and inspected herself carefully. Sally was stunning even with no make up. Sally was 5 foot 8 with long dark brown hair which fell in-between her shoulders a tanned complexion and dark brown eyes. It was no wonder she was attracted to Shaun so much. She moisturised, dried her hair applied her make up with care then set about dressing. Thoughts of what to wear where going through her mind should she be tailored or should she be casual but smart. The decision was making her late and there wasn't a lot of time left. She settled for her black skirt, which showed her thigh, and a pink cotton top that showed her cleavage, but not too much. Showering herself in a perfume that made her horny she grabbed her coat and bag she left for work. "Hello, hello, hello how you be this morning my fine lass?" Shaun called to her in his funny west land accent. "Shaun! I am not doing much today" Sally called back at him The morning ticked on and they both worked at their desks exchanging the odd glance or the odd word. Lunch was looming, Sally wondered if Shaun had remembered what he had said the night before. Sally was far too proud to ask Shaun if he wanted to go to lunch with her. So she would simply say to him that she was popping out to get something to eat would he like anything. Lunch was getting closer and closer and she could feel herself getting all of a fluster trying to say something to Shaun but not being able to find the right word. "Ready" Shaun looked at her with a silly grin. "What." Sally replied rather puzzled "I've booked a table at 'The lounge' for lunch, I do hope you are ready, come on my treat" Shaun let out a laugh as he realised by the look on her face that she had either forgotten or she didn't take him seriously. "The lounge, ohhhhhhhh Shaun I can't let you treat they are super expensive there." "My treat honey or I'm going alone" Looking into his eyes she knew he would go alone, she could not let that happen, she would not let that happen. She wanted to be near him, she had waited for this moment ever since she had joined the office last September. They went to lunch and as they left the office he picked up her hand in his. She looked at him and laughed. His touch went right through her and she just let him be. Acting as natural and as calm as her heart could let her. They laughed and drank a little too much during their lunch and they talked a great deal. There at the restaurant it seemed to be just the two of them there no one else around. "Oh my God!" Sally shrieked looking at her watch "Shaun look at the time we have calls to take this afternoon we have to get back" Shaun looked at her with a dishearten face and went to pay for the bill while sally went and tidied herself up. As sally came out o the toilet Shaun was waiting for her. "Hey, you ok?" "Yeah, I think I had a little to much wine" she giggled "I'm all light headed" With that they left the restaurant and went back to the office. As they came into the office all giggly and fresh from lunch Shaun closed the door and slipped the latch over so it was locked. He pulled her close to him before she could ask him what he thought he was doing. He bent his head and kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue hard and pointed in her mouth teasing her to suck it. Sally broke the kiss an staring at him she realised what was about to happen and wondered if it was the wine that had brought this side of Shaun out or that he actually had fancied her. At that point she really didn't care she was wet she could feel her pussy lips filling with blood as he pulled her close to him once again? Their mouths locked and she squeezed his hand and tightened the grip as he caressed her neck with small soft kisses. She could have dropped to the floor right there but she wanted more and he was willing to give it to her. He pulled of his jacket and let it fall to the floor still keeping there mouths together moving backwards they both fell on to his chair. Sally straddled him and began to grind her hips into his groin. He let out a sigh as his tongue was darting in and out of her mouth and exploring every part of it. Their embrace tightened and she felt like she was in heaven. Shaun slid his hand up her thighs and felt her lacy underwear. He felt the smoothness of her skin he was so hard he could have cum there and then but he wanted to please her. Shaun unzipped her skirt freeing her totally and exposing her red lacy thong. My god she looked good, her skin smelled so good, her touch was soft and all he wanted to do was please her. Sally lifted her top off and took off her bra she was hot, she was wet she wanted him and he knew it. Gliding his hand over her large breasts he felt her nipples harden. "Do you like that baby?" He asked her. "Yes I want you to suck them I want to give them to you to play with." He didn't need telling twice; Shaun moved his head from her neck and began to suck at her nipples teasing them out suckling them as though her was feeding from her. She dipped her hips deeper towards him and felt his hardness under her. It felt so good she wanted him inside of her fucking her hard and deep. He lifted her off of positioned her on the desk taking off the remainder of her clothes he looked at such a magnificent sight and wanted to cum over her creamy olive skin. Lying on the desk with her hips pushed forward Shaun said to her "now this is what I call lunch" She tried to control her breathing as his tongue lapped away at her pussy lips. She whispered to him " Shaun I'm going to cum, I'm cuming" Working at her clit he flicked as squeezed the button until he felt her release, he pushed his tongue in so deep that her cum flowed over his tongue. " Fuck me Shaun please, fuck me" Sally gasped. "Come here baby" Shaun pointed to the chair. Sally sat in the chair and he moved each leg either side of the arm rests. She was wide open for him. Her clit standing all hard and swollen, her lips blushing pink that cunt and ass all ready for him to fuck. He was going to make he scream with pleasure. Working his way up her thigh with kisses he stroked her pussy and felt her quiver every time he did so. Inserting his finger into her ass he licked away at her clit feeling her start to thrust herself forward to his mouth he began to work her harder. Her moaning sounded to good it was like sweet music to his ears. She began to quiver again her hands were falling over her breasts rubbing them caressing them. "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck me Shaun" sally cried. Removing the rest of his clothing he came to her mouth and pushed his cock deep. "Suck me bitch" he said to her with a growl to his voice. Sally's eyes opened wider to look at him and as she did she realised that he was enjoying the moment and wasn't going to hurt her. She grabbed his cock and thrust it down her throat tasting his pre-cum, she swallowed as she kept sucking his hand was working her clit. Sally so wanted to be fucked. She took his cock deep again sucking and applying pressure at the right moments. Her body jolted and she came this time she came hard and her legs flew from the armrests back together where she rolled her hips. Shaun was quick to act and turned her over and fucked her from behind he fucked her deep he was hitting her G- Spot when she cried no more please. Her begs made him feel superior, powerful and he came, his creamy spunk filling up her cunt as he jerked and jolted in her. He felt her contract around him Ohhh she was so good. He pulled from her and lapped up all of his juices making her