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Overtime

By: Slowhand



FriendlyCare pharmacy wasn't necessarily a bad place to work, but sometimes the hours were a little too much to handle. When one came home thoroughly exhausted from filling orders for a nursing home until ten o'clock at night, it was hard to maintain much of a social life. Bernie sighed, this was the exact thought passing through his mind as he continued his mind-numbing task of dropping pills into little vials. The place was kind of like a warehouse, he didn't actually have to deal with people face to face. They sent their orders out through drivers, a comfortable buffer zone which also canceled out the possibility of meeting too many new people. There were a few coworkers that Bernie fraternized with, but they were merely acquaintances at best. The place was packed with attractive women, but Bernie was the shy type, and most of them were married or had kids. He was usually able to swallow his passions and work casually with the women he pined for, all except one. Camilla. The very sound of her name sent a flutter through his chest and a twinge in his crotch. She was his purest idea of perfection in absolute beauty. Immaculately styled dark hair framed a face of creamy pale skin, with inquisitive arched eyebrows and a perfectly crafted nose. She always dressed very stylishly, perfectly accentuating her incredible curves. Camilla worked the night shift, and every day at four o'clock, Bernie's torture would begin.

He couldn't even talk to her, it was almost pathetic the way he completely lost his cool every time she focused her attention toward him. He would make his approach nervously, after spending ten minutes coming up with something clever to say, and would usually get through his first line before she turned her coy smile his way and he completely fell to pieces, stuttering and yammering his way back to his station. Daily he yearned for her, a fire that consumed him completely, he wished he could be with her for just one night. Although honestly, given his performance with her so far, he wasn't sure his heart could handle it if it ever happened.

On a rainy Thursday that seemed to drag on forever, Bernie was just wrapping up to what he hoped would be his first early evening in a while. He stepped out of his station, headed toward the time clock, when he saw her approaching with a smile. Immediately halting his step, Bernie's mind raced to come up with something witty while he tried to calm his breathing to a normal level. She slinked up to his station and stopped before him, laying an arm on the metal cart before him while he immediately forgot what he was going to say.

"Hey Bern," she breathed. "Two people called out sick tonight, leaving me all alone to fill new orders. How would you feel about some overtime?"

Bernie gulped hard, the thought of spending the whole evening alone with her, under the watchful eye of a pharmacist of course, in the tiny new order room sent his mind reeling. A moment passed while he summoned the energy to get his mouth working again.

"S-sure!" he managed, "I'll give you a hand tonight."

"Beautiful. The two of us can knock out those orders before the shift is over, then maybe I can thank you properly..."

He knew she was kidding, at least he thought she was. This was part of the reason he lost all control when confronted with his own private goddess Camilla, she was quite full of innuendo. Common sense told him that she wasn't serious, but that little voice in his head (or perhaps below his belt) kept trying to convince him that paradise was there for him to grasp, if only he'd try.

The next few hours passed in a blur for Bernie, most of the staff filing out with goodnight wishes until it was only he, Camilla, and a night pharmacist who seemed too concerned about his pregnant wife at home to pay much attention to the work at hand. Bernie and Camilla retreated to the new order room, where light conversation fluttered about as much as he could manage. Hours passed, and Bernie cursed himself for his shameful attempt at being cool and aloof. The conversation had soured into tedium, and they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence as they worked. Just when he was about to give up on himself completely and vow to a lifetime of chastity to save him from future embarrassment like this, the pharmacist rushed in the room looking extremely harried.

"Guys, I just got a call from my wife, and she's going into labor. I can't get in touch with anyone to cover for me! I know it's against the rules, but would it be all right if I left you guys alone for a few hours while I get her to the hospital?"

Dumbfounded, Bernie turned toward Camilla in time to see a slow smile spread across her luscious lips. "Don't worry about us!" she chirped, "Go take care of your wife man! We'll be fine."

Needing no further provocation, he thanked them quickly and fled for the door, slamming it behind him with a decisive thud. They were alone, completely alone.

Camilla turned toward Bernie, still smiling seductively. "Looks like it's just you and me."

Bernie grinned and looked at his feet. "Yeah, uh, we sure are."

"What do you say we play a game?"

His chest tightened as he fixed his gaze once more into her eyes. "A game? What kind of game?"

She skipped to the counter where the sizable pile of new orders waited. Deftly, she separated the large stack into two equal stacks. "This pile is mine, and this pile is yours. Anytime an order calls for a drug that's not in this room," she motioned toward the rows of boxes containing the most commonly used drugs that filled the small space, "the price is an article of clothing, to be lost before returning is permitted."

Mouth agape, Bernie pondered this while studying the boxes around the room. Orders for unusual drugs were not all that common, especially at night. Most of what they would need was in this room. However, there were the occasional orders that required a trip to the bulk section, where all the drugs were kept. With at least a couple of hours to work, who knew what would come up? It took all of his courage, but with a goofy grin, he agreed.

The two technicians parted to separate counters, and began work on their own pile. Not five minutes had passed before Camilla held up an order with a little giggle. "Uh oh, first strike. Looks like I've got a little trip to make. Be right back."

Bernie followed her with his ears as she made her way to the bulk area and hurried back, without her shoes. She padded barefoot into the room, sending waves of excitement washing over his whole body. "Looks like you're in the lead," she laughed. "Let's see if your luck holds up."

A slightly larger period of time passed, each of them working feverishly in silence, until Camilla halted her pace with a gasp. "Another one! This might not be my lucky night."

Again she hurried from the room, and Bernie had to steady himself on the counter when she returned in only a sheer black bra that barely contained her ample bosom. "That's two, but don't get too cocky. I have a feeling that you're due for one soon."

Bernie continued working, giddy from his apparent streak of luck. First, the chance to be alone all night with the most beautiful woman in the pharmacy, and now she was nearly half undressed and standing two feet away. His sudden rush bottomed out quickly though, as he studied his next order. Zyrtec? Damn! He would have to leave the room. "What the hell, he thought, it's only my shoes." With her amused gaze burning his back, he left the room quietly and returned in his socks.

"Now we finally have a contest," she laughed.

On they worked, until the next unlucky order presented itself. It was Camilla's. In an instant, she was out of the door and back, minus her black slacks. Bernie's eyes followed her swaying hips into the room, covered only by a matching pair of sheer black panties that showed just the slightest outline of the dark bush between her legs. His own pants were suddenly very uncomfortable, as his excitement rose to a level through which he could barely concentrate on his work. With just one more trip, the comely flesh that he had craved for so long would be exposed, stripped of it's cover for the sole benefit of his hungry eyes.

He turned to his pile eagerly, anticipating the sweet moment that was rapidly approaching. In his haste, he tipped the pile over, revealing his next three orders. Glee turned to horror as he took in what he saw. Not a single one of the three were in this room! Unfortunately, Camilla had seen his accident and peered over his shoulder at the orders. "Wow, bad luck there. That's three separate trips for you." She looked him over with her eyes. "Hope you're wearing underwear, 'cause that's all you'll have left!"

Slowly, as if in a dream, Bernie retrieved the drugs one by one, each time stripping off another layer until a pair of boxer shorts was the only thing dressing his skinny frame. With a deep breath, he stepped back in to the room, standing before Camilla's roaming eyes. The idea of being almost nude in front of her had withered his excitement somewhat, much to his relief. If it hadn't, he would have a hard time keeping himself from poking out of the open fly of his boxers.

"Well," Camilla said, "We're on the home stretch now. Next loser has to show something, huh?"

A sudden intensity burned in Bernie, taking him almost completely by surprise. He was going to win this. His confidence renewed, he strode powerfully to his counter. "Let's get to work."

Each worked with ferocious intensity, the stakes were now at their highest. An agonizing fifteen minutes passed, until a sigh from Camilla incited leaps of joy in Bernie's chest. She stomped off haughtily, returning moments later with her glorious breasts bouncing in full view. Bernie longed to stroke the soft pink nipples that stood erect in the cold room, to run his tongue over every inch of her wonderful chest, but there was a contest to be won. They were tied, the next outside order would decide it, delivering it's recipient naked before the eyes of the victor.

Minutes passed, five, ten, fifteen, as Bernie and Camilla worked hurriedly. Still more time passed, and at forty minutes, desperation began to build in Bernie's mind. "It can't end like this!" he thought. "The piles are almost gone!"

The orders dwindled down, the piles becoming shorter, until they both reached their own last one at the same time. Neither tech moved, a silence descended on the room like a blanket as all activity ceased. Slowly, they turned to face each other, each holding their own losing ticket. Camilla raised an eyebrow. "You?"

Bernie nodded.

"Me too."

They stood still for a moment longer, until she crossed the room with a smile and took his hand. "Shall we?"

Together, they strolled across the pharmacy hand in hand, breaking apart to retrieve the drugs that had done them both in. Meeting again at the door, they stopped face to face. "Who's first?" Bernie croaked.

Camilla took a step back and raised her arms. "You do the honors."

Hands shaking, Bernie kneeled own and took each side of her silky panties in his hands, pulling them down slowly over her hips. With a sigh of lust, she stepped out of them and stood before him, completely nude. "My turn."

He closed his eyes as she grabbed the seat of his shorts and yanked them down swiftly, jerking her head back to avoid being hit by his growing cock, ecstatically freed from it's cotton prison. She straightened up again and they faced each other once more, sexual desire almost a tangible force streaming between their naked bodies like an electric current. Camilla broke the stillness, stepping forward and taking his fully erect penis in her warm hand. Without a word, she pulled him gently back into the room, stopping when her back was against the far counter. He leaned in slowly and their lips met, completing the current, igniting their passions to an unbearable level. He lifted her up until she sat on the counter, moaning softly as he began to kiss his way down her tingling body. Her moans ceased in a sharp gasp as she felt his tongue inside her, striking her clitoris like a dart to a bullseye. She ran her fingers through his soft hair as he pleasured her expertly, sending waves of dizziness through her heaving body. Finally, when she couldn't take any more teasing, she pulled him up to her, planted a long wet kiss on his lips, and guided his stiff member inside of her. They moved together in ecstatic rhythm for countless minutes, moans and whispers filling the air of the tiny room. He came first, bursting into orgasm with an extended groan, she not far behind. They embraced warmly, riding out throbs of glorious pleasure. Finally, panting and giggling they parted slowly, off in search of the clothes they had left scattered about the pharmacy. A tiny security camera blinked from it's hiding space in the vent on the ceiling, saving the scene it had alone witnessed for whatever interested onlooker happened upon the tape.

Overtime



Work is always hectic around Christmas time, but at least I get offered overtime more now. It's 7PM and I'm still sitting here at my desk, going over spreadsheets. I had a nightmare the day before about getting lost in Excel...I need to get out of this job. But, Christmas is looming like a gigantic demonic Santa intent on stealing the souls of little kids and stuffing them into his bag of pain, laughing and spouting fire as he makes his unholy rounds around the world. Yeah, I don't like Christmas, but I need the money for gifts. 

Lemme tell you about where I work: it's a single story office in a large complex, attached to the company warehouse. I share an office up at the front with another guy- it's tiny, windowless and with a door, a plant and a picture on the wall of some inspirational message like: "Teamwork". The florescent lights are pretty bright and tend to burn your eyes after a while, if the computer screen doesn't ruin them first. The cool thing is that this part of the building is "insulated" and separate from the warehouse part...110 degrees in the summer, and 50 degrees in the winter. 

One of the benefits of working in that little hovel is being co-located with the 100% female admin department. The fact that I'm a sweet, intelligent guy doesn't hurt either and I get lots of stimulating flirtatious conversations throughout the day. They don't go anywhere...most of the women are married, or have boyfriends, and only a few are what I would really consider "hot", but there is one...Sandra.... she's just an absolute sex pot. Five feet and six inches of absolute sweetness, with shoulder-length straight black hair, surprisingly pale skin hailing from her mostly Persian ancestry, and a ready smile that you can see if you manage to make her laugh- no small feat. The sexiest think about her though is that she also happens to be bloody brilliant...Sandra is a woman who reads Hawking for pleasure and a passionate chaos theory devotee...what can I say, the woman likes an ordered universe. Sexy, and despite being fully Americanized, strangely exotic. It's a damn shame she's in school in the mornings, and only works a few nights a week...

I'm sitting at my desk, manipulating data again, trying to track down some damn serial number or another when I feel a change in the air of the room, like I'm being watched. I don't care much...it could be my boss, afterall. I stop staring at the screen and rub my eyes a bit, hunched over in my chair. Again, I feel an increase in pressure and the faint scent of some flower or other. Before I can even turn my head, I hear her voice from the doorway.

"Late night, Bri?" She asks, holding a can of coca-cola, leaning her shoulder on the door jam. She never bothers with very sexy clothing- she doesn't have to- and besides, a tight polo shirt and slacks just looks good on her. I try to cover the fact that I'm ogling her by rubbing my eyes some more, hoping she wont notice that I'm taking her body in, like a vision of divine inspiration. I swivel my chair around to face her, sitting up straight and trying to sound as un-whiny as possible.

"Hey Sandy," I say, as lame as possible. You just can't form coherent sentences around this woman. She's won more than one debate just because I can't stand to argue with her. "Yeah, tis the season, you know?"

"I hear you on that one," She says, coming in and sitting on my co-workers desk, long deserted. Lucky bastard got to go home hours ago. "Wanna coke? I think you need it more than I do." She says, popping the can and handing it to me. I decline and she shrugs, tilting her head back to sip. She's not very graceful and a small dribble makes it's way down her chin and neck, causing her to laugh, sending a bit of spry my direction. I wince as the droplets hit me, trying not to laugh as she stops the drip with her hand.

"I'm sorry!" she says laughing, noticing how I'm annoyed by the cola bath I just took. It wasn't that bad, really, but I ham it up anyway. 

"Don't sweat it," I say, wiping my face and shirt, "happens to the best of us." I turn around to reach for some tissue off my desk and start to wipe myself down again. I jump a little bit when I feel hands on my shoulders. 

"I am sorry, Brian," She says, deeper. "I didn't mean to add drama to your day."

"No, dear, you just added excitement, is all. Thanks...it's been a stressful one."

"I can tell," She says, starting dig her fingers deep into my neck and shoulders. I don't tell many people this, but that's one sure fire ticket to getting me all hot and bothered, is a rough, painful even neck massage. Normally, I try to refrain from indulging- to better avoid arousal, after all,- but I don't care tonight. It's well after dark and the office is deserted. My boss is the only manager left in the building and probably off in the warehouse somewhere. Who cares if I get a hard on?

I lean forward to hid it, just incase. I can feel myself getting stiff in my pants and I don't want her to notice, freak out, and stop what she's doing. I lower my head down, touching my chin to my chest to take full advantage of her surprisingly skilled hands. I start to breath deeply, and moan a little- I cant help it, I'm a moaner- as she uses her position of power over me to move her hands lower down my back, along the sides of my spine pressing as she does so.

"oooooohhhhhhh.......thank you." I sigh, feeling the air leave my lungs.

"Always here for a friend, dear," She says, somewhat distracted, sounding a million miles away, like she's thinking of something else. "Besides, the phones are dead and you've got so many knots in you I'd think you were a sail boat."

If I'm a sucker for one thing, it's corny humor like that. 

"Well, it's these damn chairs." I say. 

Sandra hits my lower back and I flinch. That's a "yes-yes" spot for me...if anyone even brushes that, it drives me wild. She seems to understand and starts kneading her way back up again until she's once again digging into my neck. I let out a long hiss and shake my head as she keeps squeezing, down my shoulders and onto my arms.

"Thank you Sandy," I say.

"Don't mention it, Sweets," She says, still distracted. "We all need to de-stress sometimes..."

I turn to her and smile, grateful that my erection is semi-controlled in my pants. 

"Yeah, that's true. I guess we all do need it, huh?"

"Yeah" she says, back. I look into her eyes, the deepest amber color I've ever seen and something inside clicks. She's looking into mine too, and for a few seconds of awkward silence, I battle with myself. When she sucks in and bites on her lower lip, I decide that it's a signal and if I don't act now, there wont be another chance.

I stand from my chair, and step close to her. I've got a half-foot on her and so I have to bend down to kiss her. I lean in, and she closes her eyes, her lips half open and the next thing I taste is the cherry lip-gloss she put on earlier. Her lips are warm on mine, and soft too. She puts her hands on my waist and slides them up my back, pulling herself into my embrace while I wrap my arms around hers. She has a small mouth, which I don't mind necessarily, but I try my best to be gentle and romantic with the kiss- no sense overpowering her. After a minute or so, her lips open a bit and she lets out a long sigh as I stick my tongue into her mouth, where it finds hers. 

She's very good at making out, I decided. Her kiss is slow but deep, her embrace steady but soft. She runs her hands up and down my back and I do the same. I feel connected to her, like we were both cut from the same clay in ancient times and now we've found each other again. I admit that I'd hoped for this, but never thought in my wildest fantasies.... and now? Now, I don't want it to end. I don't want it to be an awkward memory of a dead-end job. Would I ruin the moment if I took it further? Could I live with myself if I didn't try? There is no one around for a hundred yards at least, and no one would be back for an hour, probably. No cameras in the room, no one calling the phones...

I move my hands down and slide them under her shirt. I start to lift it when she stops kissing me and pushes it back down.

"Wait." She says. My heart sinks...my mind rages at itself for a moment. I shouldn't have pushed, and now I've ruined everything...

Sandra moves to the door.... and gently closes it, locking it as she does so. 

"Okay," she smiles, moving back to me, peeling her shirt off over her head and giving me access to her purple satin bra. She kisses me again, pulling at my own shirt, trying to get it up out of my pants and over my head, while I fonder her breasts, wondering how long until I got to feel them for real. Once we're both shirtless, she starts to rub my chest too, and I fumble with her bra clasp. 

Once I have her breasts free, I take them into my mouth and it's her turn to moan. Her hand finds the back of my head and she weaves her fingers through my hair and I like and suck on her perky breasts. She's not a large woman by any means, but her tits are just perfect for her body and I can feel her nipples getting hard beneath my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, making her sigh again, while I take my free hand and slide it down the front of her crotch and begin to rub her pussy through her pants.

This sets her off and she arches her head back and starts to talk.

"Oh, that feels so good.... oh God.... play with my pussy.... rub me off."

I switch breasts, alternating my stroke on her crotch too as she bends at the knees to let my hand slide all the way back, then all the way front again. I start to make circles around her clit while I tease her breasts.

"...so fucking good..." she says, as she takes her hands from me and unclasps her pants, sliding them down to her ankles and stepping out of them, giving me direct access to her freshly shaven pussy lips. I stick my hand into her dripping wet lips, rubbing the slit with my hand and playing with her vaginal opening, sliding all the way back to her ass as she moans so loud that I start to worry about how well the office is insulated. I play with her ass, fingering it for a bit, just teasing her hole before coming back to rub her clit. I move my mouth from her breasts to her neck and bite down hard, eliciting another moan that's half pain, half pleasure. 

I massage the skin around her clit with my two fingers, rubbing the skin on top and to the sides while I leave my mark- literally- on her neck and collarbone. 

"Yes, baby..." she says, "I want you to leave your mark on me...give me something to remember this by...." 

I don't bite hard enough to leave break skin, or even leave teeth marks, but it's not long before she has two very nice looking hickies below her neckline. I always thought they were tacky, but I love to give them to her and it seems to excite her that she'll have a dirty little secret tomorrow...and some pain to remind her of her pleasure. I finish rubbing her pussy back and forth, teasing her clit, and bring my fingers to my mouth for a taste. Her pussy is practically dripping on the floor and her breathing is erratic. I wonder how close she came to Cumming all over my hand, standing up no less. I suck all the salty moisture off my fingers as she reaches down and undoes my belt, unzips my pants and finds my hard dick waiting for her soft hands.

I place my fingers on her lips and she begins to suck on them too, taking in her own pussy while she stokes my shaft with her hands, cupping and massaging my balls. 

I move her back to my desk and practically throw my binders and inbox to the floor, gently picking her up by the waist and setting her bare ass on the desktop. I spread her legs and kneel down to put my face between them. 

"You gonna eat my pussy, baby?" She asks. I cant wait to...I dive right in, licking her pussy the same way I was rubbing it, from the bottom to the top. She leans back onto my desk, resting her head on the wall and placing both hands on the tabletop to steady herself...

I tease her asshole with my tongue, tickling her a bit before I move up into her vagina. However wet she was before, she's practically drenched now as my lips move up and down the walls of her pussy, making gentle nibbles along the labia, sucking on the folds of skin with my lips. I stick my tongue into her slit and plunge it deep into her, making her moan and almost loose balance. 

Inside her pussy is amazing; it's salty of course, but strangely thick and intoxicating. I find myself getting dizzy in the smell of Sandra's sex, and I have to come up for air...

...or try to at least. One of her hands comes back down on my head, gently forcing me back into her pussy, where I don't have any problem teasing her clit with my tongue, rubbing it up, down and around, putting pressure on the little thing itself until she screams and grabs my hair, before I resume my gentler approach. 

I lick up and down and even start to nibble the skin above her pussy and along her panty line, taking the time to stick a finder deep inside her and start to move around, looking for what excites her. I find her G-Spot and rub it firmly with one, then two of my fingers until she's breathing and panting and her eyes are screwed shut. The room was heated to keep the chill out, and now we're sweating, dripping everywhere and mingling with her fluids to make a mess on the desk that I'll have a hard time explaining in the morning...

I move my head back down to her clit, still stroking her G-spot and now licking her clitoris when she grabs my head again.

"Oh....... fuck...........ohhhhhhhhhhh........" she screams silently as the waves of her orgasm hit her and cause her to buck her hips on the table. It takes a good thirty seconds before she's able to speak again. By then, I'm already up and kissing her deep.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." She moans, smiling and reaching up to pinch my nipples, "You wanna fuck me, baby? Why don't you fuck me now? I want you to pound my fucking pussy hard with that cock of yours."

Who am I to argue with a lady? I guide myself inside her, first just my tip, then I pull out again, just giving her a taste. Then, I push myself in deeper and in one slow push, I'm inside her completely and pulling out slowly...then going back in again, this time without stopping...

Sandra feels so good inside; I have to fight not to cum deep in her pussy. It's so wet and slick it barely feels there, but its' tight so that I can feel it's pressure up and down my penis, rubbing hard on the rim of my tip, making me mad with desires. I start to go in deeper, and pick up speed until she's moaning again, rubbing her clit as I fuck her tight snatch.

I lean down and play with her breasts again, using my thumbs and fingertips to get her nipples hard, and then squeezing them a little, making her crack a smile. She knows exactly what to do and what to say to turn me on, and I want to make sure she doesn't regret this in the morning...

I drill into her deeper and deeper, until I hear the sound of my balls slapping the skin of her ass. I can feel myself about to explode, and I look down at her, into those deep amber eyes...

"I'm gonna cum," I gasp

"I know," she says, also breathless. "I want you to cum deep inside me...I want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum."

No sooner does she say it than I feel myself release. I can feel my cock inside her spew cum deep into her pussy, as I keep slamming into her. I moan deep, and she lets out a muted, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...I can feel it.... that's it, baby..."

Ten seconds or so after I finish Cumming in Sandra, I pull out and she leans down and takes my cock deep into her mouth, sucking off all of her sex and mine until it's completely clean and drained, playing with my balls as she does so.

"Mmmmmm, thank you, baby." She says, standing to kiss me again. I can feel her moist pussy up against my still erect dick, and I want to go again, to fuck her even harder, when she moves to collect her panties. We put on our clothes in silence, and once we're fully clothed, I start to take some Windex from my drawer and clean up the mess we made.

"How was it?" I ask, instantly chiding myself for the stupid comment. She's about to answer when the phone rings and, kissing me on the cheek; she leaves the room for the front desk to answer it. I'm left alone, just like before and once I replace my desk to how it was- and disinfect the table to get rid of the smell if nothing else- I save my file and turn off the PC. I'm not getting any more work done tonight, and it's nearly 8:20 anyway. We're been having sex for an hour.

I gather my bag and notepad and cell phone and take the 30-foot walk from my office to her station near the front door. 

"So......." I ask. She seems to be daydreaming, looking out the window to the parking lot and beyond, into the darkness, a smile on her face like she has a dirty secret and she's not telling.

"Hmmmmm?" She turns to face me as I ask. She's playing with her collar where I gave her the hickies...

"Can I call you, Sandra?"

She actually laughs a bit. "You'd better." She says as she hands over a post it note. On it, in beautiful handwriting, she'd written her number and her address.

"I get off in less than an hour." She said, "And then, when I get home, I plan to get off again. My roommate is at a concert tonight...I hope to see you there waiting for me. I really had fun tonight...don't disappoint me, sexy." She winks as the phone rings again.

As she answers it, I pocket her note. I look over her desk, and ask,

"May I kiss you?" She shakes her head. Covering the mouthpiece, she points to a camera not ten feet away.

"Not here baby boy, but tonight you can kiss me as much as you like. One hour, stud." And she went back to the call.

I wouldn't disappoint her.



Overtime



Delete, delete, delete. If I kept this up, I'd knock the damn key off the keyboard. I watched the letters disappear before my eyes. So what if he thought the wording was a little funny, I had worked for hours on that manual and was sure it made sense to most people. Most people who can speak and read English. Just because he didn't like it, I had to change the whole thing. Irritated, I looked at the freshly blank screen and sighed. Working for family was no fun, no fun at all. The office door opened and Bryan walked up to my desk. "Hiya." 

He rapped a short rhythm on the counter with his fists and smiled. Grateful for the break, I smiled back. Bryan worked in the back. He always had a few word and a smile for me. I enjoyed talking with him, and he was nice to look at. Bonus.

"Whattaya need?" I asked him, meeting his eyes. They were an unusual color, somewhere between light green, and blue, and framed by long, dark lashes. He had pretty eyes, that was the first thing I'd noticed about Bryan.

He reached into the candy dish for some treats.

"We need some screws, do you have the keys to the Chevy?" I watched him pop a chocolate kiss into his mouth, thinking about full, soft lips and what he could do with said lips, on my breasts, between my legs... Mentally shaking myself, I nodded at his inquiry and opened a drawer for the keys. 

"Sure." I dropped the keys into his outstretched hand. "How's Lisa?" Lisa was his girlfriend. I thought he could do better. He was a nice guy and deserved a nice girl, which, in my opinion, Lisa wasn't. Yes, I was jealous. His face fell a little and I instantly felt guilty, there must be a problem and now I had made him feel bad. 

"We broke up." 

"Geez. Sorry." I was a dumbass.

"It's okay." He smiled again, it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm missing her right now, but I'll get over it."

"Sure, it goes away. With time, I guess." Dumb. But I didn't really know what to say. I'm not good when people are feeling bad. He shrugged and jingled the keys.

"Thanks for the keys! Talk to you later." He turned and walked back out the door. I leaned slightly in my chair to get the whole view as he left. Sighing again, I turned back to my computer screen, now totally preoccupied with other thoughts. Bryan. He was around 5'10", olive skinned, with long, lean muscles. His dark hair was cropped close to his head, giving me the urge to run my hands over it every time he walked by. He had a the type of smile that made me think it was only for me. I'd never had the pleasure of seeing him without his shirt on, but I imagined it would be smooth and toned. He definitely had a body I'd never tire of looking at, or touching.

Have to get back to work, I reminded myserlf. If I kept up these thoughts, I'd never get anything constructive done, and I'd have to hunt Bryan down and drag him into the bathroom, rip his clothes off and see for myself just what his body looked like. Maybe take his pants off and taste him, or just let him throw me against the wall and do me when no one was lookin. Hmmm...

At four, I turned off my computer, punched out, and walked out to the parking lot, digging in my purse for my keys. 

"Have a good night!" Looking up, I saw Bryan getting onto his bike. He waved.

"Nice bike!" I finally found my keys and unlocked my car with the remote. He paused.

"Want a ride?" I thought about what I had to do. Drive home, find and make dinner, drink a glass of wine, watch TV, read, go to bed. Hell yeah, I'd like a ride. 

"Sure." Oh yeah, I was a smooth operator. He'd never know my heart was beating a damn techno song in my chest. Or that my stomach was now home to a butterfly colony. I threw my purse in my car and locked it. Then walked over to him. I don't know a lot about motorcycles, but it was big, shiny, and loud. And he straddled it in a way that made my thoughts turn dirty. I climbed on behind him and wrapped my arms around his trim waist. Yep, tight stomach. Yum. 

"Hold on." As if he had to tell me. The fronts of my thighs pressed against the backs of his and when he braked, we were touching in more intimate places, making me think of what we could do after this ride was over. He was taking back roads, giving me a scenic ride of the countryside. I grew bolder by the second. Damnit! If a guy offers you a ride on his bike, isn't he a little interested? I leaned forward to press my breasts against his back, and my hands drifted a little lower on his stomach. I could feel the waistband of his jeans and hesitated. 

The bike sped up, causing me to press harder into his back. Was that encouragement? Screw it, encouragement or not, what guy is going to turn down a little action? I considered myself cute, not half bad to look at, and he was single... wasn't he? Here was my chance to actually live out some of the fantasies I'd created starring Bryan.

I ventured lower and found him hard already, creating quite an impressive bulge in his jeans. He shifted in his seat, but made no move to stop me. I rubbed my hand up and down, feeling him grow even harder. I felt his body relax into mine, pressing them together from top to bottom. He sped up and headed back into town. I leaned my face on his back, keeping it out of the wind. Breathing deeply, I could smell fabric softener mixed with cologne and the scent that made him male. It made me anticipate what was to come even more. I felt myself growing warm all over. I felt the bike slow down and saw we were pulling into his driveway. He turned off the bike and got off, offering a hand to help me. Cold air rushed into the place his body had been, chilling me. I shivered as I stepped off the bike, right into him. His hands cupped my elbows and he looked down at me, his light eyes on fire. I smiled shyly, not sure what he wanted. He returned my smile and turned to lead me into the house, holding onto my hand.

We walked into his kitchen. It was small, but cute and neat. The dining room was just off the kitchen and opened into a small living room. 

"Do you want a beer?" He let go of my hand to walk to the fridge.

"Sure, thanks." Beer sounded great. He grabbed two cans and handed me one. Opening it, I took a long drink. I felt his warmth before I saw him. He'd put his can on the counter and his hands were back on my elbows, guiding me towards him. I met his gaze, so intense and full of fire. I was wet just thinking about what that gaze promised. His hands slowly ran up my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Stopping at my neck he brought my face to his. His lips were soft and warm and gentle at first, testing. His hands moved to the back of my neck and his kisses grew more intense. We tasted each other, needing and wanting, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tighter, pressing our bodies together. His hands flew into action, running over my arms, under my shirt, up to my breasts. He reached around to unclasp my bra, pulling the straps off my shoulders as he made his way back to the front. Impatient, I pulled my shirt over my head and my breasts were freed for him. He bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, massaging the other. I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. My body was on fire, starting at my very core and making its way out through my skin. His touch was like a brand on m skin, searing. 

He moved his mouth to the other breast and paid similar attention to that nipple. Waves of pleasure rolled down my body, meeting in the middle. His kisses moved downward, lips and teeth leaving a trail of pleasure as they made their way along my stomach, to my hips. He slid my jeans down and pulled them all the way off. I rocked my hips forward, trying to get him to take those teeth and lips to the core of my pleasure, but he wasn't ready. He grinned up at me and bent lower to my ankles. Biting the inside of one gently, he made his way slowly up my leg, nibbling all the way. I let out a moan and put my hands out to hold myself up, as my legs seemed almost useless. He made his way up to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and I stumbled backwards into the wall. He reached up to catch me, smiling. 

"Sorry about that." He remained on his knees, looking up at me and chuckling. I leaned against the wall, panting. I suddenly felt very vulnerable, standing just about naked before him. He must have sensed me closing up, because he stood and cupped my chin, gently forcing me to meet his eyes.

"You are beautiful." I felt my eyes widen. It had been so long since a man had told me I was beautiful. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and even if it was only for tonight, I believed him. I smiled.

"Thank you." I whispered. "Now, weren't you in the middle of something?" I asked slyly. He grinned.

"Yes I was." Holding my gaze, he kneeled back down, trailing his hands down my body and taking my panties with him as he went. He paused. I wasn't completely bare, but I was quite trimmed. He grinned again and went down to my other ankle. He nibbled and kissed his way back up that leg. When he arrived at my inner thigh again, this time I had the wall at my back, so no falling. And he didn't stop. He moved in between my thighs, spreading them gently apart to reach everything. I held my breath and watched his dark head move between my legs. I had to put my hands on his shoulders to stay upright as his tongue teased my clit. My head went back, eyes closed, I let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a shout. He licked in long firm strokes, not missing an inch of me, then rolling my clit around in his mouth, sucking gently. When he grazed me with his teeth, I thought I was dying. I hooked a knee over one shoulder, giving him more access and helping me to stay standing. His hands cupped my butt, aiding my plight. He squeezed and massaged as his tongue worked magic. His tongue darted inside me, tasting, then thrusting in and out. Oh my God! My hips worked in rhythm, trying to find fulfillment. If his tongue felt this good, what did other things feel like?

He moved back to my clit and as he was sucking, he slid a finger inside me. I really was having a difficult time standing, my knees were jello. There was a pressure building in my center, growing with each lick, each thrust. I was getting closer and closer, and without warning, I exploded. The orgasm hit me like a train, taking away my breath and making me scream. I came off the wall and dug my fingers into his shoulders, leaving marks. He held me tightly, not letting me go and finished. Just when I thought I could take no more, he was gone.

