7 comments/ 19877 views/ 6 favorites Untitled.wmv By: LaCa My name is Gerard Hildebrand and I work for Rhodes & Admon, one of the top law firms in town. I'm 27-years-old, single and have no kids. I don't want to sound arrogant, but I never think about settling down as my career as a barrister is soaring. All I do is work, really, and the days I actually do have off, I just sleep and eat at home. There's no room in my life for a relationship at all. "Yo!" I could see it was Jackson Vaughn, my closest friend and colleague, through my office door as it was glass. It was also a dead giveaway in which he never bothered to knock on the door- Jackson's as rude and crude as they come, but he's actually a nice and smart guy. As a result of his "charm," you could call it, and his handsomeness, he's popular with the women in the firm. He's got a new woman at least twice a week. "Dude, weren't you supposed to take the day off today?" "Why would I do that?" I sighed, looking through the papers of the class action suit I'm working on. A lot of the time he's a pest, but unlike your standard pest, he goes away if you show indifference to him long enough. "Um, I don't know... so you can get laid?" I almost choked on my glass of apple juice that I have every morning. "Excuse me?" "When a man and a woman fall in love, sometimes the man puts his pe-" Jackson began in a tone coated in mockery. "Of, for God's sake, cut it out!" I growled at Jackson's cynical immaturity. He snickered in some sort of triumph- rats; I should not have paid any attention to this... cockroach at all. "Jesus, you're such a prude, Gerry!-" "Gerard." I corrected, as I despise being called Gerry. Though I hate to admit it, he's right... sort of. When I'm in a relationship, there are periods where the poor girl won't get rest, but outside of one, I'm relatively chaste. Just the mere mention of sex in any crude or direct manner will make my cheeks a little pink. It's quite pathetic, but... "I get why you don't want to be in a relationship-" "Never said that," I denied, trying but failing to focus on the same page I've been on all this time because of that pestilential Vaughn. "Whatever. Listen to yourself! You're wound up so tight you're like a corkscrew. I'm saying this all in the spirit of companionship, brotherly love and honesty- you need to-" "-Get laid, yes, you've told me that at least a hundred times over the last week." "Do you ever let me finish my sentences, Gerry?" "I'm due in court next week, Jackson. I have to read this." "Yeah, yeah, I'll let you in a sec... but seriously, there's no need to be embarrassed. Everybody has a "dry" period. Well, except for me, of course." I'm glad that somebody out of the two of us is amused. I couldn't help but smile a little bit at his over-the-top confidence. In truth, I envied that about him... sort of. The only place I'm highly confident is at work, since it's importantyer-to-lawyer "gamesmanship" and to reassure my clients. "Did you actually want anything other than to annoy me?" "I thought it would be nice of me to give you first dibs," Jackson excitedly told me; like he was making an announcement of some kind. I knew it was just another one of his juvenile jokes or whatever, so I didn't reply. Unfortunately, he took this as a sign of intrigue, and continued. "Y'know, on that incredibly hot accountant that started two weeks ago. God, you should see her. She's an eleven out of ten! Just looking at her is like..." Please stop talking, Jackson. Jackson plonked himself down on the two sofas opposite to my desk- that's usually reserved for people that aren't a waste of time, like clients. "Anyway, her name is Ashlee Lulling... but guess what?" No really, I beg of you. "I saw her eye you. Y'know, the eye. Like the "Holy Cow Look How Hot Jackson Vaughn Is!" eye." "So I look like you now? Despite me being brown-haired, you being a blond, and me being green-eyes, and you being blue-eyed?" "You should be flattered. I'm a hit with the ladies, you know," Jackson shrugged smugly. "Anyhow, you should go for Ms. Lulling. If I were you... oh, boy..." "What else do you want?" I answered, giving up on the notion that he would get back to work. "Tina Underwood," Jackson laughed at his own comment, probably thinking he's funny. Okay, it was funny the first time, but he's completely killed it by repeating it about a thousand times. I sighed for the hundredth time this week, shook my head for the thousandth. "Alright, get out. Ms. Lulling is hot, duly