0 comments/ 18777 views/ 0 favorites The Auditor By: SxyJenn It was a necessary evil of the job. Our annual audit. I know this. And no matter how hard I worked during the year to keep my i's dotted and my t's crossed, by June it inevitably takes over and by December the mounds of paperwork have all but swallowed me whole. Come January, I pray to God to just let me get through this one and next year will be different. Better. Stress-free. I swear to Him as much as I do to myself. The bad part was, I always felt the stress and I wasn't even the almighty one responsible for it all. Sure, I had accountability for my areas, but in the big picture, I was simply a lowly accounting clerk. At least, had I worked for a larger company that's what I would be. However, working for a small business and being one of three people in the accounting department, my role was rather large and my days were filled with all aspects of accounts payable processing, various general ledger management and bank reconciliations. Outside of work, my pathetic life did not allow for much as my thoughts constantly lingered back to work, organizing the next day's tasks in my mind. I enjoyed my work and, to my detriment, was consumed with it most of the time. Not that it was mind-boggling, earth-shattering work by any means, but I did like the practicality and relative smoothness of the whole accounting process. Everything had its place. And, when I got around to it, I tried to bring the same organization into my personal life, however, I was constantly too practical about things and often found it hard to just let go and let my hair down. The most annoying part of the audit, by far, was the auditors themselves. A crew of two or three people made up of one lead auditor, generally a more seasoned member of the firm, and he or she would have one or two staff accountants in tow. The staff accountants were often just (I'm saying that the ink was not even dry on their diplomas) out of college. Typically, they were always more concerned with studying for their upcoming CPA (Certified Public Accountant) exams than the task at hand. And they were certain to try to bring communication 'down to my level' because, not being a part of some hot-shot accounting firm and all, they wanted to make sure I could comprehend their big requests. In their minds, I truly was nothing more than a lowly accounting clerk and their arrogance was nauseating. The first year, maybe two, I actually let these people belittle me on some level. Now in my fourth year with this company, aside from the mounds of prep work, their presence in our office was nothing more than a blip on my busy radar. Rarely, thankfully, did the same auditor come back more than once. After they had passed their exams and completed their required sentence at the firm, the generally moved on to bigger and better things – even if it was within the same firm. They were no longer required to make the horrendous journeys to insignificant little companies like the one I worked for. Rumor had it that this year thing would be different. Brad, a staff accountant from the previous year, was returning as the lead auditor this year. This was fine by me. He was personable and we had worked well together the year before. He seemed to be the one exception to my distaste of auditors. Of course, the fact that he was extremely attractive might have had a little bit to do with it. My boss was indisposed (i.e. in the ladies' room) when Brad arrived, so the receptionist paged me out to the lobby to meet him. I saw him through the glass doors before he saw me and those brief seconds allowed me to absorb him, note the changes in him in the last year and return to being my calm and collected self before he spotted me. The interim seconds updated me on the following: he was not only more attractive than I remembered, but he was exuding this overwhelming sexuality that I had not remembered from last year. Perhaps it had been too long. Perhaps I was just extraordinarily lonely and horny. In any case, had there not been a half dozen people in the lobby, I surely would have, uncharacteristically, jumped him right there. As I gave him a visual once-over, electrical pulses raced through my vagina. Standing about six three, he was dressed sharply in a dark blue suit, a light blue shirt with maroon pinstripes underneath and a maroon tie. His very short, thick, light brown hair looked so soft I just wanted to reach up and run my fingers through it. Brad had the clearest blue eyes I have every seen in my life that were framed by these tiny gold wire-rim glasses. I can't explain it, but – when I allow myself to look – I am always attracted to men in wire-rims. Aside from the glasses, he is the complete physical opposite of the men that I am usually attracted to. Before Brad, dark eyes – with or without the wire-rims – were my first attraction to any man. Dark hair closely followed that. And, due to the fact that I am only five-five myself, a man pushing the six-foot mark rarely caught my glance. Being raised in the 'country-fied' suburbs of the big city, I was generally drawn to men on the more rustic side. The ironic combination - in my mind, as I have yet to see it in real life – of a dark eyed businessman by day in a flannel shirt and jeans by night, sitting next to me on a couch in a cabin in the mountains, with his wire-rims on while he reads to me in front of a roaring fire would have to be my idea of a perfect man. As soon as Brad saw me, I caught him giving me the same once-over that I had given him. Knowing that he was in a new office practically every week, I held onto a slim hope that he would remember me at all. However recognition, then a smile of approval, swept over his face. I had changed somewhat since the previous year. Never one to be considered skinny even now, I had lost about twenty pounds and had been working out regularly and I found confidence in the fact that I knew it showed. I was dressed in a black suit with red pinstripes and red blouse underneath. The skirt fell just about to my knees and had small slits on either side, which allowed me to show off a bit of my newly toned thighs. The blouse, while still deemed professional, had a daringly low v-neck and I was sure that, from the right angle, one would be able to see everything that Victoria's Secret was pushing up beneath it. Remembering his towering height, I had slipped into my higher black pumps that morning which added a few inches, anyway. Of course, looking at him, I wish I had remembered a spare set of panties, also. My shoulder length hair was pulled back from my face, my attempt at showing off the high cheekbones that the women in my family were blessed with that had, until recently, been camouflaged by my baby cheeks. At twenty-two, my still youthful looks were often a curse when it came to men ("So, what high school do you go to?"). I was fortunate that my natural pigment and perfectly manicured eyebrows left little need for make-up to accentuate my features, particularly my dark eyes that I have always been very happy with. I have never had the desire to be the blue-eyed blonde – no offense to women of that nature, my best friend even sports such a look, albeit unnaturally. (A brief note to the mathematicians in the audience. I realize that we graduate from high school around our eighteenth year, and I have mentioned being at this company for four years, maintaining a decent job position and only being twenty-two. This was entirely possible as having taken numerous business classes