cum once more. She was a hot little bitch and she wanted him to fuck her again but he reclined saying that he really needed to take some calls she should dress. Sally flew up and screamed at him "what the fuck was that all about." Shaun turned too her and said "That was a fuck my dear, did you like it? do you want to do it again?" "Are you gonna treat me as a whore when we finish again?" Sally burst out with anger "Yes Sally that's how I'm going to treat you baby after all that's what you are. You are a cheap tart." Shaun grinned at her then turned to get dressed. Sally fuming with anger, quickly got dressed and fled from the room. Never to be seen again by Shaun. Shaun sat back in his chair with a smirk on his face and wrote in his little book a detailed account of the afternoons antics. Thinking to himself she was worth every penny of that lunch. Office Work He looked up at the knock on the door. A woman entered his office. He looked her over carefully. She wore a short black skirt. Her silk blouse was see-through. He could clearly see the outline of her breasts. Her nipples stood on end. He looked to her face. She smiled mischievously at him. He saw a gleam in her green eyes. Silently she came towards him. He pushed himself away from his desk. She came to stand between his desk and his chair. She learnt forward and silently they shared a kiss. A lingering exploration of the mouth as her lips met his. His hands came to rest on the silk of her blouse. He felt her nipples beneath the fabric straining for release. He ran his hands over her breasts, heard the low moan that escaped from her as he toyed with her nipples. Her kiss became more passionate, more insistent. He continued to toy with her breasts, felt her body moving into his hands in response to his touch. He felt her hands start to wander over his own body. She slid her hands across his chest, he felt the touch brush across his nipples. She slowly outlined his nipples with her touch, her mouth still warm and responsive under his own. He felt her hands start to undo the buttons of his shirt. Felt her mouth detach from his and begin to lightly kiss him. She kissed his neck, her hands still playing with his nipples. Her mouth moved further down his body. She took his nipple into her mouth, running her tongue around the erect node. She sucked in, using her tongue and mouth to send shards of pleasure coursing through his body. She transferred her mouth to the other side, slowing sending her tongue seeking, pulling, sliding across his skin. Her hand wandered downwards. He felt it outline his hard cock. He heard her moan as she took its firmness into her hand. She leant forward further, her mouth went on a downward trail that followed the path of her hand. She undressed him slowly, looking up to see him intently watching her every move. He felt her hand slowly trace the outline of his cock. Watched as her mouth lowered to enclose the shaft within her warmth. He closed his eyes, just letting the sensation wash over him. Her mouth moved up and down the shaft with slow strokes. He felt her tongue run around the head, then slowly run the length of his shaft. She knelt down before him. Her hand came to caress his cock, he felt the upward stroke of her hand, the downward plunge of her mouth. She pushed down and down, trying to get as much of him as possible within her mouth. She drew back again, ran her tongue along the head, down the shaft, her fingers slowly stroked his balls, he felt her tongue slowly outline his balls. She drew one into her mouth. He felt the pleasure/pain of sensation run through him. She slowly caressed one ball as the other was drawn into her mouth. Her hand moved to enclose his shaft again. He felt the caressing hand move up and down. Her mouth moved back up the length of his cock, her tongue leaving a wet trail. He heard her moan as she encased his length in her mouth again. He felt the wetness surround him, felt the sucking tension at the end of each stroke of her mouth. Her hand came to stroke his shaft again. He felt the twin pleasure of her hand and her mouth playing him.... He felt her mouth lower itself further and further down his length, felt the back of her mouth, felt her throat open and take the length so all of him was inside her mouth, filling her. He felt her deep throating his cock, felt her hands playing with his balls, felt the rush of cum starting. He held back, trying to make the moment last. He felt her begin to quiver. He felt her orgasm as she devoured his cock in her mouth. It pushed him to the edge. He grabbed her red hair, pushed himself into her face felt her fucking his cock with her mouth. Felt the exquisiteness of her touch.... Afterwards she smiled mischievously with a twinkle in her green eye. She winked once then left... "I'll be back..." she whispered. He looked up at the knock on the door. A woman entered his office. She wore a short black skirt and see-through silk blouse. He could see the outline of her breasts through the sheer fabric. See the nipples' hardness against the soft folds. He looked up to see a mischievous twinkle in her green eyes. She came towards him around his desk. She leant forward to kiss him as he sat in his chair. He felt the brush of her breasts across his own. Closed his eyes, breathed her warmth in and wondered what she had in store for him today. She continued her kiss. Her body slid against his own. Her hands ran an exploratory venture across his chest and down. He smiled hearing her in drawn breath as she found his rock-hard cock beneath the fabric of his trousers. She ran her hand over it, caressing it from base to tip. She broke off their kiss leaning right forward, she kissed his rock-hard cock through the fabric of his trousers. He moaned remembering their last encounter. He looked down at her wry smile. She had thought of the same thing. But today she had other ways she wanted to arouse him... She stood up and moved back slightly, the desk caught the back of her legs, and she sat on the wooden expanse. He moved his chair forward. He ran his hands up her stockinged legs, up to the short, black skirt. He pushed his hand under the hem of the skirt. He felt her pussy in his hand. She breathed in sharply, pushed herself against him. His fingers found her wetness, he plunged them into her. She rode his strokes until the first shivers came over her. He fed her orgasm feeling the warmth of her response. He lifted her skirt to see her red-haired pussy. He leant forward to taste. He pulled his chair forward, wrapping his arms around her legs and buried his face in her sweetness. She felt his tongue lap at her pussy, felt it work her clit. She started to quiver once more. He felt her wetness increase, heard her as she called his name. She started to whimper, not sure she could contain her ecstasy much longer. "I want you." Her voice was husky and low. He needed no further invitation. He released his cock from his trousers. He stood between her legs. He slowly outlined her pussy with its tip. "Give it to me, lover." She whispered, pushing towards him. Slowly he glided his cock into her. He felt the warm silken embrace of her pussy engulf him. He pulled out and pushed in again. He felt her quivering warmth beneath him. He felt her hand reach down to caress his cum-laden balls. He felt the pressure mounting. He gave into luxury, taking his time as he felt his cock wrapped in silk again and again. He heard her cries of joy as she too gave into the sensations, the sensual sliding, the soul-drenching climax that drove