noted. With that, I'm sure I'll win my class action suit." "How many of your clients are single, hot women?" "Get. Out." Jackson snickered again and finally left my office. I'm beginning to wonder if he actually does any of the work Mr. Rhodes and Mr. Admon dumps on him. It's a miracle he's still employed. ********* It was now 1:20pm, and surprisingly, Jackson is late to our daily outings to for the one-hour break. I can't wait any longer, so I grabbed my coat, keys and wallet. Just when I was about to get up to leave, I heard a soft knock at the door. Okay- just now, I have ruled out Jackson in an instant. There's no way he'd knock. "Please come in," I permitted; straightening up my green tie. The door opened slowly, and in timidly came a beautiful, long-haired brunette woman. I could tell she was younger than me, but probably not by that much. My heart skipped a beat... her expressionless face gave her ocean-blue eyes an ethereal gaze that stabbed through my chest and grabbed my heart. Unlike most of the women in the firm, she wasn't a bunch of well-placed twigs in overpriced sacks that were their dresses. She wasn't as robustly voluptuous like say, Marilyn Monroe, but just enough that gazing at her curves made me feel... tantalised. I hate to say it, but the first thing I wanted to do was stand behind her and glide my hands over those delicious curves. She didn't smile nor frown; it was like her soul had been sucked dry out of her. If she didn't blink, she could have been the world's most beautiful zombie. "What is it?" I asked her as gently as I could. I'm genuinely puzzled. Her left hand was balled into a fist, and she appeared to be carrying no files or whatever. She loosened the fist, and on the palm of her lovely hand was a crimson USB. She stared at me, I stared at her. She brought her outspread hand up higher, so that I would hurry up and accept it. "Thank you," I tried to smile, in spite of those striking yet oddly hollow blue eyes carving into me. "What's on it?" She looked nervous, which was the first emotion I saw in her throughout our little meeting. She never looked me in the eye, ever. Making sure I took it out of her hand, she scuttled off out of my office and almost bumped into Jackson on the way out, who was probably ogling her backside the whole time. I swear he had hearts floating out him, and stars in his eyes, like a cartoon character. "That's her! That's Ashlee Lulling!" Jackson slammed the delicate door shut behind him and was about to jump for joy. He was acting like a 15-year-old girl that had spotted Justin Bieber. "Isn't she hot?" If I admit anything REMOTELY sexual, Jackson will just rip me to shreds- you know, in a supposedly loving way. I put the USB in my desk drawer and grabbed my things again- this time, hoping to leave for certain. "I really want to eat, so no skirt-chasing on the way out." "Prude." "Idiot." ********* By the time I got home, it was 12:40am. Which sounds late to a lot of people, but that time was relatively normal for me. I threw my jacket on the left side of the sofa, and dropped like a dead fly on the right. "Ar!" I winced in pain as I felt something dig into the side of my thigh. I just remembered that I took home the USB Ashlee Lulling gave to me. My personal laptop was on the coffee table, still connected to the charger. I better have a quick look at whatever's in here, and go to sleep. As soon as the laptop detected the USB, I booted up its content to see what Ms. Lulling wanted me to inspect. The USB only had one lone, Windows Media Player file labelled "Untitled.wmv". I got straight into it, assuming it was a very important piece of evidence that couldn't even be titled due to the risk of exposure. After just three seconds into the video, I immediately knew the location. "My office...?" I mumbled to myself in surprise. Then I suddenly felt afraid. What did she find out about me? My instant thought was that she was some attractive blackmailer. I checked the timestamp of the video file. Tuesday, March 16th 2010, 8:36pm. I pressed the space bar to resume play of the video. "March 16th? That's about two weeks ago... roughly," I recalled, also remembering how that idiot Jackson mentioned that she started working for Rhodes & Admon a fortnight ago. About ten seconds in the video, there was a familiar chocolate-haired, ocean blue-eyed beauty approaching the panoramic window. I took note of the fantastic view of the city before the in-video Ashlee Lulling had drawn the string to drop