in high school, being a quick study and a hard worker, I was able to rapidly and successfully capitalize on my entry-level secretarial position with this company.) I walked through the door and into Brad's outstretched arm- err, hand. I couldn't be sure, but for a brief moment I thought that another part of him was outstretched as well. Most likely, that part was just wishful thinking. "Jenn, how in the world have you been?" he asked, while shaking my hand for an extended period of time. We stood there staring oddly into each other's eyes. Meanwhile, the electricity entering my body from where our hands met coursed through me and got the mysterious feeling of being weak in the knees. Somehow, we mutually realized that there were other people in the room. We - I believe reluctantly on both of our parts - pulled away from each other. Brad proceeded to introduce me to his crew, a couple of newbies to the firm who could care less who I was, they just wanted to get started, get finished and get out. The rest of the week was standard operating procedure, really. Long hours and long days, consisting of, unfortunately, my working with the newbies who were constantly at my office for one inane reason or another. Aside from the group lunch on the first day, which was my boss's idea of a bonding hour to kick off our audit, I rarely saw Brad during the week. Well, that was when I wasn't finding a million and one reasons to use the copier outside of the conference room where he and his crew were stationed so that I could salivate over the fact that I was that close to him. I was definitely a stalker-in-the-making. On the last day, we had a brief meeting to recap the work that had been done and to advise us what was left to do. It was determined that Brad would stay an extra day to cover some final items with Pat, my boss. His followers would fly out that night and they obviously couldn't be happier. Pat advised me that I could take Friday off as a reward for my hard work over the past several weeks, especially since Brad didn't need me for anything. Ouch. That's exactly how she said it and that's just what I didn't want to hear right now. Pat and I had briefly discussed the possibility the previous week and while I was thankful that she kept her word for a change, now that the time was here I could think of a thousand reasons to stay and much more of my regular work to be done. Yeah, like I was kidding anyone. There was one – and only one – reason that I did not want to take Friday off. At the end of the day, I reluctantly stopped by the conference room to say good-bye to Brad. Apparently, his followers could not get to the airport fast enough and had already cleared out. No loss there. Actually, it was fortunate for me as I now had Brad to myself in these final moments for the first time all week. Not that I had the nerve to do anything. It was just that if I drooled or stuttered in these final moments, he and I would be the only ones to catch this act and since I most likely would not see him again, it would just be between the two of us. Of course, all I could think about as I stood in the doorway, watching him sans jacket and tie with his sleeves rolled up revealing his muscular forearms as he hunched over his work, was that I wished there was a whole lot less between us. I also began to hope that he would not be able to detect my aroused scent, which was blatantly obvious to me, as I approached him. I lightly placed my hand on his shoulder, then quickly pulled away. Partly because of that electric shock that flowed again when we touched. Partly because he jumped back, too. Was it possibly he felt the same thing? "I'm sorry to interrupt you, Brad," I began to ramble. "I know you are really busy and you are trying to get finished up so that, like your follo - err, co-workers – you can get the hell out of town. I don't want to keep you, I just wanted to say that it was nice seeing you again and working with you, albeit briefly, and…" "Have you been working out, Jenn?" he interrupted, capturing my eyes in the sparkly oceans of his own. "Um, excuse me?" I asked, oddly, in an embarrassed sort of way. "Damn, I'm sorry, Jenn. I didn't mean to offend you. Let me make that clear before you lodge some kind of sexual harassment suit against me. It's just that, well, you are looking really great and I was wondering if you had been visiting the gym…" "Yes." It was my turn to interrupt. Of course, my response was saying yes to many things, particularly what I hoped he was getting at. "Great! Can you tell me where it is? I have been eating badly this week and being rather lazy in general and I was hoping you could point me in the right direction so I could swing by there after I stop at the hotel to get changed." Ouch, part two. That was so not what I had hoped he was getting at. "Well, yea," I stammered. "It's right across town…" I bent over to grab a piece of paper to write, with hand shaking wildly, the directions down for him because I didn't want to vocalize my disappointment. As I reached for the pen, I caught his eyes momentarily glued to my cleavage. My nipples hardened like light bulbs popping on as I began to brainstorm. "Actually," I began, as my mind rapidly forming a plan and I stayed bent over as not to interrupt his view, " I was heading over there tonight anyway. How about I swing by the hotel and pick you up and come along?" I wasn't, really. I was supposed to be having dinner with Stephanie (the blue-eyed, blonde) but I would call her from my cell phone to cancel. I was certain she would understand. Apparently it was his turn to stammer "Well, yea…that sounds like a great idea. What time?" "Well, providing you get out of here on time, how does 6 sound?" "It sounds like a date," he confirmed. I slowly pulled away from the table as I looked him directly in the eye. "Hardly a date, Brad. I mean, if this was a date, we'd have something a little more exciting on the agenda, wouldn't you say?" I said, punctuating my comment with a flirtatious wink. I don't know what was coming over me exactly, but I think the current status of my nipples had something to do with my sudden courage. "Sorry, I didn't mean a 'date'…" his voice trailed off as I walked out the door. "Six o'clock sharp." I called as I exited the conference room. Damn it. How could I have been so stupid? It was 6:15 p.m. We were sitting in my car simply staring at the front door to the gym. It was obvious that when opportunity knocked earlier, my head had been elsewhere. How did I not realize that the gym closed early tonight? Brad had been waiting in front of the hotel when I pulled up. Unlike the horrendous stories you may hear about women, some of them true, we are not all destined to be eternally late for every scheduled time in life. In fact, I was early. The weather had been unseasonably warm, so Brad was simply wearing an old, gray college sweatshirt and baggy, navy jogging pants. Everything was left to the imagination, and, believe me, I was vividly imagining. It didn't take me long to get ready. I simply slipped on a black sports bra and black shorts, over which I slipped into a black jogging suit. I pulled my hair up into a bun, pulling a few loose tendrils around m face. Black, slimming. Hair up, ready to work-out. Casual and confident. Looking perfectly suitable for an evening at the gym. Relaxed and, I hoped, no obvious signs that my thighs were on fire as I ached for him to be there. Relaxed? What a joke. Now I was in panic-mode, trying to figure out what to do next. Was he thinking I was an idiot for not knowing the hours of my own gym? Did he want to go back to the hotel? Was he expecting me to entertain him the rest of the evening. Believe me, if he was interested, I could think of lots of ways entertain him… "What do you say?" Brad's words jerked me from my own thoughts. Shit. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked innocently. Brad looked at me, puzzled. "I said there was a roadside ice cream stand just back there. What do you say we indulge?" Indulge. So many things I would like to indulge myself into right now. "Well, sure….but, doesn't that defeat the purpose of our original plan?" I asked with a little giggle. "You have the sexiest giggle." "Excuse me?" "Shit. I am not trying to offend you, believe me. But you have the sexiest, throaty little giggle." Brad tried to explain. There was a bit of an awkward pause, while we sat there, looking much too deeply into each other's eyes, considering we had nothing more than a business relationship. "Um, well, thanks. I guess I just don't see myself in that light too much." Maybe internally, I thought. "At least not to the point where I receive compliments to that affect." "Well, then, the guys are committing a grave injustice" he said. I laughed. Hard. "What's so funny?" he asked. "Well, the only thing I've ever been attached to is my work," I explained, while starting to ramble again. "I mean, in high school, sure. Boys were everything. But anymore, it's all work. And virtually no play. And I'm afraid that often makes Jenn here a dull girl. So, unfortunately, I have no idea what else we could do tonight. Perhaps I should just take you – " My rant was suddenly interrupted by Brad's swift movement across my car, consuming my mouth with his own. It wasn't soft and gentle. I mean, it certainly wasn't an attack, either. It was commanding. Empowering. Hungry. That's it – hungry. A full explosion of the hunger in him and the hunger in me. His hand on the back of my neck, holding me in place while his mouth took mine. My hands stroking his chest through his sweatshirt as I kissed him back. Our hot tongues dancing together to the rythmn of an internal song that was chanting, "More, more!". Brad pulled back just as suddenly as he had move in. "What did you say?" he breathlessly asked. I shook the lustful fog from my head. Shit. Had I just said that out loud? "I said 'more'," shocking myself as I admitted that out loud. He smiled in a way that made me want to lean over and slowly lick his lips. Suddenly, my thoughts were my actions as I leaned in and lightly began to trace his with my tongue. Painstakingly slow and light, it took every ounce of my strength not to let my hunger take over again. His mouth fell open before I was halfway across his lower lip. His hand was fingering the small pieces of hair at the side of my face and just as I finished my circle and was moving in to lock my lips to his again, he whispered something. "What?" I impatiently asked. He swallowed, seeming a bit shaken. "I guess it was just my turn to say 'more'," he said. He leaned away from me and sat back down in his seat. First he asks for more, then he pulls away. Isn't it the girl's job to be the tease? Or maybe he wasn't teasing. Perhaps he had changed his mind. After all, the whole thing was ridiculous. We are working together, technically, even though my part is done. And he is leaving tomorrow. And this isn't like me. Of course, maybe it is and I've just never given myself the chance. No, it's not me. But, perhaps it's me, just this one night, with him. And maybe it's not like him either. But maybe, just maybe, for tonight, it could be. I started the car. An awkward silence filled the confined space. I slowly pulled out of the parking lot. About a mile down the road, we passed the ice cream stand. Finally, he spoke. "Maybe we could have used that ice cream cool down?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood. But my mind was made up. A new empowering took over. "I don't think that either one of us needs – or wants – to cool down," I began, shakily. "I am taking you back to the hotel. What happens when we get there is completely up to you. I know what I want, but the question is what do you want? By my clock, you have 12 minutes to decide." The silence, a little more awkward now that my proposition was out on the table, was deafening. The twelve minutes literally seemed twelve hours. This boldness was new to me. I sort of liked it. I didn't anticipate it would become a regular part of my life. But tonight, I was a different person. Perhaps the real me to an extent. All I knew for sure is that I wanted to be this new me with him, tonight, in the most carnal way imaginable. If only he wanted me. The Auditor Periodically, the company gets audited. Usually, it's the same two or three firms that do it, we seem to rotate between them depending on whether it's the government or private customers that require the audit. No matter the company, the routine is the same. A group of accountants show up and we've worked out a process, it's actually pretty painless. They meet with each group and review the key components, we have some boiler plate we give them to fill in the necessary blanks and then we all go on our merry way. Sometimes, they have some follow-up question, but generally, it's pretty bland. While the auditors are always very nice and professional, they generally are guys, although occasionally, sometimes a rather pleasant looking woman will be part of their group. When that is the case, they are almost always very young, pretty much straight out of college, just stepped out in the world and want to get some experience. That makes for a nice distraction during a few meetings, but there is no serious thought that anything will occur. With our recent group of auditors, however, the first time I met them, it appeared that there might be a change. The usual group of guys were introduced and then a fairly pretty young woman stepped forward and shook my hand, introducing herself as Leslie. Discretely, I gave her the once over. While she was not drop dead gorgeous, she certainly could turn a few heads. Nice dirty blond hair, average build, and solid personality. Hmm......a few brain cells AND a decent body. Once they turned to walk away, though, my eyes got a treat. She had an ass that brought to mind the phrase "work it!" She was not a big girl at all, but her backside really was nice and round. I couldn't tell if she was a swimmer, runner or maybe a soccer player, but it looked as though she worked out somehow. Over the next few weeks, we would stop to talk on occasion, I found out a few things about her - mostly mindless drivel as I concentrated on not looking her over too much. She had smaller breasts, maybe a B cup, nice face, well proportioned for her size and weight. She mostly wore some type of heels and pants, which only served to accentuate her ass. One day, she wore the most outspoken pants I had seen her wear. Usually, she wore black pants and a white blouse. Today, she wore striped pants with her standard white shirt, nothing too outlandish, but it definitely made her ass stand out. I had to work late to catch up on paperwork. As luck would have it, she was leaving at the same time I did and we walked out the door together. "Hey," she said, "going home?" "Yeah," I replied, "I am beat." "Maybe we could get a drink sometime," she said. Hmm, I thought, that sounds good, wondering what that meant in her mind. We walked a few steps further and then separated as she