all thought from her mind. Except him. She wanted him, wanted to feel his cum inside her. She wanted to have him share the ecstasy with her. Her low moans came with his name. They filled his ears. He felt the warmth of her enclosing him tighter and tighter. Felt the low surge as her hands continued to caress his balls. Felt his head beginning to burst. He felt the cum begin to shoot its way up his shaft. He held back for a few glorious seconds before burying himself into the warm vibrancy of her. Felt the orgasm that engulfed them both shatter across his senses. He heard her cries of joy again and again. He began marvelling that she could respond so fully. She leant forward and kissed him passionately. Her lips were sweet, her tongue inviting exploration. He sat back in his chair, bringing her to sit still straddling him. He returned her kiss, savouring the sensations. Her hands ran across his chest. He felt them through the fabric of his shirt. She began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He relaxed, he was sated but curious. She kissed his lips, kissed the outline of his jaw. She kissed his neck. He felt her take his skin into his mouth and exert pressure. She pulled away playfully, examining her handicraft. "Your mine, now." She whispered. She kissed his neck again tenderly, running her hands across his chest, feeling his nipples each in turn. She played her fingers around them, circling them. She lowered her head, taking one of his nipples into her mouth, slowly drawing it into her mouth, playing it with her tongue. He closed his eyes and let the sensation wash over him. He felt the other nipple receive the same treatment, aware of other stirrings. She came to kiss his lips again. She smiled mischievously having felt his response. She slipped from his lap. She stood before him. Slowly she unbuttoned her own blouse. She let the silk slip from her shoulders. He watched as she brought her hands to caress her breasts. Her fingers were sent on spirals around the nipples. They stood erectly under her touch. "Suck my nipples," she commanded softly. He needed no bidding. He leaned towards her, pulled her closer. He brought his mouth to her magnificent breasts. She moaned as his mouth touched her sensitive flesh. She pushed against him, shivering once again as her fire was re-ignited. He took his time, suckling, pressuring her erect nipples with his tongue. She luxuriated in the sensations, felt herself writhing beneath his wonderful touch. She pulled herself back. She smiled at him. She took his hands in hers and guided them to cup her breasts again. He obliged, taking them and caressing them. She leaned towards him. He felt his own nipples meet her mouth again. Felt her mouth trail further down. Saw her appreciative smile and heard a loan moan. She dropped to her knees. Her mouth was warm against his flesh. Her tongue led itself on a downward trail. Her hand had already found its treasure. He felt her mouth then. It sunk itself around his reawakening cock. She felt the hard warmth of him in her hands. She felt him slide into her mouth. For a time she just luxuriated in the feel. The sweet sensation of silken hardness was slowly filling her mouth with its heat. She ran her tongue up and down it, around and around the head, took the head into her mouth, sucking, fucking, getting off on the taste, and the smell and the feel of him. He felt her quivering beneath him. Felt his cock wrapped in the fire of her frenzy. Closed his eyes and grinned. He felt her intensity waning. She stood up turned around to unzip her skirt. He helped her remove the black fabric watching intently as it slipped to the floor. She stood naked before him, but for the black suspenders that held the stockings that wrapped her legs. She came to sit on his lap again. Her warm pussy slowly took his cock in as she straddled him. She rode him with abandon, coming again and again in the space of a few minutes. He waited for the intensity to wane. He sent his hands down to the wetness between them. He scooped up juices. He Dipped his fingers in the wetness that engulfed them. His hands cupped her buttock, his fingers explored, finally found their goal. He pushed his finger slowly into her ass. Felt her quiver intensely again. She rode them both his cock and his finger until finally she could take it no more. "Fuck my ass" she commanded, her voice urgent. He needed no more invitation. He picked her up and placed her on the table. He took his cock from her wetness, pushing it into her tight ass. His fingers played with her clit, pushing into her pussy. He felt his cock in her ass through the wall, felt his cum rising. "Fuck me." She urged him. He pushed deeper. The tightness embraced him. He withdrew, pushed in again, he felt her begin to quiver again, sucking and fucking his cock with her ass. He felt himself cumming. She cried out his name again and again. He drove his cock into her. Felt himself begin to explode. He pushed deep into the warm tightness one more time. Her breath came in ragged gasps. A smile that transcended happiness lit her face, She shone with perspiration absolutely sated to the core. His weight lay upon her. He couldn't move, never wanted to leave her warm embrace. After a time they disengaged. She kissed him again with lingering sweetness. She helped him redress before letting him put her clothes back on. She kissed his eyelids, kissed his mouth, gave his body one last feel, close to her own. "Let me know when you want me again." She whispered softly. She smiled at him, her red hair fell around her shoulders, her green eyes shone with remembered ecstasy. "I'm yours whenever you want me." Office Work Ellen is a petite brunette in our office. She has long straight brown hair and big brown eyes. She always wears short, tight skirts and strappy heels to show off her shapely long legs and pretty feet. Some of the in the office guys swear she doesn't wear panties, just a garter belt and stockings. I always thought it was just the usual response to a sexy woman that doesn't sleep around the office. One afternoon, I was working overtime on a project. The office was almost empty when Ellen came by my cubical. "I'm having a problem with my computer, could you help me out?" "Sure," I replied, "I would be happy to help you." We walked back to her corner cubical. "There's a cable disconnected from my machine and I don't know where it's supposed to plug in. I got down on my knees and crawled under the desk. Sure enough, there was the loose cable. I reconnected it and asked her to try it. "Oh, hey, that works great! Thank you so much." I rolled over and started to slide out from under the desk. "Is there anything else I can help out with?" As I came out from under the desk, I saw Ellen sitting down, her chair blocking my way out. My gaze started with her feet, her nails painted a sexy red, wrapped in black heels that accented her delicate arches and circled her ankles in wide buckled bands. Her shapely calves tensed and parted as my eyes rose until I could see all the way up her skirt and, just as the rumor mill said, she was not wearing any panties. Her trimmed brown hair formed a soft wedge that closely matched a tan line created by what must have been a very tiny thong. My cock stiffened at the sight. "Well, there are a couple of other connections you could check," Ellen said, with a sly look on her face. She winked at me and spread her legs a little wider, while drawing her skirt up with one hand. She slid a foot between my legs and rubbed it over the bulge in