When I could breathe normally again, I opened my eyes. I was sitting on the floor, knees drawn up and akimbo. Bryan was sitting few feet away, watching me. He smiled, eyes twinkling at me. I melted all over again.

"That was amazing." I told him, grinning. He got to his knees and crawled towards me, eyes hot.

"That was just the beginning." I was intrigued.

"Really?" He kneeled between my legs and took my face in his hands. He kissed me softly, gazing at me.

"Oh yeah. I've been waiting so long to do that. Now that I've got you here, it's going to be a long night." I had no argument.

"Alright. Then it's my turn." I smiled slyly and reached out for his jeans. He pulled back with a smirk.

"Let's go someplace more comfortable."

"Oh, hell no." I grabbed his waistband. "I came in the kitchen, you are too."

I go to my knees and pulled him towards me by his jeans. I kissed him hungrily, tasting the remnants of me on his tongue. He massaged my breasts, playing with the nipples. I pushed him down and moved on top to work his buttonfly. He sat up, but I pushed him flat. It was really my turn, and I wanted to be in control. I pulled his jeans off and went back up for more kisses. I trailed my mouth down his neck, licking. When I got to the soft skin where neck meets shoulder, I nibbled. He arched his back, giving me more. I bit harder, making him moan. I worked my way to his chest, licking, kissing, nibbling. Down to his stomach, firm and flat, I kissed every inch of him. I found that line at a man's hips and licked my way down it until I found him, hard and ready, lying against his stomach. I licked him from the base of his shaft to the tip of the head, playing with his ridge. He arched his hips, telling me he wanted more. I slid him into my mouth, hearing him gasp. All the way down to the base, I licked and sucked. His hips rose to meet me, as I fondled his balls. I wanted to taste him now. I didn't go slow or gentle, taking him into my mouth as far as he would go, then sliding him almost all the way back out. His hips rose and fell in rhythm with me, setting the pace he wanted. I sucked and fondled him with my tongue as he fucked my mouth. I wrapped a hand around his base and used it to help, squeezing, as it followed my mouth, up and down. His hips started to move faster and his breath came harder and louder, he was going to come. When he did, I held the rhythm and swallowed every last drop of him, watching his face as the orgasm rode him. When he settled, panting, I licked him slowly, enjoying the shudders that racked his body.

I kissed my way back up to face level. He smiled languidly at me. I returned it.

"Thanks for that." He said. I grinned.

"It was okay?"

"Oh yeah. Can you do it again?' My eyebrows shot up.

"Can you?" He struggled on his elbows to sit up.

"Maybe not for a little while." He said, sheepishly.

"Oh, we aren't done." I stood up and pulled him to his feet.

"I think we need a shower." He pulled me close, pressing his body to mine. The heat started again, spreading up my body. I could feel him begin to grow hard against me. He kissed me, soft and gentle, then led me to the bathroom. 

The water was hot, we got clean, and explored every inch of each other's bodies, learning every tickle spot, every spot that made each other moan. When we dried off, we moved to the bedroom. He was ready.

We'd done the foreplay, I was ready to feel him inside me, and found myself wanting it more and more with each passing second. I pulled him to me fiercely, grinding my hips onto his erection. His eyes widened in surprise as I claimed his mouth with mine. His hands were everywhere, rubbing, massaging. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top. He smiled up at me with that look in his eyes. That look men get when they know they are about to have you. I grasped him in my hand, he was so hard. Rising up on my knees, I rubbed the tip of him against my wetness. He gasped, I almost fell over with the wanting. I lowered myself onto him and he slid home. I couldn't move for a few seconds, he felt so good, filling me up. His eyes closed and his back arched, trying to drive himself deeper. But I had every inch of him buried inside me. I started to move my hips, rising up and pulling off of him until he was almost out, then driving him back into me. He touched parts of me that had never been touched before, and I gasped with each movement. 

Our breaths grew into moans as we found a rhythm and moved together. I could feel the pleasure growing, starting at the place our bodies met and moving throughout my body. I ran my nails down his chest and he cried out with pleasure. Leaning forward, I nipped at his neck, and he bent his head to tease my nipples with his tongue and teeth. I continued to move my hips driving him deeper and deeper in to me. 

"Oh, you feel so good!" 

I looked him in the eye, his gaze hot, his lip caught between his teeth. The orgasm came without warning, making my hips buck and tearing a scream from my throat. Bryan held onto my hips to keep me in place while my body rocked on top of him. When it was through , I collapsed on his chest, my mouth nibbling his neck. I knew he hadn't come yet, but I honestly could no longer move my body, I needed a minute.

He sat up, gently pushing me with him. He came out from underneath me and leaned me up against the headboard. I grasped the top of the wood, bracing myself. He entered me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other in my hair, pulling my hair back.

"Yes, oh yes." I cried. He felt amazing, filling me from that angle.

"You like that?" I nodded because the only sound I could make were moans.

"Yes... yes!" I managed to gasp out. He thrusted in and out, driving himself into me over and over. 

"I want to feel you cum inside me. Please." The thrusting continued, our skin meeting with little slapping sounds. He started to speed up, going in harder and deeper every time. The feeling was amazing. I never wanted it to stop. 

"yes, yes!" I was screaming, but didn't care, I wanted to feel him explode inside me, and I wanted it now.

I felt him grow harder right before he gave one last hard, deep drive, and he moaned. Pushing himself deeper into me. Little moans and grunts were the only sounds we could make. We collapsed to the bed, him still inside me, until our we could catch our breath.

He rolled off me and we lay next to each other, reveling in the moment.

"That was amazing." He rolled on his side to look at me. I nodded. 

"Uh huh." Bryan smiled at me, that amazing smile, and I cuddled up to him, wrapping myself around him. I could feel him growing hard against my leg. I pulled back and looked at him in surprise. 

"Already?" He shrugged and grinned. 

"Aren't you?"



Overtime







Overtime



He was sitting at his desk, exhausted from another long day at work. Tie loosened, his jacket thrown over the back of the chair, he looked as if he was ready to head home at any moment. And he was. Until his boss dropped another stack of files to go through. As if he didn't have enough to deal with already.

He was working well into the evening, when there was a knock at the door. Finding this strange, he called out for the person to enter.

He hadn't expected her to walk into his office that evening, but he knew exactly what she was there for. Her eyes said it all. They always did.

She stopped part way into the office.
"You're not too busy, are you?" she asked.

"I'm never too busy for you," he replied with a smile.

Keeping her eyes on his, she stepped the rest of the way into his office, and shut the door. He heard the click of the lock as it engaged in the door.

"Looks like it's you and I tonight," she said, running her hand through her hair.

"Yes, it is," he said softly, while watching her every move. He was always amazed at how sexy she was. She looked particularly sexy tonight, with her white buttoned shirt, undone far too much for the work hours; her short skirt, that would show her ass if she bent forward even slightly; and those high heels that added just that little bit of height, and made him stare at her legs that much longer.

He was looking pretty damn good too, she thought. He was exceptionally sexy in his suit, but with his tie loose like that, shirt undone just a bit, she knew she wasn't going to be able to control herself. She was already imagining him with nothing on. And what she'd being doing to him once he had nothing on.

"What's wrong?" he asked, misinterpreting her stare.

"Nothing," she said, with a sexy smile. "I'm just thinking about what I'm about to do to you."

"Come on over here and tell me all about it," he said, already undoing his tie the rest of the way.

That was the only invitation she needed. She walked toward his desk, and then around it. Once she reached him, she leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, her hand running over his face, and down to the buttons of his shirt.

As she was undoing his shirt, he put his hands on her waist and guided her onto his lap, kissing her back, savouring each gentle touch as she pulled his shirt back.

Pulling it off his shoulders, she got up off his lap, and slowly walked behind him, tying his hands with his own shirt. Taking the tie from where he tossed it onto the desk, she slowly tied it around his eyes, whispering into his ear, "if you're good, I'll do anything you want tonight." He moaned softly as she moved away from him, and he wondered where she went.

She sat upon his desk for a moment, just staring at him and smiling. "This is going to be fun," she thought. She got up from his desk, and knelt down in front of him, holding the arms of the chairs for support.

"Are you in front of me right now?" he asked, his voice filled with longing.

"Maybe," she answered, in her true antagonistic fashion. He couldn't help but smile at her, expecting that answer from her.

With that, she moved her hands to his pants, quickly undoing them, but not taking them off yet. She wanted to prolong teasing him for as long as she could. Through his pants, she slowly and gently began to touch and rub his cock. He pushed his hips up slightly, wanting her to rub a little harder. But she pulled back, and said teasingly, "you can't do that. That's not following the rules," knowing she would give into his desires the moment he behaved.

"Okay," he said, "I'll stop."

She then slid her hands a little higher, to the waist of his pants, and told him to lift himself up slightly. She pulled his pants down to his ankles, and then off completely, and in doing so, left his cock free for her to tease and touch. 

He felt the cool air of the office on his cock, and moaned in relief. He was dying for her to touch him again, even in the slightest, to relieve some of his aching desires. But he also knew how much she loved to tease him, and with the tie around his eyes, he had no way of knowing what she would do next.

He felt her nails move down his legs ever so slowly, making him breathe a little harder.

She watched his mouth as his breath escaped, and then his hips as he pressed toward her, his cock now wet with the lust he felt. She too felt herself becoming more and more aroused, and knew she could hold back no longer. Kneeling in front of him once again, she slipped her mouth around his cock, taking in as much as she could. 

He gasped as her mouth surrounded him, trying not to push himself all the way down her throat. Gently, she moved her mouth up and down, not wanting to drive him to the edge just yet. Lifting her mouth from his cock, she used her tongue to tease his head, licking and kissing every part. His cock was getting more and more wet, and she loved the taste of him. 
She kissed all the way down his shaft, and back up again, sliding his cock into her mouth again, sucking a little faster this time, wanting to get him as worked up as she could. The feeling of his cock on her tongue was turning her on so much that she had to start touching herself, alternating between gently teasing and rubbing her clit and sliding her finger into her wet pussy.

Once her finger was covered in her own wetness, she whispered for him to open his legs a little more, guiding one of them over the arm rest. He did as she asked; hoping he knew what was going to happen next.

Taking her finger from her wet pussy, she began to tease his ass with it, rubbing around his hole and pushing her finger in slightly. He moaned in appreciation, moving his hips forward more, so she would slide her finger up a little further.

Suddenly, her mouth was gone from his cock, and he felt slightly disappointed. He loved having his cock sucked, and he wondered what she would do next. He gasped in surprise as her tongue began circling his hole, and her hand rubbed his rock hard cock. He couldn't believe how hard he was, and he knew he was getting closer to cumming. Feeling that it was only fair to warn her, he told her how close he was. Her only response was to lick a little harder, and slide her hand up and down his shaft a little faster.

Knowing how close he was drove her crazy and she started rubbing her pussy with her other hand a little faster, making sure her fingers were wet for what was to happen next.

Moaning loudly, and thrusting his hips upward, he whispered, "I'm so close. Oh yes....."

Taking her tongue from his hole, she slipped her now wet finger into his ass, making him moan louder and thrust harder. She then slid his cock back into her mouth, and sucked his cock and fucked his ass with her finger in the same rhythm, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

Overcome with lust, he came in her mouth. Tasting his cum in her mouth, she sucked harder, fucked his ass a little faster, urging him to give her his all. She sucked his cock until she felt him relax, and slipped her finger out of his ass.

Once he had finished cumming, he was still rock hard. Excited for what would happen next, she kissed his mouth as she undid the tie around his eyes, and then untied his hands.

Standing up, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. He leaned forward to kiss her, her skirt lifting, his cock teasing her wet pussy. She moaned into his mouth, trying to grab at his cock, but his body over hers wouldn't allow it. He ripped her shirt open, and kissed down her body, until he reached her pussy. 

Grabbing the chair, he sat back down, and slid his tongue deep inside her. Her hands immediately went to the back of his head, pulling him in deeper. He responded by licking faster, and she pushed her pussy into his mouth, moaning his name.

He took his tongue from her pussy and began licking her clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing her. He slid his finger into her dripping wet pussy, fucking her slowly. She began moving her hips so he would fuck her faster, but he kept at the same speed, still teasing her with the tip of his tongue, and slowly fucking her pussy with his finger.

He added another finger to her pussy, making her moan louder, and started licking her clit a little harder, knowing the effect he was having on her. She started to fuck his face, drawing his tongue in so he would lick her faster.

Taking his fingers out of her pussy, he began teasing her ass the way she had done to him, very gently. She was so excited, and he knew he could make her cum at any moment. All he had to do was slide his finger into her ass, and she would cum all over his face.

Taking her juices, he spread them around her hole and rubbed gently. He took his tongue from her clit, only for a moment, to taste her ass and her pussy together. Her hips lifted as he licked her, wanting his tongue pushed up further. 

Instead, he took his wet finger and slid it deep into her ass and started licking her clit as fast as he could. Holding the back of his head, she rode his tongue, and came harder than she ever had before, her ass tightening around his finger, her pussy suddenly flooded with her cum. He took his tongue from her clit and pushed it deep into her pussy, tasting what he had done to her.

He backed away from her slowly, taking his finger from her ass, his tongue from her pussy, and as she stood before him, she removed the rest of her clothes, so that they were both naked. Looking at her, he knew she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and when she looked at him, she knew she wanted no other.

She straddled his lap again, taking his cock and teasing herself with it. Knowing that neither of them could stand it anymore, she let him take over. He slipped his cock inside of her pussy, both of them sighing in relief as they became one again.

She rode his cock slowly at first, wanting to feel every inch of him take her. He kissed her all over: her face, her neck, her shoulders, anywhere his mouth could reach. Her hands were on the back of his head, holding on as she felt another orgasm building inside of her.

He slid his hand down to her wet clit, and began playing with her again, feeling her getting more and more excited, starting to ride him harder and harder.

"Oh, yes, fuck me, please," she moaned.

Suddenly, he took his hand away from her, and stopped moving. She looked at him, confused, and he asked her to get up. She played along, wondering what he was doing. Taking her hand, he guided her down to the floor, and had her lay back.

"You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?" he whispered in her ear, and she knew what he was going to do to her. He laid his body on top of hers, and slid his aching cock inside of her pussy again. She moaned in his ear, then gently biting his neck and ear, running her hands up and down his back, while he started to fuck her harder and faster.

Suddenly, he felt her breath on his ear as she whispered, "I want your fingers in my ass. And then I want your cock in there." He stopped, and looked at her, wanting to make sure she was ready for letting him go there. When he saw there was no hesitation in her eyes, his cock became even harder, which he didn't think was even possible.

"I'm going to do everything you want me to, my love," he whispered back. She moaned in his ear, her lust making her want him even more. She began playing with her clit, picking up where he left off, while he joined in, getting his fingers wet to tease her ass again.

Ever so slowly, he pushed one finger inside, and hearing her moans of ecstasy, he pulled back, and pushed in again, loving the feeling of her ass gripping his finger. He pulled back once more, and added a second finger, feeling her pussy become wetter. He felt as if he'd gone to heaven, and knew what was next would only be better.

Reaching into the drawer beside them, she grabbed out the lube she had hid there the previous evening.

"You're prepared, aren't you?" he said with a laugh, excited that she had been thinking about this all of last night.

"Of course I am. I want you to fuck my ass hard and deep, and I want you to be able to do it as if you're fucking my wet pussy."

Smiling at her, he slowly pulled his fingers from her ass, and his cock from her pussy. He kissed her on the lips once more, and she got up on her hands and knees, her ass in front of him for the taking. Not wanting to rush this moment, he kissed her lower back, down her cheeks, and slipped his tongue into her pussy, getting it wet with her juices. From there, he ran his tongue up to her hole, circling and sliding it in and out, making her push her ass back onto his tongue. He felt her hand slide up onto her pussy, and she played with herself while he fucked her ass with his tongue.

Picking up the lube, he rubbed some onto her ass, and his fingers, and began finger fucking her ass again.

"Does that feel okay?" he asked, concerned he might hurt her.

"That feels amazing. That's what I want it to feel like when you slide your hard cock inside of me."

He pulled his fingers back, adding a little more lube to her ass; he also covered his cock in it. Kneeling behind her, he asked if she was ready. She looked back, smiled and nodded at him, obviously excited for what was about to happen.

Slowly, he began pushing his cock into her tight ass. He got his head into her ass, and she was moaning louder he had ever heard her moan before. Her fingers were playing with her clit as he stopped for a moment. Adding a little more lube, he let her start pushing her ass back on to his cock. Taking his time, he was finally able to get the entire length of his cock inside of her.

He had never felt anything like this before; it was beyond amazing. Slowly pulling back, he slid two fingers inside her dripping pussy, making her moan his name.

"Oh my God, you better put your cock back in my ass, I'm going to cum all over you," she said, breathlessly, playing with herself faster.

Adding a little more lube, so he could fuck her the way she wanted it, he began sliding his cock in and out a little faster, hearing her moaning getting louder. Her fingers had never moved so fast across her clit, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer either.

"I'm going to cum in your ass, cum with me?" he said, sliding in and out of her ass, harder and faster.

"Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck my ass; cum deep inside me." She began fucking him back, knowing she was going to cum at any moment.

He fucked her ass as she cried out, screaming his name as she came, harder than she ever had, harder than she did when his tongue was all over her moments before.

As she came, he felt her ass tighten up around his cock, and it was just too much. He began to cum with her, filling her ass, holding onto her hips so he wouldn't collapse on top of her.

Slowly, they both relaxed from the intensity they had both just experienced. He gently pulled out of her, wanting to thank her for everything that had happened that evening.

As he lay down next to her, she leaned over and kissed him, and said, "thank you, my love. That was the most incredible feeling. I love you so much. Can we do that again?" Her eyes were all he needed to see to know how happy he had made her.

"Of course we can. And you read my mind. Thank you for everything. I love you too."

So, can we do that?

I love you.



Overtime



Simone was working late, providing the Finance Department with technical support in the roll out of their new software. Despite having put in a solid 14 hours work she still looked professional and sharp in her green knee length pleated skirt and white and green stripped top. The bell to the IT Department's office rang and looking around her cubicle, Simone saw Chris at the door. She quickly opened the door and took a calming breath. Every time she's around Chris she gets shortness of breath and cannot stop wondering how he would taste if she kissed him. Needless to say she got moist and always had to fight hard to ensure no one noticed her reaction Chris.

He came to her asking about the progress of the software roll out and mentioning the different testing he would like to see done. Suddenly he leaned down and kissed the curve between her neck and shoulder saying, "You're so sweet. I've always wondered what you taste like." 

Simone jumped and her eyes bugged out unable to believe she was hearing him say what she fantasised about for so long. She started to turn her head to look at him and he stopped her. Smelling the curve of her neck and placing little kisses along the line of her shoulder. Simone sat there struggling to breathe her entire body shaking from the effect Chris was having on her. His hands moved to the front of her blouse and he slowly began unbuttoning her to expose to pert breasts to his view. His first sight of her breasts in the lace cups had him groaning. He slipped his hands inside the cups to gently touch her breasts and rub her nipples. He took one step back and told her to get up. She looked at him starting to protest, Chris held by her arms and jerked her up, "Do not ever make me ask you ANYTHING twice!"

"But everyone else is outside."

"Your overhead bin will prevent anyone from seeing don't worry." 

With that, he rolled her chair away and jammed Simone against the desk. He stepped in closer and held her by her jaw and leaned close. His lips brushed against hers oh so lightly and he pulled back when she tried to deepen the kiss. Chuckling at her pout, he pushed off her shirt and unclasped her bra exposing her to his hot gaze. He leaned her backwards and holding her gaze with his bit down on her nipple which brought a sharp gasp from her, seemingly satisfied, he licked it and repeated with the other nipple. He started to kiss and suckle her breasts in earnest pulling her breasts deep into his mouth and licking the nipples. His hand resting on her thigh, started to stroke it now and he slipped his fingers into her underwear and felt her liquid heat pool over his fingers.

"Mmm very good you're going to need this when I get inside you." She started to protest and fell silent at his warning look. He stepped back from her and undid his pants. "On your knees and suck it. You better make it good too." Knowing by now it was useless to protest; she slid to her knees and took Chris' pulsing member into her mouth. Her mouth stretched wide as she tried to take him into her mouth, his thickness requiring a lot of saliva to get her into the smooth gliding movement a blowjob is supposed to have. She sucked along his length her tongue wrapping around him and then licking his balls when she had him deep in her throat. Chris groaned and wrapped his hands in her hair and slowly began to face fuck her. Breathing heavily he pulled out and helped her to her feet.

Without saying anything, he pushed back to the edge of her desk and stepped between her legs as he spread them. Reaching behind Simone, he got the scissors and pushed her skirt up and cut her underwear off. Startled, Simone looked up at him and he said "From now on, don't wear any underwear to work. I want to be able to touch you or fuck you as I please without having to encounter any underwear." Simone looked downwards and meekly nodded yes to his order. He held her by her neck and forced her to meet his gaze. "You are to answer me yes sir. Do you understand!"

With tears in her eyes, Simone responded with the required yes sir and only then did Chris release her. Stepping back from between her legs he turned her around and pushed her upper body down and roughly entered her from behind. He asked no questions and took all that he wanted from her. Thrusting into her deep and hard, Simone had to bite her lips to not attract any attention beyond the office. 

Chris pulled her head back by her hair and whispered all the dark wicked things he wanted to do to her, slamming into her with short hard thrusts, his other hand alternately pulling at her nipples or playing with her clit. Simone felt the pressure increased in her from her toes to the top of her head and began to shake uncontrollably. Chris knowing what was coming released her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands and began thrusting into her even harder forcing her to ride her orgasm on the double edged sword of pleasure and pain. Chris then filled her with his semen roughly bucking into her as he did so. 

He then eased himself out of Simone and turned her to him. "Remember all I said. You never know when next I'll be coming for a taste. You don't want me upset at you because you disobeyed me." He then pulled her to him and kissed her making sure that he tasted all of her and she him. He pulled back with a gentle kiss on her forehead and after tidying himself up, left the IT office with Simone at the edge of her desk unable to move because her legs were shaking too much.



Overtime



The sign on her door read, "Darlene Jenkins". Ms Jenkins as I addressed her at work was my boss, though during times when things were less formal, I along with everyone else called her Darlene.

I'd only been working for her for a few months now. It was a small enterprising little company, but the workload kept me busy and was very interesting. I did a lot of research on products, submitted bids, and then sent those in to Darlene for approval and ordering. The one thing I really liked about my job was that there were only a handful of employee's and everyone seemed friendly and easy going. Somewhat laid back, it wasn't a stuffy environment, allowed to wear pretty much whatever we wanted to as long as it was clean and not too terribly revealing. I particularly liked Fridays when Darlene would usually come in wearing a nice pair of form fitting jeans as opposed to the more professional look of skirts and modest blouses that she wore during the rest of the week.

For being in her early to mid forty's, Darlene had an incredible looking body, though most of that was of course based on my own overactive imagination. She had dark brown shoulder length hair that she usually wore up, except again on Fridays when she usually wore it natural, which was how I preferred seeing her. Dark brown eyes, full lips and an olive complexion, she had an air of exotic beauty to her that was both sensual as well as mysterious. Her laugh was infectious, often taking out the stress of any given situation, though she had a serious side to her as well that was a no-nonsense approach when the situation called for it.

I liked working for her. She was fair, just, and always willing to work alongside you as opposed to just dumping something onto you and leaving you to flounder about trying to figure things out on your own.

In addition to Darlene, there was also another very attractive girl working there, closer to my own age somewhere around twenty-five or six perhaps and only employed two months longer than I'd been. Kris did most of the office filing and record keeping, and did much of the correspondence for Darlene. Needless to say, at times the three of us worked very closely together, especially around the end of the month when we compiled all the purchases or contracts we'd completed and submitted for the month. It was during those times we sometimes worked late, Darlene usually ordering Pizza, or Chinese takeout. Not having much of a social life at the time, I'd come to actually look forward to those late evenings while working together.

Kris was herself a very bubbly outgoing young woman. Somewhat petite at just five feet, a very slender figure, small but obviously noticeable breasts, Kris wore her long blonde hair in a ponytail most of the time. She had the typical blue eyes of a blonde, with a fair complexion and a sexy smile that always appeared and as I believed, to be genuine.

Part of my reason for not having much of a social life had been my own fault. I'd always wanted to live out on the West Coast, and when the opportunity came to move out there, I took it. My girlfriend at the time was happy where she was, and so we naturally parted ways, so it wasn't that I was unattractive. I'd just been too busy settling in at my new job and place to actively start dating again. I certainly didn't consider myself a hunk either, or anything even closely resembling model material, but I'd done well with the girls during High School and had been fairly popular. At 5'10" I still had a pretty good build, worked out twice a week, ran every other morning for an hour before work, and didn't eat a lot of junk food, which certainly helped. I too had dark hair, wore it a bit longer than most guys perhaps, but had always done so, and unless otherwise directed, had no plans in changing it.

Like I said, it was the end of the month, a busy one, and because it had been, we had a lot of numbers to crunch, a lot of documents to compile which promised a couple of later than usual nights at the office. I was actually looking forward to it when Darlene came by my desk the day before.

"Not that I have to remind you Rob," she said smiling at me. "But I think that we might be actually working a bit longer tomorrow night and Friday than we normally have in the past. I hope you haven't made any plans for late evening as I'm afraid the three of us are going to be here a while."

I hadn't, and told her so, getting a pleased smile in return upon hearing that. "Pizza or something else?" she asked. "Kris has already opted for Chinese, but said either one would be fine with her."

"Chinese sounds fine with me too," I agreed, admiring her firm full breasts as I said that, trying very carefully not to let her know I had been looking at them as she stood there in front of my desk. The deep red somewhat sheer blouse she wore perhaps a bit smaller than she should have been wearing, two buttons seriously being tested to their limits in keeping the front of it gathered and closed. Even then as she turned off to one side, just enough of a gap opened to reveal the lacy red bra she was wearing along with a great deal of ample, soft looking flesh peeking up and over the cups. As she turned back to face me again, I averted my eyes from where I'd been looking, but her movement had been a bit quicker than I'd expected, and I wondered if she hadn't caught my eyes looking where they hadn't belonged. Her smile remained however as she thanked me, and then headed off back into her office.

As for Kris, I was looking forward to working late with her too. Over the past month or so, we'd gotten a lot closer, we'd flirted some, though nothing that might suggest it was anything more than that. We'd gone out to lunch together a few times, generally took and shared our breaks together when we could, though one of us usually had to be around whenever Darlene was in the office, so even then we didn't spend a lot of time together as we might both have preferred. Working late together however would assure that, and especially as Darlene permitted an even more relaxed casual attire in our dress during those evenings. It had been the one and only time I'd actually seen Darlene in a pair of shorts along with a fairly tight fitting tank top that looked like it had been painted on. Rather than going home after work, she had changed in her office. And though it was impossible to actually see anything, the silhouetted shape as she did so through her door had given me just a hint of her voluptuous body as she'd changed clothes, shortly after stepping out now wearing the outfit I've just described. Once again I had to avert my eyes so I didn't appear to be staring, though I admired the shape and tightness of her ass as she walked away a few minutes later.

We'd already been hard at it for the past couple of hours when Darlene suggested it was time to take a break and relax while she went off to pick up the Chinese takeout. Kris and I were both looking forward to that when she did as it would give us both a chance to chat, relax and enjoy one another's company for a bit waiting for Darlene's return. 

"Come with me?" She asked.

I knew what she was asking without needing to go into a lot of detail, I'd done it before. Since it was late at night, the only office lights that were on were the ones we absolutely had to have on in order to work by. In the far corner of the building where we worked, most of the lights were off, which is also where the bathrooms were. And not that we weren't perfectly safe working there at night, the darkness for Kris was still a little unsettling, and she preferred it when I escorted her there and back. I didn't mind, it gave us a chance to be together, talk and enjoy one another's company during the brief walks there and back. What I didn't tell her however, was in the stillness of the night as I stood outside the bathroom doors waiting for her, I could still hear her pee. It was a silly thought perhaps as I stood there listening to her, but my mind wandering to the obvious fact that she was sitting there, shorts, or pants down around her knees, along with whatever thong she was wearing, as I'd once or twice noticed her wearing one whenever she'd bent over to lift up one of the bankers boxes we worked out of.

I would stand there entertaining myself, wondering what her pussy looked like as I listened to her peeing. Did she shave? Or if she didn't, was her pubic hair dark or actually blonde like her hair? Silly thoughts, and certainly thoughts I'd never in a million years ever admit to having, but they would very often leave me with the beginnings of an erection that I'd often have to mentally fight down before she finished up and came back out.

I heard her flush, heard the sound of the water running, and then she stepped out of the bathroom where I stood waiting for her. The problem was, now I had to pee, the running water triggering my own natural need.

"My turn," I said easily, though the look in her eyes immediately gave me pause. Standing there in the dark, even though we both knew it was perfectly safe, I could still see her worried expression as she nodded her head. I then did something that surprised us both, I took her hand and led her into the men's room. "Come on, you can wait for me inside," I told her. With partitions on either side of the urinals, I knew that Kris wouldn't be able to see anything anyway, though obviously she'd be able to hear me just as easily as I'd been able to hear her even through the door. It didn't bother me however, and she actually looked relieved as she stood just inside the door nearer the sinks waiting for me to finish. I heard her laugh as I stood in front of the urinal, trying to coax myself to pee. I'd never been "pee-shy" before, but then again, I'd never tried peeing while someone, particularly a good looking girl had stood waiting for me either.

"My being here making you nervous?" she asked.

Part of the problem however was that I'd had a bit of an erection just before coming in here, so that had delayed my being able to go for a moment. But now, standing there with my dick out, and the realization she was only a few feet behind me even though I couldn't actually see her at the moment, had given it cause to stiffen a little rather than relaxing enough for me to go ahead and go.

"No, not really," I told her. "Sometimes...it just takes a minute." I continued to stand there with nothing happening, hearing her subtle giggle once again.

"Need some help?" she asked teasingly. Her question didn't shock or surprise me, it was right in line with some of our flirtatious bantering back and forth before, though neither one of us as I'd said had ever acted on anything. Still feeling a bit nervous however, and somewhat embarrassed now as my prolonged delay while standing here merely made things worse, I answered back.

"That's not the kind of help I'd prefer getting," I said following that up with a snicker of my own, though I then heard the movement of her feet coming up from behind me.

"Oh?" she said standing behind me now, I felt her actually pressed up against me as she said that looking over my shoulder. "What else did you have in mind?"

Now I was shocked. This had been about the boldest thing she had ever said or done before. Even more so as my prick was in fact much harder than it should have been, and getting more so as I stood there, especially with her obviously looking down and seeing it as I held it in my hand. It was then that I felt her hand reaching around. I felt myself go weak in the knees as she grasped it, forcing my hand away. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck, it was clearly evident that she was as excited as I was.

"I've always wanted to do this," she said, "but never have."

"What? You've never touched a guy's dick before?" I asked half seriously trying to joke through my shock and nervousness.

"Not that!" she answered back laughing. "Just never held one while a guy was actually trying to pee," she stated. "So...can you?"

"I think you just hit on the problem," I responded. "Trying to pee while a good looking woman's holding onto your dick doesn't make doing that any easier."

"You really think I'm good looking?" she asked still holding my cock. I could tell by the sound of her voice that she wasn't kidding with me this time, she was actually very serious.

"I do yes...always have," I freely admitted, my prick acknowledging that in confirmation, suddenly getting harder than it already was.

She stroked it. Her hand pulling down and then back up along my shaft, I felt the warmth of her palm as it encircled the head of my dick, squeezing it before sliding back down the length of it once again.

"Fuck, Kris!" I said actually reaching up to balance my hands on either side of the privacy partitions. "You're driving me crazy here!" I told her. She laughed at that nervously.

"Well, you're driving me a little crazy here too," she said. "I've thought about you more than once," she now openly confessed. "In fact...I've even gone into the women's room at work once or twice in order to do something about that," she now told me, her inhibitions, if she even really had any, going right out through the window.

"No shit! You have? Really?"

"Yes...really. I know you think I'm this shy, quiet and reserved woman, which at work I've tried to be, at least for the most part anyway. But as you can see...I'm not at all like that. I've been attracted to you for a while now, and I've been wondering, hoping that something might happen that would bring the two of us a little closer together."

"Like sharing a bathroom?" I now asked, giving up on actually trying to pee, and turning towards her. Seconds after that, we stood kissing, deeply, passionately, her hand still holding onto my dick. It was then we both heard the sound of the elevator in use, coming up from the parking garage down below. "Fuck! Darlene's back!"

We still had plenty of time to adjust ourselves. Thank god for the sound of the elevator alerting us, which in the quiet of the night could be very easily heard. We hurriedly walked back to the end of the office where we were working just as the elevators opened and Darlene stepped out carrying our dinner.

"Sorry it took so long," she stated. "They were really busy tonight, I'm wondering if we're not the only one's having to work late!" With that, she handed Kris and I a couple of the bags as we quickly spread things out on the conference table we were working on and prepared to eat.

The fact I still had a hard on, and that Kris was still wearing what I knew to be a very mischievous looking smile on her face, promised to make the rest of the night a very interesting one. The fact of the matter was, I had no idea just how interesting things were really going to get!