the blinds over the window. It was night time... I never work late on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. So this was her opportunity... She then scooted towards the door. She was out from the sight of the camera, but I recognised the blinds to the glass door being drawn, and the lock being set. Once she had secured the privacy of my office, I could hear her heeled footsteps approach back in the vicinity of the camera. She sat on the carpet- right in the centre of the camera's view. Ms. Lulling took her black high heels off and neatly set them aside. She looked towards the camera; fidgeting her fingers into a knot in apprehension. She looked like she was at a job interview for the very first time. "Mr. Hildebrand..." I can't lie; I was taken aback by hearing her talk- strange, I know, but she didn't even make a vocal sound when she gave me the USB. I found myself gently biting my lower lip as my mind travelled from "Innocent Explanations for This Strange Video" to "Holy Shit I Think She's Coming onto Me." My head and heart felt like they were at war, and made things more confusing. I can't deny that this is... stimulating, in some manner or another. "I-I have trouble communicating with people... so this is the best I can do..." Ashlee spoke to... me. She looked sideways like somebody who was about to cross the road, and refocussed onto the camera. "I've been attracted to you since I started working here... but I just can't tell you in person... I honestly don't know how." An electrical jolt of pure lust coursed through my body when what I unmistakably heard- despite my lack of practice of late- was a zipper being pulled down. I felt like I had gulped a golf ball whole as my head lost the battle and my heart took over without delay. Like it had a mind of its own, my right hand was already resting on my inner thigh in dirty anticipation. Loosened, Ms. Lulling's skirt slid down her long legs like the skirt suddenly became ten sizes too big. In spite of her extreme timidness, her ocean eyes never glanced away from me, or well, the lens. My head was drowning in sexual fantasy; every last one of them starring Ms. Lulling. I never figured her to be the "going commando" type, but this was a pleasant "twist" of the movie. Unfortunately for me, despite the quality of the video file, I couldn't see her wonderful slit in all the perfect detail my sexually-decayed mind so desired. Every fibre in my body began to ache in craving when I noticed that even her pussy was how I liked it- her lovely chocolate locks looked like a landing strip, but currently more like an arrow that said, "come inside here." Almost as though she could see exactly how I'm reacting (which I'm glad she can't); Windows Media Lulling approached the camera so that it was like it zoomed in on exactly what I was ogling at. Lulling leant down and faced the camera. Somehow I managed to push my grimy thoughts way towards the back of my mind and focus on how truly beautiful she was. There wasn't a single flaw on her peachy face. Her nose was chiselled, but had that natural asymmetry that's oddly appealing. Her cheeks were a bit rosy from being just a little cheeky in front of the camera. It was so strange, but her eyes were locked into mine- maybe because I was looking at them, but I felt so close that if I insulted her, maybe she could slap me through my monitor. "When you're at work, I don't wear any panties... but... you didn't even notice I exist until today, didn't you?" "That's true..." I muttered in defeat; having no rebuttal in the face of the indisputable. Ashlee then gently removed her blazer to reveal a very, very thin white blouse. Of course, the only thing I was drawn to were the two black spots around her chest area. As she unbuttoned the blouse from top-to-bottom slowly, I could see her lovely chest in a black, lacy, shaping bra that created the most tantalising cleavage I had seen in probably years. Her breasts didn't appear to be that large- I remember all too well how deceptive a bra can be. Not that it bothered me terribly. I've never really been a fan of massive breasts- they're kind of off-putting after a C-cup. Anyway, I could see the flesh of her breasts through the bra, but it was so thin that not everything can be seen; like the bra was trying to tease me too. It didn't take long for Ashlee to take off her bra. Maybe it was an illusion, but I think I saw her smile- just a little bit- for the first time ever. She tossed the bra towards the