my pants, her toes wriggling against my hard shaft. "Maybe I need something else plugged in." "Let me see what I can do," I said as I sat up and pulled her chair to me. Her pussy was only inches from my face now and I could smell its sweet, musky aroma. I leaned into her crotch and ran my tongue over her slit. "Ooh, that feels so good. Eat my pussy. Oh, yes that's it!" Ellen said in a breathy voice and slid her ass forward in the chair, giving me full access to her sweet pussy. I plunged my tongue between her labia and began to lick her from top to bottom. "Lick me, lick me, stick your tongue in my pussy," she moaned. I slid my tongue into her as far as I could and rubbed my nose against her clit. I could taste her honey as it began to flow and lapped hungrily at her sweet juices. "Oh yes! Oh; oh, oh, oh; yes!" Ellen started to writhe, grinding her hips on the chair, pushing her pussy into face. I responded by sliding my tongue down her slit and around her little pink rosebud. I paused then pushed my tongue up into her. Ellen squealed and squirmed as I felt her sphincter pulse and grab at my intruding tongue. Her hands gripped my head forcing my tongue in deeper. "Ooh!" She gasped in a breathy voice, "You are such a bad boy; sticking your tongue in my ass! Ooh; yes; yes! I rammed my tongue in and out of her, rimming and reaming as she squirmed and moaned, her hands gripping the back of my head, forcing my nose against her clit. "Yes! Yes! Oh, I'm going to come! Ooh; ream my ass with your tongue." I reached up and rubbed her clit with my fingers. Her hips shuddered and bucked in the chair. She gasped, her breathing ragged, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Ooh, ooh, ooh; ah!" She jammed a fist in her mouth to keep from crying out. I continued to rub her clit and lick her asshole and as she rode the waves of her orgasm, I could hear moans and whimpers escape around her fingers. I gently licked Ellen's pussy until she calmed down. Then I sat back and watched her. She sprawled in her chair, the rosy flush of her orgasm full in her face and her big brown eyes wide with astonishment. She looked stunning. "Where did you learn to do that? That was so intense I thought I was going to fall out of the chair!" Ellen said in wide-eyed wonder. "Oh, I saw it in a movie once, or twice. You certainly seemed to enjoy it." "Enjoy it? I loved it so much I'm going to take you home and chain you to my bed so I can have more whenever I want." Ellen said with a grin. "But there is something I want now!" Ellen stood up and helped me up. She kissed me lustily, forcing her tongue into my mouth as her hands fondled my ass. Then she gently pushed me down in her chair, bent down, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled out my aching cock. It was hard as a rock and pre-come bubbled and seeped from the tip as her hands fondled my shaft. I could now see down her blouse to her shapely breasts, unfettered by a bra and capped by stiff pink nipples. Ellen looked up at me and asked, "Do you like the view?" I replied, "Very much, can I get a closer look?" Ellen stood up and placed her foot on the chair under my throbbing cock. Her toes caressed my balls as my pre-come dripped over them. She unbuttoned her blouse, leaned over, and clasping her arms around my head, pulled me to her breasts. I tongued her stiff nipples, sucking one, and then the other. She sighed and wiggled her now slippery toes against my shaft. One at a time, I sucked each breast as far into my mouth as I could and pressed and flicked the nipple with my tongue. Ellen's eyes fluttered closed, she moaned, and sagged against me, her foot buckling off the chair as another orgasm washed over her. I caught her and slowly lowered her to her knees in front of me. "Are you alright?" I asked as she rested her head in my lap. Ellen looked up at me and sighed, "I'm fine, but I thought I was going to pass out for a moment." Her eyes locked on my cock, inches from her face and dripping pre-come. "Mm." she said and grasped the shaft with one hand, "Now it's your turn." She slipped the head of my cock into her mouth and gently sucked me, running her tongue around the rim. Then, ever so slowly, she slid her mouth down over my shaft until my entire cock disappeared inside her. Her lips touched the base of my cock and she moaned deep in her throat. I saw colors explode before my eyes and I drew a ragged breath as her throat pulsed around my buried shaft. "Oh Ellen, that feels," I gasped, "wonderful!" Ellen looked up at me with her big brown eyes and winked. She slowly slid my cock out of her throat. My cock dripped thick strings of saliva and she stroked the slick shaft with one hand, as she grinned up at me. "I know a few tricks myself," Ellen said sweetly. Then, in a very seductive voice she added, "I'm going to make you come now. Come in my mouth!" I twitched involuntarily at the thought. "Okay." was all I managed to say. Ellen slid her mouth down my cock to the base again, the muscles of her throat clasping the swollen head. I felt her tongue gliding around the hard shaft as it slid past. She slid back up until only the head remained between her red lips. Ellen grasped the slippery shaft and pumped it slowly as her tongue flicked rapidly around the base of the head. I squirmed in the chair as the delicious sensations coursed through me like electricity, building in intensity until I could feel a pulsing start deep in my groin. Ellen must have felt it also. She slid her mouth back down my shaft until her lips brushed my balls, swallowing convulsively. That was the trigger that pushed me over the edge. I grasped the sides of the chair as spasms forced my hips to buck, pumping spurts of come down Ellen's throat. I clenched my teeth, trying not to cry out, as she swallowed, each contraction generating another spasm until I thought my balls would turn inside out. I finally grasped her head and gently pulled her up off my cock before I passed out. Ellen looked up at me, licking her lips. "Thanks for plugging me in," she purred contentedly. "Anytime," I said weakly, feeling numb from the waist down, "anytime at all." With a mischievous look in her eyes, Ellen replied, "Now that you mention it, I have been having some trouble with my home computer." ...what you gonna do in those shoes? Office Work Everyone had left the office already which meant it was a perfect time to catch up on some work. Suddenly I heard the chirp of the door indicating that someone had come in. I looked into the outer office and saw one of the women from down the hall. She was wearing a black silk blouse open to the third button , showing some of her delightful cleavage, and pants that looked like they might have been painted on. A pair of stylish black high heeled shoes rounded out the outfit to give my fertile imagination plenty of fantasy material had always smiled to each other in the hall in passing and engaged in small chit chat. She was gorgeous and she knew it. I knew she was way out of my league. At 5'8 I'm average in height but regular workouts gave me a very muscular 200 lb body that admittedly some consider eye-catching, but I was sure she had more interesting people in her life to occupy her time. In truth I had made a number of comments to her and some of her co-workers that might give the inkling as to my submissive tendencies. She gave me a quick once over and looked me in the eyes. "You've made a few comments over the last little while and I want to know if they were genuine" I began to wonder if I had gotten myself