All through the meal Kris kept licking her lips or sucking her fingers in what could only be described as a very flirtatious sort of way. I kept glancing at Darlene to see if she was picking up on anything, but it didn't appear that she was, though our conversation soon turned to our social lives, and what if anything we were doing for fun outside of the office. Darlene had even mentioned there was a convention coming up in a few months time, and that it might be fun for the three of us to attend it together, especially after all the extra hard work we'd been putting in. It was an interesting thought, made especially more so as I periodically got winks, licks, and signals from Kris that it could indeed be a lot of fun if we were to actually go.

We finished eating and got back to work. There was still another two hours of work ahead of us at this point. Everything had been sorted down into neat piles by account for billing and invoicing purposes, each stack now totaled up and itemized, which was Kris's job. Handing the stacks back to me, I then took them back into the file room, located the appropriate customer box, and then labeled that month's work, placing them inside. Darlene was doing the same, walking the boxes she was working on back into me where I likewise labeled and then put hers back on the shelves where they were meant to go. 

This normally was my least favorite function of the night whenever we worked late. For one, I didn't spend nearly as much time around Kris as I would have liked, only making periodic trips back and forth from her desk, or from Darlene's back to the file and copy room labeling and putting things away again for the next month's activities. Tonight however, Kris was seeing to it that even that aspect of our infrequent moments together were far more interesting than they ever had been.

We'd sort of started playing a little game, a very erotic, naughty little game. The fact that Kris's desk was just outside of Darlene's office made it even more exciting, a bit more dangerous, adding to the thrill of it all. I had gone over to pick up yet another stack of completed paperwork and stood waiting for Kris to finish up with it. As I stood there, she once again reached over, fondled the still too obvious bulge between my legs for a moment, and then giggled as I walked away back into the storage room with a very prominent tent poking through my pants. I had finished up, gone back, and was treated to a quick fleeting flash of her tits along with that same seductive smile on her face just as Darlene came out of her office heading back to the storage room with a box she'd just completed going through. I followed her immediately of course, though somewhat awkwardly.

Darlene had already dragged over the ladder by the time I entered the room. She looked like she was going to put it up on the shelf herself.

"Here, let me do that for you," I told her. "It's pretty dusty up there, and no sense getting your clothes dirty if you don't have to, that's what I'm here for," I said taking the box from her.

"Thanks," she said smiling back, stepping down. And then I realized that she could quite easily see the still somewhat noticeable bulge in my pants as I stood on the ladder. She was standing off to one side, and as I slid the box into place, looking over towards her, her eyes were looking right at me, or rather right at the obvious. Hurriedly I placed the box, and then began stepping down, as I did, her face came up meeting mine. There was a look in her eyes I had never seen before. And not only that, but I also noticed two very prominent, two very erect hard little nipples now pressing against the very form fitting tank top she was wearing. I knew without any doubt, it certainly wasn't the room. If anything, it was particularly hot in there as it was such a confined space with little or no air circulation reaching it.

"No problem," I said feeling a flush begin to spread across my face, especially as because all I could do was stand there, try to pretend I either didn't know I actually had an erection, or pretend I wasn't aware she hadn't noticed it, which she obviously had. If I moved, or tried using my hands in some way to cover myself, I'd have drawn her attention right back to it. If I said or did nothing, chances are she wouldn't either. And though the damage was already done, I could only hope she wouldn't react to it, or put anything together, in particular that Kris and I had been slowly teasing and torturing one another most of the evening.

"Ah Rob? Would you mind pulling down the Edwards files for me? I'd like to recheck those, go through them again," she then told me. I had no choice but to step back onto the safety ladder, which I did, and then began looking for the box she wanted.

"I don't see it," I said after a moment, once again glancing over and through several labeled boxes.

"You sure? I'm positive it's there," Darlene spoke, and then I felt her place her foot on the ladder as she stood behind me, climbing up in order to see a little better herself. Grasping the railing with one hand for support, she leaned into me for balance, pretending to look, just as I was, and felt the sudden press of her full breasts against the back of my upper thigh. I basically froze in place, not knowing what to do, or if she realized I could feel her pressing into me. That was...until I felt her hand letting go of the railing, now coming to rest on my hip as she stepped up even further.




Overtime



"Sorry, but I'm positive I put it back," she stated again, now standing nearly on top of me. 

"Maybe if I moved out of the way," I stated. The platform I was standing on was just wide enough that two people could stand on it safely enough, especially with the rails running all the way around us. Turning, I allowed her to take the last step in reaching me, which she did, though she seemed to lose her balance in doing that, and reached out in order to keep herself from falling, or in falling into me for that matter. Her action suddenly causing her to throw her arms around my neck, catching herself. If I felt the press of her soft breasts before...I felt them even more so now against my chest. And then suddenly, her hand, resting directly on the hard stiff bulge in my pants!

I couldn't believe any of this was happening! I'd been flirting, getting all worked up with Kris earlier, as she was obviously starting to do with me. And now...here I was, standing on a ladder next to my boss, her hand purposely pressed against the hard stiff bulge in my pants. She leaned forward, her lips coming down on mine, and in the next instant, I was kissing her, hotly, passionately.

The next thing I knew, Darlene had taken my hand in hers, placing it over one of her exquisite breasts. I felt the hard press of her aroused nipple in the palm of my hand, and then found myself gently kneading it, fingers soon locating and actually pulling on it through the material of her thin tank top.

"Maybe I left it in my office after all," she mused finally breaking away. Confused I stood there momentarily as she climbed back down the ladder, though she looked up smiling at me. "You'd better see if Kris has finished," she then informed me. "Then come see me, hopefully I will have found what I'm looking for," she stated and then turned and walked out of the room. I glanced down at myself, thankful I was wearing dark pants, though even then I could feel the spot of moisture, which had seeped through them. Making a hurried adjustment, for all the good that it did, I soon made my way back over to Kris's desk, glancing into Darlene's office as I passed. She sat looking busy however, which threw me a little. Once again Kris smiled upon seeing me.

"Last one," she said almost disappointedly. In the past, once she was finished, she was free to go. I generally hung around only long enough myself to put back the last few boxes for Darlene as she finished up, and then generally left with her. I didn't anticipate anything different happening tonight, though after the incident in the storage room, I now wondered.

It was about that time that Darlene called Kris and I both back into her office. "Kris? I want to rerun the numbers on the Edwards file one more time, see if you come up with the same totals that I did. If you do, then we'll go with that and accept them. Rob? While we're doing that, why don't you go ahead and take out the trash from dinner as well as empty out the trash cans we filled up tonight, we should be through with this by the time you done that and returned," she explained to us both. I soon left her office, straightening the mess we'd left, hauling out the trash to the dumpsters downstairs. I was anxious to return as that might mean I'd be seeing Kris to her car, and from there...who knows. But at the same time, I was also thinking about Darlene and that surprising little encounter we'd had in the storage room. I chalked it off to an inadvertent moment of lust and passion. As she was my boss, I figured that she'd suddenly come to her senses, realized it wasn't something either one of us should have allowed to happen, which explained the sudden abrupt discontinuation of what we'd been doing. But her smile upon leaving hadn't shown any remorse, if anything...I'd gotten the impression that there might be more to come because of it.

Talk about confused. I'd gone from famine to feast in the blink of an eye. I hadn't seen a woman's breasts in months now, let alone touched any. And now I had done both in the span of one evening, not to mention having my cock actually fondled by two different women in one night!

I was still wondering how I was going to deal with both situations on the ride back up the elevator, stepping off and expecting to find Darlene and Kris shutting everything down and preparing to leave. The only light that was still on was the one inside Darlene's office, though I couldn't hear a thing going on, or any conversation taking place. I then assumed they had both gone into the storage room and was about to head in that direction when I spotted something lying on the floor of Darlene's office. I looked, and for a moment couldn't make heads or tails out of it. Walking in, I stooped over retrieving the article, and only then realized it was Kris's blouse that she'd had on!

"What the fuck?" I asked myself, turning. When I did, I then noticed what appeared to be something else just a few feet away down the hallway. I walked over still carrying Kris's blouse, reached down and now retrieved what was obviously Darlene's tank top. "Damn!" I said again, now carrying both items, and looking in the almost near darkness along the floor. Sure enough, there was something else, but it was heading away from the storage room where I thought they must have gone. Instead, it was obvious this trail of clothing that I now realized was being left for me was headed in another direction entirely.

The strange part of all this was, I knew on the one hand something was going on of course, which excited the hell out of me, as evidenced by my once again hardening cock. But I couldn't for the life of me explain reasonably to myself how I had somehow gotten involved in this to the degree that I obviously now was. I honestly had no idea what that specifically meant, or what I was to expect when I finally arrived at wherever it was they were obviously directing me with this trail of discarded clothing that was being left.

By the time I arrived at what I knew now to be the main conference room where all the important meetings were usually held, I saw piled there on the floor in front of the door the balance of whatever clothing hadn't already been discarded. I dumped what I held in my hand on the floor there on top of them, steeled myself for whatever awaited me inside, and turned the knob on the large doublewide doors and stepped in.

Even knowing what I then knew awaited for me inside, I still wasn't prepared for it.

They were both nude of course just as I expected to find them, but what I hadn't expected to find, was the two of them lying on top of the large conference room table with their heads buried between one another's legs. Facing to the side of me as I came in, they both took a moment to look up and smile at me. I'm sure the confused expression on my face asked a thousand questions all at once.

"Surprised?" Kris said giggling.

"That...would be an understatement," I responded somehow managing to find my own voice.

"We've been planning this for over a month now," Kris informed me continuing, though Darlene spoke up as well, finally sitting up as she did so.

"It was actually Kris's idea that we both seduce you," she spoke. "Needless to say Rob, we got together a while back ourselves, and you quite naturally came up in our conversations. We thought it might be nice to include you in our fun little activities, provided you're interested of course," she asked looking at me. "Though by the looks of it...I'd say you are!"

There was no point trying to conceal my erection, especially now. Seeing the two of them together, totally naked, and obviously enjoying one another, something they'd been doing for some time now, I could only stand there and grin stupidly at my good fortune.

"So...you going to join us or not?" Kris asked sliding off the conference table and walking towards me. As she helped me to remove my own clothing, I glanced over towards Darlene. She had taken a seat in one of the plush conference room chairs, spreading herself, resting one leg back up on the table, her hands and fingers busy between her legs. Seeing her sitting there playing with herself the way she was, seemed almost surrealistic, but then again so had coming in and catching the two of them licking one another's cunts too.

"Come back and lay on the table again Kris," Darlene told her, "So I can taste you some more while Rob has a little taste of me!"

She quickly did so, once again laying down, Darlene now standing, leaning over as she went back to work on Kris's sweet pussy with her tongue. Positioned as she was, I slid beneath and between the boss's legs, sitting there, looking up at her pink pouty pussy lips, disbelief that any of this was actually happening still filling my head. But soon I was filling my mouth with Darlene, and nothing after that really mattered any more.

Just listening to my boss moan, and then to Kris as Darlene obviously pleasured her quite satisfactory, especially when her low deep-throated groan and then giggling squeal of delight informed us both that she'd just had an orgasm. At Darlene's direction, we then changed places and positions with me suddenly served up on the table as the focus of both of their attentions. I felt two pairs of hands as well as lips begin to explore, play and drive me to the point of insanity. Knowing that it was not only Kris's tongue lapping away at me, but also the very talented tongue of my own boss doing the same, I could only writhe there in complete bliss as the sensations of their two mouths taking turns with my cock, hands and fingers seemingly everywhere else at once, soon brought me to the very brink far sooner than I had expected. I was almost embarrassed at the too soon ecstasy that was threatening to erupt, warning them immediately, hoping for a bit of a reprieve in delaying the inevitable. But apparently, they had no intention of allowing that, and if anything, suddenly doubling their efforts, literally.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" I announced, wondering upon having said that just what to expect. I knew personally as horny as I was, that whenever I was...like this, I usually blew an amazing load. And this time was no exception either. I knew it the moment the first gigantic mind-blowing squirt left the end of my prick that I was going to shower the two of them with several streamers of spunk, wondering what they'd think when I did, how they'd react, and more importantly, what they would do with it as I did. I had to fight to literally keep my eyes open while I watched them. 

There's something to be said about the almost obscene, pure erotic sensation of seeing two women kneeling over your prick while its squirts, fighting over, though actually sharing, each and every pulsating, liquefied expression of my own personal pleasure. In a way, it was almost like having an out of body experience. On the one hand, I was feeling every delicious sensation that was happening, and on the other, it was as though I was standing off to one side just watching it, enjoying it, and taking it all in.

Watching Darlene as she fed my cock to Kris, sucking down and swallowing a nice hard-felt spurt, and then seeing her quickly giving it back to Darlene, who then did the same was incredibly erotic. In addition to that, they got playful, holding it and pointing it at one another, great plumes of white frothy cream still exploding as they aimed it at one another's tits, seeing my spunk splashing against the two of them, still milking out whatever remnants remained of my spending long after the last furious pulsations had ended. Kneeling to either side of me, I lay there still mesmerized as two sets of nice soft breasts mashed against one another, my cock somehow, and somewhere smothered between. I was still slick with the rich creamy goo, titties now rubbing against one another, smearing whatever remained back and forth against themselves. Quite naturally I soon extricated myself from between them again, taking the seat that Darlene had so recently vacated. 

I now watched as they positioned themselves just enough that they could suck, lick and fondle one another's breasts simultaneously. Licking the cream I'd just given them off of one another's tits, lapping away at one another like two cats after warm milk.

I was amazed as I sat there watching them do that, when my cock suddenly began stirring again, and so soon after having just spurt out one massive load! But then again, it wasn't every day that you saw two women so playfully devouring one another either, especially when one of them was your very attractive looking boss, and the other was a sweet sexy totally uninhibited younger woman who was at that very moment, sucking Darlene's tits like a hungry baby.

"He's stiff again," Kris, giggled looking over towards me as I sat there unabashedly fondling my dick at this point, taking delight in the fact I could do so, so openly watching the two of them together.

"One of the things I love about younger men," Darlene smiled, "Their amazing resiliency, especially when you give them something to think about," she added. "Now, how about you come over here and give me a lick or two," she asked.

I was only too happy to oblige. 

Darlene now lay on her back drawing her knees up towards her chest presenting me with a nice pink plate of pussy pie. 

(Author's note: Trying saying that fast three times with a mouth full of pink...women love it!)

As I leaned over the table lapping away at that succulent sweet split, I felt Kris walk up from behind me, her hand immediately coming around to grasp my fully hard cock, stroking me from behind, her sweet soft tits pressing against my back. I then felt her straddle one leg, the moisture of her creamy cunt slithering up and down against me. As she stroked me, she humped herself against me, my tongue of course continuing to plow through the furrow of Darlene's pussy, her lubrications suddenly escalating the closer and closer she got to her own orgasm. Likewise, Kris too seemed to be hovering on the edge, now bringing herself off against my leg. I would never again look at a dog's doing that in the same light ever again. Feeling Kris as she slid up and down against me, one leg now wrapped around mine entwined, her hand flying up and down the length of my shaft in time with that, was an amazing sensation on top of already mind-blowing, amazing sensations.

There was no warning, it wasn't necessary anyway...I knew seconds before she actually came she was about to simply by the vulnerable, crazy screwed up look in my bosses face. It's a very strange moment, which is why perhaps most of us don't care to look at ourselves in a mirror when we climax. In many ways, the features on our face turn into almost unrecognizable portraits of ourselves at that most inopportune time. Darlene was no different, her eyes suddenly glazing over, her mouth turning into a teeth bearing grimace that looked more pain than pleasure. Her nostrils flaring, her cheeks suddenly turning red, almost purple. And in the next instant, her cunt turned into liquid nearly drowning me in the process. It wasn't so much a stream or a squirt, as it was a cascading gush of female fluid. Sort of like watching a rapid rise in a river when the dams burst far up above it. I mean she was already wet, leaking like crazy, the essence of her sweetness I'd already been lapping up and drinking down as quickly as I found it, as she produced it. But when the river rose...all I could do was open my mouth and let it pour in. Like I said, nearly drowning in the process, but I'd have died happy right then and there if I had done.

In the meantime, Kris was still vibrating like a washing machine gone wild against my leg. Her hand damn near tearing my cock off at the root as she held onto it like it was the on and off switch or something, thrusting herself violently now against me, screaming and shouting out unintelligible obscenities, though every other word or so was one I could actually understand, like fuck, cock, cunt, though I think a lot of the others where a continued mixture of those three all run together, making up new words the way they sounded as she stood there and came.

Talk about ironic. Both women were spent, and there I was, now sporting a nice hard swollen erection. Who'd have thought? Several minutes passed as the two of them gradually collected themselves. When Darlene had, she sat up.

"Come on, let's go get the stuff," she said smiling speaking to Kris. We quickly straightened up the conference room leaving no signs of evidence behind, though the table did appear to have a nice polished sheen to it now when we left.

"Stuff?" I wondered, not actually asking the question, but finding myself following behind as the two of them left the conference room, snatching up the pile of clothing as they did. In moments we had all reached the elevator. As neither of them had dressed, I could only wonder in mild curiosity as to where we were going, and what on earth was going to happen next. Darleen pushed the button for what was the parking level garage below us, and then headed off towards her car with Kris and I following, still in the nude, carrying our own "stuff", as we did. Upon reaching her car, she opened the trunk, handing several quilted blankets, a few pillows, two bottles of wine, cheese, and some wine glasses for us to carry. Darleen then pulled out what appeared to be an overnight satchel with what was obviously a change of clothes in it, and then shut her trunk once again, heading back towards the elevators.

When we got inside, this time she inserted a key, pressed what was the "roof" floor button. Obviously, only those who had a key could get the elevator to accept that particular destination. As we headed up, Darleen turned towards us smiling.

"One of the perks of management around here," she said slyly. And I noticed by Kris's bemused expression, this was new to her as well. Moments later the elevator stopped, the doors opened, and we walked out into what was a very ritzy looking piece of paradise.

Everywhere you looked there were planted flowers growing in abundance, it almost looked like a tropical paradise the way it was laid out. In the midst of which were a few lounge chairs, tables where the "management" obviously came up to relax and get away from it all, though Darlene then said they'd been coming up here more often than not for their meetings rather than spending it inside the stuffy conference room when it was too nice outside to do otherwise.

We quickly made a space amongst the chairs and tables, laying down several layers of the thick padded quilts as Darlene opened a bottle of wine, pouring everyone a drink. We then sat enjoying the soft cool gentle breeze of the night, stars twinkling in the night sky above us. I was almost as mesmerized by all this as I was at seeing the two of them sitting there, still beautifully and wonderfully naked, reminding me there was obviously a lot more yet to come.

"Think you can handle two women?" Darlene asked hopefully as they positioned themselves side by side on the bed we'd created. I never really had before no...but I was about to find out. In seconds I was balls deep inside Kris's sweet, tight little cunt, thrusting slowly and easily in and out of her while Darlene rolled over, fondling her breasts until it was her turn, then Kris did the same thing to her while I slid in and out of her still very wet, slippery cunt. I was needless to say...in heaven. And with the dark night, the twinkling stars far up over our heads, it damn near felt like that too.

Eventually is just became easier for me to roll over onto my back, Darlene once again straddling my face, as Kris mounted my cock. It was glorious just laying there, gathering my boss's aroused hard little clit into my mouth, sucking and licking it, while Kris in turn bounced happily up and down on my prick. I could only sense what the two of them were doing to one another above me, but even that just seemed to heighten my own arousal even more as they did.




Overtime



Weirdly, hearing Kris cry out into the stillness of the night, had me wondering for a moment if someone far down on the street below us had heard anything. There wasn't a full moon, and she certainly didn't sound like a howling dog either...but I had to grin as she literally exploded and sung out at the top of her lungs when she did. Darlene wasn't far behind her either, though she once again came far more quietly in her own unique little way. She didn't quite drown me this time either, maybe like me it took a while to produce that much juice again, but even then I got a nice little trickle of her sweet sauce as she came, and as Kris in turn then sucked out whatever I had of mine.

This time I really was exhausted, as were we all. We sat, had another shared wine together along with some cheese. After that, I was ready to pass out, not from intoxication, but from dire need of sleep and not looking at all forward to having to get dressed and go home.

It was then that Darlene reached into her little bag, produced an alarm clock, set that...and then patted the makeshift bag in the empty space next to her. Grinning from ear to ear, I quickly joined her placing myself in the middle as Kris then crawled in next to me on the other side. We lay there looking up at the stars together in silence. Just before I drifted off to sleep however, Darlene did speak once again.

"Tomorrow...we'll finish up with the N's through the Z's, which shouldn't take us nearly as long to finish up with," she stated. "Then maybe we'll come back up here again directly," she sighed contentedly. "Oh...just one more thing, just because you're spending the night at work, don't think for a single moment I'm paying the two of you over time."

Hell, after all this...I'd have gladly worked for free!



Overtime



Seven thirty, and I was nowhere near ready to go home. No, that's not true; I was ready to go home at five, but a temperamental computer decided to eat every file that I'd created since I started that morning. And with deadlines as tight as they are at work, I couldn't afford to leave until the whole job was re-done. Luckily, I wasn't there alone. Ian was with me. And why not? It was his ass on the line, too, if we didn't finish this project quickly. And what a cute ass it was, too! Oh, I couldn't afford to think like that! For one thing, we had a lot of work to do. For another, we were co-workers, and office romances never work! Right? Sigh.

It was Ian who showed me the ropes when I first started at this job, three months earlier. He's such a pretty man! I know, most guys don't like being called "pretty". But what better way to describe Ian? He's a couple of inches shorter than my five eight, and his jet-black hair is always in need of a trim. With a slender, muscular body, dark olive skin, and eyes as black as night, he has a way of making me melt with a sideways glance. I swear, every time I look at him, I get wet! And he's so sweet. He always has nice things to say to people, and really knows how to make me feel beautiful with a casual compliment. That's something Barry, my ex-husband, never knew how to do. As soon as I hit 140 pounds, I was his "chubby little sausage". By 150, I showed him the door.

I don't bother looking at the scale anymore. Ian and my mirror both tell me that I'm lovely, and I think I'll believe them. As I said, I'm five eight, and full-figured, with large bouncy breasts, wide sexy hips, and curves from here to Sunday afternoon! My auburn hair frames a pretty face, with full pouty lips, and sweeps down to my mid-back, and I've been known to melt a few hearts with my emerald green eyes.

Ian walked into my cubicle with two cups of Cappuccino, and a box of blank CDs, "just in case," he said. Good thinking. Sipping my coffee, I proceeded to make back-ups of the files that we'd redone so far. If the computer decided it was still hungry, we wouldn't have to start from scratch.

By ten o'clock, we were putting the finishing touches on the project, and my back was aching like nobody's business. I let Ian know this with a groan.

"You need a backrub?" he asked, and I nodded vigorously (which didn't help matters at all). 

Instructing me to sit in my chair backwards, he gently kneaded my sore muscles. Oh, his fingers were magic! And soon, he had every kink worked out of my back. "Mmm, that feels wonderful, Ian," I said wistfully. "If you fuck half this well, you're welcome in my bed." Oh, God, I still can't believe I said that! I must have been blushing furiously. "Um. I mean... You give a good backrub." I said lamely. "Egad, look at the time." But it was out there now, wasn't it? I'd actually invited Ian to fuck me! And while I didn't exactly intend to say it, I cannot tell you that I didn't mean it.

I turned to look at Ian over my shoulder, and I'll be damned if he wasn't blushing, too! "If I didn't know you were teasing, I'd take you up on that, Ginny," he said with an embarrassed grin. Turning my chair around to face him, I took Ian's hand, and shaking like a leaf, I pressed it to my lips for a small kiss. I was still trembling when Ian pulled me to my feet; trembling with desire. And my panties were instantly soaked when he kissed my lips for the first time. Softly he kissed my parted lips, and I wrapped my arms around him. What started as a tentative, fearful kiss exploded into a shower of sparks, and lust, and heat, and soon we were kissing hard, winding our tongues together, and holding each other so tight that I thought we'd fuse.

Ending our kiss, Ian moved his lips to my throat, and kissed it passionately. I moaned as his hands got closer and closer to my round fleshy buttocks, and I whispered hotly, "Touch me, Ian. Undress me. Make me yours!" Or some such nonsense that never sounds quite as silly when you are ready to be fucked. And, God above, I was ready!

"I've wanted to love you from the moment I saw you, Ginny," he answered, his hot breath in my ear. He nibbled my lobe, which sent shivers down my spine.

"Then we should have done this a long time ago," I answered, and then I took his hands, and moved them to my tits. Gently squeezing my full breasts, Ian kissed me deep on the mouth again, and then started to unbutton my blouse. He undressed me slowly, igniting new fires in my body with each kiss he placed on my already burning skin. In due course, he had me stripped down to my underwear; a lacy pink underwire bra and lace-trimmed pink satin bikini panties. Leaving them on me for now, Ian continued to explore my body with his lips, his teeth, and his tongue. He seemed to know instinctively where my most secret pleasure points were, without having to look at a map, or ask directions. With my moans as his only guide, he toured my entire body, leaving nothing untouched, and soon, X marks the spot, he found the hidden treasure between my silken thighs. Kissing my clit through my satin panties, he sent wave after wave of ecstasy through my body, and my knees were getting weak. Practically falling back into my chair, I moaned incoherently, and gripped Ian's shaggy head of hair, pressing my panty-clad pussy against his face. Then Ian pulled my panties to one side, and MMmmmmm, I felt his tongue on my quivering pussy lips, and Ohhhhh, he slipped it between them, and Aaaaahh, over my clit!

If there was anyone else in the building, I'm certain they would have known that we were there, and exactly what we were doing, because by the time I hit my first peak, I was screaming Ian's name at the top of my lungs. Lapping up my cum like a man dying of thirst, he kept licking me through my orgasm, and in no time, I was cumming again, and he kept on licking! His tireless, expert tongue managed to bring me off I don't know how many times; more times than I'd ever cum in a single week, let alone a single night of lovemaking! And now, I wanted to return the favor.

Pushing his head away from my still-throbbing cunt, I gave him a long, lingering kiss, and tasted my own love-juices on his tongue and lips. I pushed him away again, and told him to stand up, then I undid his belt, unzipped him, and helped him step out of his pants, while he removed his shirt. Barely containing his engorged manhood was a lovely little pair of black bikini briefs. I kissed his cock through them, and felt it twitch underneath. Kneeling on the floor behind him, I slowly peeled down his sexy undies, and kissed the cute little ass that I'd been admiring from afar for three long months. Turning around to face me again, he smiled down at me. I smiled back, and then turned my attention to his rock hard cock. It was so beautiful. I planted a tiny kiss on the very tip, and it jumped. I caressed it with my fingers, just marveling at its hardness. Gently cupping his balls in my hand, I wrapped my lips around the head, and took it slowly into my mouth. Slowly, I drew it back out again, flicking my tongue quickly over the shaft as I did so, and he moaned lustily. Before that moment, I'd never really enjoyed sucking cock. Not that I'd refuse to go down on my lover; I'd do it, but only because it was expected, or demanded. This was different. I'd actually wanted to suck his cock, and I was really enjoying it! It was as if with every moan that I coaxed from Ian's lips, he was expressing my pleasure. I could almost feel what he was feeling! And God, I was good! I sucked his cock expertly, and I encouraged him by pulling on his hips, to fuck my mouth. Breathing heavily, and through lusty moans of excitement, Ian warned me that he was about to cum. I guess he thought I was going to stop sucking him, and maybe finish him off with my hands. And in the past, that is just what I might have done, but not this time. I wanted Ian to cum in my mouth. I wanted to eat his cum. I wanted to swallow every drop! So, I just kept sucking his dick, and sucking it, until he had no choice but to shoot his hot load deep down my throat. I lost not a drop of his cum, and oh, it tasted so good. So sweet.

Getting up on my feet, I hugged Ian tight, pressing his nude body against my nearly nude body. Looking right through my eyes to my very soul, Ian kissed me, deeply - not caring that he'd just cum in my mouth. No man had ever done that before; everyone I'd ever been with acted like he'd rather eat week-old chili, than kiss me after I'd just sucked his cock. Is it any wonder I never enjoyed it before? But Ian kissed me, because he wanted to kiss me.

I thought that that would be it - that we'd both cum, and we were done for the night. That we'd get dressed, and say our goodnights, and then tomorrow, who knows? More fool me. Ian was far from being done! He kept on kissing me, and getting me hot again, and I could feel his cock, still hard, pressing against my thigh. Backing up, I leaned against my desk, and wrapped my legs around Ian's waist. Grinding my pussy against his cock, I ached to feel it inside me. "Oh, God Ian, fuck me!" I said, feeling like a slut and loving it. "I want you to fuck me hard!"

Ever eager to please, Ian pulled my panties down, slipped them off of me, and threw them on the floor, while I removed my brassiere. And just as my bra joined my panties on the tile, Ian's cock slipped easily into my cunt. Leaning back, and using my computer for support, I opened myself wide for my perfect lover, and he fucked me deftly. With his lips, tongue and teeth on my hard, sensitive nipples, Ian fucked me slowly and gently, and made me moan in sheer ecstatic bliss. I held his face close to my bosom, thoroughly enjoying his attentions, while I rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts with my own. Then I felt his fingers on my clit, and this delicious combination of oral, manual, and coital stimulation sent me through the roof of the office building, and I screamed his name again, along with several more lusty declarations of rapture, as another wave of pleasure ripped through my body. My flesh was on fire with need, and I was shaking and quivering as Ian made me cum again and again. Some 'sex-perts', who write big hardcover books on the subject, will tell you that everyone is responsible for his or her own orgasms, but I'm telling you that I could not have done this without Ian. He made me cum, and I had no will to defy him!

I not only lost count of how many orgasms Ian gave me, I nearly blacked out. Colors swirled around in my mind, and I collapsed against his beautiful body. And when I was aware of time and space again, I noticed that Ian's dick was still as hard as a Greek statue! I knew what had to be done.

Getting up off of my desk, I told Ian to take my place, which he did. Then I pulled my chair up, and sat in front of him. Moving in close, I pressed my massive boobs on either side of Ian's hardness. It was still wet with my pussy-juice, and it felt all nice and slippery between my tits. Ian fucked my tits gently, while I held them to either side of his cock with my hands, and each time his cock peeked up from between them, I gave it a friendly flick with my tongue. Soon, he was moaning, his body quaking violently, and with a mighty bellow, he spurted gobs of his thick hot goo all over my tits. Using his softening cock like a paintbrush, I smeared his cum into my boobs, and over my nipples, and Ian sighed contentedly.

Ian held me in his strong arms for I don't know how long, but eventually, it was time to go. We made sure that our work was done, and actually did that double-check before either of us bothered to get dressed. It was nice, just being naked with him. Afterwards we straightened up the cubicle, got dressed, and locked up. Ian walked me to my car, and we exchanged phone numbers, before kissing goodnight, and going our separate ways.

God, what a lovely night.

We've kept things pretty cool at the office since that late night, but we have our moments alone, where we give each other a knowing look, or a loving touch. Outside the office, on the other hand, is a whole different story. We see each other every chance we get. And I've never felt so loved. So alive!



Overtime



We had only been officially dating for about two weeks, but we'd been circling around each other for months in advance. Never sure, never committing, just flirting and giving glances across the room. I'd "accidentally" flash you when I got out of the shower, you'd "accidentally" leave your door open a crack when you masturbated. And even though we'd been dating for those two weeks, we'd still barely touched. Oh, you'd touch me, but you'd never let me return the favor.

Do you know how frustrating that was?

To always know you were there, to want to put my hands on you, to never trust myself? The one time you let me, you pinned me up against the refrigerator and plunged your hands into my pants. Just before I came, I slid down between your body and the cold metal sides of the fridge, and put myself at eye-level with your cock. I think I more surprised you than you let me touch you, because before I could get your zip all the way down, you'd pulled away.

But that was a week and a half ago, and I still hadn't gotten any further with you. You'd spread me out on the bed and fingered me until I came, but I still had no notion of what you had going on than the first day we kissed. Most girls would dream of this scenario: a guy who only gives them pleasure, and never asks for anything in return. I'm not most girls. I'd lay in bed at night dreaming of what I could do to you, wondering what it would take.

This Saturday, you got a call that you needed to go into the office for a few hours, and since we were set for a date that evening, I just tagged along. We agreed we'd just go straight to the movies afterward. You planted me at a computer, told me that your office didn't have a firewall so I didn't need to worry myself about what sites I looked at, and you disappeared into the depths of the warehouse. That was the first time I discovered Literotica. And I was hooked.

I don't remember what all I looked at that day, but I do remember periodically popping my head up to look out the window to see if you were there, because I didn't want to get caught touching myself. I must have come four or five times before you finally emerged—after only about 20 minutes.

You stopped behind me, to see what I was doing, and I wasn't quite quick enough to close the window. You put your hand over mine, to halt my desperate clicking of the mouse, and just started reading. It only took you a few seconds to get the gist, and you waggled your eyebrows at me, pinched my nipple, and wandered off into the other office to get started on that paperwork.

What, I thought, does it take to get his attention?! Determined, I stood up, smoothed my skirt in back and discovered the fabric was damp. I checked the office chair, to see if I'd left any telltale signs of my activities—nothing to worry about. I walked over to where you were, and you were clueless. You looked up, vacantly, patted me on the hand, and went back to reading a document. I'm pretty sure you weren't snubbing me, but it certainly felt like it.