turned to the right. I turned left towards my car and walked a few steps. Unconsciously, I looked back towards her, her coat covered her more than I would have liked. "Damn," I muttered. She turned back towards me and smiled, "What?" she asked. Uh oh, I thought, she heard. "Uhhhh, nothing," I said. "Oh," she said, still smiling and showing me a perfect set of teeth. "I thought you might have said something." She turned slowly towards me. I tried to recover smoothly. "Just thinking about maybe getting that drink," I said. "Sometime." "Oh," she said, walking back towards me, her heels clipping on the pavement. "Do you have time now?" "I guess I could," I said, my mind racing. Damn, this girl might be serious about it, I thought, she's not just making idle conversation. "Sure," I answered, "let's go. Where to?" She answered, "There's a bar and restaurant at my hotel, if you don't mind, could we go there? That way I don't have to find my way home." "No problem," I answered, "I wouldn't want you drinking too much and then getting in an accident." "Yeah," she said, "if I am near my home, I can relax a little," she smiled. "Can you follow me?" "Sure," I said, and we both walked towards our cars. I got in my sedan and pulled out. I was a little shocked to see that she got into a brand new black Mercedes. Wow, I thought, nice car, they must pay pretty well at her firm. I followed her a mile or so away into the chain hotel by the freeway. I parked a few slots away from her and got out. She got out and joined me, her bags slung over her shoulders. "I have to go up to my room and drop off my bags," she said. "Do you want to go into the bar and I'll meet you there?" "Sure," I said and as we entered the hotel, and watched her walk away. As I went into the bar and sat down, I thought about the situation. Hmmm, I wondered, where will this go. I ordered a coke and sat down at a table. There were only a few people in the bar, it was a standard casual lounge, smoke free thankfully, because we were in California. Nicely decorated, tasteful, I thought as I sat in a chair and surveyed the scene. A few minutes later, Leslie walked into the bar. As she walked towards me, I took a minute to look her over. She still had on her tight striped pants, but she had replaced her white blouse with a black one. As she came up to me, she smiled her big smile and slid into the chair next to me. Hmmm, I thought, she could have sat across from me, but she sat next to me. Maybe......nah, I thought, I'll let it go. The lone waitress in the bar came over. "What can I get you?" she asked. Leslie looked at me and asked, "What are you having?" "Just a coke," I said, nodding towards my drink. "Ohhh," she said, thoughtfully, "don't you want to unwind a little with me?" "I do.....I do," I said, "but I do have to drive home also." "OK," she said, "then, I'll have a coke also." As the waitress left, my mind thought about the implications of her order. Well, I thought, I guess it's just going to be a pleasant few minutes of talking. I was broken out of my zone by feeling something brush against me leg. I looked down, startled and saw Leslie's leg brushing against mine. I hurriedly said, "Sorry" and moved my leg a little bit away. "Why?" she asked, "why are you sorry?" "I didn't realize I was touching your leg," I said, apologizing. "No, silly," she said and flashed me her most engaging smile. "I'm the one who touched you." And with that, she placed her hand on my thigh. I swallowed what drink I had in my mouth and pondered for a moment. She started to move her hand off my leg and said, "I thought you were interested by the way you look at me at work." "Oh, you noticed?" I asked. "Well, you are very discrete," Leslie said, "but I did notice you checking out my ass a few times." "It's kind of hard to miss," I said, "you have a very nice one." "Well, thank you," she replied and settled her hand back onto my thigh, this time, moving it a few inches higher towards my groin. I felt a stirring in my groin as she did this and my thoughts fled instantly towards what could, and what would occur. I glanced at her and smiled. "I guess we are here now, huh?" I said, instantly thinking, what lame small talk. "Yes," she said, "and where should we go?" She lazily drug her hand up my leg and brushed over my groin, my cock now becoming rigid and noticeable. Leslie leaned in towards me and said in a low voice, "You know, we could do just about anything to relax," her voice trailing off. I looked over at her and immediately saw that she was looking down at the bulge in my pants. Taking that as a sign, I turned my face into her hair and softly asked, "Did you have anything in mind?" At the same time, I lifted my arm from the chair and gently placed it on her back. To the casual observer, we would appear as nothing more than colleagues haring a drink and a whispered conversation. However, to me, it felt as though she had unleashed a tiger in my pants. The pressure was mounting and I felt like I had to do something. It had been a while since I had flirted and something as simple as this had made me hard and actually a little uncomfortable. I glanced around and saw that the two guys at the bar were paying no attention to us. It was a good thing, because at that moment, she stood up and pulled me my the hand. "Come on," she said, "let's go." I stumbled as she pulled me towards the door, partly from shock and partly from my hard-on. "Wait," I said, "we didn't pay." Letting go of her hand, I quickly grabbed a 10 from my wallet and laid it on the counter of the bar. I turned to see that she was already walking out of the bar.I rushed after her and caught up to her as she entered the elevator. As the door closed behind us, Leslie turned to me and practically attacked me, pushing my body backwards against the wall. She kissed me hard and pressed her body against mine, at the same time reaching between my legs and grasping my now completely rigid cock. I kissed her back hard, moving my hands to her ass. It was as good as I had imagined, firm cheeks with plenty to grab. As she moved her tongue into my mouth, the door chimed announcing our arrival at her floor. Thank God there was no one standing there waiting. She broke away from me and grabbed my hand, pulling me out the door and down the hall. As she opened the door to her room and pulled me in, I looked around quickly. It was a nice looking room, the bed was already turned down and the lamp by the bed had a red sheer cloth placed over it. She saw me looking and said, "I hoped you would want to come up, so I prepared for it." Now that she had given me the clear signal, I released any reservations that I held and gently pushed her down onto the bed. She tried to sit up, but I stood between her legs and pushed her back down. "Oh, you like to be in charge," Leslie asked and relaxed, staying down. "I know what I want," I said, "and once I get approval to move ahead, I take it," I replied. "Then," Leslie said, "permission is granted." With that, she stretched her arms out above her head and grinned. I slowly leaned forward, placing my hands on her body and then running them up along her stomach and over her breasts. As my body made contact with hers, my already stiff cock became painfully rock hard. As I gently massaged her breasts, she closed her eyes and murmured something softly. I unbuttoned her blouse and to my surprise, she had no bra underneath. Her breasts were pleasantly firm and round, as I thought a good B cup. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and tweaked them gently. Again, Leslie said something softly under her breath. I laid on top of her and softly asked her what she said. She opened her eyes and looked me square in the face. "I want you to go ahead and fuck me," she said. "Quit toying with me and start giving me some of that cock you've been holding in your pants." Wow, I thought, this girl isn't playing around. With that direct encouragement, I wasted no time in getting her pants off and exposing her rock hard ass, clad only in a tiny black g-string. I rolled her over onto her stomach and smacked her ass once. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, "give it to me." I slapped her other ass cheek and then massaged both of them grabbing a good handful and enjoying every second of it. Leslie moaned louder, which only encouraged me. I flipped her back over and flung her legs wide open. Her g-string did not do a good job of covering up her pussy and I could tell that she was wet, judging by the amount of shiny surface that were exposed on her inside thighs. I quickly removed my shirt and pants and finally freed my cock from the constrictions on my underwear. Holding her legs, I knelt between her legs and moved my cock towards her pussy. Leslie lifted her legs higher and placed hr hands under her thighs, holding them up in a V shape. Good God, I thought, this girl really wants to get fucked. I slid my cock into her soaked pussy and immediately felt her clench it tight with her muscles. She was both tight and smooth at the same time. I started moving my hips back and forth, each time thrusting a little deeper. Leslie resumed moaning and pulled her legs closer to her, opening her now completely wet pussy to me and allowing deeper access. Grunting, I felt that I was near climax and groaned that I was cumming. Leslie started bucking her hips and her moans increased. I pushed deeper into her pussy and started to shake. I couldn't control it anymore and yelled, clasping her thighs and straining against them. I felt her tense and her body arched. Leslie's moans became a throaty yell and she let loose with a "Fuuuuuuckkkk!" that I thought would bring someone knocking on the door. Slumping forward, I loosened my hold on her legs and started to collapse onto her body. She let go of her thighs and let them slowly fall down. Taking my head in her hands, Leslie kissed me deeply. "Pretty good," she said, "are you ready for a second round?" "Sure," I smiled weakly. "Let's go." She pushed me off of her and turned around on the bed, getting onto her hands and knees. Her g-string was a mess, soaked through and nearly torn off. She reached around with one hand and tore it off of her body, tossing it onto the floor. I moved up behind her and, to my surprise, felt my cock already getting hard again. Damn,I thought, I haven't been able to fire twice like this since college. As I moved forward with my hardening member, I started maneuvering into her slick hole. She said, "Uh, Uh" and shook her head. I was confused for a microsecond, but then I understood. This girl wanted it up the ass! I slid my now hard cock up a few inches and placed it at the entrance to her anus. Leslie moved her hips around and look back at me, a huge smile on her face. "Give it to me," she said, and sunk her face down into the pillow, propping her rear even higher in the air and giving me the most inviting target I had had in years. I slowly pushed into her anus, finding resistance, but continuing to go in. To my surprise, she was pushing back against my groin, trying to get it in her. With a small 'pop' I was in past her ring and found myself thrusting into a new area of delight. As I built up speed, she lifted her head and started her throaty moaning again. Leslie started tossing her head, her hair flying as a crescendo started. My balls slapped up against her and I found it harder and harder to stay inside her as she was literally thrashing around. With a massive groan, she collapsed down onto the bed and at the same time, I spent my load into her ass, falling onto her as well. Lying on top of her, I nuzzled her neck. "Good," I murmured into her ear. "Yes," she whispered, "I may have found a fuck buddy while I am in town." The Auditor We were stopped at the red light across the street at the hotel. Damn. It was always a long one. It was like this big moment hanging over our heads – my proposition, the hotel staring us down – a decision that had to be made. I turned my head slightly to inquire as to his answer. Was I to pull into a parking space or simply slow down so he could jump out at the entrance to the hotel? Before I could get he words out, he lunged back towards me again, pouncing like an animal onto his prey. Our mouths melting together again and this time more than our hands were exploring. His large hand covered my left breast, kneading it firmly through my clothes. My hands, being a little bolder, slipped underneath his sweatshirt, sliding up across his toned stomach, lightly stroking his right nipple. A car horn blared us back into reality. I looked up, realizing that the light had changed some time ago. Pissed off drivers raged all around. I pushed the accelerator and shot across the intersection, sped across the parking lot and found the first parking space. We jumped out of the car simultaneously and as we met at the back of the car, he grabbed my hand, all but pulling me into the hotel as I practically ran to keep up with his long strides. Moving quickly across the lobby, we hopped onto an elevator that was closing its doors. Fortunately we were alone in there. The second the door closed, our bodies magnetically pulled together again. Our hands continued to explore as we both began to lift off out respective sweatshirts. We joined again, bringing our naked (with the exception of my sports bra) upper bodies together. Hot flesh against hot flesh. The elevator bell rang and we sprung apart, just as we had in the car at the stoplight. We had arrived at his floor and exited the elevator, sweatshirts in hand, and headed for his room. To any other guest, we would just look like a couple who was returning from a nice run. It took three tries for him to unlock the door. My patience, the little that I possess, was wearing thin. My hand cupped his ass, giving him a little good luck pinch on the third try. We were soon spilling in the door, kissing and groping and undressing all at the same time. In no time at all, we were naked before one another. My mouth watered as I looked him over, imagining all the different ways I wanted to lick him tonight. Kissing madly once again, I guided him backward towards the bed. Once we arrived there, I sat him down. As I leaned in again, his hands found my breasts, massaging them in a way that made my pussy start leaking like a faucet. My hands firmly pushed his shoulders back, laying him down on the bed while I climbed up on top of him. My mouth began to lick and suck his face, his earlobes, his chin, his neck. I worked my way lower, sliding my breasts along his chest and stomach, as I left his erotic grasp. My breasts were pressed against his hardness as I started to tongue his belly button. I felt his hands on the back of my head. At first I thought he was going to push me lower, assuming that he was as anxious as I was to reach my final destination. Instead, he reached for the clip on the back of my head, releasing my flowing dark mane from its hold. He tossed the clip aside and started to shake my hair out, all loose and wild. He seemed to like its soft touch on skin. Dragging