into trouble. I looked at her and smiled. "That depends on which comments and whether or not you want them to be". She smiled briefly before saying "get on your knees boy" I looked at her, not sure if she was serious. Her smile faded and she pointed to the ground."I won't tell you again. Now!" I immediately sank to my knees. She smiled and motioned for me to move back to my office. I crawled figuring that's what she wanted. "Now we'll find out if you meant those comments. How submissive are you, I wonder? Do you really want to be my slut?" "Yes please. Very much Ma'am" I answered eagerly. "Strip!" came her order and I hastened to oblige. I had to stand partway to remove my clothing and quickly got back to my knees. "You really are serious. Good. I think we're going to have a lot of fun. At least I am." she said cupping my chin in her hand. She ran her other hand slowly over my broad shoulders and back, getting a feel for the muscle and strength. She continued down over my ass and pinched slightly. "Nice" she commented. She took a step back to look at me and then came closer behind .I heard her clothes rustle as she bent down and felt the sudden stinging on my ass cheeks as she spanked several times in quick succession on each side. I held back a startled response and struggled to maintain composure as she continued to redden my backside. Silently I counted the slaps. She stopped at 20 on each cheek. "Did you like that, little one?" "Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am" I replied. "Good. There will be more of that, I assure you. Thank me by kissing my shoe." I kissed both to show my willingness to serve. She continued to caress, dragging her nails over my pink burning ass and then her open hand gently over my thighs. By now my cock was hard and dripping. She reached between my legs, gripping my cock and balls in one hand and pulling on them. "You will call me Mistress. I bet you would let me do anything I want to you, wouldn't you, slut?" She pondered out loud. "Yes Mistress, if it pleases you, almost anything" "Well, we'll see. How about this!" she said forcefully as she yanked back hard on my cock and balls forcing me up on my toes. "Or this!" I suddenly felt a finger slide into my upturned ass. My moan betrayed me and she realised that I enjoyed it. "You like that don't you, you dirty little slut" "Yes Mistress, I do . Thank you" "Oh? Have you had your lovely ass fucked before?" I nodded. "Mmmm what a pleasant surprise. Let's how much you like it. She produced some lube from her purse and proceeded to grease me up. She slid in two and then three fingers. I have to admit, I was starting to feel full but not too uncomfortable. I was still moaning my approval as I felt the beginnings of my climax. I guess she could sense it because she told me I dare not cum without her permission. My moans soon turned to whimpers as I struggled to hold back. Just as I was about to cum she stopped and squeezed just below the head of my cock very tightly, ordering me to keep still. Once I calmed down she told me to lean over my desk with my hands stretched out. She told me to stay that way and that she would be back. I heard her turn and start walking away. Suddenly she turned around and came back. I felt her lean in over me from behind, rubbing against me. She slid something over my head, covering my eyes, blindfolding me. "Don't you dare move slut. I'll be right back" I heard the chirp of the door as she left but I didn't dare move. I wondered what she was up to. As time went by I started getting nervous. With my eyes gone I couldn't tell how long she was gone. It felt like an hour but was probably much less. It's amazing how time changes when you can't see. Again the door chimed and I assumed my Mistress had returned. "Good boy" I heard her say. Again her hand caressed me. My cock must have been dripping as it relaxed because I felt her squeeze it and rub the precum over the head, bringing me back up. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, slut" she ordered. I did, and felt her finger glide over my tongue. "Lick it. Suck off your precum" As I did so I felt something placed around my neck and heard a click as the leash and collar locked into place. "Good slut. You like the taste? You can have more, later" she added as I nodded."Now I have something else for you to eat". I felt a tug as she ordered me again to my knees. There was movement and the sound of my chair moving as she sat down. Her hands gripped my hair as she pulled me forward. "Tongue" she said. "I could smell the unmistakable scent of pussy. "Lick slut. Let's see if your tongue is good for anything besides talking." I lapped; licked and sucked, hoping it would please her. She was shaven clean and my tongue explored the folds of her lips. I probed deeper and then sucked her clit in and out of my mouth. I lapped gently and then hardened my tongue to flick quickly over her clit. Her moans confirmed my talents. As she gripped more tightly she held my head firmly against her now soaked pussy. I heard her laugh and suddenly felt liquid poured over my ass. A hand started rubbing it in and a finger again probed my hole and something hard then replaced it. Whatever it was, it was bigger than anything I'd had before. I realised that we were no longer just the two of us. "You're not only going to be my little bitch, slut. From now on you will be the slut for any of the girls in my office. Is that clear?" I nodded as I continued lapping her pussy. "Now let's see how good a bitch you are. You like your ass fucked, bitch?" Again I nodded. I felt hands grip my hips as the dildo forced its way into my ass. I gasped into her wetness as she ground my face into her and the assault continued from behind. I heard several women laughing at my situation but couldn't tell how many they were. "Just to make sure you understand, you are going to be fucked by each of us and you're going to make each of us cum. When you're done, we'll decide if you get to cum. And don't you dare cum without permission!" I heard giggles and murmurs of approval as the girls switched places. Some were more aggressive, spanking while they drove into me. Some were gentler, sliding in slowly. A hand gripped my cock, teasing and rubbing the copious precum over my cock and balls. "Don't cum now slut" a voice teased. I recognised the voice as one of the friendlier, very pretty women from Mistress' office. As she reached her climax, Mistress moaned loudly and was quickly replaced by another already wet pussy. I repeated my previous performance, noticing the difference in taste and aroma. Perhaps in the future I might learn to recognise the different women by their scent. I wondered if it would please my new Mistresses. The dildo was removed from my ass and a series of swats were administered to my ass to renew its pink colour. "He really likes it! Let's what else he likes. Some sort of clamp was put on my nipples. I gasped at the sudden pain but that was quickly forgotten as another girl again renewed fucking my ass. A rope was tied around my cock and balls and then up to my neck so it would pull if I moved my head. The next girl decided that instead of her pussy, she wanted her ass to be worshipped. I kissed and licked all over. She reached back, pushing my face deeper in. "Tongue my hole, slut! Deeper! Ohhhh, yes that's right. He's good. I'm so glad we decided to try him. And I know he'll be a good slut anytime we want. Isn't that right slut?" "Yes Mistress" I managed to say. The rope was unwound from my cock in