I spun your chair around, knelt in front of you, and attacked the front of your pants. Nope, you weren't nearly as unaffected as you pretended. You were incredibly hard, and there was a spot on the front of your jeans. I looked up, grinning, as you babbled some protest I didn't bother listening to. I clamped my hands down on yours over the arms of the chair, and informed you that I'd stop if you really wanted me to, but I wanted my mouth on you, and I was not willing to wait any longer.

You blinked owlishly at me, mouth slightly open, panting, and finally, finally whispered what I wanted to hear: "Okay".

I opened your fly, and saw your cock for the first time. I had only seen two or three before, even in health class, so I explored for a while first. It jerked a little with your pulse, and when I touched it, a little drop of precum gleamed on the crown. The skin was incredibly silky, like nothing I'd ever felt before. You had a small bend to the shaft, going just slightly to the right. You were babbling incoherently, at just this much contact.

God, that was hot.

I stopped touching you, until you looked down at me. I held your eye as I ever so slowly lowered my mouth onto your cock. Your pupils had dilated until your eyes were nearly black, and you were sweating. You looked so...shocked and desperate and aroused, and that only got me hotter. Wetter. More eager.

Your hips shoved upward as I opened my lips, and my first taste of your cock was you tunneling into my throat. It only took a few seconds before you came, and you gasped your apologies to me. I just kept my hand on your dick until you calmed down. You were already hard again. I asked you if I could keep going, even if you didn't come, and you were back to being incoherent.

I took that as a yes, and licked you. I tilted the head onto my tongue, and ever so slowly slid down, until my lips were firmly sealed against the root of your cock, your balls resting against my chin. I didn't learn until later that doing that was particularly impressive—I just wanted as much of you as I could get, and I wanted it all at once. I was whimpering myself as I slid up until just the head was in my mouth. I lashed my tongue back and forth, trying to figure out what made you make the most noise. I wrapped my hand around the rest, squeezing and rolling my fingers.

I'd just found a particularly good spot to pay attention to when the phone rang. You made a strangled noise, dug your hands into my hair, and pulled me off of you to tell me that it was your boss and you had to answer it. I sat back, feeling pleased with myself, looking at you trying to muster the coordination to pick up the phone, looking at your cock still bobbing for attention.

When your boss was finally on the line, I could actually hear him through the phone. Loud man, your boss. He asked what had taken so long for you to pick up, and I smiled to myself as you stammered some bullshit explanation. He grunted, but seemed to accept it. I waited for you to get off the phone, but after a few minutes, I could tell this was going to be a while. You kept your fingers tangled in my hair, and all I could think was that you'd told me to entertain myself. So I did. There you were, you poor guy, getting your first blowjob while trying to field questions from your boss. 

I didn't hold back, either. I did everything I could, to get you to come. I had a lot of fun doing it, too. You started to sound hoarse, your answers got more and more clipped, and you had to pull the phone away from your mouth because you were panting. Eventually, you hung up, and you simultaneously shoved my head down onto your cock, coming instantly.

Your taste filled my mouth, salty, bitter, tangy. You tasted like desperation and desire. Your legs were shaking, and you came for what seemed like forever. I know, I know, the books all say a guy doesn't come all that much at once, but I think you did that day. I had to swallow, again and again, and some still stayed on my lips.

I waited until you were able to look at me again, and very deliberately licked my lips, so you could see it. You groaned out a thank you, still breathless. I smiled, stood up, and kissed you gently. I whispered that you should get back to work, and I walked away. 



Overtime



I've been working at a dentist's office since I was 17, progressing from a position of an assistant to now office manager. It's a small office, just 4 employees, including the doctor, an assistant, receptionist and myself. Over the years, I've seen lot of receptionists come and go, but the rest of the staff has been just that. A bit more about myself, I'm now 25, which puts me 8 years at this job and I enjoy it. I'm 6'2" about 180lbs, good build (not "lean", nor "Fat"), although I could lose a few pounds and get in better shape. I believe I'm a hard worker, and usually put in lot of extra time to get work done. 

This story takes place about a year and half ago. We had a young receptionist who had graduated high school and was saving some money for college. She was small, about 5'4" or so, in slim perfect shape, and still striving to be in better shape. She had a warm face with hazel eyes and golden brown hair. Her lips were just perfect, not too big, nor too small. She always wore yoga pants, and they shaped to her perfect ass, thighs and legs. She didn't have much in upper area, with 32Bs, but for her shape, they were proportional. The moment I saw her when she came in for interview, I wanted her. The look in her eyes was a mixture of innocence, mysteriousness and a dash of naughtiness. The innocent look in her eyes was what made my heart race. She was the ideal girl. The girl who I had dreamt of, the girl who measured so close to my description of a "Perfect" girl. I wanted her on the patient bed, on my desk, on my boss's desk. I wanted to bend her over and go to town, licking her, biting her, sucking her nipples. I wanted her in every position, and wanted to do so many things to her.

Fast forward few months, and we get along fine. We started talking about our personal lives, relationships, and at times hints of sex life. Listening to her stories about her guy friends hitting on her and wanting her made me jealous. She was persistent that she didn't want to give up her virginity just yet. I don't know if I believed her, especially her being such a hottie, I was certain someone would have taken her "v-card" already. She insisted she was still a virgin. I looked up her file and realized she was turning 19 in few weeks. Now thinking she was 18, virgin and so hot, I wanted her even more than ever.

One night before closing the office, she asked if her ass looked weird in these new yoga pants. She literally lifted up her shirt, exposing her flat stomach and her ass covered with stretchy fabric. This showed off the perfect shape of her ass and thighs even though they were covered by the thin fabric. I instantly got a boner, and scooted under my desk so she wouldn't notice. I complimented on her fit body, nice ass and the new yoga pants. 

"Thanks!" she said, dropping her shirt and walking away.

"You are such a tease, you know that!" I replied as she walks away.

"I know, and all my guy friends hate me for that." She responded.

"Slut!" I said immediately.

"What was that for? I haven't done anything" 

"You tease guys, give them boners, and are saying you haven't done anything?"

"Haha, sorry" She left the office.

"Hold up, I'm done too" I yelled, and she waited by the door.

We both left together. I walked her to the car and playfully slapped her ass as she opened the door.

"That's what you get for being such a tease" I said walking away and getting in my car.

We both parted our ways.

A few days went by, and once again we were closing. I was finishing up last minute things as she's putting stuff away.

"Didn't buy anything new?" I said, hoping for another hot tease/show.

"I did, but can't show you" Was her response as she closed the cabinet.

"Oh come on, you showed me your ass cupped in yoga pants with me sitting two feet away, with full frontal view as well"

"Ha, that was the outer clothing; "something new" is below that"

"Damn, I should get a closer look then" I got up and came around my table to the front. Leaning on the table, I snapped my fingers as I laughed.

"You are soo stubborn, I hate you" She responded as she walked towards me.

She moved closer and moved her shirt over a bit revealing a hot pink bra. 

"Nice color choice...ooh...it's lacy too" I responded.

"So is the matching thong!" She replied quickly.

"Let's see then" I'm excited for the next hot view.

She pulled down her yoga pants partially revealing hot pink laced thong. As she pulled up her yoga pants, I stopped her.

"Let me get a good look at least" I moved her to the desk, lifting her up and sitting her on my desk.

She obliged, and pulled them back down giving me a good view. I saw the thong was a bit wet and move in between her legs. I put my hands on her thighs and whispered in her ear "am I making you hot?"

"mmhmm" she responded without opening her mouth.

I started rubbing her thighs, up and down and whispered once again "do you want more?"

"mmhmm" she responded just as before. 

I moved my hands under her thighs and lifted her up. She straddled me at the hip, and our lips met for the first time. And immediately the fire of passion started burning. Her legs wrapped around me, my hands were now on her ass, squeezing it. Our lips locked, tongues licking and our eyes closed, lost in the moment.

She opened her eyes, broke the kiss and stood still in front of me. I moved closer, and she moved a step back. 

"Are you ok babe?" I asked.

She moved in closer, looks up at me and whispered, "I want to lose it. I want to lose my virginity. To you. I want to lose it right now."

Hearing this brought a smile to my lips. My heart was pounding, my mind racing, thinking of things I wanted to do to her. I moved the papers off from my desk to the side. She got on the desk, facing me and opened her legs and arms, welcoming me. Once again, the lips met, the tongues tasted each other, the hands frisked each other's bodies with our hearts pounding.

I moveed my hands down to her shirt, lifting it up and removing it. Seeing her soft skin, a pair of soft tits held in a bright pink bra. The lace made the bra somewhat see-thru, exposed her hard nipples. I moved my hands up her back, to her neck as I kiss her. Breaking the kiss, I moved my hand down to her shoulders and removed the straps holding the bra in place. Moving my hands further down, I pushed the bra down and expose her puffy tits with hardened nipples. 

She moved her head to kiss me, and as our lips met, she could see my hunger for her in my eyes. Recognizing someone wanting her so damn much, she started kissing furiously. Moaning in my mouth, I squeezed her perfectly shaped tits, pinching the nipples. 

I broke the kiss, and moved down to kiss her neck. Kissing all over her neck, some soft and light kisses, while others hard and violent, left marks as I went. Marking my territory, telling her she belongs to me as I went down further. Kissing her down her neck to her welcoming tits. Sucking on her nipples, kissing her boobs, leaving marks, biting her nipples, I left my marks on her body.

She moaned as I kissed her, bit her and licked her. Every moan louder than last, until my tongue started circling her nipples. She moaned loud enough to wake the dead. Knowing her weakness, I continued circling her nipples, switching between left and right, sucking her nipples in between as my hands rubbed her back. 

I lied her back on the desk as I kissed down to her belly button, and down further until I reached the bright pink laced thong. I continued kissing her around the thong as I removed her yoga pants, down to her ankles and then off along with her shoes. Looking at the yoga pants, thinking, possibly a size too small for her, but it stretches so good that it's perfect on her. 

There she is! The girl who I've been longing for. Laying back on my desk in my office. Completely naked, with the exception of the bright pink thong. 

I moved back into position kissing her right where her body meets the waistline of the thong. Kissing her, moving down as I kissed her on the thong, moving further down to the wet spot on her thong. Pushing my lips on it, I pushed harder. She knew what's next and motioned to remove her thong. I ignored her motion to remove the thong and slid it to the side, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy. Not a single hair on it, and the lips swollen, wet and juicy. 

Moving my lips down, I kissed her swollen pussy lips. Her legs tensed, her back arched, her hands stiffened holding the table, her feet curled, all at the sensation of a kiss. Slowly, circling her dripping wet virgin pussy with my tongue, I moved my hands up her body to her tits, squeezing them hard. She moaned loudly, and just as she moaned, I moved my tongue between her hot, juicy, wet pussy lips. Pushing it a bit inside and she moaned yet again. Louder than before, her neck stiffened, her head lifted and her eyes piercing at me. "She's had enough teasing for now," I thought as I winked at her looking up. 

I moved my head in closer, tongue ready to assault her virgin pussy, ready to lick her wet juices flowing out; I pushed my lips on hers and moved my tongue inside her. Slowly licking and going deeper. Lost in my own world, I heard her screaming and moaning in pleasure. Her legs squeezed my head in, wanting more and more, I fucked her with my tongue. Pushing in and out, licking up and down every chance I got. Lips pushed on her lips and she screams, tightening her grip on my head. A few more screams and a flow of sweet hot juices flowed out of her, and into my mouth. Her deliciousness in my mouth. All I could think of is how lucky I am right now.

I left her wet pussy and stood up between her legs. Leaning over her, I kissed her lips, sharing her juices with her. She grabbed my head and pulled into her. Her tongue going wild, licking everywhere, taking her juices back from me. Driving me wild as the thought of her licking out her pussy juices from mouth ran through my head. My cock stiffened even more in my pants, a huge bulge formed, rubbing against her inner thighs and her pussy. She slowly broke the kiss, and licked my lips and my chin. 

And whispered "Please fuck me. Make me yours. Take my virginity. Please."

She leans forward, on her elbows and unbuttoned my pants, unzips them and pushed them down, or at least attempted. My raging boner was stiff and was holding my boxers up with quite a bit of force. I pushed my boxers down, and my cock sprung out. Looking straight at her, it's ready to penetrate her virgin pussy. She looked directly at it, wanting it more than ever. She moved her hand and held it softly. Closing her eyes, I could see she's thinking how it would feel insider her. Her pussy was still oozing juices from previous orgasm. 

She grabbed my hard stiff cock, and pulled me in closer. I moved my hand to her face, ran my fingers thru her hair and leaned forward for a kiss. My cock, now freed from the fabric which held it under covers, touched her pussy lightly. Her body jerked, and goose bumps rose all over her body. 

"It will hurt a bit. I know you can take some pain, but if it is too much, just say so. Ok?" 

She didn't say anything, but nodded. 

I stood back up, between her legs, ready to enter heaven. A virgin 18yr old pussy available for me to pleasure myself, a hot young fit girl wanting me to take her virginity, and I could hold no longer. 

I moved in, and positioned my cock on her pussy lips. She jerked again. I whispered, "are you ready baby?"

"mmhmm" is all I got back. 

Grabbing my cock, I positioned it between her lips. Rubbing her pussy up and down between her juicy lips. I saw her stiffen up, and moved my hands on her body. Rubbing her tits, and then her neck and face, I whispered "relax baby. loosen up your body."

She obeyed and loosens up, but not fully. I slowly pushed my cock in her wet pussy. Thanks to her still oozing pussy, I could slide in easier. Slowly, but surely I entered her pussy. Just the cockhead, and saw her stiffen up a bit more. "Relax babe", I rubbed her face lightly, and moved her hair back. She smiled and loosened up. I leaned over and kissed her. "That's my baby girl"

Slowly, I inserted more and more of my cock inside. Feeling her pussy so tight, wrapped around my cock, I pushed in more. I'm was halfway there, and could see she's in a bit of pain. I slowly backed out, just leaving my cockhead inside her, and pushed back in again. Not pushing any further than last time, I started going in and out of her. I could feel temperature rising within her. Her eyes closed, bottom lip between her teeth, and moans escaped her mouth with each trust. Slowly building rhythm, going faster and deeper than last thrust. 

Her body stiffened up and she moaned loudly. I could feel her juices escaping with each thrust. I continued fucking her as she cums. Her hand positioned at my chest, asked me to stop or slow down and I followed her request to stop. My cock was half way buried in her pussy, I leaned over and kissed her. Leaned over, I pushed more and more of my cock inside her. She gasped within the kiss and moaned in my mouth. I moved my hands under her back and grabbed her shoulders from behind. 

Kissing her neck, I started fucking her not so virgin pussy again. Going deeper every thrust and almost all the way inside her. My balls slapped her wet ass with juices flowing from her pussy. I quickened my pace, and start drilling her pussy faster. She moaned louder with every thrust. She moved her hand down to my cock and felt it as it slid in and out of her pussy. Cupping it underneath, trapping the juices flowing out of her pussy, she took the juices to her mouth. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, leaning lower, licked her nipples. I could feel her stiffening again. I went faster and harder. Going deeper inside her. She cums, and cums hard. Her body shaking violently. I could feel her juices flowing as I continued fucking her pussy. Her juices escaping her pussy with every thrust. She continued cumming. 

Remembering the sight of seeing her lick her juices from her fingers, and now her cumming so hard, I was on the edge. I was ready to explode inside her. I leaned down and kissed her. "I'm ready to cum baby, I'm ready to cum for you!" Hearing this she went wild. Kissing me, and she whispered "I want to taste you, but I want to feel your cum inside me more. Please baby, would you cum inside me?" 

She didn't have to say another word. My cock stiffened, and shot ribbons of cum inside her pussy. Stream of cum flowed out of my cock inside her recently virgin pussy, filling her up with my seed. 

I leaned down on her, kissed her. Staying there, for what felt like eternity. I move back up and just as I'm about to pull out, she gasped, "Please, stay here for a bit." I obliged.

Leaning over again, kissing her. I whispered "Are you happy?"

She smiled, and whispered "More than ever. I've waited for this day for a long time." 

We got up, helped clean each other up. Dressed and the phone rang. She answered, it was her mom "Hey mom, I'll be home soon, I had something important CUM up at work." winking at me. I could hear her mom concerned as she was supposed to be at home an hour ago. "Bye mom!" and she hung up, explained how she lives alone with her mom and they ALWAYS have dinner together. 

We both stood there, in each other's arms. Kissing and caressing. Don't think either one of us wanted to leave. 



Overtime



It's late, Ben and I are the only ones left in the office. I walk to him and am greeted with his sexy smile.

It's been a long week and I've managed to fight off the stress, but his shoulders are in need of my special touch. I give him a massage. Firmly I rub his neck, kneading out the tension that has set in. My hands hungrily move to his arms and I feel each muscle in detail as I stroke them. The thought of my hands on his body makes me wet.

I unbutton and remove his shirt explaining that I can get at those knots better with fewer layers. He believes me and I continue to rub him, and with each touch my pussy gets a little wetter. I lean into him to take in his smell, very sensual and extremely sexual.

I recall upon the innocent flirting that goes on between us, and the times when it felt like a little more than that - and all I can think about is wrapping my mouth around his hard cock. 

I let myself get worked up by touching him and decide to try my luck with him, after all, no one is here, no one ever has to know, and I've been dying to get his cock in my mouth for months now.

I slowly spin him around, testing the waters, to see how he will react. I look him in the eye and in anticipation I lick my lips. I smile, and tell him to relax. I hope he won't stop me from what I am about to do.

I get on my knees and begin to unbutton his pants. I am so excited, I can barely get my hands to cooperate and get his zipper down to release his cock from it's confinement. Seconds away from him in my mouth and my pussy is glistening.

I pull down his pants and expose his cock. My mouth is quivering awaiting the arrival. I pause for a moment only to take in the joy of what is about to happen, what I have been longing for, for so long.

I lift his cock with one hand and guide it delicately into my warm mouth. I take him in deep and slow, savoring every inch as I move my mouth back and forth along his hard cock. I tickle the head with my tongue and lips, following each mouth stroke by my hand. My movements are long and precise over his cock. Each stroke of my tongue relaxes him even further and I see no reason to stop. 

I take his balls into my mouth and cuddle them carefully with my tongue, sucking gently. I hear him moan and this only turns me on more, I concentrate on his cock with my mouth while my hands cradle his sac with tenderness.

He grabs a handful of hair from the back of my head and pushes my face down onto his hard rod. He moves his hips up to my mouth, forcing his cock deep into my mouth. He moans louder in intense pleasure. He grips my head with both hands now, his cock, hard as stone, is moving in and out of my mouth with fury. He whispers in my ear, "I want my cock in your sweet tight pussy".

He stands up bringing me with him, unbuttons my blouse to reveal my hard nipples and takes one into his mouth. He bites down as I moan and my clit responds in ecstasy. 

He moves a hand down to my pussy and teases me with two fingers. He kisses me hard on the mouth while those fingers explore my wet hole.

He kisses my neck and finds that spot that makes me cum and simultaneously sheds me of my pants. He turns me around and kisses the back of my neck as I melt with his every touch. 

He bends me over and pushes me to the floor, commands me on all fours and slaps my ass. He teases my ass hole with his hard cock, spanking me with it and finally rams it into my wet pussy. I open my legs wider so I can feel his sac slap against my ass and take in the pleasure that this brings. 

He fucks me hard, knowing it's just want I have been craving from him. He reaches down and grabs me by the hair pulling me up to him, not missing a beat in our rhythmic fucking. He fingers my clit, pinches my nipples and keeps that hard cock buried deep in my pussy. 

He brings on orgasm after orgasm of mine and finally takes his own in one heated thrust ramming his dick deep into my pussy.



Overtime



I'd been working on Lyn for weeks now. I wasn't getting much sex at home and my balls were bursting. She wasn't much of a looker to be fair but I knew Lyn was pretty keen on me and at 28 she was 10 years younger and a more than adequate solution to my aching sacks. As the boss of a small company with 20 or so staff it was pretty normal for me to work long hours during the recession. Lyn worked in accounts and she was keen to impress me and make sure she was noticed. As we got into a busy spell during the summer she was always willing to work on later than everyone else to keep up to date with work. By 7pm some evenings it was normally just the two of us left in the office on our own.

I was carefully to keep a distance from Lyn during normal hours when the rest of the staff were in but once we were left alone I paid much more attention to her. I was always more willing to sit and review her work together and provide some help and guidance when she was unsure of how to process certain transactions. I dropped a few compliments into the conversation about the quality of her work and then made them more personal about her and her appearance. She was increasingly hooked and responding back with some obvious flirting.

I was married though and not at all interested in leaving my wife for a chubby accounts assistant. I wanted a bit of fun and some relief that I wasn't getting at home. I was pretty careful not to try and raise any suspicions with the other staff but it was getting difficult as Lyn was becoming chattier and more flirty with me during the day and starting to annoy my Finance Manager by bring issues directly to me without referral.

The situation escalated one evening working late on monthly accounts. Lyn was wearing a V-neck tee-shirt and I was standing behind her looking over her shoulder as she worked on her computer. She was explaining some accounts query that she had but I was more focussed on looking down her cleavage and admiring her ample bosom and the lacy bra that was clearly on show from my elevated angle of vision. I complimented her on having great tits and confessed that I hadn't been paying attention to her explanation of the accounts problem; I was too distracted by the view. She spun around on her office chair and pulled her tee-shirt open in front of me asking if that was an even better view and even more of distraction. My cock sprang to attention at this more brazen approach and my balls throbbed even harder. We were dancing around the issue and one of us needed to make a move. I reached forward and cupped one of those milky mounds in my hand through her lacy bra, squeezing her boob gently.

I massaged Lyn's boobs with more intent. I had both hand inside her tee-shirt and I was pulling her bra aside to get at her now erect nipples. Lyn responded by starting to rub my erection through my trousers. I pulled the tee-shirt over her head and went back to work on those increasingly sensitive nipples, bending over to suck on them and pull at them gently with my teeth. Lyn was sighing in contentment as she continued to squeeze my cock through the fabric of my trousers.

Her white lacy bra was next to be unclipped and pulled forward and off to fully release her large, milky boobs. My cock was straining for release and Lyn seemed content to rub my hard-on through my trousers. I spun her around in her office chair and stood in front of her perch on the edge of her desk. I took control and un-zipped my trousers, pulling my erection out of my boxers so it was staring her at eye level. Lyn gazed at it for a few moments as if she'd fallen into a hypnotic trance. Then, to my relief, she moved her hand back up to wrap it around my cock and start to stroke back and forward to a steady rhythm.

It had been 2 or 3 weeks since my last ejaculation; as I enjoyed the firm grasp of Lyn's hand around my cock and the increasing and steady pace of her strokes up and down my shaft I knew I wouldn't last long tonight. Her inhibitions and initial hesitancy had disappeared. After 10 minutes of jerking me, Lyn leaned forward on her seat and took my cock into her mouth. It was warm and set my horniness to a new level. I could feel the veins on my knob throb against her lips and she took me in and pursed her mouth together tightly to give long, hard sucks before releasing the tension and then pushing herself forward again to suck harder still.

My balls tightened and I started to buck my hips back and forward to the new rhythm Lyn had established. I tried to force my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. She started to gag and fought back by gripping my cock tighter with her hand in an effort to regain control of the blowjob.

After a few minutes she lifted her head away and sat back in her chair to catch some breath. I stepped forward and my knob lay prone across her cleavage. After a few moments, I pulled her towards me again and she cupped her boobs around my erection and started to massage me between her tits. I was on the brink of cumming and I quickly worked up a nice rocking motion as I forced myself urgently toward ejaculation. I could feel it boiling up from deep inside my aching balls and as the first squirt of cum shot out from between those tits and landed on her right boob, Lyn recoiled back in her office chair again. I took hold of my cock and directed my cum spray directly at her. The jets of cum were powerful and plentiful given the time since my last ejaculation. It hit her on the chin and across her mouth and nose. I spurted cum over her shoulder and covered those great tits with mountains of jizz as my balls emptied.

Lyn sat there stunned at the amount of cum that was dripping from her. She was frozen (if not stuck) to her seat as the cum run down stomach as it dripped from her chin and off her tits. She asked me to grab some paper towels from the kitchen before it dribbled down onto her black trousers. I scurried off as requested and stood contented in the kitchen whilst retrieving paper towels from the dispenser - balls emptied and mission accomplished.



Overtime



"Karen, would you step into my office please?"

I looked up from the stack of policy documents piled up on desk. The newly formed insurance company that we worked for was having a lot of success with various life policies designed to beat the regulations imposed by the current government. I was the designated supervisor of the section. Frank, my line manager looked at me neutrally, "When you are ready, Karen!"

I stood up and followed him across the large open plan office to the managers corner office. As I walked across the office, the girls on my section watched me, no doubt curious as to what it was that I had or had not done. I hoped that there was not yet another problem brewing on the recently printed documents, the hopelessly inadequate computer system was prone to miss-match policy documents to clients, and the large number of temporary staff tended to fail to check the details before sending out the policies.

As we entered the office, Frank closed the door behind us. This was unusual as all of the managers tended too have an open door policy. I thought to myself, this must be serious!

Frank sat down at his desk leaving me standing before him, on the carpet as you might say. 

He looked me up and down appraisingly. He saw a young attractive married 25 years old woman. I weigh in at about 96lbs, and at five foot ( and a little bit) with small well formed breasts, a ballet dancer figure, I had trained as a dancer, but as I was not 6 foot tall had not been one of the chosen to make it professionally, I have what my husband calls elfin looks. 

It seemed he was looking at me as though seeing something in me that he had not noticed before. 

"Karen, what I have to say to you is of a somewhat personal nature. I would not normally have brought the subject up, but as an event has occurred on company premises and has been brought to my attention I have no option but to address the issue directly with you."

He looked a bit embarrassed as he drew from the drawer in his desk a manila envelope. I wondered what it could possibly be. It looked official, bearing the name of the security company who patrolled the offices when they were closed, the patrols were random. We would sometimes we see one of the guards when working late nights to catch up. 

He opened the envelope and withdrew several photographs. "Last Tuesday at around 10.30 p.m.the patrolling security officer took these photos." 

I could not see the photos, but cast my mind back to the day in question.... 

Oh my god, I thought. That was the day that, after working late to catch up with the print runs ,I had gone out for an Italian meal with Tim from the IT section. After the meal we had come back into the closed office to have a coffee before driving home. 

Frank looked at me as I was reflecting on this. I started to blush partially from embarrassment and partly from arousal as I remembered the events of last Tuesday evening. 

Frank laid out the photographs in a square on the desk in front of him, examining them closely. After checking each photo he looked up at me. "Do you know what is in these pictures? He asked. I did not but could pretty well guess!

He handed the first one over. It had been taken through the glazed door that led from the lift area into the offices the main light in the lift lobby would have been out at that time in the evening. The photo was of me standing by the sofa in the reception area. 

What was unusual about the picture is that I was totally naked apart from the high heels I was wearing. I had put these back on having undone the wrap-around dress to reveal my bare breasts before dropping it off my shoulders onto the floor. I had then removed my tights followed by my panties. The purple dress now lay pooled on the floor in front of me along with my underwear. Tim was sitting on the sofa watching me.

My arousal was plain to see. I had thrust forward my small perky breasts towards him. I had pulled on my nipples making them stand up proudly. In the photo they were visibly red. 

I had my legs apart and was holding my self open to show off my vagina. Tim had ordered me to do this. I enjoy being ordered to do naughty stuff. It was clear to see that I was very aroused from pinkness around my neck and breasts and the glistening of my juices running down my leg. 

Frank handed me the next picture. In this one I was laid back on the sofa, my right leg was on the floor and my left was laid on the back of the low sofa. Tim had pulled me over to the sofa, by pushing a finger up into me and hooking it towards him, pulling me forward applying pressure to my g spot. I almost came as he did it, but as soon as he felt this building towards an orgasm he removed his finger. 

He pushed me down onto the sofa and had arranged me as could be seen on the photograph. He then knelt between my legs and started to lick me. He lapped at my juices making them flow even more freely. I have small outer lips, which open up on their own when I become really excited to reveal my small but sensitive clitoris. The photo had caught how excited I was. My cunt was gaping wide open. Tony had then started to push his fingers up inside me, massaging my cervix; this always brings me very quickly to a climax. 

As I stood in front of Frank whilst he looked at me lustfully I was becoming more and more aroused, I could feel my cunt opening. My flowing juices making my panties my wet.

I felt like a naughty school girl standing in front of the headmaster having been caught being wicked. Unfortunately given the circumstances I was in, this was one of my fantasies. Being caught and disciplined for a misdemeanour. Generally in this fantasy the punishment involved having to remove my panties in front of the entire school, lift my skirt and be bent over with my bottom facing the assembly, I am made to spread my legs exposing my small round bottom and pretty little cunt. 

As I am bent over waiting for the first stroke the anticipation and the exposure are almost too much to bear I cum after the sixth stroke. I then have to stand up put my panties back on and walk down to my seat in front of everybody. 

Frank was beginning to adjust his posture in his seat. I know from past experience that I have really powerful pheromones, when I get aroused my body releases the subtle scent of a woman in heat. This and my tendency to flirt have allowed me to get my own way more than once.

He handed me the next photograph. This one saw me kneeling on the sofa with my arms stretched out along the low back , pushing my small round bottom upwards and spreading my thighs ready to receive Tims' erect cock which in the photo was standing vertically erect. It is of average size, but nice and thick not as long as my husbands' but definitely thicker. My cunt was visibly open and ready. You could see a red handprint on my buttock where he had slapped my cheek to get me to push up more to receive him. 

As I stood in front of Frank I could feel my legs were going weak at the knees as I became more excited. I knew that unless the meeting ended soon I was going to have a massive orgasm right there in his office and although the door was closed, the large picture windows that opened on to the main office gave no privacy. The problem with that was that it made the situation worse; the idea of cumming in front of the entire office was getting me more aroused. 

He then handed me the final picture. In this one Tim was holding my hips as he pushed hard into me. The photo must have been taken just at the moment I had cum, looking at the ecstasy on my face. Tim had totally controlled me by making me stay absolutely still whilst he mated me. Every time I had tried to thrust back at him he slapped my bottom and simply withdrew telling me to keep still. He then proceeded to push all the way into me, with the tip of his cock massaging my cervix as he pushed all the way home. 

It had driven me mad that he would not let me move but this had built up an incredibly strong orgasm His thrusting into me coupled with the slight risk of being caught made me cum so strongly my cunt had gone into multiple spasms milking Tims' cock making him lose control. I could feel the pulsing of his cock as he filled me with his seed which triggered of a small second orgasm. 

That photo was the last straw. I looked lustfully at Frank. He was clearly aroused, I stood with my legs slightly apart I clasped my hands behind my back and simply orgasmed in front of him, barely able to stand. 

After I had calmed down I waited for Frank to speak. 

"Does you husband know of this?" he asked. 

"Yes he does, after we married he felt it would be good for me to have some experience of other men apart from him. He feels that if I have the freedom to experience other men from time to time it strengthens our bond". I replied. 

"That is unusual" he murmured. He sighed as he looked at me coming down from the sexual high I was experiencing.

"If the company had a formal personnel department I would be obliged to pass this matter to them, but as you know we are in the process of instigating set procedures and establishing a personnel department. 

If it was up to me I would let the matter drop, but since there is a security report of the incident I have to act. I intend to pass the matter up to the next directors meeting next month. You may be called to explain yourself to them." 

As I walked back to my desk I could feel how wet I was and I wandered if it was obvious what state I was in. 

As I sat down at my desk my assistant looked at me and saw how flushed I was.

"Everything OK?" She asked.

"Yes, fine, just a question about some overtime." I replied. 

As I sat there I contemplated how the directors meeting would go..........



Overtime



"Can you work late Friday night, Lucy?" I jumped in surprise; I hadn't heard Erin come up behind me as I'd been concentrating on updating a list of new PCs that the IT department had just rolled out. As the most junior person in desktop support I got all the fun jobs!

I turned to Erin, "Yeah, I guess so. What for?" Erin was one of the systems admins responsible for maintaining the servers and company website - a real guru, the guys in the department would grudgingly admit. Why did she need a 19 year old IT newbie to help her?

"I have to upgrade two of the servers out of hours and company policy is no lone working, so I need a buddy," Erin replied. "You'll get to work on the servers a bit, so you'll learn something; I know it's not always easy for us girls to get ahead in this business, so I figure I ought to help you if I can. I wish someone had helped me when I first started."

I was touched. "Thanks," I said, "That's, er, that's very kind of you." I blushed slightly and looked down - why do I have such little confidence?

Erin slipped her hand under my chin and lifted it gently. Her hand was cool and soft against my skin. "Don't be so timid Lucy. I've noticed you: you're a good worker and seem keen to learn. You deserve a chance. Plus you'll be better company than most of the geeks here!" She smiled and her smile transformed her face from pretty but ordinary into something stunning. "We can't start the work until 7:00pm, but come and see me at 5:30 and I go through what we'll be doing and maybe take a break before we begin, okay?" I nodded and she walked off. She paused and looked back. "Oh, by the way: nice outfit. You look good in it."