camera, and asked, "Do you want me, Mr. Goodie-goodie lawyer?" The bra eventually slid and stopped obscuring the lens. She held each wonderful, firm breast in either hands; forming a hand bra of sorts. She let go of her chest, and set them free. Her nipples were well-proportioned compared to the size of her chest; coloured like a milky cup of fresh coffee. I was beginning to wonder if they tasted anything like a tasty espresso. Hell, I just wondered if they tasted as good as they looked. "Oh, God... you have no idea..." I exhaled. It's a shame how quickly I buckled helplessly under her unleashed, raw sexual energy. Despite being in the comfort of my own home, I looked around as though I blurted it out in public, and felt a little embarrassed. By now my right hand gripped firmly on my quickly-hardening penis. Again I bit my lip a little on continued to enjoy the virtual show. By the time I had completely refocused, Lulling was lying down on the office carpet with her legs bent and spread apart. She appeared to stretch over to grab something off-camera. She was holding a black jacket that would have belonged with a suit. Clearly it wasn't hers, as I recalled her all too well taking off a blazer. She sat up to show me the jacket; flapping it in the air so that its sleeves would straighten out. On closer inspection, it had white pinstripes. They were mine... "Like the practical, good boy you are," she began; bringing my favourite jacket to her chin so that the collar was just under her nose, "you have a spare tucked away in this wardrobe here. I can still smell your cologne... I can smell you... If I close my eyes, it's like you're right here, fingering me." Her long, slender fingers slid between her slit. She brought that hand upwards, so that the camera can capture it clearer. She pushed her thumb lightly against the finger that slid over her pussy, and slowly parted them so that she could show off the slightly sticky substance that comes from a pussy in heat. I eyed the stringiness of the discharge longingly, believing it was only a matter of time until I could smell, see, touch, taste it for myself. "Mmm... just smelling you makes my pussy nice and wet..." Lulling cooed to me, and loosened the suit jacket from her grip. Again, she stretched over to grab something that was on the floor- away from my viewpoint. With a little touch of magenta on each cheek, she coyly looked at me. She was holding a dildo up towards the camera; waving it around a little. "I wish you were here, Mr. Hildebrand." Ashlee let out an adorable, small moan as she pushed the dildo inside her tight pussy. I could tell how excited she was, as her cunt was glistening and her chest would rise up and down from her rapid breathing. She craned her neck upwards so that she could face the camera; face me; as she slowly pulled the dildo back out. Without warning, she suddenly started to thrust it in and out so aggressively; satisfying her desperation to have a dick inside her. With each thrust it was like that desire was fulfilled over and over and over again. There's no way I can just sit idly by and watch such an attractive woman masturbate to orgasm. My right hand got to work as I pumped it up and down my shaft, using pre-cum as a lubricant. Her body loosened up in the throes of pleasure, and she fell completely flat on her back. By now, her moans were louder, longer and more carnal; her mind fixated on orgasm and orgasm alone. It looked almost self-injurious in the way she slammed her pussy-juice coated dildo in and out of her hungry hole. She quickly moved on to using her free hand to fondle her clit, which was dying for attention. The pad of her index finger rolled around her rock hard clit; heightening her pleasure to the absolute peak. The airy quality of her moans left and was replaced with shouts; no longer being able to hold anything in. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried out to me, her luscious legs outstretched and trembling in imminent orgasm in the air. "So am I..." I breathed; raspy from losing myself in the pleasure. It had been a long time since I had masturbated, as sex honestly never came to mind due to my larger interest in my career. My teeth were clenching; imprisoning any loud groan that threatened to escape. I feel like such a loser when I masturbate, so I hate hearing myself do it, you see. Like something in me snapped, I ejaculated with a long, stifled groan of satisfaction, just moments before Lulling had. Still with my hand in my pants; heart racing, I watched Ashlee climax... She let out a breathy "Ohw..." kind of shout and pressed the dildo firmly inside her throbbing, wet pussy. She let the dildo go with trembling hands as the juice-coated toy slid out of her hole. Her muscles still struggling to stiffen, she sat up with heaving breaths- with an effort that seemed as though she weighed like stone. "That was amazing..." she panted, and looked down at her glistening pussy; her hard work. She picked up a small remote control, which was for the video camera, and chuckled breathlessly, "Don't worry; I'll take your lovely Armani suit to the dry cleaners... as always." As always?! How long has this been going on? How delightfully risqué it was of her to use my spare jacket as a masturbatory aid in the hopes I won't need it the next day. The video then turned to black, indicating its end. It took all of the effort in the world, but I made my way to the bedroom, and collapsed in exhaustion- looking forward to the next time I'm at work so I can ravage her over and over again. ********* To be continued... Untitled.wmv Ch. 02 After watching Ms. Lulling's video, I was exhausted as though I actually did have sex with her. I fell right asleep, and was almost late for work today as I neglected to set the alarm in my post-orgasmic, fatigued stupor. I was going to have a "discussion" with her about the USB she sent me, but I was too tired. Everything I need to work on my cases is within arm's reach- my assistants via my phone, meticulously organised case notes and of course, my darling office computer. However, using any of those resources was almost as tiring as physically going to them myself. I might as well greet Ms. Kenner outside of out polite greetings. I might as well go to the research room, and pore over the law books myself. At 8:40am, creepily right on cue, my office door burst open and in came Jackson Vaughn like a gust of wind. A pestilential gust of wind. "Gerard! You signed in on time. You're always ten minutes early. What the fuck happened?" "Are you stalker, or what?!" I grumbled, not remotely close to being in even the mood to deal with Jackson's daily intrusions. He then wore that ridiculous, cheeky grin that only his mother would love. "It was 'cos of a girl, huh?" I hurled a fluoro yellow highlighter at him, upon discerning that a pair of scissors could amount to something very illegal, and an eraser wouldn't hurt enough. I couldn't lie, I chuckled in amusement when he shot me an annoyed look- the roles had been reversed, and in my bad mood, I couldn't think of anything funnier. "Jesus, you haven't changed! You're still a bastard! Can't have been a girl, then." "Have you considered that perhaps my prudence is a result of my personality rather than a lack of a sex life?" ""A lack of a sex life"?" Jackson repeated with too much glee. Oh no. What in the world did I just admit? Now he'll never stop annoying me. "Woah! Did you just thinly veil that I was right? Anyway, send me the link to the porno that made you almost late it must be awe-" "Just get out, alright?" I pointed at the door. At this stage, I have higher hopes in a mad bull to obey me. Ignoring me (of course), Jackson asked, "I forgot to ask, but what was her visit yesterday all about? She practically sprinted out of your office like she found out you're an alien or somethin'." Clearly, he was referring to the time yesterday afternoon when Ms. Lulling handed me that USB. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, and could only hope it didn't show. "She handed me some evidence, that's all. Well, technically, it was an estimation of our clients' damages." I was lucky that a decent lie floated into my mind so conveniently. "Remember? That class action suit I was talking about? Well, I don't expect you to, but..." He stared at me blankly, so I stared back as a show of confidence in what I just said. I thought he was going to put up a fight, but he then smiled, "Right. Well, I'll leave you to it, alright? My assistant told me I have a 9 o'clock in the conference room, so I can't be late to that." "Punctuality is one of the very few good traits about you." "Charmed, Gerard. Catch ya later," Jackson waved casually as he pressed down the door handle. His straw-blond hair swished as he craned his head backwards to face me again. What now? "Oh, I can't do lunch today, because I have a 1:15 settlement meeting. Sorry." "Um, it's fine..." I couldn't hide my surprise I felt when not only he