such a way that it sent my pole spinning in circles. Suddenly a mouth engulfed me sucking and teasing. All the girls, it seemed had had their fill of me, so to speak. My ass was loose and somewhat sore. "Lay down, slut. On the floor. On your back". I did as ordered, wondering what they had in mind. One of the girls lowered herself onto me, riding my throbbing cock. She came as she rode me. While another rode my face again. At least she left some breathing room. I guess they were getting tired. "Should we let him cum" I heard someone ask. "I guess so. He's a good little slut and I'm sure he'll make himself available whenever we want, right slut? There was a tug on the clamp causing me to gasp as I tried to answer. "Do you want to cum bitch?" she asked as she stroked my slick cock. "Oh yes! Please Mistress may I cum? I begged. "Only when I say so". She told the girls to pull my legs over my head effectively folding me in half. "Let's see if you can suck your own cock. I hope you can because it's the only way you'll be allowed to cum." She started to laugh at the predicament in which she placed me. I tried to reach forward but was only able to reach a bit of the head with my tongue. I've never been very flexible. "Awww Looks like you don't get to cum, do you." she teased. "Maybe if you beg well enough we'll help you" one of the girls offered. "Please Mistresses, please help me. Please let me cum. I am yours to use and command whenever you wish, but please, please let me cum". They hemmed and hawed but thankfully, finally relented. One girl started to spank my upturned ass while another started to fuck me again. "Pump your cock slut." I was told. I reached up and started pumping on it. "Faster!" Pump it faster. That's it." They increased the tempo of the spanking and fucking to match my own motions. I was obviously nearing climax when the clamps were removed from my nipples and the blindfold taken off. I was staring into my cock as I pounded it. Beyond it I could see two lovely women spanking and fucking me. At my head was Mistress, holding my legs and smiling at me. "Now! Cum for me now, slut. Let's see how much you can catch in your mouth. Oh, if you don't get any in, we'll find some other liquid to bath you in. They all laughed as I came, splattering my face with cum. I opened my mouth trying to get whatever I could. Mistress pushed down on my legs, bringing my cock closer to my mouth. "Lick it off, every drop" she said as she pushed and twisted my nipples . I howled at the pain but obeyed. They released me saying I was a good toy and they looked forward to our next session. "Yes Mistresses, Thank you, thank you all."The fact is, I was looking forward to it too! Office Work His heart was pounding as he walked up the stairs, He had been over this scenario time and again in his mind, but now he was actually going to do it and he was terrified. He had no idea what her reaction would be, but he could no longer live with just fantasizing about her. He had to make a move and deal with the consequences. He could feel his feet propel him closer to her office, but he felt as though his mind was disconnected from the rest of his body. He was almost in a haze, his body working on auto pilot while his brain went through the many outcomes of what he was about to do. He knew that he wasn't the smoothest of operators, but she didn't seem like the kind of girl that really cared about that. In their casual conversations, she had seemed like a bit of a nerd, like him. But her smile. Oh, her smile. When he cracked a joke and she rewarded him with her laughter, he thought he would burst. After their initial meeting, he had gone home and thought about her all night. It wasn't long until he was getting himself off while thinking of her. He had made visits back to her workplace since then, coming up with small excuses to pop in and see how things were going. She was always friendly, even flirty. He had wondered if she felt the spark that he felt, but was always too afraid to ask. Now he was really going to do it. He knocked on her door. "Come in," was the muffled response from inside. Opening the door, he immediately had to get his mind back under control. She was wearing a wrap dress, cut a little low in the front. She had her legs propped up on the desk, showing off the knee high boots he loved to see her wear. The angle at which he had come into the office meant that he could see most of her thigh. He wondered if she knew that. She was on her phone, but not paying it too much attention. She looked up at him and her face brightened. "Oh hey! What brings you by today?" His mind was completely blank. He couldn't think of anything witty, or funny, or even coherent. All he could think about was the countless times he had imagined her naked, all of the times when he had wanted her to be his, both physically and emotionally. She was staring at him now, a small smile playing on her lips. "Hello? You okay?" She put her feet on the ground. Before his brain could kick in, he walked around to her side of the desk. He reached one hand back and wrapped it around the back of her neck, drawing her in to kiss her. She didn't put up any resistance, but he felt her body stiffen in surprise. Unfortunately, part of his body had stiffened too. He drew back from her, still tasting the fruity chapstick she had on her lips. She looked up and him and blinked a few times. He was almost frantic waiting for her response, but he managed to keep composed and just looked into her eyes. She pushed him gently away and stood up. Shit, he thought to himself. It's all over. Not only is she not interested, but I'm going to be arrested for sexual assault. He didn't know what had possessed him to kiss her in the first place, only that it seemed at the time to be the best way to break the awkward silence that had been established. She turned around and in one swift movement had grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to her. She was kissing him. Not the nice slow kisses that usually came with a first experience, but the deep, passionate kisses that indicated she was willing to go further. He kissed her back with enthusiasm, using his tongue to probe into her mouth. She tilted her head back and he kissed down her throat, ending up in the valley between her breasts. He looked up at her and she nodded, encouraging him to continue. He kissed over the top of each of the mounds, feeling the soft flesh and hearing her heartbeat. He stood up and kissed her again. This time she unzipped his jacket and slid it off of his shoulders. He started to pull away from her in surprise, but she pulled him in for another kiss. His mind was spinning. He had played out a lot of scenarios in his head, but having sex right there in the office had not been one of them. Having said that, it had featured prominently in his fantasy life. He had thought endlessly about bending her over the desk and taking her right there. He just never actually expected it to happen, as one usually does with fantasies. But here he was, kissing this woman who was now rubbing his swollen cock with her hand. Suddenly he was terrified all over again. What if this didn't live up to his fantasy? In his imagination, he had been the aggressor, but she seemed to be taking the lead here. What if she wasn't impressed with his performance? Or worse, his size? Wait, was that worse? He wasn't able to form his thoughts correctly; they became a jumbled mess in his brain. She noticed as he became more distracted, and pulled away from him. "Do you not