Her smile was something else I should envy her for, along with her small, slim frame, lovely figure, auburn hair cut in a short bob, startling green eyes and her intelligence. She was in her mid-thirties but she looked younger. By contrast, I was big - above average height without actually being tall, big framed and, let's be honest here, overweight. My hair was a boring pale brown, rather than blonde like my sister had, and while my eyes were an attractive blue, the glasses I wore meant they weren't often noticed. Friends said I was "cuddly" or "cute" or, worst of all, "had a lovely personality"; I learned to decode that one early on: I was plain if not actually ugly. All this gave me the self-esteem of a donut and the confidence of a mouse when dealing with people!

Despite all she had going for her, I couldn't ever envy Erin: she was just too kind to me. She would say hello and ask how I was. I could go to her with questions and where the other senior techies would tell me to piss off or to find out for myself or give me the bare minimum answer, she always seemed to find time to answer and explain so I could learn. I hadn't done brilliantly at school so I needed all the learning I could get now. Seeing Erin's success, and with her interest in helping me and little pep talks, I had started trying to make some changes. I had been sticking to a diet (apart from the occasional fail with a pizza or Big Mac!) and swimming regularly. As a result, I had lost 25lbs and had made it into size 14 clothes. Okay, I was still on the large side but I felt much better about my body than I ever had before, and I was never going to be a size 8! The weekend before I had treated myself to some new clothes: a smart, short sleeved blouse and knee length skirt rather than the Goth-style long skirt and baggy sweatshirt that had been my standard dress before. That Erin had noticed and even liked the new clothes gave me a little warm, tingly feeling inside.

I watched her as she walked away and wanted to hug her for her kindness. I also wanted to make a good impression on Friday and if we were alone, perhaps I could tell her how much I liked her and all she'd done for me. A disturbing image of kissing her lips crossed my mind, but I pushed it away, shocked at the idea. However, something had subtly shifted in me and I wanted Erin not just to be pleased with my work on Friday - I wanted her to notice me, not just as a newbie girl techie to help but, well, as me, as Lucy; someone to spend time with, a friend even. So on Thursday I worked through lunch to leave early to have my hair cut and dyed followed by a bout of late night shopping that left my bank account quite battered!

Friday arrived and I rolled into work. With my new hair and new outfit (a short, leather jacket worn over a sleeveless v-neck cream top that showed my cleavage, with a blue mid-thigh skirt over dark blue leggings and short boots) did make an impact and I'm sure that it was the first time some of the IT guys bothered to noticed me! It was hard not to duck and hide but I actually felt, well if not attractive then definitely not UN-attractive.

Erin didn't seem to be in yet so I couldn't find out what she thought. When I checked, our boss said she was working from home and would be in later so I settled down to work. I continued to get looks and glances through the day and was feeling quite pleased with myself until I happened to overhear two of the guys talking. They were discussing the attractiveness of some of the women on the first floor when one of them said "...and what do we have down here? Erin the Geek Ice Queen and Lumpy Lucy! God, have you seen what she's wearing today? Talk about a walrus in a short skirt!"

I bit my lip so as to stay silent, blinking back tears as I moved away before they noticed me, and went to hide in the ladies toilet to cry. After ten minutes I'd calmed down and pulled myself together. Fuck them, I thought. They and all men could go to hell; they weren't going to beat me down. So what if I'm overweight? I'm working on it. Anyway, I'd never found any man particularly attractive, so who were they to criticise me? And as for what they'd said about Erin - well, I think I was angrier about that than what they'd said about me because it was so bloody unfair!

By the time 5:30 arrived Erin was in the office and everyone else had either gone or was packing up. I walked over to her desk and she looked up and smiled at me. "Wow, Lucy, you look great!" I was thrilled at this, but there seemed to be something wrong - a tightness in her smile and a slight catch in her voice.

"Oh, thank you Erin, that means a lot coming from you. But - are you all right?" I asked in a concerned voice.

"Ah, it's... oh, it's just circumstances at home; not a good evening yesterday." She sighed. "But let's get through this, shall we?"

"Okay, but if you want to talk about it..." I tentatively put my hand on her arm.

She placed her hand over mine and squeezed it gently. "Thank you, I'll remember that." She paused before plunging on, "But now: this evening's work..." and she went through the upgrade work we had to complete, explaining not only how but why and what issues we might encounter. 

After an hour she was happy that I'd understood everything and I thanked her for her time. "You'd have made a great teacher," I told her.

"Thanks, but I haven't the patience to deal with those who don't want to learn. That why some of the men here think I'm stuck up."

"No! I'm sure they..." I began but then remembered the comment I'd overheard and hesitated.

Erin looked at me and smiled wryly, "Exactly. Oh, let's go and get a coffee: Starbucks? My treat?" "Yes please," I replied. "Don't worry about what some of the guys say, they're just intimidated by how clever you are. They say stuff about me too; about my size."

She took my arm and hugged it. "But you've lost a great deal of weight since you started here haven't you? I think you look great - you're a cute girl!"

I laughed mirthlessly. "Yeah, cute. Not 'pretty' or 'attractive' but just 'cute and cuddly'."

Erin looked awkward. "I didn't mean anything derogatory - anything bad - by calling you cute: you really are. And I think you are also attractive and pretty. I can't comment on how cuddly you are, though!" She gave a small smile and I smiled back, thrilled by her reply.

Starbucks was surprisingly quiet as we ordered our drinks and found a table in a quiet corner. As we sat facing each other Lucy looked serious. "Do you think all men are misogynistic, lying, cheating bastards, Lucy?"

She had to explain 'misogynistic' before I replied, "I... I think a lot of them are not very nice," I admitted, "though, well, I've never had a boy cheat on me."

"You've been lucky then!"

"Not really," I hesitated and then went on, "I've actually never had a boyfriend." I could feel my face flush in embarrassment.

"Really? What about a girlfriend?"

Her tone suggested nothing but genuine interest, but after some of the thoughts I'd been having towards her the question flustered me. "No! Well, I have friends who are girls but not a, a, a GIRL-friend!"

"Oh, well," she said. Was she disappointed by my answer or was it sympathy for me being alone? I couldn't tell. "Anyway," she continued, her voice thickening with emotion, "perhaps a girl wouldn't simply leave a note on the kitchen table telling you that your five-year relationship is over and, oh, P.S. I've been screwing one of your friends for the last six weeks!"

"Oh, Erin! Is that was happened to you last night?" She nodded and I took her hand as she sobbed quietly, her head forward and her tears falling onto the table. Instinctively I reached out and put my hand on her cheek, brushing tears away with my thumb. "I'm so sorry for you. But, well, he may be a lying, cheating bastard but he must also be a complete idiot to finish with someone as beautiful and..." I hesitated. I was going to say 'sexy' but settled for "...and lovely as you." I felt her press her cheek into my hand as she took a deep, shuddering breath.

"I'm sorry," she sniffed, "I've been doing this all day - bursting into tears. That's why I worked from home. But you're right: why am I so upset by such a complete, stupid, fucking WANKER!" The last word came out loudly and several heads turned to look at us. The affronted look of one woman set us both giggling, despite Erin's tears. "Time to go, you think?" she whispered.

"Definitely!" I replied, standing up. I pulled Erin up by her hand and we headed off. It was only as we got to the door open that I realized we were still holding hands. I was slightly embarrassed - two women walking hand-in-hand like little school girls - but Erin didn't seem bothered by it so, a little reluctantly, I simply let go and pushed the door open. We headed back towards the office and as we walked I felt her slip her arm into mine and nestle against me.

"Thank you, Lucy. You make me feel all... safe and protected and cared for." She sounded surprised, as if this was something she'd never considered possible.

"Aw. I'm glad you think so. You've been so kind and good to me, if there's ever anything I can do for you, anything at all, just ask." I looked at her, noticing again how petite and lovely she was.

"Hmmm, I might hold you to that!" she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. She let go of my arm and sighed. "But now, back to work."

We went back into the office: it was now just past 7:30 and we were the only ones there. We collected the things we needed and headed into the data centre where the servers lived. We worked steadily, first Erin taking the lead and my just holding things but after the first two were done she said it was my turn. I was nervous and hesitated. "Come on, minion!" she said, "Or we'll never get done."

"I'm your minion now, am I? I thought I was your buddy!"

"Minion now; buddy later - now do as you're told and back to work!" She tried to be all stern and commanding but her grin let her down.

"Yes, ma'am!" I replied in mock humility and set to work. A few minutes later I was struggling to undo a clip and couldn't remember how Erin had undone it. I felt Erin behind me, her body pressing gently against me, close and warm in the chill of the server room. It gave me an unexpected thrill and there was a still moment of silent intimacy before her hand reached round over mine, her fingers moving to guide mine to release the clip. I tried to focus on the technique but hopelessly failed; I was too distracted by her nearness and the pressure, just below my arm, of what I was certain was her right breast hard against me. The clip popped off and I thanked her. She didn't move away immediately but stayed touching me before suddenly stepping back. I looked over my shoulder. Erin looked a little flustered and, as she turned slightly, I could distinctly see the nipple of her right boob was erect - and surprisingly large. I hastily looked away before she saw me staring but my mind had captured the image and my imagination went into overdrive, presenting me with an instant mental Photoshop of what I'd seen: an image of Erin's breast naked! What was my mind playing at?

I managed to complete the upgrade of that server: three done, two to go. We moved on to the next one and, though I started confidently, I got stuck again undoing the clip. "Come on, Lucy, I showed you how to do that."

"I, er, I got a bit distracted and missed it, I'm afraid." I confessed, as I felt my face flush. Lucy looked at me, her expression unreadable.

"Okay," she said, after a pause, "I'll show you again but concentrate this time!" Once again she pressed up close behind me, her hand coming round to guide mine. Again I could feel her breasts pressed into me and I tried to just let myself enjoy the sensation but not become too distracted by it. It wasn't easy but I thought I was coping until I felt Erin's left hand slip around my waist. I could feel my heart beating hard and I realised that I was getting turned on! "Now, Lucy," Erin's voice was soft and husky, close to my ear, "are to paying attention to me?"

"Uh, huh," I replied, my throat tight. This should NOT be happening, I thought, whilst my body seemed to be entirely happy with the situation and enjoying every moment.

"And to the clip as well?" she asked gently.

"Uh, sort of," I muttered and Erin chuckled. Her left hand slid up till it was just below my breasts. "Mmmm," I sighed, "You give nice hugs."

"And you're very nice to hug. Have you any plans this evening?" she asked, "After we finish here, I mean."

"No, nothing," I admitted. I placed my left hand over hers and pulled it tight against me, pressing it into the underside of my breasts.

"Good. Okay, well, let's get on." She said, but I could tell she was getting as aroused as I was. "Here we go: this finger here... and your thumb here, Got that? Right, now squeeze and pull up, a bit harder but don't force it... There! Got it?"

I was desperate for this to go further. "Yes, I have," I replied, and drew her left hand over my nipple that was tingling and hardening. "Thumb there and finger there..." my nipple was between her thumb and forefinger.

Erin gasped softly, "Lucy, are you sure?"

"... and squeeze and pull and rub! Oh please Erin!" I begged. She began squeezing and rubbing and her other hand joined in, slipping up under my top, caressing my stomach and then onto my bra where her fingers discovered the front opening and deftly twisted it open. Moments later both her hands were roaming over the skin, aureoles and nipples. Desire surged through me and a wanton abandonment swept through me. Without thinking I reached down and in a single, instinctive movement, took my top off and dropped it aside.

At that, Erin pulled me round to face her and I let my bra fall to the ground. She seems to drink in the sight of me topless for a moment, my nipples rock hard in the cold air of the server room, before we drew together and started to kiss. I was unsure what to do but Erin took the lead and I copied her, my mouth opening as hers did, letting her tongue explore before doing the same to her. I felt my boobs being caressed, my hard nipples rubbed and tweaked. The kissing and touching was wonderful but I was on fire and wanted more. With one hand I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall.

Erin broke off the kiss and looked down and then stepped back. I was now wearing just my leggings and these hid very little. I reached down to my crotch: the leggings were very damp. I pressed my finger into my pussy cleft and rubbed while Erin watched. I raised my hands to my hips and hooked my thumbs into the waistband my leggings. What I was about to do was hugely risky: even though access into this room was highly restricted and it was late, someone could walk in. I didn't care! In fact, the risk was turning me on even more as I pushed my leggings down. I never bothered with panties under leggings so Erin was immediately treated to the sight of my hairless pussy.

My 'cuddly' size meant that my pubis was rounded and soft; as a result, my pussy slit was a deep cleft in my flesh. Without a word Erin reached forward and gently ran her finger along my cleft. I was very wet down there and Erin's finger traced the line again and again, slipping a little deeper each time. She raised her finger, wet and glistening, and placed it into her mouth.

"Mmmm, you taste good," she cooed. She knelt before me and began fingering me again, this time her finger gently sliding in all the way. One finger quickly became two; slipping in and out with soft, wet sounds. Next, Erin brought her face close to my sopping pussy, so close I could feel her breath on it. Her fingers withdrew and I was about to beg her to replace them when her mouth clamped over it. Her tongue lapped at my outer labia before moving to focus on the top of the cleft. Her tongue caressed the soft, rounded flesh, seeming to savour its feel, shape and taste. Her tongue worked deeper and I couldn't help squealing when it found my clit.

Her tongue continued thrilling my clit and now her fingers returned, plunging deeply and rubbing hard against my vaginal walls. I was in ecstasy and wanted this to go on forever but all too soon I felt my climax building. I moaned loudly and thrust my hips forward. Erin gave several quick licks of my clit when I felt a hot gush erupt from my pussy as my orgasm hit. I cried out in pleasure as Erin lapped and swallowed my love fluid. As my orgasm passed my legs gave out and I slid to the floor. Erin came over to me: her blouse was covered in wet patches but she seemed not even to notice. We began kissing. I could taste my sex on her lips and tongue and I felt wonderfully pervy as I thought it delicious.

I reached down and slipped my hand to her panties and could feel how damp they were. Just then we heard the beep that someone was entering the data centre. We looked at each other in terror for a moment before Erin hissed, "Go!" I scrambled to my feet and turned to go when Erin whispered "Clothes!" I reached down and grabbed skirt and top then hurried along the aisle, leggings half pulled up, and round the corner at the end.

I heard the data centre door close and a couple of steps before a voice called "Hello? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" replied Erin brightly. I risked a peep round the corner and, to my horror, saw my bra lying openly on the floor between Erin and the security guard who had just arrived at the far end of the aisle. Fortunately, Erin had seen it too and, looking the guard in the eye to hold his attention, stepped over it. My bra was now hidden from his view as she stopped and explained that we would be finished in another half hour or 45 minutes. This seemed to satisfy the guard and he turned and left. We both stayed frozen for several seconds after we heard the door close once more before relaxing. "That was fucking close!" she exclaimed.

I hastily kicked off my boots and stripped off my leggings so, when I stepped out from my hiding place, I was stark naked. Erin's face broke into a huge smile at the sight of me. "Oh God! You are so sexy and my cunny is so hot for you!" I walked over to her. The air was cold on my skin but I didn't care. "Undress me, Lucy. Please, make me naked," she pleaded.




Overtime



I stood and, with shaking hands, I unbuttoned her cum-spattered blouse. I slipped my hand inside onto her shoulders, gently caressing her skin as I slid the shirt back and it fell to the floor with a soft sound. Erin stood there as I admired her body. A pale pink, lacy, low bra cupped her perfect breasts. Though they were small compared to mine, on her body they were perfect and full looking. I reached round, our boobs pressing gently together as I unhooked the bra clip. My fingers brushed her back as I removed the bra. Her nipples were erect and as I had noticed, very large and high on her breasts, their pink contrasting with the darker aureoles.

I knelt beside her and reached up to undo her skirt, sliding the zip down and letting the garment fall. Beneath she was wearing a skimpy pair of pale blue silk shorts. I ran my hands over her thighs and round her perfect derrière. I could see a dark patch between her legs and as I moved closed I caught the smell of her arousal. I was trembling again as I gently and slowly drew her panties down. Her pussy was covered in short, fine hair with the same auburn tint of her hair. Her labia were swollen, the inner lips glistening dark red within. I reached forward and brushed her wet, swollen pussy lips. I remembered what she had done to me and what felt good when I played with myself.

I leant forward and gently kissed her mound as my fingers continued their exploring. She was almost dripping wet and I couldn't resist running my tongue over her pussy. The thought of what I was doing and her exquisite taste got my own pussy tingling again. My fingers probed deeper and my tongue lapped and slithered across and between her folds. Erin moaned in pleasure opening her legs wider and leaning back against the wall to allow me greater access. I slid my fingers out so that I could place my mouth over her pussy and begin slipping my tongue inside her. I was in heaven and Erin seemed to be enjoying it too.

My hands now caressed and squeezed her arse as I dined on her sex. My roaming finger accidently pressed against her arsehole. I felt her arsehole lips pucker at first before relaxing, engulfing the tip of my finger. "Mmm, yes," she sighed. Cool, I thought: it's not just me that enjoys her arsehole being touched, so pushed my finger deeper and I began lapping at the hood of her clit. Erin's arsehole seemed to open slightly as she pressed down, completely engulfing my finger.

I now slid two fingers of my left hand into her pussy whilst gently squirming the finger in her butt. Erin's breath now came in short, sharp gasps and moans so I continued. I drove my tongue deep into her, my teeth raking her clit, and I felt her vaginal and anal muscles contract. She gave a deep growl and then a short, high gasp and my left hand felt a short flow of hot wetness. She grabbed my head, pressing me into her crotch as her pussy now gushed. My tits were sprayed and I could feel the moisture running in warm trickles over my tummy before I could move my mouth to drink as much as I could. I savoured this new fluid: runny and with a slightly sweet taste that I liked.

Her orgasm ebbed and passed and she dropped down beside me. We kissed deeply, hugging and caressing.

"Shall we finish up?" I asked.

"Yes," agreed Erin, "but in the nude!" So we did but, remembering the security guard, we didn't take too long. 

We dressed again: Erin in just her blouse and skirt, slipping her short panties and bra into her handbag, whist she insisted I just wear my top and leggings. I was very aware of how obvious my ass and pussy were in the tight fabric but Erin merely smiled and said "Exactly!" when I pointed this out.

We went back to our desks. Erin ordered a cab - "The company will pay as we've been doing overtime," she told me and we headed off together. "My place?" she asked as we got into the cab.

"Yes please, my darling" I replied, "tonight and every night!" as we cuddled up together on the back seat.



Overtime



I was in a deep sleep when the phone rang on Sunday morning. It had been a productive but typically night of coding, and my brain was craving sleep. The shrill ring of the phone broke the precious silence and caused me to spring to as seated position. I grabbed the phone reluctantly and found that it was Trish on the other end. Trish is a coworker at the bank and a partner of sorts on many intricate projects. She is both a close friend and fierce competitor, smart and sexy and clearly in big trouble. It is bonus time, the time of the year when compensation is determined based on performance, and we are in the midst of the most important project we had ever worked on.

We had taken a modular approach, choosing a convergence point at which point we would plug our two components together to form a working system. I had finished and tested my part successfully last night. Trish was stuck. She waited until the last minute and was now panicking that she would not finish in time. Her bonus depended on successful completion by tomorrow.

"You have to drag your ass in here and help me!" she said as I struggled to comprehend the situation. Trish would be just one of the guys if it were not for how good she looked with long blonde hair usually in a loose scrunchee, a medium build with lots of curves, and striking blue eyes. "and if you wont help me then fuck you." She also curses like a sailor with a deep southern drawl and for me it just adds to the mystique. At age forty-something, she has seen the world and knows which parts she likes and doesn't like. "How bad?" I inquired. "Just get here fast." she responded.

Dragging myself out of bed, I hopped in the shower and pulled on some shorts and a tee-shirt. It was hot outside and by the time I got to the car, I was already sweating. When I arrived at the office, the inside of the building was sweltering hot. No air-conditioning on the weekends. Yet another plus.

When I walked into the cubicle, I found Trish sitting in front of the computer completely surrounded with piles of documents in every direction. She is dressed in shorts, a tanktop, and barefoot. It is hot in the office, and she is sweating as she works. It is always funny to see someone that you usually see dressed for business now dressed for leisure. It somehow feels out of context. Her nails are chewed down to the nailbed, but she sports a deep, dark perfect pedicure, a stark contrast to her pale skin. She and I work closely on a daily basis, yet now I see her in a different way. A way that kind of make things stir in my pants. As she sees me, you can see the anguish and relief in her eyes. "Its about time you got here. I'm dying here." she says. She gets up and I sit at the computer. We dig in to her problem. Several hours pass.

It is now 4PM and I am frustrated. We have made a lot of progress, but there is still a lot of work to do and we were stuck. "I have to leave." I said, "I have a date with Laura and I have an 80% chance of getting laid tonight, so I have to go." Trish looked down at the ground and surveyed her situation. She looks up and says, "Well, if you stay I can guarantee 100% chance of you getting laid, and I will pay in advance." Our nerves were frayed and we were hot, so I figured she was just blowing off steam.

Trish gets up and opens the bottom drawer of her desk. She retrieves a bottle of skin lotion and walks over to me. "How bout it? Gonna stay?" I still thought she was kidding around, until she pulled off the tanktop and pulled down her shorts, now standing completely naked in front of me. My eyes widened in shock as she grabbed my teeshirt and turned me around with my back to the desk, then pushed my chest so I layed back against the top of the desk. She ran her hands down my chest, giving my nipples a little squeeze on her way down to my waistband. My shock quickly turned to excitement as she slid her hand down into my shorts, gently rubbing my hardening member. Her hand gently grasps my cock as she straddles my leg, grinding her pubis against my thigh. She moved her hand out and pulled down my shorts, stepping away briefly to allow them to drop to the floor and then straddles my leg again. She rubs herself forcefully up and down my leg as she squeezes out some lotion on the palm of her hand. With the greased hand, she grasps my now rock hard member, slowly stroking me with strong yet gentle strokes, sliding easily over the lubricated skin. Starting with base and sliding all the way to the tip where she twists her palm and strokes back down to the base. I help by pressing my thigh against her as she returns the motion. 

After a few glorious moments, she steps off of my leg and takes my hand in hers. She squeezes out a bit of lotion on my fingertips and palm and then guides my hand to her inner thigh. Guiding my hand, she rubs it up the inside of her thigh and across the swollen lips. She works the lips with my hand, showing me exactly where to touch, where to rub, where to press, and where to penetrate. It took only a few moments for the soft, swollen lips to become fully lubricated with her own juices. She lets go of my hand and lets me take over the motions, confident that I now know what to do. Her slick hands return to my chest, her palms rubbing my nipples, her fingertips raking the hair on my chest. My fingers, now slick, slide easily into her as I gently work her wetness. My cock growing to near painful proportions.

Stepping back, she stands me up and kneels down, placing her hands on my ass and drawing my cock into her mouth. My eyes close and a low moan emits from my mouth as I concentrate so as not to blow my load. Her mouth was so warm and wet, so gentle. With my eyes closed, I could hear the sounds of her lips smacking and the suction being applied and released. I can barely hold it together and she can tell, so she stops and pushes me down into the chair in front of the computer. With a quick motion, she straddles me on the chair, facing me. She guides her wetness onto my cock and I slide deep inside of her. For a few excruciating moments, she just sits there... my cock deep inside her. She can feel me throb ever so slightly as I am pinned underneath her. Her eyes close and she drops her head back, and breaths deeply. She starts to move up and down on my stiff member, sliding smoothly with slow, deep strokes. She breaths deeply and grunts loudly. 

All the sudden, she pulls me out of her and turns around and lowers herself back onto my cock. My hands gently rub her back and neck as she leans forward, spreading as wide as she can to let me into her more deeply. I reach down and touch her soft feet as she tenses her legs and squeezes me though her first round of orgasm. This is more than I can take as my body tenses and my orgasm makes my body shudder. This causes a chain reaction and she squeezes me with her legs until her orgams subsides.

After a few minutes, we recovered and pulled our clothes back on. Several hours later, we solved Trish's problem. She was very grateful and received her bonus. We had developed our own incentive program and used it from time to time to encourage each other to perform beyond expectation.



Overtime



Nicole looked coldly over the counter at the two large men glaring at her.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen," she said sternly. "There is nothing I can do about it. You either have to pay the $250 or we keep your car."

The man slammed his fist down on the counter. It was quite an impressive sized fist, stuck to an equally impressive arm bulging with muscle. The man had a barrel of a chest that made Nicole nervous, afraid he was going to jump over the counter and strangle her with that gigantic hand of his.

"You fucking bitch," he sneered. "The zone wasn't marked. You can't tow a car from an unmarked zone."

"I'm sorry, sir," she repeated, returning his glare into his ice blue eyes, "I didn't tow your car, I'm just the customer service rep. Now, you can either give me the $250 and get your vehicle back today, or you can leave without the car and file a complaint with the company. I can give you the mailing address, and they usually get back to you in about three to four weeks."

The man slammed his fist down again and turned away, storming out the door. His friend followed him, and the room seemed to sigh with relief when they were gone.

Nicole hated her job, hated dealing with people that were already angry before being told that they owed $250 for parking where they weren't supposed to park. She was only working evenings here to pay for school, so she could get a real job and move out of this dump of a town. 

The rest of the evening went relatively well, no one else was towed so no one else was angry with her. She finished her paperwork and waited patiently for relief to come.

Tammy arrived at midnight, swinging in through the door and walking up to the counter, a mess of tawny blonde hair on top of a curvy body. She propped her chin in her palms, resting her elbows on the counter. 

"Hey toots, how's it going?" she asked. "Give it to me from the top."

"Been pretty uneventful," Nicole said, turning around to gather her things. "A couple of big guys in here earlier, yelling about one thing or another, but nothing since then."

"Awesome," said Tammy. "That probably means I won't have to deal with any of the weirdo's tonight, huh?"

"You should be pretty clear. Not much left to do around here, I have the days deposit in my purse, I'll drop it off at the bank on my way home, and all the paperwork is up to date. The guys are out patrolling. They last checked in at 11:30, so they should be calling any time now." She glanced around the room, checking for anything she might have left out. "I think that that's all. I'll see you tomorrow."

Tammy waved as Nicole threw her purse over her shoulder and left the building, walking towards her blue Toyota. She unlocked in and got inside, placing the key in the ignition.

"Shitty hell," she cursed, when the engine didn't start. She tried again, again with no luck. The damned car wasn't even trying. 

She opened the door and stood on the pavement, staring at her car. It was times like these that she wished she knew the first thing about mechanics. She turned around and went back inside the small building.

"My car won't start, Tammy," she muttered. 

"So?" said Tammy. "I don't even have a car. Walk home, you'll be fine."

"Do you think I ought to leave the deposit here?" Nicole asked worriedly, fingering the bulge inside her purse.

"Nahh," Tammy waved her hand dismissively. "Nobody out there tonight, not even a bum. You'll be fine."

"Okay, just make sure the guys don't tow me," Nicole joked, leaving again.

Her stomach twisted at the thought of walking home alone in the dark. The streets in this area weren't well lit, and she had a small problem with anxiety. She tried to calm the beating of her heart as she took a couple of steps away from the building and quickly reached the sidewalk. 

Nicole set off at a brisk pace, walking swiftly down the dim street, keeping her eyes straight ahead of her and trying not to think of the dark alleys she passed on the side. A car passed her, and she fought an urge to look at it, chanting to herself to keep looking straight ahead, home wasn't more than twenty minutes away. She would be there in no time, if she just kept hold of her emotions and walked.

About a block and a half away from her workplace, she heard heavy footsteps behind her. She glanced at the shadows, and made out a large figure walking towards her. 

"Don't panic," she told herself, "Just keep walking."

Her steps quickened as she fought the urge to look over her shoulder, not wanting to antagonize the person approaching. She heard the heavy steps grow closer, until they were almost on her heels.

It happened so quickly she didn't even have time to react. A hand reached around from behind her and grabbed her by the head, clamping roughly down on her mouth. Another arm wrapped around her waist, locking her arms to her sides. 

The large body holding her sidestepped into the shadows, half dragging her along in front of it into a building a little off the front of the road.

Another body was just inside the doorway, and slammed the door behind the first one after he was entirely inside.

"Well, looks like you got her, Dave," said the second man in a gruff voice.

"Sure did, Vince. Look at her, I don't even think she recognizes us."

Nicole's eyes widened and she began to struggle as the reality of what was going on finally hit her.

"Calm down, cunt," the voice sneered in her ear. The arms around her waist tightened, squeezing her painfully. Nicole struggled to stay still, but could not stop the shudders of fear rushing through her body. "Now, stay quiet or I'll have to do something I don't want to do, understand?"

She tried to nod from behind the hand, but couldn't. He felt her attempts at movement, though, and removed his big hand from her face. 

Nicole gasped for breath as the other man, Vince, walked over towards them, holding something in his hand.

The grip around her waist loosened, and Nicole was turned around. Dave grabbed her wrists in his large hands and locked them together with handcuffs supplied by Vince. Once secured, he spun her around to face them.

"We are armed and we're not afraid to hurt you if you don't cooperate, do you understand, cunt?"

Nicole flinched at being called such a disgusting name, but nodded nonetheless. She was helpless without her hands; the two men would have no problem catching her if she tried to run away. She decided to just sit tight and do what they wanted, and maybe they'd let her go. She looked up into their hard faces, and was not surprised to see the two men who had come to her workplace earlier that day.

The slightly taller, slightly bigger one, the one with the icy blue eyes, was standing in front of her, glowering in her direction. She shifted uncomfortably, his gaze digging into her.

"Look," she started, "I'm really sorry about earlier. I'm sure we can work something out about your car-" she was cut short by that giant hand slapping her across the face.

The blow felt like it had ripped her head off of her neck, and knocked her to the ground. She lay on her side, trembling. Nicole knew that this was not going to be an easy situation.

"Did I tell you to talk, bitch?" Dave growled. "We're going to pay our fucking $250 dollars to your stupid company, but we're going to take it out of you first."

He reached over and yanked her up by her hair. Tears were burning in her eyes, but she fought to hold them back, not wanting to give these men the satisfaction of seeing her cry. But Dave noticed her moist eyes and chuckled. 

"Open your mouth," he demanded.

She parted her lips and let her mouth go slack, jaw dropping down a little bit. 

"Wide!" he barked, causing her to jump. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, flinching when his hand came up near her face again. Instead of striking her, he shoved something cold into her mouth, and tied it behind her head. 

Nicole relaxed her mouth and realized that she had been gagged, but it wasn't any gag. It was a big leather circle, stiff so that she couldn't close her mouth, leaving her mouth open for anything. She whimpered, feeling even more helpless than she had before.

Dave grabbed a handful of her black hair, and forced her on to her knees. She knelt in front of him, and watched as he undid the zip of his pants, holding his soft cock towards her face. Nicole tried to pull away, but the insistent hand in her hair wouldn't let her, instead drawing her face closer to the cock.

He moved his cock to her lips, easily placing it in her wide-open mouth. Her tongue pulled away from it, not liking the dank taste, but he buried her face in his pubic hair, forcing her mouth to take the growing intruder. 

She could feel it swelling against the bottom of her mouth, and soon it was large enough that her tongue couldn't avoid it.

"Lick it," he said harshly, and she began to lap at the bottom of it with her tongue. It swelled more, and he began pumping into her face. Nicole whimpered around the cock, trying to focus on not gagging. 

The blowjob didn't last for long, for which Nicole was thankful. After just a few thrusts the man pulled out and pulled her to her feet.

"Let's have a looksie," said the Vince, pulling out a pocketknife. 

Nicole cringed from the knife, but Dave had a firm grip on one of her arms, preventing her from going anywhere.

"We're not going to hurt you yet, bitch, so just stand there and don't move, understand?"

She nodded, eyes held tight on the knife that was approaching her chest. 

Vince pulled her shirt away from her body, and started to cut down from the neck to the bottom. He severed the bra along the way, and soon Nicole's breasts were exposed to the two men. Vince whistled appreciatively, lifting his hands up for a feel.

He cupped the large globe, flicking the nipple with his thumb.

The combination of Vince's finger and the chilly room quickly made Nicole's nipples erect, sticking out towards the men. She felt utterly ashamed at being exposed like this to them, but at the same time a strange feeling was growing in the pit of her belly, almost like butterflies when she was nervous. The feeling knotted, and her pussy began to get a little warm. Nicole cursed herself for having such responsive breasts.

Vince continued fondling her bosom for a few minutes, squeezing the soft flesh. "Let's see the rest of her. Come on," said Dave, licking his lips.

Vince reluctantly let go of her breasts, sliding his hands down her curvy side to her waist where he started undoing the button and fly of her jeans. She stepped out of the pants when directed, the panties going with them. She now stood in front of these strangers totally nude, everything exposed. 

Nicole pressed her legs together tightly, hanging onto as much modesty as was possible when standing nude with your hands cuffed behind your back. 

Dave stepped forward, touching the curve of her waist, sliding his hand over her bottom to the fleshy part of her thighs. Nicole shivered, half with fear, half with arousal. Dave smiled at her.

"You like this, don't you, bitch?" he said teasingly, twirling his fingers in her curly pubic hair.

Nicole grunted from behind the gag, shaking her head back and forth. 

Vince laughed out loud, pinching Nicole's nipple painfully. She squealed, but thrust her breast towards his hand. He smiled and bent down, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at her erect nipple. 

Nicole moaned, rocking on her feet as the big man sucked at her breast. Her legs parted slightly, her body relaxing with the stimulation. Dave moved his hand down from her pubic hair to her slit, feeling the moisture there.

He held his fingers up to her face, wet with her juices.