said "sorry," but he's actually working. My guess is that he's trying to cram his meetings all in the one day. ********* Jackson closed Gerard's office door behind him silently, and walked down the hallway with his hands in his navy blue trouser pockets. He had just told his best friend a couple of lies. However, he wasn't sure how he was really feeling. Despite his happy-go-lucky, easygoing attitude, he never white-lied, nor held any secrets of his own for very long. All he could do was tell himself that this was for the betterment of his friend, and that in certain situations, leaving your basic principles home was the only way to move onwards. Heaving a sigh, he approached the desk of his assistant, Tina Underwood, and knocked on a free space on her table like it was a door. "G'morning, Tina! Were you able to tell me where Ashlee Lulling's office is?" "Good morning, Jack," the blonde adorned with a stylish pair of rectangular glasses greeted her superior with a honey-sweet smile. Wedged between her desk phone and the hard drive of her computer was a small D-ring folder. She opened it up, and scanned the page with her green eyes. "Ashlee Lulling's office is in Accounting- the seventh floor, room five." "Thanks." "Don't you have a copy of the firm directory?" "Um, I lost it, probably." "I'll make you a copy, then, Mr. Vaughn," Tina promised with a flirtatious wink. "Marry me, Tina!" Jackson clasped his hands together in a prayer-like fashion and scooted out of the assistant area, down the hallway, and then towards the elevators. He pressed the button with the upwards triangular arrow, and tapped his foot in waiting. Once he got to get inside, he was surprised to see Ashlee Lulling; whom had returned to staring into space after giving Jackson a cursory glance. She was smarty dressed in a pinstripe blazer-blouse-skirt number, whilst holding a brown briefcase with both hands. "Just the person I wanted to see!" Ashlee looked up at him, and then stared away again. She watched Jackson go towards the elevator control panel and push the emergency stop button. There was a short alarm sound that was a lot like a high school bell. She looked at the compressed button, then at Jackson; flustered. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not cracking onto you yet. Anyway, I was just about to go to your office. However, this would be a more private place." Ashlee trusted Jackson, but still took note of her briefcase being a possible weapon if things turned sour. "You like Gerard Hildebrand, don't you? Call me high school, but since you have social anxiety problems, and he's a prude, you guys need a bit of a "nudge", so to speak. Instead of being 27-years-old, youse are like two 16-year-olds that have never dated before." She looked at him in astonishment, though truthfully, she was trying to not show how offended she was. "Please, Ashlee. There's no way anybody is that speechless without an issue. Plus I have a keen eye. I've seen the way you eye him. He's too stuck into his career to notice, being the brilliant barrister he is. Anyway, I have a proposal..." Ashlee stared at him in an intent manner that obviously read, "Go on." "If you have sex with me here... I will see to it that he's yours. Trust me. I've been friends with him for years," Jackson smirked as he undid the two buttons on his suit jacket. He never took his eyes off of her as he tossed the jacket to a corner in the elevator. The blue-eyed beauty pensively stared at the steely ground of the elevator. She was ashamed, but she was seriously considering it. To her, it wasn't like Jackson was completely unattractive- he's a very smart-looking, tall, cleanly handsome blond, with masculine, broad shoulders. It wasn't the most dignified way to go about things, but she felt she had no choice. Out of nowhere, Jackson began to laugh heartily; leaning his hand on the metallic wall for support. "I'm joking, Ashlee! Every woman I'm with and have been with was never pressured in any way- but seriously, is there a reason you're so interested? I mean, for something just physical, you considered something quite humiliating, you know?" "He..." Her voice was so soft and feminine; with pinches of adorable shyness and genuine anxiety. Jackson didn't dare his crude-humoured self to even breathe an interruption. "I... I saw him when... when I f-first started here... I... then went to see him in court, and I knew he was a good man. He fought tirelessly despite the odds being so stacked against h-him