my hair and my breasts further down, I finally reached the center of my desire. Licking my lips first, then the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around his tip. He moaned deeply. The salty taste of his precum drove me wild. My lips enclosed his head and I began to suckle it. With each taste, my mouth slid lower onto his shaft. Engulfing him, inch by inch, while my hands softly cupped and massaged his balls. When I swallowed what was initially all I could take, I began to slide my mouth up and down on his cock, stroking it with my mouth. My tongue was rapidly stroking him back and forth as my head moved up and down. Brad's hips were rocking up and down and he seemed completely lost in the sensations, which pleased me. Somehow, however, he managed to stay coherent enough to grab my shoulders, then my hips, guiding me around so that my body lay along his and my pussy would drip right above his face. The first touch of his tongue made my body tremble. It has been so long since anyone, other than myself, had touched me there. I moaned as I licked his shaft, temporarily distracted from my own task. His tongue ran little circles around my hole and I swear I felt it spring open to welcome him. His lips followed the path of his fingers as they parted my pussy lips. I shivered as his mouth surrounded my clit and began to suck on it. I felt his nose brushing my hole as his mouth locked on to my clit. Wanting him to feel every bit of the pleasure I was experiencing, I once again swallowed his cock into my mouth. My head was bobbing once again, this time to the pace that he had set on my clit. With every mouth stroke, I managed to take a little more in until I felt his head rubbing the back of my throat. When that happened, I stopped, letting it rest there. I began to swallow hard, pulling a steadier flow of precum into my throat. I began moaning in appreciation of the pleasure I was giving and receiving. Finally, it was Brad's turn to take control. He rolled us over, temporarily breaking our bond, only to create another, more powerful one. His mouth took control of my breasts as he lay me back on the bed, spreading my legs, and positioning himself between them. Propped up on the abundance of pillows covering the bed, I watched as my pussy seemed to draw his cock towards it. He teasingly slid its head over my clit, causing my body to jerk at the spark he created. His arms picked up my legs and wound them around his waste. I used them to pull him closer, anxious to feel him buried inside me. I moaned as he began to enter, slowly at first, allowing my tiny hole to adjust to the pleasant invasion. Slowly, steadily, he leaned forward, my pussy juices paving the way for fulfillment. His slowly gave a few short strokes, but the slow, shallow pace did not last long. This was the final spark needed to fully light the fire that had been smoldering in us all week. My fingernails gripped into his back as he thrust heartily again and again and again. My breasts shook wildly. Our pants and moans filled the room. We realized nothing but the need to reach complete satisfaction with each other. The pace quickened, the room spun and from deep inside of us both, there was an explosion so powerful that it launched us into a climax like we had never known. That was the first of several rounds of sexual release that night. We even found time to call room service for ice cream sundaes. However, knowing he would be getting up for work in a few hours, I carefully dressed and left the room around 4am. There would be no long good-byes, no long distance calls, no unfulfilled promises to meet again. I penned a short note on the hotel stationary, thanking him proving to me that life should be more than all work and no play, and for showing me in one short night what it felt like to be alive. (This story was based on actual events. In the unbelievably small world that this is, Brad did walk into my life again - as my boss, of all things - a few years and a few states later. Sadly, he then had a family, which left him completely off-limits by my standards. We never spoke of our previous encounter, thankfully, because I don't think either of us wanted to open Pandora's box...) The Auditors I was dreading the thought of going to work. Normally I enjoyed my job but for the next two weeks I was going to have to work with the companies auditors. Great, I thought, instead of flirting with the attractive women in the secretarial pool, I got to work with a couple of stuffy accountants. I arrived at work, dejected, dropped my briefcase off at my desk and went to the boardroom to meet the auditors. When I looked through the window into the room, I stopped. In the room were two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Must be the wrong room I thought ruefully as I opened the door, expecting to confirm my fears. "Hi, I'm Michael. Are you the auditors?" I tried not to sound too hopeful. "Yes," replied the man in the room, I hadn't noticed him earlier, "My name is Mark, I'm the manager on the job, this is Lisa, she's the audit senior, and this is Julia, her assistant. I'm just here for the morning to fill you in on what we need from you, then I'll leave you in Lisa's capable hands." Lisa introduced herself, she was around 5' 10" tall, with long straight black hair, dark blue eyes that seemed to see right through you, firm full breasts, with pert nipples visible through the tight black sweater she was wearing. Her legs were long and slender, ending at a nice tight ass. "Michael, I glad you'll be working with us. I always enjoy working with clients." Something in the way she said that made my dick twitch, I noticed that Julia raised an eyebrow when it did. I'm a fairly attractive guy; I'm 6' tall, 200 pounds with little fat anywhere to be seen. One thing I have going for me is that women seem very comfortable with me, and tell me things they normally keep to themselves. Being a typical male, I exploit this to my benefit, and theirs. I by no means have a huge dick but it's bigger than average, but when it comes to sex I can go all night, and through the morning too. "This is Julia, she'll be helping us how ever she can." I shook Julia's hand and noticed she glanced down at my swelling cock again, quite obviously. Julia was shorter than Lisa; maybe 5'6" but she had larger breasts. Her ass was firm and full, just the sort the begged to be fucked, hard. My cock continued to grow as these thoughts raced through my mind. "Well, let's have a seat and you can take me through things Mark." I said, thinking I better sit down soon before I'm completely hard, it's one thing for Julia or Lisa to notice but I don't want it to be obvious to anyone. I also thought the sooner I get Mark started the sooner he'll leave, and then I'll have these two lovely ladies all to myself. For the next three hours Mark went through the work for the next two weeks, it was fairly simple stuff, and pretty boring. About half way through the briefing I felt a foot caress my leg, I glanced towards Julia. She was looking at her notepad, pretending to take notes, then I felt a second foot caress the same leg. Lisa glanced at me and winked, then returned her attention to Mark. My poor dick was now straining against the fabric of my pants, begging to be let out. Mark finished around lunch and suggested we go out to eat. We headed to the restaurant across the street. Lunch was fun but uneventful. There was no more flirting from Lisa or Julia, and my cock had returned to normal size. Mark left us after lunch and