"Look at this, slut," he said. "You're all wet."

Dave pushed the soiled fingers into Nicole's open mouth, wiping them on her tongue. 

Nicole gagged, trying to spit the fingers out, the sour taste of her pussy filling her mouth.

"Lick it off like a good girl," Dave said, his fingers probing at her mouth insistently.

Nicole whimpered and lapped at his fingers obediently, shutting her eyes against his smug face. 

"Let me have a feel," Vince insisted, moving away from Nicole's breast and plunging his finger into her warm pussy. He withdrew his fingers, glistening with moisture.

"Well look at that," said Vince in wonderment. "She really is getting off on this." He took his fingers and wiped them on Nicole's face, on her upper lip and her cheek. 

Nicole's nostrils filled with her own scent, and her face grew redder with shame. She couldn't help the arousal she felt, and spread her legs open even further, thrusting her hips towards the two men. She moaned softly through her open mouth.

"Maybe we should give you what you want," smiled Dave.

To the side of the trio was a couch. It was old and faded, but would suit them just fine. Dave grabbed Nicole's shackled arm, pulling her helpless form to the couch. He pushed her over the side, the arm pushing into her soft belly. Her breasts hung down from her chest over the seat, while her ass stuck up in the air. Her legs were taut, struggling to keep the pressure off her stomach.

Dave stood behind her. He ran his large finger down her spine, tracing the curves of her buttocks and thighs, teasing the slit between as he traced. 

"Stay still, cunt, or else," he threatened, moving his hand between her spread legs. He began to rub the thighs softly with his palms, caressing their smoothness. He ran his hand down her legs to the backs of her knees, and began to massage the sensitive areas. Nicole moaned again and her pussy seemed to expand with need, more juice dripping out of her and down her thighs. A knot in the pit of her stomach twisted again, and then seemed to move down to her pussy.

Her face turned red with shame as she sensed the two men looking up at her most private areas, and she squirmed when she felt his hands move upwards towards her pussy.

A heavy swat on her butt made her squeal behind the gag, heaving forward against the couch, digging the arm into her belly.

"Stay still!" he commanded, continuing to feel his way up her legs. 

His fingers stopped at her cunt, and began to prod the flesh there, spreading the lips and looking into her hole. He moved the skin from side to side, pinching it and tugging at it, making her squirm slightly. His finger traced its way up to her tiny clit, and his flick of it made Nicole's legs shake violently. 

He moved his hand away from the clit, moving upwards along the slit until his finger was pressed against the tiny rosebud of her anus. He pushed at it softly, and she whimpered, clenching her buttocks to try to ward off his attentions. He smacked her ass again, hard, making her cry out.

"Relax, bitch," he growled at her. His hands continued their inspection of her private parts.

Nicole took a huge gulp of air, sucking it into her chest, and shut her eyes, trying to block out her surroundings. She felt the man behind her stand up, and she could feel the hardness of his cock pressed up against her thighs.

He placed his cock between her legs, not inside her, but against her slit. He teased her with it, rubbing its large head against her clit. She felt herself growing wetter; she could feel her pussy gasping for the cock, wanting it inside of her. To her embarrassment she thrust her hips backwards towards him, raising her buttocks in welcome, and she heard him chuckle.

"I know what you want, cunt," he said, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks. She groaned, thrusting her hips back again, but he only rubbed his head against her soft region, laughing at her under his breath. "You want it, you have to earn it. Vince, come on over here."

Vince had been standing to the side this whole time, watching the proceedings from a short distance. Now he stepped up and sat on the couch, reclining back. He bent his knees and scooted closer, his groin directly under Nicole's face. Grabbing a handful of Nicole's loose black hair, he pulled her head down until her nose was touching his pants. 

"Get me ready," he said. "Get me ready through the pants so that you can suck me."

Nicole, not knowing exactly what to do, began to nuzzle the small bulge in Vince's pants with her nose, rubbing the fabric back and forth across it. Vince's hand dug deeper into her hair, pulling her head further down, forcing her whole face against his groin.

She groaned against the fabric, struggling to breath, and nuzzled the bulge as well as she could. To her relief, she felt the cock growing beneath the jeans, struggling against its confinement. 

Vince reached down and undid the zipper, pulling his cock out and holding it upwards towards Nicole's face. 

His cock slid easily into her opened mouth, and she instinctively tried to pull back off of it. His hand in her hair prevented this, and he pushed his hips upwards to stab the back of her throat. 

Nicole struggled to relax, breathing deeply and lapping at the base of the staff. The hot skin in her mouth seemed to tighten. Vince directed her head in smooth up and down thrusts, effectively fucking her mouth. 

Dave was still teasing her clit, rubbing his cock along the slit of her pussy, spreading the moisture all around. He held her hips still, while Vince controlled her upper body. Nicole relaxed, allowing the two men to do all the work. She squirmed her hips slightly, moaning around the cock in her mouth, wishing that Dave would impale her. Her hips gyrated gently, against the hands that held her. 

Another smack on her ass stilled her momentarily, but it wasn't long before her lust caused her to thrust backwards again, trying to force the cock against her clit to rub harder. 

Finally, with a soft grunt, Dave thrust his cock into Nicole's cunt. She cried out behind the cock in her mouth and began to suck hard on it. Vince groaned, holding her head tighter. 

The cock filled her completely, stretching the skin around her pussy. She squirmed back on it, forcing it to go deeper into herself. 

Dave groaned, his cock moving in and out of her leisurely. His hands gripped her hips roughly, fingers digging into her soft flesh. Nicole moaned again, licking the cock in her mouth enthusiastically. Her nipples were rubbing against Vince's legs, and she tried to push her breasts further down to rub them harder. 

Nicole's clit felt like liquid fire was pouring over it, her juices running down the flesh and heating up the nub. She flexed her fingers behind her back, longing to finger herself while she was being fucked. 

Dave thrust himself hard into her, harder than before, and she groaned loudly. 

"You've got to try a piece of this ass," Dave told Vince, pumping into Nicole.

Vince grunted, easing his hold on Nicole's hair. 

"Want to trade?" he asked.

Dave pulled out of Nicole, causing her to whimper behind Vince's cock. She thrust her hips back, yearning for more. Dave patted her bottom and walked over to the couch while Vince pulled Nicole's hair, bringing her head completely off his cock and freeing it. He swung his legs over, and got up with a groan, stretching a little bit before moving behind Nicole.

Setting his cock in front of Nicole's face, Dave took hold of her hair, so recently released. Nicole needed no direction but wrapped her lips around Dave's cock as best she could around the gag. She could taste the sour musky juices of her pussy on him.

The cock thrust into her throat, causing her to gag, but she forced herself to relax around it. Her body once more allowed the man holding her hair to direct her head as the large cock in front of her fucked her mouth.

Vince thrust into her suddenly, his cock slick with her saliva. She moaned, and pushed back against it, grinding her hips against his. 

The two men used her body. Nicole whimpered and moaned, struggling for stimulation to rub against her nipples and clit, both places on fire with need. 




Overtime



Seeming to take pity on her, or else wishing to bring her to a climax, Vince moved his hand underneath Nicole's hips, gripping the nub of her clit between his two fingers. He pinched them lightly, causing Nicole almost to scream behind the cock in her mouth. 

She lapped against the base with her tongue violently as it suctioned in and out of her lips. The fingers tugging on her clit brought her to orgasm almost instantly.

Nicole's whole body tensed, her mouth gripping the cock and sucking it hard which made it almost impossible for Dave to continue his thrusts. The cock in her mouth hardened further, and Nicole could feel spurts of his cum shooting into her throat while Dave groaned loudly.

Her cunt tightened around Vince's cock, and his thrusts became wild. He pumped into her rapidly, his own body reaching its climax and spitting his cum into her pussy, filling it to the brim. She felt the warm liquid shooting into her from both ends, down her throat and up her cunt. She whimpered as her orgasm ended, her whole body went limp. 

Dave fell back against the couch, his body limp as well. Vince pulled out of Nicole's sticky pussy with a wet sucking noise, groaning, satisfied. He picked up Nicole's shirt and wiped off his dick before putting his pants back on. He tossed the shirt to Dave.

"Use it to clean up," he said. "We still have some business to conduct."

Nicole whimpered softly, still leaning over the arm of the couch. 

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Chicklet 



Overtime



It was a big job and I had already been on-site for three days. The assignment was originally a simple migration from a Microsoft platform to a Linux Back-Office solution. Backing up data and moving all the servers to Linux would normally be a one-day affair, two at the most. The difficulty came when I discovered so many of the desktops were still running Windows 95, which presented a sticky set of issues dealing with security and authentication. I could have worked it out but my suggestion for them to upgrade the hardware and install Windows 2000 on all the desktops was the better solution and they went for it. Oh well, just what I wanted to do; set up a Windows server so I could do a push installation on all the new hardware.

The upside of it was I began to get quite friendly with the senior V.P. in charge of the I.T. Department. Danielle was a vivacious woman. Fifty years old with dark red hair that rippled in soft waves to her shoulders, when not tied back in a bun as she normally wore it. Her green eyes that peered from behind a pair of black-framed, horn-rimmed glasses; sparkled when she laughed and flashed with the intensity of a laser when she was angry. She carried her well-proportioned, five-foot six-inch frame with poise and dignity. Her stride was purposeful, which made the clack of her three-inch pumps a distinctive sound that always warned of her imminent approach. The hem of her three-piece suit stopped just below her knees, a trifle long by today's standards, but it would be hard to imagine her wearing anything else. In short, she would never be mistaken as one of the many secretaries that lined the wide hallways of the office building.

In my first hour on-site, one of the young geeks in Network Administration had taken me aside and warned me about her, saying she was Hell-on-Wheels and a real bitch to get along with. They had nicknamed her Medusa, probably for her hair as much as her eyes; which could wilt a lesser person in seconds.

I, however, found no validity in such assertions. Instead I found her to be witty, charming and a true delight to be around. Danielle was a breath of fresh air in what I would otherwise deem a staid and drab environment. Perhaps it was because we were both the same age and came from similar backgrounds. Or perhaps it might be that we shared the same views on life; lamenting the sad state of affairs today's work force, the lack of education and competency and the prevalence of ignorance and apathy. I guess we were both stuck in the '60's.

I had arrived early with the intention of finishing up the job that day so to avoid a long weekend of sitting around a motel room while I waited for business to resume on Monday. Most of the personnel didn't arrive until 10:00 A.M., and I had made an appreciable dent in my task by that time. I decided to take a break and made my way to the lunchroom, hoping I might run into Danielle there. Truth is, I damn near did, too. We literally bumped into each other at one of the tight corners next to the elevators.

"Oh, am I glad to see you!" Danielle gasped as she regained her balance.

"Wonderful! It is so refreshing to be appreciated for something other than my mind." I responded with a grin.

She gave me a quizzical look for a few moments, frowning as if I had just spoken to her in Swahili. Then her face broke out in a grin.

"Heh-heh. Funny. That took me completely by surprise," she chortled. "You do come up with the damnedest things. I bet you stay up all night thinking of new quips and quotes."

"Nah, it's all off-the-cuff. Keeps me on my toes."

"Yeah, you say things like that to keep other people off balance. It's your way of trying to maintain the upper hand. I see through you, you insecure fraud!" She laughed.

"Alas, I've been found out! My carefully constructed charade is for naught! My fate is sealed! Now I must retire to the Network Admin dungeon and dine on dirt and rat turds. Oh woe is me!" I responded as I backed away, holding my hands out in front of myself in mock defense.

"No, that fate must await you, Sir Knight, for I have need of your skills and I wouldn't want them dulled by such fare," Danielle snickered as she took my hand and led me down the hall.

"Oh Fair Maiden, what would you have from such a lowly one as I?" I inquired.

"Sir Knight, if you pardon the mixed metaphor, I need you to consult with the Oracle at Delphi, via cell phone of course."

"But of course. An overseas flight is not in my itinerary nor my budget." I snorted. "What, pray tell, am I to inquire of the Oracle?"

"Beseech her to divine the meaning of the phrase, `CuSeeme has generated a Fatal Exception', then come to my chambers and work your magic on my computer."

"Huh?"

Danielle looked around her briefly before continuing.

"My CuSeeme software not only crashed but it killed my computer. It won't even boot now. I just get a blinking cursor."

"Ahh, yes. Not the first time I have run into that, though it has been a couple of years."

"I'd get one of the geeks in Network Admin to look at it, but I am not comfortable with having any of those twits in my home," she said with a frown.

She looked up at me and batted her eyes before continuing, "I'll reward you handsomely, Sir Knight, with a table fit for your King."

"Fair Maiden, your offer is accepted, for I fear I shall truly perish were I to place but one more morsel of Howard Johnson's fare between my reluctant lips."

"It's a date, then?"

"Sure! You want me to meet you in the parking lot?"

"Don't be silly. I'm sure everyone expects me to take you out to dinner tonight anyway. I mean, that is accepted practice once a job like this is completed."

The rest of the day passed without event and I was able to complete the job. I was looking forward to spending the evening in Danielle's company, even if it was just dinner.

The ride to Danielle's home took about thirty minutes, during which time I was able to observe her in other than professional surroundings. She drove a car like she drove her subordinates, cautiously yet aggressively. Although we chatted at length about nothing, her attention never left the road and I was unusually comfortable with her at the wheel.

When we got to her house, the first thing she did when we stepped through the door, was kick off her shoes. I didn't have to be told to do likewise, since the floor was covered in white Berber carpet.

"The computer is in the spare bedroom at the end of the Hall, Robert. You can take at look at it while I get out of these stifling clothes and start dinner."

"Works for me," I said as I made my way in the direction she indicated.

I set my briefcase down on the edge of the computer table and sought out a light switch while taking in my surroundings. The room was plush, furnished in White Oak; Ethan Allen's finest was my guess. The walls were painted in a faux finish that resembled Italian Marble.

"I'm impressed," I muttered as I sat down at the computer table and pulled out the keyboard drawer. Then I froze in shock, for there nestled against the keyboard was an eight-inch, battery-powered dildo. I slowly reached down and picked it up, holding it in my hand as I dwelt upon its meaning.

"Oh Shit!"

Danielle's exclamation jolted me out of my reverie, and I gently placed the device on the edge of the table, next to a bottle of wet that stood there in mute attendance. I looked over at the doorway and beheld Danielle, standing there with her hand over her mouth, a wide-eyed look of astonishment and dismay fixed upon her features. For the first time in my life, I had no easy quip to lessen the tension that filled the room

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed," she said softly as she moved over to pick up the toy from the edge of the table. "I completely forgot about that being in here."

The pieces all fell in place – Cuseeme, the dildo, the bottle of lube, her reluctance to have a co-worker over. It all made sense.

"Probably because this is where is always is, Danielle," I said softly.

She regarded me in silence before sitting down on the edge of the bed. I saw a deep flush start at her neck and radiate up to her ears.

"You know, being particularly astute is not always a good thing, Robert. While it might have been difficult to extricate ourselves from this revelation, you might have tried a different tack, thereby allowing me to salvage some dignity from such an untenable position."

"Why, I see nothing particularly untenable about the situation. You don't do anything that I, and hundreds of other people don't do. Cybersex is considered to be the safest sex of all, and for me, at least, it is all the sex I get."

She was quiet for a moment. Then she raised her head and looked me in the eye.

"It's the sum of my sex life too. A fifty-year old divorcee can find it very difficult to find a good man, and I have neither the time nor the inclination to seek one out. I am happy with my life and my sexual needs are easily met with online sex and plastic lovers. I make no apologies for it. I am just embarrassed that you discovered my little secret."

"Well, your secret is safe with me, for I too have no desire to find another mate. I made it through the first year after my divorce and the subsequent five years have not changed my mind."

I paused for a moment then decided I would reveal a deeply personal aspect of my own. "Watching women pleasure themselves while I do the same is as fulfilling as it is exciting for me."

"Is that what you like, Robert? Watching women masturbate?"

"Yes. There you have it. I too possess dirty little secrets that I don't want the world to know."

"Heh, seems we have more in common that either of us ever realized. You know what really gets me off, Robert?"

"Watching other couples? Watching other women?" I asked.

"Oh that can be titillating enough under the right circumstances," she purred. "No Robert, I love watching a man stroke his cock. There is nothing more exciting to me than watching a guy lean back in his chair and make love to his cock, cupping his balls as his hand slides slowly up and down the length of his shaft. Watching his legs tense up, his hand moving ever faster and then seeing the eruption of his passion. Oooooo, that really gets me going, especially if he is doing it while watching me play."

I regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. That's when I noticed how she was dressed. She had donned a light summer dress that came to mid-thigh. She obviously had removed her bra, since her nipples were now rigidly pressed against the almost sheer cotton fabric. For the first time I noticed just well rounded her breasts were. The three-piece suits she always wore concealed, more than revealed, the nature of her figure.

The stirrings in my loins were a distraction, leading my mind to dwell on subjects that were better left alone. I turned back to the computer and hit the start button. While it was going through the post, I put a boot disk in the floppy drive. As I began to repair her registry, she got up and walked to the other side of the room and procured another chair and positioned on my left.

"I guess the subject made you a little uncomfortable, huh Robert?" She asked softly as she sat down next to me.

"Well, not exactly, Danielle. It just started sending my mind where it doesn't belong," I replied as I hit the reset button and watched the computer come to life.

Danielle leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"You're hard, Robert"

It wasn't a question, nor did it take any unique powers of observation to notice my erection, for my crotch was tented. I reached down and adjusted the offending appendage so that it lay alongside my zipper. As I reached over to place the boot disk back in my briefcase, I felt the soft touch of her fingernails dragging along the length of distended fabric in my lap.

"Very Hard!" She hissed.

"Of course I'm hard, damnit. I am sitting next to a very attractive lady who just confessed to me that she loves to watch guys jerk-off while she masturbates herself. My mind is suddenly filled with visions that had always been nothing more than unrealized fantasies. I can't help it. I truly am very aroused, Danielle."

"You mean fantasies of sitting next to a woman, masturbating together while we both watch other people play? Fantasies of jacking your cock and squirting your cum on my tits and stomach while I writhe in ecstasy?"

Her voice was soft and low, yet throaty with desire. I felt my cock twitch and a small amount of pre-cum must have leaked out for there was now a dark little circle on my otherwise light blue slacks.

"Yeah, something like that," I grunted.

"Are you reading my mind, Robert? Those are the same fantasies that are going through my head right now. You're hard, but my panties are soaked! The wet fabric has slid up between the folds of my sex and the sensation is driving me crazy!"

I groaned as I leaned back and grasped my cock through my trousers.

"Stop it, Danielle. You keep talking like that and I swear I'll whip it out right here and now. I've never been this horny in my life!" I grunted as I squeezed my aching cock, trying to get some relief from the pressure that was building at a prodigious rate within me.

"If you did that Robert, I would whip my panties off and have three fingers shoved up inside of me so fast it would make your head swim."

At that point I didn't know if she was taunting me or throwing down a gauntlet, nor did I care. I had reached the point of no return, and to hell with the consequences. I reached down and unzipped my fly. Since I never wear underwear, my cock sprang free, rigid and demanding my immediate attention. As I wrapped the fingers of my left hand around it, I heard Danielle emit a soft moan.

I turned my head to regard her and nearly came right then and there.

The hem of her dress was up around her waist and she was lifting her ass up off the seat as she tried to push her panties down, but the hem of the dress was in the way. Suddenly, she said, "Fuck It!" and stood up, pulling her dress up over her head and letting it fall to the floor as she pushed down her panties.

As she stepped out of the frilly white garment, she brought her hand to her crotch.

"Take your clothes off, Robert. I want to see all of you," she gasped as she crouched down a little and pushed the two middle fingers of her right hand into her fur-lined orifice.

"Let's do it, Robert! Let's jack-off together!" she said as she sat back down on the chair.

I needed no further encouragement and my clothes were discarded in a pile in short order. I stood before her, gripping my stick like a fighter pilot whose plane is in an uncontrolled dive. I knew if I gave it even one stroke I would explode like a volcano.

"Oh God, Robert! I'm gonna cum!" Danielle cried out as she shoved a third finger into her dripping snatch and cupped her pussy in her hand.

"Oh Fuck, Danielle, I can't hold back!" I exclaimed as the first jet erupted from the swollen head of my cock. My orgasm was so intense that my legs were shaking and I had to reach out for the back of the chair to steady myself as jet after jet of cum erupted from me.

"Oh My God! Oh Fuck Yes! Ohhhhh!" Danielle screamed, as her legs would alternately clamp together then spread apart as she rode the wave of her own orgasm.

Slowly we both came down from our peaks. I was spent but still as hard as Chinese arithmetic. As Danielle removed her hand from her pussy, I edged closer. Then I picked her up and deposited her unceremoniously on the edge of the bed. She stared up at me as her legs dangled over the side of the huge mattress.

Without any preamble, I leaned forward and placed the head of my cock against her vaginal opening. As I started to slide in, she reached up and pushed against my chest.

"Don't ruin it, Robert, please."

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded. "You don't want me?"

"Of course I want you, Robert. It's just that….well,.. my ex-husband always said I had a sloppy pussy. He said it was too big and wet and was like sticking his cock out the window and trying to fuck the world."

I saw tears form in her eyes as she revealed this piece of hurtful information to me.

"I don't want you to be disappointed in me, Robert. It would ruin everything."

"Danielle, I think your ex-husband was full of shit! I've been with a lot of women, and to use a crude phrase, the worst pussy I ever had was excellent! I would love to prove to you that he was wrong, if you'll let me."

She stared up into my eyes as her lips formed into a nervous smile. Slowly her hands moved to my shoulders. Then gently, she drew me down upon her.

"Oh God, I hope you're right," she murmured as I slid my cock into her waiting depths.

She wasn't tight, but who needs tight when the soft, velvety warmth that enveloped my cock was ecstasy in itself. I would pull my cock all the way out then slid it back in slowly, feeling her soft neither lips part. The sensation was exquisite. How does one describe such a sensation? It was less of a squeeze and more of a caress. I could feel the walls of her tunnel of love against every cell of my cock. I fucked her slowly, savoring the sensation like a fine wine.

Danielle watched my face closely for a while, searching for clues as to how I felt. I smiled down at her reassuringly. Then I moved to press my lips against hers as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

"Oh, love me, Robert," she cooed as my thrusts began to quicken.

Making love on the edge of a high bed has some unique advantages. It allows one to experiment with the angle of thrust, so-to-speak, and thusly I did. After a few minutes I found the right approach that would allow me the angle I sought. As I hit her g-spot then pressed my cock firmly against it, her eyes opened wide.

"What are you doing? Unghhhhh, Oh God! Oh My GOD!"

Her head arched back and her mouth formed a soundless `O' as she panted with short, quick breaths.

"Your husband was a fool!" I grunted as I felt my second orgasm approaching.

She was riding a wave of continuous orgasms. I had only seen one other woman in my life cum like that. It was a thrill to watch, made even more so by the sensations I was feeling as the walls of her pussy rippled in spasm with each orgasm. It finally got too much for me to bear and I began to thrust into her maddeningly, my balls slapping against her ass as she pulled her legs up and cried out my name.

"Oh Robert, CUM! Cum in me!" She gasped and I grunted in a spasm of my own.

It was almost like getting hit by a blitzing linebacker. I saw flashes of color in the corner of my eyes as I exploded within her. My whole body tensed up, rigid as Michelangelo's Statue of David.

It was a frozen moment in time, burned indelibly into my memory to be cherished forever.

Finally, exhausted, we collapsed into each other's arms.

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"I told you he was a fool," I sputtered around a mouthful of food as we sat across from each other at her kitchen table.

She just looked at me and smiled. The light in her eyes and the softness that enveloped her face spoke more than words would ever say. It wasn't a feeling of smugness that filled my heart, but one of joy. I realize that I had inadvertently brought down a wall that was prohibiting her from enjoying life to the fullest. In the truest sense of the word, her ex-husband had abused her, not physically but emotionally. He had trammeled her self-esteem leaving her with a feeling of inadequacy that she had not been able to overcome. I felt tears coming to my eyes as I watched her.

"Robert, I think we are treading on very dangerous ground," she said with a thoughtful look on her face.

"I know what you mean, Danielle. I have never felt this way with a woman before. We seem to have so very much in common and yet we know very little about each other."




Overtime



"I know, and I don't care. Maybe it's only infatuation, Robert, but let's live it! Let's take this train and see where it goes."

She was quiet and almost pensive, staring down into her plate. When she looked up, tears were streaming down the side of her face.

I stood up and walked around the table. As I approached her chair, she stood up also and reached out to embrace me.

"Oh Robert, you have given me something I thought I had lost. I feel complete again."

"It was always there, Danielle. I haven't given you anything but the ability to find it again."

She arched her head back and drew my face down to hers. She pressed her lips to mine and I felt my whole being engulfed by her warmth.

The moment passed, and she stepped back away from me.

"Let's clear the table and go find out who's on CuSeeme," she said with a wicked grin.



Overtime



Finally, after a rather long day, we were finally closed for the night. I was your closing driver for the night, and only the two of us were left in the store. We had most of the cleaning done early, cause neither one of us wanted to stay any longer than we had to. The ovens were already off, and I was finishing up the floors, while you were making the final deposit, and finishing up the paperwork for the day.

As soon as I finished the floors, I came into the office to let you know that I was finished, and that I was ready to get going. I walked in just as you were sealing the deposit bag. The printer was already half way through the paperwork. I came up behind you and started rubbing your shoulders like I always do, and you groaned like you always do, and leaned forward, putting your head down on the desk. After a couple minutes of that, you leaned up again with a grin on your face and thanked me. You started to clean up the desk and I started rubbing your shoulders again. This time you leaned back in the chair until it was pressed against me. You closed your eyes, and just enjoyed the rub down. I couldn’t help but to look. Your beautiful face sitting there looking so peaceful. Your breasts slowly went up and down with each breath you took. You looked so good. I just couldn’t help it.

I slowly bent down towards you, careful not to stop the massage. I held my breath as I slowly moved in. I was so close. The excitement of it was intoxicating. I had to do it. I leaned to you, and very gently kissed the side of you neck. I guess I surprised you, cause you jumped a little. I was scared out of my mind, and I thought for sure there was a slap in my future. But, you never opened your eyes, and a smile formed on your lips as you tilted your head to one side, exposing more of your neck to my lips. I did it again, just to make sure that you weren’t gonna kill me, and your smile got a little wider. I kissed your neck again, this time lightly dragging my tongue along your skin. I saw the goose bumps pop up on your arm as you shivered a little bit. I slowly made my way to your ear, where I lightly sucked on your earlobe, and then gave it a little nibble. I was breathing softly into your ear, and I could tell it was having an effect, cause the goose bumps on your arms didn’t go away. 

My hands had stopped moving, and I don’t think either one of us had realized that your massage has stopped. I slid my hands down the sides of your arms to kind of embrace you in a backwards hug. You wrapped your arms around mine, and held me to you. I kissed your neck once more, and then softly whispered in your ear.

“I want you.”

I’m getting slapped for sure now. I was sure of it. But, to my surprise, you smiled again, and your arms came up behind you, and you wrapped them around the back of my neck, pulling me towards you. I lightly kissed my way from your neck to your cheek, and then your head turned, and my lips found yours. The kiss was electric. Nothing had ever felt that good. Neither one of moved, we just kept our lips pressed together for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, I lifted my head up a little, breaking the kiss, and both of us took deep breaths. Then you pulled me back down, and kissed me again. This time, our mouths parted a little, and our tongues stated to play with each other. 

Again, I was so mesmerized by the kissing, that I forgot that I had hands. As soon as I remembered them, they started to slowly move down your sides. With your arms up behind you and around my neck, the entire front and sides of your body were wide open for me. I brought my hands around you, and started moving them up towards your breasts. Again, I was nervous thinking I was going to far, and that a slap was on its way, but you didn’t even break our kiss. My hands slowly moved up until I was holding your breasts. I started to slowly caress them, and I could feel your nipples sticking out through your bra and shirt. I lightly took hold of them between my finger and thumb, and gave them a little pinch, and pulled a little.  A slight moan escaped your lips as you finally broke our kiss. Your head went back all the way, until it was leaning against my shoulder. Then you started kissing my neck. The sensations that ran though my body were amazing. I wanted you so bad, it was driving me crazy. My hands went down to your sides again, and I started to tug at your shirt. You lifted up a little so that I could get it untucked. I pulled the shirt free, and my hands went under it. I loved the way your skin felt under my hands. I made my way back up your body, and started to rub your breasts again. You had stopped kissing my neck, and you just had your head leaning back on my shoulder, and your warm breath was tickling the little hairs on my neck. The silky fabric and lace of your bra just made me even hotter. I tweaked your nipples a couple more timed, and then I felt it. A clasp. Your bra closed in the front. I smiled as I took hold of it, and had it undone in less than two seconds. I opened your bra, freeing your breasts from their prison. I moved the cups to your sides, and came back. Your smooth skin felt wonderful as I lightly rubbed my hands over you. Your nipples were quite hard, and I couldn’t help taking hold of them to lightly rub and pull on them. Your breathing was getting heavier against my neck, and I could tell that you were getting excited.

Finally you started to move your hands from around the back of my neck, and I started to stand up straight. Leaning down behind you was starting to kill my back. But, you wouldn’t let me stand. You grabbed a hold of the back of my shirt, and started pulling it over my head. It was all I could do to get my hands up to the buttons to undo them before you strangled me. My shirt came off, and hit the floor. Before you had a chance to pull me back down to you, I took hold of your shirt, and started pulling up. You sat up in the chair, and put your arms up, allowing me to pull your shirt off of you. Your shirt joined mine on the floor, and then I put your arms down so I could slide your bra off of them. Once it hit the floor, I thought you were going to turn around to face me, but you started to lean back again. I could already feel the pain in my back again, so I reached over with my foot, and snagged the other chair, and pulled it back behind me. I sat down, and scooted myself closer to your chair. You leaned back again, and the chair leaned back far enough so that to top of it was against my chest, and the back of your head was against the front of my shoulder. The view was wonderful. I could see straight down the front of your body. Your breasts were again going up and down with each breath  I turned to look at you, and found your eyes starring into mine. I leaned down to kiss you again, and your arms went around the back of my neck again, allowing my hands free access to your beautiful body. The kiss was passionate this time. Both of very into it. My hand came to the side of your face, and I gently held you in place while our tongues fought with each other for space. I broke the kiss, and you let your head relax on my shoulder, and your eyes closed. My hands went back to your body, rubbing, caressing every inch of your skin. Your nipples looked like the could break through steel as I gently glided my hands over your breasts. You started to kiss my neck again, and I started moving my hands a little lower. I found the top of your pants, and I slowly ran my hands down the top of your thighs, and then back up your hips. You relaxed your legs a little allowing them to open. I took the hint, and ran my hands down the top of your thighs again, this time bringing them up the inside of your thighs slowly. When I reached the top, I pressed a little harder, and you groaned as your legs fell completely open for me. My left hand came up to caress your breast some more, while my right hand slide back down your thigh, coming back up again to rest in the middle. The heat coming from you was amazing. I started to rub you through your pants, and your breathing got very heavy against my neck. I reached down and took hold of the button on your pants, releasing it, and then slowly took your zipper down. I could see your sheer black panties now, and the sight sent a jolt straight through me. My hand went down your pants, slowly gliding over the sheer fabric. I couldn’t believe how wet your were when I reached your mound. I could feel every contour through the thin fabric of your panties, especially because of how damp they were. I really had you worked up, and I was loving it. I started rubbing you some more, this time between your lips. My finger slid very easily into your groove, and I ran it up and down, rubbing the fabric against your most sensitive skin.

I guess it was driving you nuts, cause after a couple of minutes, you suddenly sat up the chair, stood up and pushed your pants down to your ankles, and your panties went with them. You realized that you couldn’t get them off over your shoes, and you violently kicked your shoes off, and then sat back down, and kicked the rest of your clothing off. You leaned back against me, this time completely naked. You looked at me and smiled, and I leaned down to kiss you again, as my hand went back down between your legs. My finger was soaked almost instantly as I ran it down between your folds. I brought it back up and lightly tickled your clit, which forced you to break the kiss, and take a keep breath. The moans that came out of you next told me to keep going. My finger slid back down until I found your hold. I lightly teased the outside of it, acting like I was going in, but never did. Your hips started to move up a little, trying to get my finger inside of you, but I wasn’t going to allow that to happen. I kept sliding my finger up and down, tickling your clit at the top, and teasing your hole at the bottom. Then I got a better idea.

I took my hand away, and you sighed looking up at me to see what was wrong. All you saw was a big smile on my face, as I knelt down on the floor beside you, and spun your chair around till you were facing me. You looked down at me with a confused look on your face, and then I put my hands under your legs, and your expression changed. Your butt was almost off the each of the chair already, and I just scooted a little closer, pushing my arms around your thighs, and bringing my hands over the top to rest of your mound. I leaned in, and your head went back.