want to do this?" she asked, leaning back against the desk. He was torn. Of course he wanted to do this. As he stared at her eyes, green with long eyelashes, he thought of what would happen if he turned tail and ran. He would lose any chance with her, he was certain. But this was risky. In addition to the possibility of this not living up to his fantasy, they were in her office. This wasn't the most private of places. As he was making up his mind, she slowly pulled the strip of cloth that was looped in a bow at her waist. Her dress fell loose and she opened it very methodically, all while watching him carefully. That was that. "Fuck yeah, I do." He lifted her up and scooted her ass back on the desk. She spread her legs as he ran his hands up her thighs, then her torso and finally her tits. They were glorious. She was wearing a black bra that was had pink lace around it. He thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Her hands were up his shirt and all over his chest and stomach. Finally she pulled his shirt over his head, and he knew that they had just passed the point of no return. Not that he cared much. She shrugged out of her dress and reached back to undo her bra. He stopped her. Not that he didn't want to see what was under there, but he thought it was so hot to keep it on. At least for now. A look of surprise crossed her face, but she quickly returned to normal. He pushed her back on her desk, and knelt in front of her. He could already smell her, that irresistible smell of a woman who wants you. As if in response, he felt his cock throb underneath his pants. He pulled her panties to one side and slid a finger in her pussy. Man, she was wet. Two fingers went in, then three. She started to squirm and moan, soft moans that told him she was trying to control her volume. He kept sliding his fingers in and out and varying speeds. Her pussy looked so amazing from here. Pink lips just waiting to be parted, free of hair or any other obstruction. She had her feet propped up on the desk, so she could open as wide as possible for him. He slid his fingers out and ran his tongue slowly up her whole pussy. She groaned again. He licked her clit in small, quick motions, enjoying the sight of her hips lifting off of the desk. He knew he was hitting the right spot. Suddenly her breathing sped up drastically, and he could feel the muscles in her leg tightening. She breathed out, "I'm coming, oh God, I'm coming!" He sucked on her clit while she came, trying to draw the orgasm out for as long as he could. He was in a bit of shock, though. He had just given the girl of his dreams, of his fantasies, an orgasm right here on her desk. On the plus side, that had helped put to rest any fears he had about his abilities. She didn't give him much time to think however. She got off the desk and dropped to her knees. He was going to protest, but she already had his pants unzipped and was pulling his dick out of the confines of his underwear. She held it in her hand for a few seconds, almost cradling it. She leaned in and licked around the head, and he felt a shock go through his body. He started reciting his relative's names in his head. He was pretty sure any points he had gained for the orgasm would be instantly lost if he blew his load right there. He leaned his head back, afraid to look down. He thought if he actually watched her, that would be the end. She was moving her mouth slowly up and down his cock. She would suck a little more when she reached the head, making him twitch every time she got to that point. She noticed, and he was pretty sure he felt her smile. He risked a glance down in her direction, and was surprised to find his eyes met hers. How long had she been looking at him? It didn't matter. He was mesmerized by what he saw. Those green eyes, with the outline of the black bra hazy in the background and her lips wrapped around his cock made him weak in the knees. Suddenly he didn't want to wait any more. He lifted her and kissed her again, this time hard enough to hurt his own lips. He spun her around and bent her over the desk. She spread her legs in anticipation, and he pulled her panties to one side. Taking a deep breath he slid himself into her just a bit. The sensations were enough to make him start reciting those names again, but he also wanted to stay focused on her. He placed his hands on her hips and pushed himself all the way in. She gasped but leaned her ass back against him. Her pussy felt so amazing on his cock, nice and tight and wet. He thrust into her again, enjoying the ripple that went through her ass when he collided with her. He slammed himself into her over and over, getting completely lost in the feelings that washed over him. She was amazing. The quiet moans she was making were so hot, and she ground herself back into him when she could to make sure every inch of him was inside of her. He lost track of time. He had no idea how long he had been fucking her for when she said, "Turn me over." He pulled out of her and she flipped onto her back. "Now fuck me until I can't walk properly." He immediately shoved his cock into her pussy. She arched her back and moaned, a little more loudly then what was sensible. He didn't care. She looked so incredible, in her black panties and bra, legs spread open with his dick buried inside of her. "Show me your tits," he said. She sat up a little and reached behind her back, undoing her bra in a practiced move. Released from their satin and lace prison, they bounced up and down with the rhythm of his plunging. Her nipples were the perfect shade of fleshy pink, he thought. Exactly how he had pictured them. He leaned forward while she was still propped up on her elbows and kissed her, hard and deep. He ran one hand over her breast, feeling the soft mound of flesh. He pinched her nipple and she breathed in sharply. He again looked to see if this was okay, and she again nodded. He leaned down and took it in his mouth. He was gentle at first, but worked up to using a little teeth. "Oh yeah, baby. That feels so good." He stood up again and resumed his slow pace, taking the time to savour the feeling of her pussy all around his cock. She moved one hand down to her clit and started to rub in small circles. Seeing her push her own buttons was the tipping point for him. He knew he was going to come soon, so he sped up. "Oh yeah baby. Just like that. Just like that," she said, speeding up the motions of her fingers to match. This was it. He felt the sweet release as he came inside of her, but he wanted to make sure she finished too. He kept thrusting and one or two deep powerful strokes later he felt her contract around him. He stepped back, still amazed at what had just happened. He spotted a box of tissues and pulled out a few, handing her a couple and using a couple to clean himself up. When he looked up from pulling his pants and underwear back up, she had retied the dress around herself. She looked up and smiled. "Better than I had imagined it," she said. His eyebrows flew up. She had been imagining this too? She pulled him in for a kiss, this one long and slow and sweet. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her warmth against his body. She said something, but he was a little loo lost in the moment to catch it. "What?" he asked. She giggled. "What are you doing tonight?" she asked. As if she had to. Even if he had made plans, they would've been cancelled immediately. "You." She smiled again. "What are we waiting for?" As they walked out to his car hand in hand, he couldn't believe his luck. This was so much more than he had hoped for. He had no idea where this would go, but he knew he could die a happy man right now. Office Works Ch. 01 As always I arrived at work at least an hour before anyone in my section. I'd made a special effort today, wearing a professional straight line suit to lend power and professionalism to the budget meeting later in the day. I thought of the decadent red lingerie I wore underneath and grinned at what none of the stodgy old men would ever know. I'd had my morning coffee and was primed for some serious prep work. It just wasn't happening. The numbers on the screen blurred and merged together and I wondered what had happened to the focussed professional that thrived on figures and analysis. That staid hard worker that thrilled at the prospect of seeing the business improvements personally mitigated come to fruition. I'd always been a passionate woman, even as young as eighteen sexual encounters with my ever reliable boyfriend left me aching for more. With no idea what it was that I needed and friends and family who professed boredom or disgust at all things overtly sexual, I was well practiced at tempering the aches and cravings and getting on with the daily drudges of life. It just wasn't enough anymore. The one benefit of my quiet, lacklustre office in the corner of the executive area was a prime view of the stairs. I could see impending trouble ascending for invaluable seconds before it arrived. Generally in the form of disgruntled staff or hard suffering senior executives. The trouble that ascended the stairs early this morning was what had put me on edge since the day I started in the company. As he came into view the restlessness that had been building inside me flew to my throat and immediately plummeted between my thighs and lingered there. He turned the corner and looked directly at me. The shock of the heat in his eyes froze me to my chair. I'd never seen him stare so hotly, so intently, this was not the impersonal colleague that had kept me guessing for months. In a glance I took in his tall solid frame, my eyes lingered for micro seconds on the expanse of chest that had my nipples aching to be touched, kissed, manhandled - anything. He walked into my office with purpose and shut the door. My breath scattered as every erotic image I'd ever had of this mountain of a man centred on the closed door. He leaned back, folded his arms and watched me with heavy lidded eyes. Trying desperately to find my voice I searched his face for a clue as to what was happening, I found my eyes riveted to his luscious mouth. He was sucking a lollypop? At seven am? I stood up hoping that between sitting and standing I would miraculously voice a legible sentence. Anything. He slowly popped the lollypop out of his mouth. 'Come closer baby, I know you want a taste' he whispered. As I moved closer his eyes took on a feral gleam. He reached out, pulled me towards him and pushed the lollypop against my soft, pliant mouth. 'Come on baby, open for me' he said, pleading. He was pressed against me now, I could feel his hardness against my stomach and the answering ache of need pulsating through me. 'Mmm'. He pushed the lollypop inside my mouth, unable to take his eyes off my lips he slowly pulled it back out. In, out, in, out. 'Let me see your pretty pink tongue' he said, his words barely recognisable with the gravel in his voice. I slowly extended my tongue, he grinned and began slapping the lollypop rhythmically against it. His hard cock surged against me in response. I could feel the wetness gathering between my thighs. It was as if he read my thoughts, never taking his eyes off the lollypop flicking against the pink of my swollen tongue, he slid his hand under my skirt, inside my panties and with a growl pushed his thick finger inside me in one smooth stroke. 'Jesus baby, so wet, so hot' he growled. Pulling out he ran his finger along my soft swollen folds. 'Damn we've got to stop before I lose it, this can't happen here. But not before I have a taste' he whispered in my ear. Dazed with overpowering need and arousal I tried to comprehend his intentions. Nothing could prepare me for the feel of his thick clever fingers being replaced with the round hard ball of the lollypop! I cried out at the salacious intrusion against my softness. Shocked and aroused I could only stare at him as he laughed lewdly at my surprise and preceded to stroke and circle my clit with the hard sticky lolly. Lost in the pain pleasure now, head thrown back against the wall, I was panting and groaning so loud he covered my mouth with his free hand. Thrilled at my reaction to his ministrations he laughed, 'I knew you'd like it dirty baby'. I lost control then as the pleasure built and took me over the edge, 'ohhh, aaaarrh, oh god baby, yes.' Making the final strokes he pulled the lollypop out of my panties, my cum clinging to the sweetness leaving spidery trails in its wake. Not finished with me yet, he brought the lollypop to my mouth and smeared the juices around my lips, over and over until my mouth was a shiny pink concoction of sweetness and cum. The heady smell of sex was irresistible and he slowly lowered his mouth licking, sucking, biting. The taste of the lollypop and my own juices on his tongue took away my every thought. I felt his hard cock pressing against me and shivered at the possibility of satisfying the ache he had yet to conquer. I stood stunned as he straightened my suit and pressed soft lingering kisses on my neck and lips. He stepped back, attempted a smile that belied the still throbbing hardness of his cock, and the desperate hunger in his eyes. As he descended the stairs moments before the office filled, I wondered what we had started. And more importantly when he'd be back to finish it... Office Works Ch. 02 I sat down behind my desk and a sinking feeling took over my entire body. Was he serious? It had been four long weeks and he hadn't once acknowledged me. Yet another shared meeting and not a smile, not one inane greeting, not a single glance in my direction. Did I imagine the whole thing? I found that hard to believe as images of his wolf like hazel brown eyes turned into a dark storm of desire flashed through my mind. Surely the instant bolt of pleasure to every erogenous zone, every time his image slammed to the forefront of my mind couldn't be fantasy alone? Clearly it was time to move on. Who did he think he was anyway? In reality I didn't really see why he'd captured my attention. He didn't sound that smart in the meeting today when he failed to satisfactorily answer some of the questions the CEO was asking. And wasn't that my first rule, never have sex with a man you can't respect? Yes that's right. The questions were a little ridiculous though and now that I thought of it, it actually wasn't his area of responsibility. He was probably trying to cover for James again, who, if he ever bothered to turn up was generally dozing off or busy eating all the mints. My fantasy man had looked handsome at this morning's meeting though, with his ever present sexy grin on those full luscious lips that begged for attention. I loved the hint of almost vulnerability that ghosted across his eyes when he thought he wasn't being watched and the way his hair appeared ruffled leaving the impression of frustration through the dark feathered strands. His strong capable hands as they cupped my hips and forced me up against his hard throbbing cock. Whoa! What? Damn. There I go again. I had to snap out of these arousing trances.