we returned to the office. The afternoon went by fast, Lisa and Julia were focused on work, and so I decided to do the same. I was starting to think I had imagined everything earlier when I noticed what time it was. "Wow, the afternoon went by fast. It's almost six. I bet were the last ones in the office." I glanced out the boardroom window and noticed most of the lights were out. When I turned around I noticed both Lisa and Julia were standing, stretching after sitting all afternoon, it was quite an enticing sight. I felt my cock start to stir again. Lisa walked over and closed the boardroom door; Julia moved to the window and closed the blinds. My cock went instantly hard. "I thought the afternoon would never end," said Julia as she moved within arms reach and lightly touched my rock hard cock through my pants, "I've been waiting to get at this since I noticed him this morning." She knelt down in front of me, unzipped my pants, and freed my cock from its prison. She stabbed at the head with her tongue, and then licked it slowly from top to bottom. A soft moan escaped my lips. Without warning Julia engulfed the full length of my cock in her mouth. I felt it hit the back of her throat as she took it all in. She began slowly bobbing her head up and down, sucking me into her mouth all the time. It was the most amazing blowjob I had ever had. As she continued working my shaft I suddenly became of Lisa. She had removed her sweater to reveal her firm breasts, the nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her bra. She began to dance for me as she removed the rest of her clothes. She removed her skirt to show a thong, her neatly trimmed bush clearly visible through the thin fabric. There was a definite wet spot already visible. She slowly removed her bra and panties in a seductive dance, her show combined with Julia's talented mouth were driving me crazy. I start to speak but Lisa shushed me. "Let Julia have her fun, she loves getting a mouthful of cum. Don't worry though, I'm sure we'll be able to get you up for some more fun." Lisa continued her dance; she moved behind Julia and cupped her breasts. Julia rose up from the floor, she was bent over in front of me, her mouth never stopping on my dick. Lisa began undoing the buttons on Julia's tight blouse; Julia moved her hands from my balls and let Lisa take off her shirt. Her mouth never came of my cock. Julia's bra quickly followed. I reached out and pinched a nipple, it cause Julia to suck in even harder. I knew I was going to blow my load very soon. The suction on my dick was incredible. Lisa continued her undressing of Julia, soon her pants and thong joined Lisa's on the floor. Julia continued working my dick as Lisa began to rub Julia's clit. The effect on Julia was immediate as she began to orgasm. That was enough for me; the orgasm caused Julia to pull me fully into her throat. With a loud groan I exploded in her mouth. She kept milking me, it felt as if I released a gallon of cum down her throat. When I finally stopped spurting and she was sure she had everything, she stood up, letting my softening dick fall from her mouth. She smiled and turned to Lisa. The kissed passionately, then Lisa leaned back and opened her mouth, Julia had not swallowed all of my cum after all. She passed half my load to Lisa who swallowed it and then kissed Julia again. "Thanks" was all Lisa said. Julia smiled at me and then straddled me in the chair. She planted a deep kiss, our tongues playfully exploring each other. I could still taste the salty traces of my jism but I didn't really care. Lisa was behind me and started to unbutton my shirt. Every time I tried to say something one of them would shush me, or place their fingers on my lips, or fill it with their tongues. If they just want to play, then we'll just play, I thought to myself. Julia rose of me, my cock was already starting to harden again. She grabbed my hands and pulled me too my feet. Lisa moved behind me and pulled off my shirt. She pressed her erected nipples into my back as her hands reached around and undid my belt and pants. Julia pulled my pants off and sat me back down. "Julia and I will put on a little show for you, to help you get hard again. Feel free to join in whenever you think you're ready." Lisa gave my semi-hard cock a tug and turned to Julia. The two women kissed deeply, I could see their tongues darting between their mouths. All the while their hands were exploring the hidden crevices of their bodies. Julia reached down and began to rub Lisa's clit, pinching the hard nub, causing Lisa to gasp. "My poor Lisa, I've already cum once and you haven't gotten off yet. Well, I'm sure there's something I can do about that." Julia moved Lisa towards the conference table and eased her back onto it. Lisa pulled herself back and spread her legs on the table, exposing her cunt to Julia, and me. It was beautiful to see. Julia began to tease Lisa's clit, alternating between rubbing and pinching. It was having an immediate effect on Lisa, she was moaning, begging for Julia to suck her clitty. Julia obliged. She attacked Lisa's clit with the same enthusiasm she showed my cock earlier. Julia was bent over at the waist, her legs spread, exposing her pussy to me. She was rubbing her pussy vigorously as she devoured Lisa's cunt. My cock had long since returned to rock hard status, so I decided I had to get in on the action. I positioned my self behind Julia, kneading her ass and basking in the sweet scent of sex coming from between her legs. Her furious assault on her pussy continued as Lisa came closer and closer to climax. I reached a hand to her cunt and took over the rubbing, bending down further I lick her from her clit to her asshole. It was the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted. I began to attack her pussy with the same vigor she sucked my cock earlier, her moans increased as she continued to work on Lisa. Lisa suddenly let out a loud cry, singling her first climax; it was followed by several more of increasing volume. I maneuvered myself so I was under Julia, as I sucked fiercely at her clit, I suddenly shoved three fingers deep into her cunt, curling my finger to reach her G-spot. She reacted immediately, she arched her back and let out a growl, Lisa grabbed Julia's head and shoved it back to her pussy. I continued to work on Julia, who came shortly after. My mouth filled with her sweet cum, which I drank down, reveling in the flavor. I kept working at Julia's succulent cunt and was rewarded with two more explosive orgasms. Lisa was lying breathless on the table, spent from her multiple orgasms, the table was soaked with her cum. I moved out from under Julia as she stood up, having released her grip on Lisa's clit. I spun her to face me and gave her a deep kiss, tasting Lisa's juices on her lips and tongue. It was heavenly. Lisa was now sitting on the table, gazing longingly at my rigid cock. Lisa slid from the table and joined my embrace with Julia, she reached down and grabbed my dick in her soft hands, slowly pumping it. "Julia got to have some fun with this earlier, I think it's only fair that I get my chance." Lisa dropped to her knees and slowly circled the head of my cock with her tongue, flicking the sensitive opening gently. Without warning she engulfed the length of my cock and began sucking like crazy. She wasn't as good as Julia, but I didn't really care. "Lisa doesn't usually suck cock, she usually sticks to pussy. Every now and then she likes a nice piece of meat." Julia said softly into my ear. Lisa