I very lightly dragged my tongue from bottom to top. Not hard enough for your lips to open to me, but enough that you could feel it. I did this a couple times, lightly flicking my tongue at the top and bottom. Then, with no real warning, I pressed face into you. My tongue immediately found your clit, and I ran the tip of my tongue around it as your reached down and grabbed my head. You took a very deep breath, the muscles in your legs tightened squeezing my head between them, and I knew you were cumming. Your whole body shook for a good ten seconds, and then your muscles started to relax, and I was once again able to breathe. I looked up at you, and your eyes were still closed, and your breathing was still heavy, and I decided that I wasn’t done. I dove back in, making you jump, and I starting licking you top to bottom and back again. My tongue found your entrance and started teasing it just as my finger had. I started to let it slide into you a little, and you started moaning again, this time a little louder. I started to push the tip of my tongue in and out of you, while my fingers started to gently rub your clit. You were very sensitive from your orgasm, and every time I brushed against it, you jumped a little more. Finally you reached down and pushed my face away. You smiled as you looked at me and saw how wet my mouth, cheeks, and chin were. You took my hands, and stood up, pulling me up with you. You kissed me. And I mean you kissed me hard. I reached around to hold you while your tongue danced in my mouth. You hands suddenly appeared on my belt buckle, and you started to undo it. Not wanting to make the same mistake, I started kicking my shoes off right then. You had my pants undone, and zipper down in no time, and you were already pushing them down when I got my second shoe off. My pants and underwear fell to my feet, and you reached around my neck to return the embrace you were in. I kicked my clothes off my feet, and you broke the kiss. You smiled at me as you pushed me backwards, causing me to almost fall, until I felt the chair behind me. I sat down and looked up you.

You looked down at me with a big smile, and as your eyes traveled down my body, your smile got much wider when you saw me sticking straight up at you strong, proud, and hard as a rock. You stepped to me, and then your legs went on both sides of me. You stood over me like that, straddling me and looked down. I reached up and put my hands on your cheeks, and pulled your face down to mine. We kissed again, this time a soft, gentle, passionate kiss. Your arms went around my neck, and you slowly lowered yourself down onto my lap. You slide up on my legs until you could feel me pressed against you. You brought one hand down my body, and took hold of me, and lightly started stroking me up and down. I started to moan a little, and you broke the kiss. You stood up again, not releasing your grip on me, and moved a little bit closer, and then started to sit down again. You positioned perfectly, and you slowly started to lower yourself onto me.

My mind went into overdrive as the sensations shot though me, and your must have to, cause your head went flying backwards as you slid yourself down on me. You felt so wonderful. Silky, wet, and tight. Finally, you sat down all the way, and I was completely inside you. My arms went around your back, and yours went around my neck, and we just sat there for a couple minutes, enjoying the feeling of each other. Finally, your hips started moving back and forth a little, allowing me to slide out of just a little before sliding right back in. It was amazing. I had been dreaming of this for so long, and it was finally happening. Your hips were moving back and forth a little more, letting more than half way out before going back in. Our breathing was getting faster, and your hips started going faster. My hands slid down to your ass, and I started squeezing every time you slide me back inside. I started to lift a little bit, and you started to lift yourself a little bit every time. Up, down, back and forth, you rode me like that for nearly five minutes. My hands came back around your back, and I started to lean you backwards. You knew I wouldn’t let you fall, and you leaned back against my arms, exposing your breasts to my mouth. I took each nipple in my mouth one at a time and sucked on them, and nibbled a little. When I looked down, I could see myself sliding in and out of you. That was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. To be able to see and feel what was happening was almost too much. I focused my attention back to your breasts, but you leaned up again, and pressed your mouth to mine. You started to lift yourself up higher, and slam back down on me. Not really going back and forth anymore at all. You’d lift yourself up slowly, dragging me out of you, and then you’d slam yourself back down, impaling yourself on me. You broke the kiss and you started bouncing up and down, and you were moaning with every move now. I did my best to hold onto you as you bucked against me, and I did my best to hold on to myself. It was getting to be a little too much, and I knew I was close. You started riding a little faster, and your moans got a little louder, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take much more. Finally, it was too much, and I exploded inside of you with a very loud moan. My head went back as I unloaded into you. The feeling it caused you set you off mere moments after I went off. You crushed yourself down against me, forcing me very deep inside, and you didn’t move. Every muscle in your body went rigid, and you held your breath. The only movement happening way my convulsing inside you. You let out your breath with a loud moan, and slowly started to relax your muscles, as I did the same. We came down from our orgasmic highs together with smiles on our faces. Your eyes finally opened to find me looking at you. You leaned forward and started to kiss me. I kissed back, and held you for what must have been 10 minutes.

Finally, we decided that maybe we should get out of the store. Hell, maybe we should clock out. All that time and we were still clocked in. Oh well, there’s nothing like getting paid overtime for having the best sex of your life. 



Overtime



I was working one Saturday morning in the front office and could hear someone come in the back door of the warehouse. I went back to check to find out who had just come in. The office door to the back is always open and I just peeked out to see a gorgeous blond with tight jeans, short T-shirt with midriff showing emphasizing large tits. It was Kathy, the walking wet dream. I went back to my office to work, or at least tried to work. 

After a half-hour I gave up and started to get ready for this afternoon's football game. I needed to change there at work as I was going from there straight to the game. I decided to change in my office instead of the washroom down the hall. I stripped down to my birthday suit and proceeded to pull my gear out of my sports bag. 

Just then I heard Kathy in the kitchen getting some coffee ready. I started to feel really naughty and was kind of hoping she would cruise the office area and see me naked with a rising problem. After awhile she still had not come through the office area and me feeling a little brave I decided to walk down to the kitchen without my clothes. I couldn't believe I was doing this but it was so bad that it felt great. I turned the corner to the common area and she was gone back to her work area. God, what a let down but I wanted more. I wanted her to look at me naked.

I went back to my office and put on some of my gear, a T-shirt and spandex shorts. I usually put loose fitting shorts over top of my spandex shorts but I had another idea. I was going to show off to Kathy and see her reaction. My cock was at half-mast and produced a sizeable bulge in the front. I put on my foot-gear and went back to the warehouse pretending not to know Kathy was there.

"Hey, Doug," Kathy called, "what are you doing here on a Saturday." I looked surprised to see her. 

"Oh, hi. Just catching up on some work." I walked over to where she was working. She looked straight at my crotch, wide-eyed, and I looked to my right pretending to be interested in something else giving her time to look me over. I turned back and Kathy was still looking at my crotch with eyes that looked a little soft and dreamy like she was thinking of something.

"I was just on my way to football," I said explaining my attire. Just than another co-worker came in the back door. I quickly became self-conscious of the situation and moved my sports bag out in front to cover my growing cock. "See you later," I waved to her. 

"Yeah, see you," she croaked back. I walked to the side door and before going through I turned to see if Kathy was watching. She was definitely checking out my ass.

I got in my car and drove to the game. On the way there I couldn't get the feeling, nor the sight of Kathy starring wide-eyed at my cock, out of my mind. Life was good.

The following Saturday I had to work as well and got there early to make sure the work was done before any distractions occurred. I had gotten a few hours in when sure enough Kathy entered the warehouse at the same time as last week and started her work. I continued to work for a period of time before my mind could not function at this level. I started thinking about last week and wanted more of that feeling.

Today I was wearing casual clothes, jeans and golf shirt. I went back to the warehouse to talk to Kathy. She was busy working away and didn't notice me coming. This gave me time to check her out, blonde hair, jeans, T-shirt, no bra, and budding nipples. "Kathy, you working another Saturday," I said. 

She looked up, "Yeah, such is the life." "What are you doing here?" 

"I needed to get some work done on one of my projects," I said. "You are one of the technicians working on the project, do you mind going over some of the work," I asked.

"Not at all, what do you need?" 

I explained some of what was required, "Why don't we go to my office and go through some of the material?" 

"Sure," Kathy said and jumped up making her tits bounce. I wonder what they feel like I thought. 

I walked to my office and Kathy followed me. "Have a seat," I said. I sat behind my desk and we began to talk about some of the project. 

After a half-hour I excused my self to go to the washroom. I went to take a leak and couldn't help but finish off with a couple of extra pulls. I was feeling naughty again so I decided to take my underwear off and go commando style. It felt better and gave me more room down my leg pants. Back at my desk we continued to talk about the project. 

At some point we needed to discuss one particular component and Kathy said she would get the manual so that we could better understand. When she left I sat there thinking about this sexy woman. I undid my zipper thinking I could adjust my package when I heard her down the hall coming back to my office. I just shifted the chair under my desk so she wouldn't notice my zipper down.

"Here's the manual," she announced when she came back in the room. We went through the manual making a list of work items that we needed to complete with this particular component. I was looking over the list, not really thinking about work. I was starting to get that feeling again, and could feel my cock start to rise. My zipper was open and I knew I was going commando. I wanted to see what Kathy would do if she could see me like this, so I decided to lean back in my chair. With the to-do list clasped in front of me I leaned back giving her an unobstructed view of my crotch. I knew she couldn't see much the way everything was situated, I just wanted to play this out and see what she would do. The list was held in front to prevent me from noticing my predicament.

I went on talking about the project, just rambling really. Every once in a while I would look up at Kathy. Her eyes started out as big as saucers, and she kept looking down toward the project list I kept referring to. Her eyes slowly became soft and dreamy again. I tried not to get hard as that would be a give away and she would know this was not an accident. She never said a word just kept staring. 

I looked down at her beautiful tits and those budding nipples were now full grown eraser size just waiting to be sucked. I know she couldn't see much but I also know she didn't want to stop it either. 

"Maybe we should go back and take a look at this before we proceed," I said. 

She looked up, "Ok, let's go back to my workstation." 

She reluctantly got up and started down the hall. I put the list in the manual inside cover, picked up the manual and followed her down the hall. While she wasn't looking I adjusted my cock sideways so that I had more room. With my zipper fully opened this exposed some of my cock. I used the manual to cover me and waited for the right moment.

Kathy sat down and started talking about the component and the work list we put together. She was using the unit to make her points. When she was gesturing with her hands I couldn't help think how I would like those wrapped around my cock pumping it dry.

"Doug?" 

I heard my name, "Yes?" 

"I said, do you have the work list?," Kathy repeated. 

"Sorry, just thinking," I explained. I handed her the manual, "Inside cover," I explained. I was standing across the workbench from Kathy and my cock was now partly exposed. What a rush, I was desperately trying not to get any harder.

Kathy reached in took out the list and went through some of the items. She looked up at me and handed the list to me, "What did you want done with item 10?" I took the list and just stared at it giving her time to look me over. 

I glanced over the sheet at her and she was staring at my half-exposed cock. I noticed that one of her hands had moved to her chest and was gently rubbing one of her nipples. I wondered what color they were, pink or maybe brown. 

"Well, let's take a look at this unit," I said. Walking around the workbench I stood beside Kathy. My cock was only inches from her mouth and she kept looking at it. I pretended not to notice her attention but continued talking about our project.

I crouched down and pulled the manual closer to the edge of the bench and started talking about one of the functions of the unit. Pulling the manual close to my chest I began reading. Feeling like I wanted to keep pushing this charade I dropped one hand down to pull my cock out of my pants and gave it some discrete pumps. I was getting harder.

Having finished I stood up with the manual close to my chest so as to once again hide my predicament. I think Kathy stopped breathing for a moment, then I heard this long intake of breath. She was staring at my exposed cock. It felt wicked and sexy. I wanted her to lean forward, take it in her mouth and suck. 

Kathy rose from her chair and stood in front of me. She gazed into my eyes like she had something to say and I gave her an inquisitive look. She was only inches away and I lowered my eyes to her nipples. They were sticking out and looked very hard.

"Doug, I need to tell you something," Kathy said.

"I'm all ears," I said.

After a moment she said, "Not all ears."

"Well, I will try to listen as best I can," I responded. "What is it?"

"You…ahh…well..," she was having difficulty saying what she wanted. I knew what was on her mind but didn't want to interfere. I wanted to prolong the moment. "Well,…your zipper is down," Kathy finally said.

I didn't move and just kept staring at her. After awhile I said, "I'm not falling for that one ever again."

"No, no…your zipper is really down"

"I'm sorry you are going to have to do better than that." Kathy looked at me for a moment then leaned forward as if to whisper in my ear and I felt her hand wrap around my cock. She cradled it ever so softly then gave it a good squeeze. With her sexy small hand around my cock I could have shot off right there and then. 

I put the manual down and pretended to be embarrassed. I gently stuffed the big guy back in my pants and pulled up my zipper. 

"I'm so sorry," I explained. "I'm so embarrassed." I turned and walked back to my office. Kathy followed me and sat opposite my desk when I sat down.

"I don't know what to say," I pleaded to her.

She looked at me with a big smile and said, "Don't worry about it."

"How could it have happened," I feinted ignorance.

"It must have been when you went to the washroom," Kathy responded. 

"Did you notice it after I came back?"

Her face started to go red, "Yes, but didn't want to embarrass you."

I looked at her for a moment, "Wait a minute, you let me walk around with my zipper down and you didn't say anything?"

Kathy's face got redder and she opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. I got up from my chair and walked over to the door, closed and locked it. "Payback time," I explained.

"What?"

"You owe me big time, so I want to collect. You let me walk around with my cock hanging out and you didn't say anything." 

"Ahh…"

"You owe me! I want to see your pussy."

"No way," Kathy squeaked. 

"Yes, way," I replied.

"I really didn't see that much," Kathy pleaded.

"My zipper was down," I demonstrated by pulling the zipper down. "And my cock was sticking out," I pulled it out. "And you let me you let me walk around like this." I was now standing in front of Kathy with my cock out and it looked big, purple, erect and hard as a rock.

Kathy was now staring openly at my hard cock. Time pasted slowly for a moment or two and then Kathy idly got up from her seat and started to unbuckle her pants. With the pants loose she wiggled them over her hips revealing a sexy white lace thong, my favorite. Once free of her hips they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. Throughout this Kathy never stopped looking at my cock. Now she looked up questioningly. 

"The panties as well," I stated.

Without hesitation Kathy hooked her thumbs into the panties and pulled them down to below her knees. I noticed a wet spot on the panties. Once past her knees she let them fall to the ground and stood erect. All I could do is stare at her bald pussy. If possible I was getting harder, painfully harder.

"How about you? I never got to see everything." Kathy commanded, "Take your pants off."

I unsnapped my pants and pulled them down. Stepping away from my pants I walked the few short steps toward Kathy.

"Kathy, I need to tell you something."

"What's that," she croaked.

Knelling down in front of Kathy I said, "Your pussy is showing."

"I won't fall for that again," she said weakly.

I leaned forward and licked her pussy and mound. Kathy was wet and very sweet tasting. She let out a low moan. I grabbed her firm butt with both hands and began to eat her pussy with considerable eagerness. Leaning back against the desk and raising a leg over my shoulder Kathy accommodated my wild desire to lick her pussy.

"Ohhh…Owww….Ohhh. Don't stop that feels so…Ohh…good!" I reached up under her shirt, feeling those magnificent tits. I pinched her nipples, "Ahhhh…Ahhh."

"Please, I need to feel your cock deep in my pussy," Kathy moaned. I stood up, shoved all my desk paraphernalia aside and set Kathy on the desk. She leaned back and spread her legs. "Fuck me," she ordered.

I looked down at my hard cock. I could swear it was longer than my usual 7 inches. I grabbed my cock and placed it at her gaping pussy. It was dripping wet from my saliva and her pussy juice. Entering Kathy was an experience I would not so forget, warm, wet and tight. I began to slowly pump my hard cock in and out of her pussy.

I placed one hand behind her head and leaned in to kiss her. Our mouths met with such passion as we played with each other's tongue. Moving my hands down her body I reached the bottom of her shirt and started to pull it up over her head. 

We broke our kiss and I finished pulling her shirt over her head. Looking at those tantalizing tits I leaned in to nibble on her nipples. They were light brown. 

"Fuck me hard…Ohh…Fuck me good!" Kathy wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed in time to my thrusts. "Come…on…baby…fuck…me…hard," Kathy encouraged me on between my pounding her pussy with a rock hard cock. She kept cheering me on getting louder as she got closer to her pinnacle. I was getting closer to cumming myself. 

Kathy's breathing came faster and closer, then she started to shake violently. "Fu..uuck!" I couldn't take it anymore and blew my load. With each thrust it felt like I filled her pussy with a gallon of cum. Kathy had stopped breathing and was shaking, squeezing me tight with her tanned muscular legs. I could live this moment forever.

"Uhhhhhh…Uhhhh," I grunted while still pumping in and out of that tight pussy. We collapsed back onto the desk just holding each other and trying to catch our breath. She started kissing my cheek, I turned and kissed her beautiful lips.

Kathy pulled her head back, looking at me. "Are you working next Saturday as well," she asked, her crooked smile teasing me.

I smiled back, "I'm sure something will come up. But, I still have some work here to finish."



Overtime



It started out as just another boring day at work. The only good thing was that it was Friday. Where I work we have things going on until mid-afternoon but from about 3-4:30 I am usually by myself and the place is empty.  I decided to lock up all the buildings and get ready to close early. Returning to the main building, I closed the upstairs portion and locked the back door. It was getting cold and the weather spoke of snow. The streets were bare and the wind swirled the litter and leaves around the pockets of cars and buildings.  

As I neared the computer lab, I heard furious typing. I looked in to see a young woman working very intently. How is it going? Terrible, my computer at home broke and I have to retype my whole paper plus I locked my keys in my car and no one is home to bring me a second set.  That is a bad day. Well let me know if I can help in anyway. Can you type? Sure, I do it every day. Do you want me to take some and enter the text so you can merge it later? Are you sure? No worries, I have nothing to do anyway. She handed me a set and I returned to my desk in the lobby. 

It was an interesting paper and soon I had my part finished. I saved it to disk and returned to the lab. Here is your paper. Thank you so much, now to be a bigger pain how do you merge them. I sat down beside her and we quickly had the paper merged and finished. What time do you close? Well actually, we are closed. I had locked the front door before returning to the lab so that I would not have to stay later with a last minute walk-in.  

I am so sorry for keeping you. Not at all, that is why they pay me the big bucks. I owe you big time. Don't worry about it, just glad I could help. She rose to gather her things and upon doing so dropped her papers all over the floor.  I could not help but notice her firm round ass outlined by her blue jeans. 

So do you like my ass? I was dumbfounded and very embarrassed. Sorry was all I could say. She smiled turned and walked over leaned into my face and whispered, you need to be punished for being a bad boy and rewarded for your kindness. With that, she kisses me. Her tongue slowly invaded my mouth and our tongues started to dance. Beckoning mine back into her mouth she began to nibble and suck my tongue hard. 

I am amazed that my tongue will stretch so far. I feel my cock beginning to grow and soon it has a hand rousting it to full alert. Mmmm this feels nice. Are we alone here? Yes. Maybe we should lock the doors so we will not be interrupted. I locked up on the way back. I wanted off on time. Therefore, you want me to stop and leave. Um hell no! Good because I need to work off this stress. With that, my pants seemed to melt off me and my cock stood at full attention. 

My clean-shaven member brought a giggle and oh how cute. She knelt down and grabbed my cock with both hands and with a grip that could make a dockworker cry began to stroke my cock. Taking something out of her purse, she drizzled the substance over my shaft and suddenly things got slippery. The sensation was incredible as we stared into each other's eyes.  Her smile hinted of mischief and she removed one hand and began unbuttoning her oxford blouse. Her ample breast we barely restrained by an open front bra. Soon they rush forward. She leans forward and wraps them around my shaft. The lube made it slide easily between them. Lowering her head her tongue would swirl around the head. MMM this stuff is flavored and your cock tastes like cherries. 

I am in heaven. She begins to swallow my cock and then gives my balls a real workout. I writhe in pure pleasure. I know that I will not be able to hold out much longer. Suddenly there is pressure on my anus and a finger slides inside. At the same time, she begins nibbling the head of my cock and then swallowing all of it and really milking me. I am so close and moaning loudly. Just as I reach release, she puts pressure on my prostrate and shuts me down.

I said you would be punished. I am in agony. My balls ache and my cock trembles. She rises and we kiss again. I taste the cherry flavor mingled with my taste. The combination is intoxication. She unbuttons her jeans and removes them to reveal a delicate pair of lace panties. I can see a well-trimmed dark mound beneath. She slowly peels them down revealing a glistening mound.

With cat like grace, she leaps onto my lap and smothers my face with her sweet slit. I find her swollen clit and begin to suck and nibble it with total abandon. I slide a finger inside and massage her g-spot. Suck my clit hard she barks. I comply and she grinds my face hard. Her hands have a death grip on my hair forcing my face tight to her dripping pussy. I nearly drown in her juices as she cums. 

She leans over and braces herself on the desk. Turn the chair around and rotate her so she now sits on the desk. I put her legs over my shoulders and really begin lapping at her clit. She is nearly screaming and I fear that she will snap my neck with the pressure she is exerting with her legs. I take two fingers and begin pumping her tight hole and hammering her g-spot. My thumb teases the barrier of her ass.

Oh yeah baby finger my ass. Soon my two fingers and thumb are working her hot holes. She cums again and with care I keep one flowing into the other. She is so sweet and each mouthful of nectar seems to make me hungrier. Her orgasms seem to flow from one to the other. Finally, she pushes me away. Sliding off the desk and onto my lap, putting her feet on the arms of my chair and gripping the back she slowly squats on my cock. It is so tight that it is almost painful. 

Gently rocking back and forth I barley move in and out of her, but the sensation is wonderful. I can feel her clit grinding on my cock as she sways. I suckle her nipples, nibbling them gently. Her moans grow louder and louder until she screams and collapses on my lap. I hold her tight and put her on the desk. Placing her legs over my shoulders, I slide into her dripping hole and begin slow long strokes. I love taking the head of cock and teasing her clit and pussy lips. 

She smiles and purrs each time I dive deeper inside. She raises her hips off the desk and wraps her legs around me tightly. I grab her hips and begin a nice pace with slow long withdrawals and firm hard thrusts. I feel my smooth balls slapping her hard round ass. We move faster and faster as I lean forward and trace circles around her nipples. She grabs my hair and pulls me to her mouth. 

We kiss deeply as our passion builds I feel my balls tightening and soon I explode deep inside of her. I continue to pump as it subsides and soon she cums as well. We both lie there for a bit recovering. 



Overtime



I used to work at a major chain bookstore in California. 

I pretty much liked all of my coworkers, but there was one in particular that I really enjoyed being around Christine, our H.R. Manager. She was a stunner. Long, thick, curly black hair, Gray eyes, full, red lips, with a buxom, hourglass figure and massive breasts that threatened to burst through her blouse whenever she took a deep breath.

She always dressed a cut above everyone else in the store. Flowing, gem colored silk blouses, knee length slit skirts, and slit just high enough to give me fever dreams of lust. She would always leave the top two or three buttons undone on her blouse, giving me a tantalizing flash of her deep cleavage when she would turn or bend to reshelf a misplaced book. 

Whenever she talked to me I had to struggle to keep my eyes from drifting down her body. I would find myself staring at her lips as she spoke, mesmerized by her luscious mouth.

We would get together and discuss movies, books and music whenever we had a spare minute, and she would always blow me away with her wit and intellect. 

I noticed that she always seemed to have an extra button opened whenever she came to talk to me. I was glad I was standing behind a counter whenever she was around.

Our company had a very strict harassment policy, so I was very careful to keep our conversation on a professional, but friendly level. It wasn't easy though.

Things continued normally for months, but I would find myself thinking about her constantly, dreaming sensual thoughts about her lips. I wanted to take her into my arms and feel her breasts crush against my chest while I kissed her, I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair and drink her passion from those perfect lips.

I managed to keep things between us professional until the last night of inventory. 

I was drafted to work a double shift. There was no way out of it because I'd managed to get out of the last four overtime calls, and no one was willing or able to cover for me.

There were only three of us working that night. Bonnie (the assistant manager), Christine, and myself.

We had to do the final counts and cleanup, as well as our regular workload of setting up displays, breaking down the last shipment of books and getting the new releases ready for the next day.

After we finished the displays, Bonnie told us to finish opening the last shipment of books that came in and close up. She said she didn't feel well and was going home. We hadn't even gotten through half of the workload.

Christine and I headed to the back room and began to break down the shipment. We started to open boxes and sort the books into the bins. It was hard work and after awhile we were ready for a break. 

Christine dropped the stack she was sorting.

"Hey. Want to go get some dinner? It's break time."

"Sounds like a plan." I said.

We went to the Mexican place a couple doors down for some food.

We ordered our dinners and talked while we waited. We munched chips and salsa and bitched about work and life in general.

The waiter came by to get us more chips and salsa. He said there was some difficulty in the kitchen and asked if he could bring us some drinks on the house while we waited.

I was kind of surprised when Kristina looked at me with a wicked little smirk. 

"Wanna be bad?"

I looked at her and thought it over for about half a second.

"Sure!"

She turned to the waiter.

"Two margaritas. Doubles."

The waiter took the order and headed towards the bar. 

We had gotten quite a buzz by the time our food arrived, and our conversation had gotten pretty risqué. She was telling me about her ex boyfriend and how she dumped him when she came home from work early and found him screwing some bimbo he worked with. 

We ate slowly, savoring the food. I had the Carnitas platter, and she ordered the Chile Colorado

Christine surprised me by ordering another round of margaritas before we went back to work.

"We are on duty you know." I said.

"Fuck that!" she said, surprising me even more.

"This is all overtime anyway. Bonnie bailed on us! That bitch is lucky we didn't leave her here to do all the clean up herself!"

One more margarita became 2 more and we left the restaurant in a very pleasant haze.

We went back to the store to finish the shipment.

One of the boxes held several books on erotic photography.

I tried to remain nonchalant as I pulled them out and stacked them on the shelving cart. I watched her face carefully as she looked at the titles, hoping she would give me a positive signal.

She just sorted the books on the cart without saying a word.

We finished opening the boxes and started to shelve the books. 

The last cart was for the erotica section. The shelves are nine feet high, so most of us need a stepladder to reach the top shelves. I pushed the cart out and went back for the ladder. I helped her set up the ladder and she went up the steps, standing sideways and reached for the books on the cart. 

The ladder started to sway, so I told her I would steady the ladder and hand her the books. I moved closer and got a grip on the ladder and started handing up the books. I was eye level with belly button and it was pure torture! I could smell her perfume, and I wanted to lean in and nibble her belly and nuzzle into her breasts. 

I took a risk.

" I love your perfume." I said.

She looked down.

"Thank you!" She smiled.

"What's it called?"

She blushed a little, and smiled shyly.

"Its called 'Want' "

"Very appropriate." I said, letting my eyes drift down her body. She caught me staring and looked at me. 

For a second and I felt my heart stop. It started back up when she smiled again. I continued to hand up the books for her to shelve, watching and enjoying the view when she would stretch to place them on the top shelf.

She was about to place the last book on the shelf when she lost her balance and literally fell into my arms. I caught her around her stomach and found my face engulfed in her cleavage. Reluctantly I pulled away and helped her get to her feet, making sure she had her balance. She looked at me, a small smile on her face. 

"Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome" I managed to say after I got my voice back.

I decided to take another risk, and pulled her to me and kissed her. She froze, her hands tightened on my arms, I could feel her tremble, she wasn't sure if she should push me way or pull me closer. 

She decided to pull me in.

Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. 

I let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl and pulled her close, kissing her back, she tasted of lipstick and tequila.

She stopped, pushing me back; "We can't do this here." She said. My face fell.

"I understand." I said.

She smiled. "No, You don't! I meant we can't do this out here!"

She pointed towards the ceiling. "Too many cameras! Come on."

She took my hand and we headed to the break room.

As soon as we were of the sales floor and out of camera range we were in each other's arms. 

I ran my hand down her back and buried my face in her hair, kissing her neck. I moved up and gently nipped her ear, making her shiver.

She pulled my shirt collar open and licked along my collarbone and bit me, making me shudder with pleasure.

My dick was painfully hard now, pressed against my belly like a steel bar. 

I pulled back and unbuttoned her blouse pushing it off her shoulders and letting it slide to the floor. I pulled her to me again, relishing the feel of her bare skin against mine I unsnapped her bra and slid the straps down her arms, slowly revealing her glorious chest.

Her nipples were red and thick as my thumbs, with areolas the size of silver dollars.

I leaned down and began to tease her, flicking my tongue gently over her breasts, working up slowly, Just barley missing her sensitive nubs on every pass.

She grabbed my hair and forced my mouth over her nipple, "Stop teasing and suck damnit!" she growled, pulling my face into her tits.

I latched onto her nipples and began working on her, nibbling biting, licking, sucking, switching from one to another, while she groaned in pleasure.

Her hands went to my waist, ripping open my belt and unbuttoning my jeans. 

A thought occurred to me.

"Shit!" I stopped cold and pulled back. " I don't have any condoms!"

She smiled.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill."

With that said, her hand plunged into my briefs and wrapped around my cock, which was dribbling pre-cum like a leaky hose.

"Ooh!" she squealed. "A nice thick one!"

She slid her lips down my chest, & over my belly, pausing as she reached my dick, which was so hard by now it was turning purple.

She leaned down and licked the underside of the shaft, planting kisses along the length before she opened her lips and slid her mouth down over my cock, slowly opening her throat until she had buried my entire shaft in her mouth. 

She began to slowly move her head, sliding more of my dick back & forth on each stroke, swallowing me completely every time.

She knew I was not going to last very long under that kind of pressure. She stopped suddenly, just before I went off, she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, squeezing hard to bring me back down a bit.

She slid up my body, kissed me and whispered "Sorry I had to do that baby, but when you come, I want it IN me!" She kissed me again, biting my lip, "Now it's your turn. Lick Me!"

She stood up and slid out of her skirt & panties, standing gloriously naked in front of me. I dropped to my knees and pulled her to me, kissing her belly, leaving a trail of kisses down toward her pussy. She pushed me away and lay back on the couch, spreading her thighs and petting her mons in anticipation. I knelt in front of her again and began kissing my way up her inner thigh, licking and nibbling as I went.

I nuzzled my nose into her pubic hair, flicking my tongue deeper & deeper into her slit, licking her harder and harder, her clit was swollen and hard, like a pearl under my tongue. I slipped a finger inside her, stroking and probing her, she was incredibly tight, and her pussy pulsed around my finger, squeezing & releasing. I kept licking her, listening to her sighs and moans, her breathing getting faster and heavier. I slipped another finger into her and curled them upward, making a 'come here' motion while I slowly licked her clit. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her crotch. I kept licking until she screamed and her thighs locked around my head. She moaned, long and hard and held me captive, riding her climax to the finish.

I forced my self away from her crotch and stood up to step out of the remains of my clothes. 

She looked up at me, a beautiful smile on her face. I knelt between her legs and leaned over her.

" Do you have any idea how long I have dreamed of this?" I asked.

"I wanted you from the day I was hired here. I've fantasized about you for months!"

"It's time to live your dream!" she laughed.

Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me to her. She reached down and grabbed my cock, slipping the head between her labia. She gasped as I slid into her, a low breathy sound that started as a sigh and built into a groan of pure pleasure. Her pussy was molten velvet, I thought I was gonna blow my load right there. I held very still, to regain some control. I pushed myself in to the hilt, reveling in the feel of her.

We started rocking on the couch, slowly at first, I started thrusting deeper and harder, and she was arching up to meet every thrust, fucking me as much as I was fucking her. 

She wrapped her arms around me, pulling my face to hers.

"I've been dreaming too!" she said, between moans. 

"You have?"

"Uh-huh, for a long time."

"How long?" I asked.

"Since you were hired. Now shut up and fuck me!"

I reared back to get a better angle and reached down with one hand to stroke her clit while we rocked back and forth, She started to shiver, her hips started jerking and her pussy clamped down on me like a vise.

She was gasping now, short ragged breaths. She wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling so deep inside her I felt her cervix against the tip of my dick. I dug in and pushed harder, still stroking her clit. 

She screamed. A wordless howl of pure pleasure. I was getting close; I felt my load boiling in my balls. I pushed into one more time and let go. 

She screamed again and came just as my first jets of cum shot into her, splashing off her cervix & coating the inside of her pussy. 

I felt a warm rush flow over my dick; She had cum so much she was leaking her juices and my jism all over us.

I started to pull back, but she grabbed me and pulled my face to hers. 

" No! You stay here!" she hissed. Her legs tightened around me again and I felt her pussy quiver. 

I kissed her and that slight movement set off an orgasmic aftershock, she shuddered, and my super-sensitive dick was firmly clamped inside her, sending matching tremors though my body every time either of made the slightest move.

I slowly relaxed against her, our breath mingling, heartbeats gently slowing to normal, the tremors fading. I kissed her again, tasting her mouth and lips. 

We lay like that for awhile, I'm not sure how long.

Slowly we realized that we had better get cleaned up and get home. We cleaned up the couch and sprayed some air freshener around the breakroom. 

We put the unfinished cart back in the stockroom for the morning crew to finish and locked up the store.

As we walked across the parking lot to our cars, Kristina looked at me and took my hand. 

"Two things. First, I am not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night. We're going to my place. 

Second, you are going to use some of that sick time you have saved up for tomorrow and Monday too. You're not getting away from me then either! What do you say to that?

I grinned at her and pulled her close letting her feel my swelling dick against her stomach. 

"Does that answer your question?"



Overtime at the Office



It's been a busy day, the floor has been hectic, all offices full. Now however, the last couple of weary workers plod their way down the corridor, past the kitchen area with itsthe remnants of buffet set out on the table and make their way down the stairs.

I'm still sat at my desk, as I know you are. I should have left by now but I've been waiting to clear up.

I go to the window and watch the stragglers get in their cars and make their way out of the yard. I hear a noise as the timer on the doors engages meaning no access without a keyfob.