and... I guess he's handsome... to me..." "Yup. So high school, but sickly adorable. I do agree, though, he is a good man. Go visit him at lunch, and be quick before he leaves his office," Jackson pushed the button to the seventh floor, and the elevator began to run again. Ashlee looked bewildered. "As long as you press a numbered button, the elevator runs again. I know, because when I had Marsha- oops, I don't kiss-and-tell." Ashlee smiled to herself, as Jackson's idiocy was like a bug that forced one to smile. ********* It was 12:50, and I can tell you, my stomach certainly knew it was lunch time. In between tiny growls, I consulted some passages from the case notes for my trial in two days. I'm not in such a horrible mood anymore, seeing as the facts of the case are shaping up nicely, like blob of clay into a beautiful vase. I've pretty much finished all of my work for the day, and it's almost lunch. I probably can go home at a normal time for a change. I heard an office phone ring nearby, and looked up as my assistant picked it up. "Welcome to Gerard Hildebrand's office, this is Natasha Kenner speaking," she spoke in that fake voice people feel compelled to put on whenever they're on a phone. "Absolutely, Sir. Mr. Hildebrand, Mr. Vaughn is on Line 2, and he's saying it's quite important." "Thank you, Ms. Kenner," I nodded to her; showing that I picked up the handset so she can hang up hers. "Jackson, what's up?" "WHAT'S UP?" I heard him yell. All too well. Right in my damn ear. "You sound... happy, it's kinda gross." "What do you want- that's not Ms. Underwood? Didn't you have a settlement conference?" "Ashlee is coming to your office at 1, pal." Ms. Lulling? In my office? Gee, I wonder what for? Not. "Um, thanks? Why the hell would you know that?" "Seriously, be nice to her. I caught up with her today. She's a good girl." Depends on what you define as "nice". "I guess she is..." "You sound embarrassed. Just what are you thinking?" "Just go to your damn conference!" I groused, and slammed the handset down. I could hear that bastard chuckling to himself without the aid of a phone. Natasha looked at me as though I was a loud dog, and all I could do was smile awkwardly. "Er, Mr. Hildebrand, I'm going on my break now," Natasha informed me, like she used it as an excuse to run away from me. "Of course, that's fine. See you soon," I waved curtly and sat back down on my chair. I was just about to prepare leaving my office for the hour when I heard a knock. On the other side of the see-through door was Ms. Lulling, waiting for me to permit her entry. I can't really put the finger on the feeling I'm feeling right now- apprehensive, hopeful, lustful... it's not just one emotion. All I knew was that the craving for a hamburger was replaced with butterflies fluttering about. "Ms. Lulling?" Like the beginning of THAT video, she closed and locked the door. She moved on to taking care that all blinds were down and curtains drawn closed. Then she flashed me a lopsided, naughty smile without saying a word. She definitely knew that I watched it, given my lack of confused resistance. I felt my heart start bashing about to get out of my ribs. The blood coursed laps around my body like hundreds of race cars. I was drowning in that same lust, that same carnal desire, and my head was spinning. Without a moment to waste, I threw my suit jacket off and practically ran to her like she was kilometres away. My lips crashed onto hers as I pressed her body against the wall. I could hear that lovely clink my belt buckle was made while she was trying to do it; all the massaging my mouth with those soft, beautiful lips. I ran my hand down that destructively erotic curve of her butt; delighted to know that she was wearing no panties. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't wait. It's like when my body was given the opportunity; it remembered how much it wanted my cock to be coated in pussy juice. I'm sorry, body. I have neglected you. As she pulled down my trousers along with my boxers, I forgot about the embarrassment of already being rock hard as soon my hands grabbed those warm, supple thighs. I hoisted her skirt up as well as Ms. Lulling herself up so I could fuck her ferociously against wall. Her smooth arms looped over my shoulders, her soft hands onto my neck as she hung onto me for dear life. I could hear her breathing rapidly in my ear, which only made me aggressive. She was the only one that could bring this side of me out to play. I jammed my rock hard into her wet pussy, and we both let out long moans of satisfaction. It was amazing how wet she was already- knowing that she wanted this as much as I did was so much of a fucking turn-on, it wasn't funny. I pushed her back by way of her thighs to slowly slide my cock out of her hungry pussy, and was rewarded with a long, breathy, sexy "oh" as grabbed onto me tighter. I took the moment to stare at her pretty face, which was usually expressionless. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment and arousal. Her tailored eyebrows formed a frown; her body's way of showing me how much she had to suppress her voice so that we both won't lose our jobs. Those fucking beautiful blue eyes stared down up at me; puppy dog eyes that begged me to ravage her. "M-more..." she threw her head back and begged in the most feminine; most erotic voice I had ever heard. It was like silk being caressed in my ears. It's not like I wanted to wait much either. The only goal in my mind was shoot my load inside her, and make her scream. I began to thrust as hard and as fast as I possibly could, enjoying that my hard work was pleasing her so much. She had to bury her pretty face in my shoulder so whenever she screamed, it would be muffled. Even I couldn't suppress my groans and anymore. Her thigh muscles tightened in an effort to stay straddling on my hips, which in turn tightened her pussy muscles around my cock, and felt bloody amazing. Every time I thrust into her, it felt like the first time; as though she was getting tighter and tighter. My lower part of my body melted faster than an ice cube on a hot plate, and my legs were starting to buckle as I neared orgasm. In the throes of passion, she tried to hang onto me with just one arm, and used her free hand to stroke that cute, pinky clit of hers. Her face was rammed into my collarbone so hard it was about to snap, as she concealed her loud moans. Everything was getting wet and sloppy, and each thrust made a delectably dirty, slamming sound as bare upper thighs collided in heat. "I'm cumming!" I nearly shouted, thankfully not too loud. "Can I come inside you?" She looked up to me and shook her head. I was on my very last thrusts before I spurted inside her, and pushed her even harder against the wall. It was hard to time your orgasms at the same time as your lover, especially for the first time. I clenched my teeth like I was trying to bite sheet metal; managing to keep that roaring monster of an orgasm from becoming to loud. Ms. Lulling shouted in ecstasy in my chest as she came. I felt her pussy loosen around my dick, which I didn't want to take out of her. It was so warm; so moist. Both of our muscles had shut down as we crashed on the carpet. Uh-oh. In my ecstasy, I had completely forgotten about pulling out! "Oh, shit, sorry..." I apologised emptily between heaves of breath; so fatigued that I could fall asleep. She sat up, leant her back against the wall and lifted up her tight skirt to show off our handiwork. She made sure my eyes were on that glistening pussy; coated in all manner of juices. Cum trickled out of her tight whole as her thighs tensed, and oozed onto her hands. I could tell she was watching me as I was riveted by such an incredibly hot sight. My cum, inside that perfect, perfect pussy. Most of what I spurted out had made a tiny pool along her fingers which she licked up deliciously like it was melted ice cream. Those beautiful blues never left my rhapsodic, sweaty face as she made sure I watched her lick up every last bit. Her pink tongue glided between her fingers, over her palms and along the bumps of her knuckles. I've never been with a girl so willing to lap up my cum, and it was an incredible sight. Naturally, I started to think of other places I'd like her to show that oral enthusiasm on. I've never actually seen my cum after it gets lost in those warm walls... "Sorry..." I apologised again, though it didn't look like she was particularly troubled. As usual, she said nothing, and snaked her upper body over my bare, moist-from-sweat thighs. My flaccid penis wasn't looking too clean itself. She gently held it in a gentle grasp as her exquisite tongue slowly glided up and down my shaft. She'd stop and swallow the small amounts of semen every now and then; smiling coquettishly as she did so. I'm extremely sensitive now, and every lick felt more like suckles. If she kept going like this, I'll get hard again... Yeah. I think I can skip lunch for a second round...