continued to work my cock as I turned my attention to Julia's tits. They were larger than I first thought, but they were very firm. Her large nipples were as hard as rocks. I licked and sucked first the right and then the left. We continued in this manner for several minutes when Lisa came off my cock and suggested we try something else. Lisa slid back onto the table, spread her legs and motioned me forward. I gave Julia's breasts one last lick and stepped between Lisa's legs. The conference table was the perfect height. I slid her ass just off the edge and positioned my cock at her hot entrance. "I haven't had a good cock in me for a while." With those words I slowly entered her steaming hole. She was incredibly tight, one benefit of fucking a lesbian I guess. I moved in and out slowly, enjoying the tightness around my cock. The head had been nice but nothing beats a tight hot cunt. Lisa propped herself up on her elbows, looked me in the eyes and said "For god's sake fuck me man, I want you to fuck me hard, now" I eased out of her slowly, she frowned her disapproval, I smiled back and the rammed my cock deep into her cunt. The unexpected thrust caused Lisa to groan out loud. I began to pound into her, as far as I could, again and again. Lisa was beginning to come, her groans were increasing, and her cunt was clamping down on my cock. "yessss, that's it, fuck me harder, harder, my God, I Cumming again." I continued to pound her. Julia moved behind me, she reached between my legs and began to fondle my balls. The feeling was amazing. I increased my thrusting, feeling my ball sack starting to contract. Julia obviously noticed as well, she continued to fondle my balls and thrust a finger in my ass. The sensation of her finger up my shit hole was enough. "I'm going to cum." I yelled, Lisa was screaming, lost in the throws of another orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, milking me for everything I had. I let loose and incredible blast of cum deep inside of Lisa. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. I'm Cumming again. Oh my God. I've never had so many orgasms." Her pussy continued to milk my cock, pulling every last drop from me. I pulled out of her slick cunt and fell back into a chair. Julia caressed my hair, "poor Michael, all worn out." "Not yet, when I get up again I want a shot at that ass of yours." Julia smiled and bent over Lisa, she clamped her mouth over her cunt and sucked my cum from Lisa's pussy. Lisa groaned again, but barely moved, exhausted from her orgasms. Julia moved from Lisa's pussy and hovered over her open mouth, she slowly let the cum she sucked from Lisa's cunt fall into Lisa's waiting mouth. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and it instantly made me hard. Julia turned and saw my cock spring to life once more. "I thought that might get you going," she came back to the end of the table, reaching out and grabbing my cock. It throbbed in her firm grip. "I believe you mentioned something about getting a shot at my ass." She turned and bent over conference table, "well, take your shot big boy." I didn't need any further encouragement. I positioned my self behind her; I slowly slid my member up and down her slick cunt. "I should oil this bad boy up first, don't you think." I thrust forward, impaling her cunt with the full length of my cock. I thrust hard into her pussy, again and again. She wasn't as tight as Lisa but she was just as hot. I kept it up for a couple of minutes, when Julia let out a cry, I could feel her cunt contract in orgasm and a torrent of cum washed over my cock. Julia was panting as I withdrew from her sopping wet cunt. "Now that I'm well oiled I should look after you." I reached a hand to her pussy and shoved four fingers into her and she let out another cry. I played around for a minute and pulled out my fingers. I rubbed my slick fingers over her tight ass. I slowly pushed one, then two finger into her ass and worked them around. She had obviously taken it up the ass before because she relaxed her muscles, allowing better access. I began to build a rhythm as I worked my fingers in and out if her ass. Julia reached her hand back and began to rub her clit and her moans were building. I worked a third finger into her hot ass as she continued to frig her clit. Lisa had recovered from her thorough fucking earlier and slid off the table. She knelt besides us and took my cock in her mouth. She was coating me with tons of spit, making sure I was good and slick to enter Julia's ass. Julia climaxed and her ass clamped down on my fingers, holding them in place for a minute or so. When she finally relaxed, I withdrew my finger, which Lisa sucked clean. Lisa then gave Julia's ass a good licking and coating of spit before I positioned my self behind her. "Let me help you with that." Lisa said as she guided my cock to Julia's back entrance. I pushed forward slowly until the head of my cock popped through her ring. Julia let out a slight cry at the intrusion but that slowly changed to moans of pleasure as I worked more and more of my shaft into her steaming hot ass. She was incredibly tight; the feeling on my cock was amazing. After a minute or so I was buried to the hilt and began to build a rhythm as I fucked her ass. I pumped in and out, slowly increasing my speed until I was pounding her ass with everything I had. Lisa moved between our legs and was working away at Julia's cunt. Every now and again I could feel her tongue on my cock as I slid in and out of Julia's incredible ass. Despite already having cum twice, I soon felt another load building in my balls. I increased the intensity of my thrust and Julia cry out as she came. Lisa was going crazy on her cunt and I could feel Julia's cum spray on my leg. Her sudden contraction was enough to push me over the edge. "I'm going to fill your fucking hot ass." I yelled between gasps of air. "No," said Julia, "I want you to spray us with that tasty cum of yours." I pulled out of Julia quickly, causing her to shudder; she quickly recovered and joined Lisa on the floor. Lisa grabbed my cock and began to pump it. I exploded another massive load, hitting Julia in the face and then Lisa. I continued to spurt for what seemed forever, covering their faces and tits with my hot cum. When I was done, Lisa sucked my cock into her mouth to give it a quick cleaning, then left the rest of the job for Julia. After a good tongue bath I sat back on a chair, exhausted from the best fucks of my life. As I sat back Lisa and Julia began to clean each other off. They slowly lick my cum from their faces and tits. My limp cock began to fill out again in reaction to their show. Both Julia and Lisa looked at my hardening cock and began to laugh. "My God, he's ready to go again." Lisa exclaimed, "If all men were like that maybe I wouldn't have switched teams." Julia chuckled and said "I'm afraid that's all for tonight, I don't think my poor body can take any more." I obviously looked dejected but Julia quickly replied, "just remember, your suppose to help us out for the next two weeks." I smiled and the thought of two weeks of this made me instantly hard. The girls chuckled again and decided they could leave me like that. The moved towards me and took turns sucking my cock until I gave them one more drink of cum. This time they were careful not to get me worked up again so they just got dressed, gave me a kiss good-bye and left. "Now this is the sort of overtime I like." I thought as I got dressed myself. "It's going to be a fun two weeks."