I gather the plate and glass from my desk and stroll into the kitchen area opposite your office. Gathering up the rest of the buffet plates I noisily load up the dishwasher, throwing the bits of napkin and other scraps of food into the dustbin. I will do the platters shortly as they need scrapping down, bits of fruit and cake not eaten by execs watching their waistlines remain. I glance over at your office; you look deep in thought staring at your laptop with a frown on your face. 

I nonchalantly walk to your office and tap on the glass door – you look up, look surprised and then give me a lazy smile. I motion to you that I'm going to make a drink, would you like one? You nod and put your thumbs up. As I go to walk away you call out to me and motion for me to enter your office. You look weary; you were in the office very early this morning after a long drive and have been sat in various meetings all day. You go to pass me your empty coffee cup and as I take it from your, our fingers touch and I feel a jolt right through me that takes my breath away. I mumble, feel myself blush and make a hasty retreat – you watch after me with a twinkle in your eye.

Once back in the kitchen I pull myself together, how pathetic of me to react like that! I'm not some silly schoolgirl with a crush for gods sake! The kettle boils; I make your coffee and confidently stride towards your office. You're sat back in your chair, tie off, shirt top open, sleeves rolled up exposing strong, tanned forearms. I can't help but stare at them, in a world of power suits it's an unusual sight and I can't help myself. You clear your throat and I set your coffee down on your desk noticing a few tuffs of hair peeping from the top of your shirt. Again I'm mesmerized for a few seconds imagining what you'd look like with your shirt off. Gathering my thoughts together I tell you how sorry I feel for you having had such a long day that's not over yet, knowing you have a long drive ahead back home. You lean back on your chair and tell me its ok, its not too bad, especially as staying late brings you such good company. I laugh and suggest you should invest in one of those chairs that give a massage, that way, being in the office wouldn't be such hard work. You exhale loudly and tell me you could just do with a massage, your shoulders are aching from a day sat at your desk. 

Should I be so bold? 

I should, I shyly tell you that I have been told that I'm fairly good at giving massages and as we are the only people in the building and it wouldn't be frowned upon, would you like me to just give your shoulders a quick once over. You look at me as if to weigh up the situation and then slowly nod your head.

I ask you to stand, spin your chair round so it's backwards and straddle it so that you can lean over the back. You stand slowly; look at me for what seems like a lifetime before turning around and placing yourself as requested. 

I rub my hands together quickly just to make sure they are warm, before placing them both on your shoulders. I feel that same jolt through my body as before and this time I'm sure you do also. You tremble slightly under my touch which gives me more confidence to carry on. Your body feels warm and hard under my hands; I begin to massage your shoulders, pushing my thumbs into the base of your neck, feeling how tight the muscles are there. I comment on how tight you feel and you let out that familiar snigger you have that always cracks me up. As I laugh I lean forward unintentionally and my breasts brush across your back. You let out an almost inaudible moan; I can't decide whether it's from the feel of my breasts or the ministrations across your neck and shoulders. I secretly grin to myself and continue to massage the knotted muscles under my hands.

After a few minutes you suddenly stand up, turnaround and tell me that your shoulders are feeling much more relaxed and thank me for my time. Confused, I step backwards and stutter that it wasn't a problem, I was very happy to help. I'm not sure what has just gone on but its obvious that you want me to leave your office so I make my way back into the kitchen. 

Thinking frantically to myself I stand at the sink, running a bowl full of water to wash up the crystal jugs. Had I gone too far, did you feel uncomfortable with the situation, had I embarrassed you?

I hadn't realized you had followed me until I felt your hands on my shoulders as I stand with my hands submerged in water. You lean into me and whisper in my ear that now it's my turn for a relaxing massage as slowly you begin to move your hands over and around my shoulders. It feels so good, I feel my body relax and I feel like I'm floating on air. It's a few seconds later that I realize that I've just felt what feels like soft lips brushing the nape of my neck? Surely not, I must be imagining things. Then I feel it again and to convince myself it can't be what I'm thinking and hoping, I tip my head backwards. This only serves to expose more of my neck and then unmistakably I feel your lips work their way up the side of my neck and towards my ear. You whisper to me that I feel so good, I smell so good and that you've imagined how I would feel all day. I try to turn around to see you but you push yourself hard against me, pinning up against the sink. Your hands slide down from my shoulders, down to my back and slide under my arms to rest on my breasts. You exhale as you swiftly locate my nipples, now straining through my blouse, begging to be touched. I can feel your arousal twitching in to the back of my thighs, I'm not the only one turned on right now. 

You caress my breasts whilst still whispering in my ear. You tell me how good they feel, how you've fantasized about touching them, how they turn you on. Your left hand leaves my breast and takes hold of my chin, roughly turning my head to the right where your lips leave my neck and land on my mouth. Our first kiss is shaky; as are all first kisses but seconds later we're in tune and kissing hungrily. There's nothing soft and slow about this, its all animal passion, we are both battling for control. I force myself from your grip and turnaround sharply; wet hands come up into your hair as I drag your mouth back to mine. Caught in a strong embrace our mouths ravage each others, hands are everywhere and there is no turning back.

A click of the door makes us immediately jump back from each other – someone has entered the floor. Quick as a flash I straighten myself up and turn back to the sink just as the cleaner walks into the kitchen. You lean back onto the table and make polite conversation with her as she collects her cleaning equipment. 

Don't worry about it tonight you tell her, we've not finished up here but will clean up as best we can and the rest can wait until tomorrow. Grateful, she gives you a sideways look and then leaves the floor.

You look at me hopelessly and then slam your hand down on the table in frustration. I calmly dry my hands on a tea towel, take your hand in mine and lead you down the corridor to the boardroom.

A room where earlier today 12 men sat debating the future of the company. A room where now only 2 of us remain. Roughly I push you down into one of the big leather chairs, you look a little shocked but at the same time amused. It irritates me as I see the flash of amusement across your face, for that I'm going to make you beg.

I shut down all the lights so that we're sat in the dark – there are no windows to allow light in and the main light outside has now been turned out. No one will know we are here. You cannot see where I am but you feel me roughly push your thighs aside and step into the gap they make. I take your face in my hands and softly put my lips to yours. You try and recreate the kiss we shared in the kitchen and I move away. This is my kiss. Once again I put my lips to yours and again you try and kiss me, I move away, putting my finger on your lips. You almost growl in frustration until you get the message, you can only join in when I tell you.

Once more I put my lips to yours and this time you don't move. Softly softly I kiss you, little butterfly kisses on your lips, your cheeks, your lips again. I steady myself with my hands on your thighs and feel you tense up. I run my tongue over your lips, pull at them gently with my teeth and then slip my tongue into your mouth, your invitation to join in. This time the pace is slower, there is still as much passion, but slower and deeper. 

Your hands come up from the arms of the chair and cup my buttocks, then run slowly up and down my back, my butt and underneath once more to cup my breasts. I take an intake of breath as once again your fingers find my nipples and tweak them hard. My right hand slides from its position on your thigh and gently moves to your groin where its met with the hard length of you. I run my hand along you and it's your turn to inhale sharply as I do so. I grin and our kiss breaks, we're both breathing heavily and you look up at me expectantly. My grin widens as you start to smile, you pull me onto your lap and take my face into your hands and kiss me once more.

Your hands move to the back of my head where you find my hair clip and in one movement remove it and release my hair. It cascades down my back and you weave your hands into it and pull my head back sharply. I gasp in pain but you replace that pain with pleasure as you kiss and nibble my throat. My hands find their way to your shirt buttons and I attempt to unbutton them.

Its not easy with hands as unsteady as mine – its hard to concentrate on very much at all when our mouths are so busy. I finally have them undone and run my hands over your bare chest, I lace my fingers into you chest hair, take my mouth from yours and lower my lips to a nipple and bite sharply, getting my own back. You whince but the pain doesn't last long as I role your nipple around in my mouth whilst rubbing the other and the same time.

From the way Im now sitting, half across your thighs, half on the chair I can feel the slight movements of your hips – I look up at you and smile, 'Are you ok?' I ask, 'couldn't be better' you reply but I beg to differ.

Sliding off your lap altogether I kneel on the floor between your thighs where I spend a few seconds just sliding my hands up and down your hard thighs, digging my fingers in to them getting a good feel for you. I can see your trousers are now pulled incredibly tight across your groin – you're very aroused, almost to the point of discomfort. You need help.

Moving your shirt tails out of the way, I reach out for you belt buckle. Before I can touch it you grab my hand and tell me 'No, I will do it'. I can see that there will be a battle of wills at some point which makes me smile. You quickly undo your belt and open the zipper of your suit trousers. To my surprise you aren't wearing any underwear – Im not the only dark horse here. With your right hand you feel into your trousers and release your cock – it stands proudly to attention, its bulbous head glistening with precum showing just how turned on you are. I move your hand away and replace it with my own. Your cock is solid as stone, warm and smooth under my touch.

As my hand begins to move over your turgid flesh you moan softly and shift in the chair. I cant see you too well in this light but I can imagine your eyes are now shut, surrendering yourself to my touch. I increase the pressure of my hand and on the upstroke glide my thumb over the head of your cock, lubricating it with your precum on the downstroke. I know my pussy is wet, I can feel it.

The movement of your hips increases as does the speed of my hand until I stop and instead replace it with my mouth. My mouth is warm and wet and accommodating, you groan as the realization of what Im doing hits home. I move my mouth up and down your length, swirling my tongue around you, sucking you deep into my mouth. Yours hands find their way into my hair again and you push the back of my head so that I take you deep into my throat.

I feel your thighs tense and you mumble and pull yourself back from me 'anymore of that and Im going to cum' you whisper. I shrug and smile. You stand and help me to my feet and we kiss again. As your mouth crushes against mine you gently steer me backwards until the small of my back meets the large oak table that fills the majority of the room. I lift up a leg so that I can slide back into a sitting position on the table and this time it is you that pushes your way in between my legs. Without warning you take a hold of the bottom of my blouse and in one swift movement pull it up and over my head leaving me sitting in my white cotton bra. Your eyes feast hungrily on my breasts for a few seconds before you roughly lean me back until I have to put my arms behind me to support myself.

You put your lips to the base of my neck and trail kisses downward into my cleavage. Gently one hand sneaks around to my back and flicks open the clasp on my bra. My heavy breasts are released into your hands and you bend your head to take one nipple into your mouth. I arch my back in pleasure and you spend a lifetime sucking, nibbling, biting and rubbing my nipples. My skirt is bunched up around my thighs and unsubconciously my hips start to gyrate. You feel this and move one hand from its position on my breast and run your fingers up my inner thigh. Im now squirming on the table, desperate for something to make contact with my pussy. Then Im conscious of your fingers stroking my pussy, you've shoved my pants aside and are stroking me. Lightly at first, then more persistent until you part my lips and slip one finger inside me. You quickly remove my panties and return your fingers to my pussy and I gasp with pleasure and try and move myself onto your hand but you immediately move it away. Annoyed beyond belief I raise my head and scowl at you and in answer you circle your arms around my back and instead, in one movement pull me forward onto your thick hard cock. 

Right up to the hilt.

We let out a simultaneous moan, it feels fucking great, like nothing on earth.

The table is exactly the right height – Im sat on the edge with my legs spread whilst you stand in in between them. Im so wet you slide without hindrance, slowing pull out, almost completely before pushing at a snails pace back inside me. The pleasure is excruciating, you go so deep, filling me completely. I reach up and pull you towards me, kissing you roughly, thrusting my tongue into your mouth and clawing at your chest. 

I look down at the juncture of our bodies. As you pull back I see your meaty cock is shiny from my juices, I want things to move faster, I need you to fuck me. I lift my legs and curl them around your waist, preventing you from withdrawing so far. With my heels I force you back into me, deep and hard and you finally get the message. You steady yourself holding on to the edge of the table and pull back from me before pounding deep into me. With each entry I groan, pushing you even deeper with my heels, you bite my neck as we fuck, raw passion, no thoughts, just feelings. I go to reach down between us and you stop me, instead putting your hand to my pussy and rubbing my clit as you pound into me. I can feel the build up, slowly slowly starting from my pussy, radiating through my body until it reaches its crescendo and I climax loudly onto you cock, covering you in my cum.

You slow down and extricate yourself from the grip of my still contracting pussy. My face and chest are flushed and I feel slightly out of it as I always do when I cum so hard. You sit back down on the leather chair, panting slightly, glad to rest your legs. Now its my turn.

Unsteady on my feet I slide down from the table, my pussy leaking my cum down my thighs, and straddle you on the chair. Your cock is still impossibly hard, glistening with my juices and throbbing with need. With one hand I reach down and insert a finger into my sopping pussy, then raise the same finger and slowly insert it into my mouth. Yours eyes widen as you watch me suck off my finger. I repeat the action only this time offer my finger to your mouth where you greedily suck on it whilst your cock twitches in front of me. Lifting myself higher I take your cock in my hand and lazily stroke the length of my pussy with it. Up and down, slowly stroking, up and down, using you to pleasure myself, my breath becomes labored, the pressure is increased. I can see you are desperate to be in me so position your cock at the entrance to my pussy and sink the tiniest bit. My turn to tease you.

I raise myself up again until your cock falls out, the repeat the same action, this time taking the tiniest bit more into me. Over and over I do this each time sinking just that little bit further, your eyes are closed, your brow is shiny with sweat and the only thing you are conscious of is your cock. You hips are moving up and down as almost as a whimper I hear you say 'please?'.

Once more, raise and slide slowly, raise and then all at once, I slide completely onto you, your deeper than you've ever been and its feels like your cock could reach my throat. I grind my pussy onto you and rapidly move myself up and down your length, not caring about you at all, using your for my own pleasure, my clit rubbing against you as I move back and forward, my breasts swinging in front of your face, my hair going in your eyes as I strive for release. Each time Im impaled on you fully you grunt with the force, there's nothing gentle about this, we're animals doing what animals do best. 

Your breath starts to come quicker, as does mine, movement increases, you're close to cumming and I want to help you. Grabbing the back of the chair behind your head I use it as move leverage, sitting up straight on your cock until I am literally bouncing on you. The sight of my breasts, the feel of my pussy, the thought of anyone walking in on us at any moment does the trick. You tense, and your cocks shoots fireworks inside me, stream after stream of cum dances up my pussy, coating the inside of it completely.

I sink down on to you, contracting the muscles in my pussy, milking your cock for all its worth.

5 minutes later, we are fully clothed, hair straightened and we leave the boardroom. As I walk to the kitchen, unsure of what to say, how to act after what we've just done you turn to me with a smile and say 'Do you fancy working overtime tomorrow aswell'...



Overtime at the Office



This is my first submission. I've never considered myself to be a writer but like most, I enjoy erotic fantasy. I took a leap and decided to write one of those fantasies down. I'm looking for any and all feedback.

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Tony turned on his computer before starting a pot of coffee. Sundays were always quiet in the office and even though he hated working on Sunday, he knew he could get caught up without the phone ringing off the hook or the department head constantly tasking him. 

Taking a sip of coffee, the screen flickers to life and after a few taps of the key board, he's logged in and reviewing old emails and his outstanding tasks. 

After his second cup of joe, and an hour later, he's happy with the progress he's making and doesn't think that he'll have to spend as long in the office as he thought. 

"Badading" the sound of "Is Available" echoes in his office. Glancing down he sees that Paula had logged into her computer. 

Paula and Tony had history, nothing too exciting but history nonetheless. They had enjoyed going to lunch a few times during the week, and had even seen each other a few times after work as friends, grabbing some coffee or piece of pie from the local diner. He had always wanted the relationship to be more, but because they worked for the same company, and she was ten years younger than him, he never pursued it more than coffee or lunch. He's was grateful to just enjoy his time with an incredibly good looking woman.

Paula received plenty of attention from the men of the company. Her tiny and tight 5 foot 3 inch frame caught the eye of most men. Her small but firm breasts, bubble butt, and toned legs caused more than one water cooler conversation when she walked by. She always dressed conservatively, but had a remarkable way of being sexy at the same time. The skirts she wore were always at or below her knees and the high hells pushed her ass out which resulted in men whimpering. Long dark hair flowed over her shoulders and framed a beautiful face. But it was her friendly disposition that made her the most attractive. She was constantly smiling and friendly. Some guys would take her friendliness as flirting but would quickly get shot down. So it's another reason why Tony never tried to pursue anything more than lunch. What chance would an upper 30's guy have with such a sought after young lady? 

Not to mention the few times Tony and Paula went to lunch caused office gossip to spread like wild fire. At first they both found it funny, but when people started asking them about specifics, they quickly let it be known they were nothing more than two coworkers going to lunch. It was a lot easier for the girls to believe Paula when she denied it, but Tony couldn't deny the high he got from guys around the office thinking how Tony must be the man, being able to "hit that." Tony would always deny everything when someone would ask. I didn't want anyone saying "Tony said..."

"Hey you, what are you doing at work?" Tony quickly typed sending Paula an instant message. The company had an interoffice chat client that they used to talk to each other during the day. 

"Same bullshit, running reports for David. He always pulls this crap on Friday afternoon and says he needs it by Monday morning."

"I would have come in yesterday but t I spent the day getting ready for the worst date of my life." 

Tony replies, "Ouch...I'm really sorry to hear that. What happened?"

"The guy lied to me from the beginning! I'm ashamed to say I met him online through a dating site.

"And before you say it I know I should have known better!

"And the worst part about it is the fact it completely fucked up my weekend! Now I'm in here on a Sunday taking care of David's bullshit reports!"

Paula rarely cursed and she has to be really pissed off to drop the F bomb.

"Really sorry to hear that Paula, I really am. I didn't mean to hit a sore spot. But I wanted to check in on you and see if everything was ok since you are in here on a Sunday."

"I appreciate it Tony, I'm just upset and feeling sorry for myself again. Seems like I'm destined to watching Netflix by myself LOL."

"Ha Ha Well maybe you and I can go grab some lunch today or something. What kind of gentleman would I be if I left you to watching Netflix all by yourself?"

"Be careful what you offer Tony, I know what guys mean when they say they'll come over to watch Netflix LOL"

"Hey, YOU are the one that said you were tired of watching Netflix alone, I'm just trying to be a gentleman and not leave a damsel in distress. Or worse having to do it alone." 

"What do you mean by DO IT alone?! LOL I'm not that hard up mister!"

"So I'm thinking lunch and DESSERT isn't an option huh? Wink wink" Tony typed.

Tony's flirting let it be known that he was game but always left an out for Paula which she always seemed to take. 

"You better stop! You know the company monitors instant messages and I'd hate to hear you were taken to HR because of Netflix," Paula replied.

"Well if they can't find anything else better to do than monitor conversation between you and I this company has a lot more problems than that LOL"

Tony continued, "I had better get back to work if I'm going to take you to lunch. I don't want you waiting around forever."

"Ok you get back to work, besides I'm almost done so you better hurry! LOL"

Tony went back to concentrating on his task at hand, hoping Paula would wait on him to finish. It was difficult thinking about work with his mind wandering back to what it would be like spending an evening with Paula, sitting on the couch watching Netflix. Yes he knew damn well what that could lead to and he wouldn't be upset about that at all. In fact it wasn't the first time he'd thought about having fun with the young 27 year old Paula. It was damn near painful for Tony to always be the proper gentleman around Paula. Too many times he went home after seeing her with a horrible case of blue balls, but, he wouldn't dare endanger their friendship with unwanted advances. 

Half an hour passes, when Tony hears the door to his office open, startling him. Startling him even more is when he looks up and sees Paula walking in. She was dressed in a pair of tight fitting jeans tucked into a pair of black boots that came up to her knees. And the real knockout was they had a three inch heel. Fuck me boots if he'd ever seen a pair. The white blouse she was wearing was two buttons shy of being suitable for the office, revealing deep cleavage. And the first thing that goes through his mind is thank god its Sunday. 

"What the hell are you doing over here? Are you all done?" Tony asks.

"Yeah I'm done. I told you it doesn't take long on Sundays. How much longer do you have?"

"Well there is no way I'm going to get any more work done with you here distracting me and the way you are dressed. Damn Paula, no wonder the office has a dress code, not a man alive could get anything done around here. Hell some women would be distracted too I'm sure!" Tony tells her jokingly.

Smiling, Paula does a little spin. "Are you telling me you don't like this outfit?" Paula says with a sarcastic tone. She knows damn well that she was looking good.

"I basically wore this outfit last night," Paula said with a sigh, "for my date which turned to hell."

"Again I really am sorry that your date didn't go well. So what really happened?" Tony asked.

Paula began to explain in detail about how her date went. From the guy getting there late and walking in and not looking like his profile picture, being a lot older than he said he was, and she had a sneaky suspicion that he was married. Paula sat down and Tony could see her happy go lucky mood sink.

"Awe, don't worry yourself over it Paula. I've told you before you're a good looking young lady and any guy would be lucky to take you out." Tony told her trying his best to console her and lighten her mood.

"Thank you Tony, I'm really glad you think so." Paula said.

There was an awkward silence and Tony felt his chest pound a little harder. He wanted to give her a hug but didn't know what line to cross with her. They had been friends, but that is all. Tony rolled his chair closer to her and reached out and grabbed the arm of the chair Paula was sitting in and rolled it toward him.

She didn't resist, and Tony reached out to her. She leaned in and Tony wrapped his arms around her. She welcomed the embrace resting her head on his shoulder. Holding her tight, Tony could hear the soft exhale from Paula as she relaxed. It felt natural holding her. She melted in his arms and it felt really good. 

Tony started moving his hand up and down her back, slowly stroking her spine and he felt her nuzzle in a little closer. 

"Paula come here." Tony told her as he sat up. She looked at him, but again didn't resist. She sat across Tony's lap, with her legs dangling over the side and again rested her head on his shoulder. With one arm around her shoulders he pulled her closer and he gently rested his other arm over her lap. 

Tony could smell the sweet scent of her hair, and looking down could gaze into the deep crevice between her breasts from the opened blouse. Her round bottom fit incredibly nice in his lap, and felt amazing. 

Slowly moving his hand he began rubbing the outside of her thigh and again Paula let out a soft murmur. 

"I'm sure things are going to be a lot better for you Paula," Tony said while rocking her back and forth in his office chair.

"You just have to give it a chance." Tony continued.

Paula looked up at Tony with her beautiful green eyes and said, "I'd settle for some nice company with someone I trusted while watching Netflix" And a bright little smirk came across her face.

Tony could feel the blood rushing to his groin. Her scent, her ass in his lap, starring down and looking at the smooth curves of her breasts disappear under the cotton blouse was just too much for him. He felt his cock getting hard, and wasn't for sure what he should do about it. Sit up and make her get off his lap? Maybe it was too late and she could feel his arousal. 

She felt so perfect sitting there he felt the natural urge to kiss her. Starring into her eyes, again awkward silence and he leaned forward, and his lips met hers. She leaned into him and met his soft kiss with equal passion. Tony allowed his hand to continue massaging her thigh while his other hand rubbed her back. Their kiss deepens, lips parting and tongues exploring. Reaching up Tony runs his fingers through her long hair and soft moans escape between her lips. Lightly pulling her hair, Paula's head leans back exposing her neck and Tony's lips find their mark. More soft moans from Paula only louder this time.

"Oh god Tony," Paula said panting, "this is wrong but Jesus it feels so good."

"If you tell me to stop, I will Paula. But if you don't..." Tony let his statement just hang there waiting for some sort of reply.

Paula could feel the hardness of Tony's aroused cock pressing into her bottom, and she could feel the heat radiating between her legs. It had been such long time and she knew she couldn't stop Tony now even if she wanted to.

Paula grasped the back of Tony's head and pulled it harder into her neck where he greedily devoured her soft flesh. Paula began panting and her breathing was raspy and sporadic. Tony shot his hand between Paula's legs, and she gasped, inhaling deeply. Tony's head lowered and kissed a trail down her neck and across her collar bone. 

"No, don't stop Tony, god don't stop" Paula pleaded. 

Tony continued kissing lower and lower. His mouth moved between her breasts kissing and licking. Paula's fingers were entwined in Tony's hair silently urging him further. Tony let his kisses linger between Paula's breasts, when his hand cupped the full round orb through her blouse, squeezing it in closer. He could feel the stiffness of her nipple poking through the material and it aroused him even more. He rolled the nubbin between his thumb and finger and Paula let out another long moan.

With deft fingers he unbuttoned one, then two, and finally a third button on Paula's blouse. Paula's chest was bare and the thin lace bra exposed. Tony could clearly make out the dark circles underneath and quickly wrapped his lips around the hard tips. 

"Mmmmmmmm" Paula purred and Tony sucked her nipples through the lacey material. 

"God damn Paula you have an amazing body." Tony said, shifting around in his chair and moved Paula's ass. Paula swung her leg around until she was straddling Tony.

Tony let his hands travel inside Paula's wide open blouse, running them up and down her sides while their lips were mashed together. Paula was slowly grinding her ass into Tony's lap, dry humping him through their clothes. 

"Oh my god Paula! There really is no way I can stop now if I wanted to." Tony told her.

"I don't want you to Tony." Paula said with confidence.

"Wait a minute" Tony said, while moving Paula from his lap."

"I know its Sunday but, I'll feel safer if," Tony stood and walked to the door turning the lock. "I'll lock this door. Just in case."

Walking back to Paula he got a good look at her. She was sitting in the chair, feet apart but knees together. Her blouse was open and pulled out from being tucked in her jeans. As disheveled as she was, she looked fucking amazing. Her tits stuck out from her chest covered by the lacey bra, and her skin was smooth and creamy. Her hair was strewn about, and she had a wanton look in her eyes. When Tony was a couple of feet away from Paula, she sat up and reached her hand out, grasping the front of Tony's pants from the waistband. Her hands made quick work of his belt and quickly had his jeans unbuttoned. She placed the palm of her hand on outline of Tony's hard cock sliding it up and down, massaging him through the denim material while slowly sliding down his zipper. Paula looked up while Tony was looking down. Her eyes sparkled and the corners of her mouth turned up in a sly grin.

"Is it wrong of me to say I've thought about this more than once?" Paula said.

Tony could only stare with a simple reply, "You're not the only one Paula."

Paula bit her lower lip while reaching her hand inside pulling Tony's hard shaft free of his trousers. She then wrapped her fingers around gripping the thickness at the base, opened her mouth and sucked the head inside. Tony let out a low growl, and closed eyes.

"Oh my fucking god Paula, that feels amazing." Opening his eyes he looked down and seen Paula's eyes shut in concentration. Her head was moving back and forth and his dick appeared and disappeared between Paula's lips as she hungrily sucked. She gobbled Tony's manhood like she had been deprived and was starving. With one hand gripping the base she expertly rolled her hand jacking him off while she reached her other hand up and between his legs, massaging and fondling Tony's hairless balls. 

Tony's breathing became deep and controlled. Now it was he who was concentrating on the expertness of Paula's blowjob. She was good...damn good, and he knew he would empty his balls down her throat quickly if he didn't forcibly control holding off his orgasm. 

Tony reached down and entwined his fingers through Paula's hair on the back of her head. He began moving his hips back and forth matching the movements of Paula, and began slowly and methodically fucking her mouth. The room was full of erotic sounds, from Tony's grunts and groans to the muffled noises of Paula's throat and breathing through her nose. 

And just when Tony thought he couldn't take anymore, he reached down and took Paula by the chin and pulled her up. 

Tony kissed her hard and deep. He could taste the saltiness on her lips and tongue and it fueled him. 

"I need you and need you now Paula." Tony commanded. 

Tony unfastened Paula's jeans and spun her around. He tugged and pushed her pants, taking her panties down with them. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades and bent her over at the waist. The site before him was incredibly erotic. Her jeans were down around her knees and the high heeled boots she was wearing, jutted her ass out and gave him the perfect angle to penetrate. Taking his cock in his hand, he lined the tip at the sweet opening that was presented to him and pushed. The head separated the pink lips and entered Paula just enough to cause a low deep moan from her. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm Yes!" Paula cooed.

Tony withdrew only slightly before digging his fingers into Paula's hips and thrust forward again driving most of his thick eight inches inside her.

This time Paula howled. "Ohhhh yes! Yes Tony fuck me! God fuck me! I've wanted this!" 

Tony didn't want to disappoint and dug his fingers in deeper, pulling her hips back while thrusting forward. This time he buried his entire length inside Paula's young tight pussy and held it there enjoying the quivering of her muscles. 

Paula gripped the sides of Tony's desk as she rode out her first orgasm. She could barely breathe and was in shock that just feeling Tony's thick cock inside her was enough to make her cum. Her eyes widened and she began panting when she felt him withdraw before starting a steady in and out rhythm. 

A half a dozen deep strokes of Tony's hot, hard, shaft had Paula screaming again while her body shuddered. Her orgasms were coming in waves now...one right after the other while Tony kept up a fevered pace. 

Tony looked down between their bodies watching his dick move in and out of her. He could see it covered in her creamy white girl cum and it turned him on even more. He swore he could feel his cock getting harder, thicker, and longer as he split Paula's pussy open. 

Tony had imagined how tight Paula was, but had no idea just how tight this young, never married, twenty-something would be. His balls were tightening and he knew he wouldn't last long. The whole scenario was overwhelming. Her mouth had primed him, and now her tight pussy was quickly going to finish the job.

"Mmmphhh mmmphhh" Tony grunted while pounding the flesh bent over in front of him. Paula was gasping and riding the waves of pleasure coursing through her abdomen and body while gripping Tony's desk even harder. 

"Jesus Paula you're so damn tight! I can't last any longer." Tony exclaimed needing to know where he should empty his balls.

"Cum inside me. God please don't pull out now...FILL ME!" Paula screamed, reassuring Tony in a not so lady like manner.

With a final growl, Tony lunge his hips forward. He held her tight burying his length deep inside her sex. Tony's body started to spasm as the first burst of cum filled Paula's insides and his body jerked and convulsed in rapid succession matching each time his cock erupted.

Paula let out another long loud moan as her final and most powerful climax ripped through her body. She dug her fingers into the wood veneer of the desk hanging on for the ride she was being given.

Paula milked the last drops of cum from Tony's shaft, causing Tony to sporadically jerk as little shock waves pierced through him.

Tony had to concentrate to breathe, trying his best to fill his lungs with much needed oxygen. Paula lay motionless, as she too tried to regain some resemblance of breath. 

When Tony found the strength, and composure, he propped himself up on his elbows, but still his chest touched Paula's back. He began with soft kisses on the back of her neck.

"You my dear are simply incredible." Tony whispered in Paula's ear. "As often as I'd fantasized about doing this, I never in a million years thought it possible."

"Are you telling me you're sorry for fucking me?" Paula replied.

"God no." Tony said. "I'm just in awe that it finally happened, and damn glad it did!"

Tony pushed up and started to stand. His softening cock slipped from its tight confines and a mixture of their pleasure ran down the insides of Paula's thighs and onto the floor. 




Overtime at the Office



"My god, when I told you to cum inside me I had no idea you'd flood me with it!" Paula exclaimed.

"Well it's been a while." Tony answered, "And I guess I had quite a bit stored up."

Paula was standing and picking her jeans up from around her knees, fastening them.

"Well don't take this the wrong way, I didn't plan on this happening. I don't regret it, but to be brutally honest I was horny as hell. Otherwise I'm not for sure if I'd gone through with it. I always wanted to keep our friendship just that, as friends. 

"I've had fantasies about you I can't deny, I've just been able to keep my hormones in check." Paula said.

"So should I be saying I'm sorry for taking advantage of you?" Tony asked.

"No, not at all. I was more than willing, and again, being honest I needed that. I think you and I can still be friends, but what do you think about us being able to see each other for something more than just coffee or lunch?" Paula asked inquisitively.

"Well I'm not the kind of guy to just fuck you and forget you, so yes I still want to be friends, but are you asking me if we should start dating? I don't know how the company or co-workers would take to that Paula."

"No Tony, rest your worried head. I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, but it's obvious neither one of us is dating anyone, and there are times when a person has needs. I trust you, or I'd never come over to your office to begin with, let alone allow you to bend me over your desk. I'm saying I like you, and I like you a lot, and I'm saying I know you and I can get together when we have those needs and privately take care of them. I believe the term we are looking at is Friends with Benefits, keeping it just between you and me. And just to let you know how much I enjoyed it, with a benefit package like yours that's one hell of a good deal for a girl!" Paula said with a sly devilish grin.

Tony laughed and replied. "Paula, I think you and I just took our friendship to a new level. One of which I am proud to participate in. But like you said I think it would be best if it were just between you and me. Who knows what the future may have, but I think right now I am more than willing to have lunch with you and dessert!" Tony was pulling the zipper up on his jeans and getting himself presentable tucking his shirt in.

"So it's agreed. Keep it secret but we can see each other from time to time. Let's just try to keep bending me over your desk to a minimum. "Paula stated and they both laughed and agreed.

"I do have a proposition for you though." Tony began, "what about skipping lunch? I can wrap things up here and you and I can either grab some dinner or maybe watch some Netflix tonight?"

"I think that's a great idea. I need to clean up anyhow. I smell of sex." Paula said matter of factly. "I'll text you my address and you can come over, say around 7 o'clock" 

"Great, I'll be there with the popcorn," Tony said as he was unlocking and opening the door for Paula. 

Tony leaned in and gave her a deep passionate kiss which she returned eagerly. 

"I'll see you then." Paula said, and as she was walking out Tony gave her a playful slap on the ass and replied,

"I can't wait."