0 comments/ 34031 views/ 1 favorites Working Hard By: Rod Masters We're fortunate that we both work out of our house. Our offices are set up in a spare room. You glance over at me sitting at my computer working and see how tense I am. The muscles across my shoulders straining against my shirt. I bring my hands up to massage my neck as my head bends forward. As you try to work on your computer you are constantly distracted by the movements of my head and arms that you catch in the corner of your eye. You lean back in your chair and look at me again. "You need to relax baby," you tell me. Quietly, you stand and walk over to my chair. You run your fingers lightly over my shoulders and through my hair. I move my head back against your hand as you bend forward and kiss my forehead softly. As you move around to the front of my chair, you kneel down in front of me and look up at my face saying, "Let me see what I can do to help you." Seeing the anticipation in my expression, you run your hands over my body and stop to unbutton my jeans. As you undo them, I raise my hips so you can slide them down easy. You slide down the zipper then pull down my shorts and jeans. I sit back down and raise my feet as you tug my jeans off. My cock is hard and waiting already. You move closer to me and touch me with your hand. I moan softly. "Oh, sweetie, you are waiting for me," you whisper. "My mouth is hot and ready for you." I salivate as I think of you wrapping your tongue and lips around my hard cock. I spread my legs wide and you slowly move towards me. Your left hand comes up to hold my cock steady, while your right hand runs over my balls. You bend my hard cock towards your face. I moan softly as I settle back in my chair. You run my cock over your face. You feel it touching your skin, the head of my cock is so smooth. "I love this," I whisper to you as I reach my hand out and run my fingers through your hair. You know I am watching your every move with a smile on my face. Your mouth opens as you move your lips towards my cock. Your tongue slips out of your mouth and touches the head. Loosening your hand you let my cock fall onto your tongue. You keep your tongue still so that I can see my cock laying on it, waiting for you to take it into your mouth. My cock jumps and a drop of hot cum appears on the head. "Beautiful," you whisper. The drop of cum starts to slide off my cock and you wait until it rolls onto your tongue. Your mouth is still open, with your tongue out and the head of my cock resting on your tongue. You can feel my cock getting bigger and harder as it lays there, knowing the sight is arousing me further. Pulling your head away you use the bit of cum on your tongue to moisten your lips. Opening your mouth you move towards me again. My cock seems to reach for you, throbbing as you move closer. I moan as I feel your hot breath on my cock. Again you use your tongue to support my cock as you take it into your mouth. You keep your mouth open so I can see myself slide over your tongue and enter your mouth. "Your tongue feels like fire on the underside of my cock," I whisper hoarsely. "You are so hard," you reply. My cock slides over your tongue and into your mouth. You adjust your head and relax your throat muscles so I can slide in deeper. "Oh, gaaaaaaaaawd," I groan. Your lips close over my cock as I slide deeply into your throat. You can feel me start to spasm so you move your head. Again my cock rests on your tongue outside of your mouth as more cum slides off the head onto your tongue. You let me see and my cock jumps on your tongue in response. You control all of your desires to lick and suck me so you can show me how this looks. You want me to see my cum there on your tongue. Desire rises in you as you think of how this must look. Slowly you pull your tongue back into your mouth with my cock on it, wrapping your lips tightly as you suck my cock deeply into your mouth. I groan and grip the arms of my chair. I move my hips forward to press my cock even deeper into your mouth. You curl your tongue around my cock and your lips hold it tight as I move into you. You suck on me more. "So hot," I whisper, "my balls are churning, can you feel them?" You touch my balls with a hand and you massage them gently. You move your mouth off my cock. "I want to know when you are ready to cum," you whisper when you slide my cock out of your mouth, "I want to have my mouth open so you can see your cum on my tongue." I nod in agreement, barely able to speak. You suck on my cock again, hard, and draw it back into your mouth. I feel my cock slide over your tongue and into your throat. You move your lips back and forth on my cock, massaging it with your tongue and using your lips to hold it tightly. You moan in delight as you feel my cock engorge. You increase your movements, licking and sucking, moving me in and out of the back of your mouth and throat. The sides of my cock seem to throb against your lips. You massage my balls gently, and make sounds of pleasure and I move my hips forward sliding my cock deeper into your mouth. You can feel I am getting ready to cum. You lick and suck on my cock, arousing me to the point where you can feel my cock jumping inside your mouth at the slightest movement. "Now!" I call out with a strangled groan. You use your mouth, lips and tongue as my cock throbs in your mouth. You can feel me arching my body more towards you so you pull back. You hear me gasp as you move your mouth off my cock. You hold your tongue out and let my cock rest on it. You stroke the base of my cock with your fingers. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I cry out as my body spasms. The cum explodes from my cock. You tilt your head a bit and let my cum spurt into your mouth covering your tongue. You hold your mouth open so I can see. After I stop throbbing and spurting you look up at me. Your eyes are bright as I stare at your mouth. You resist the urge to swallow, wanting me to savor the sight of my cum there in your mouth. Finally I tell you. "Swallow it," You start to let my cum slide down your throat. I watch fascinated. As I watch you take it down, you lick your lips slowly, then stand and kiss me passionately, allowing me to taste my juice on your tongue. With a big smile on my face I say, "There are some great advantages to working at home!" Smiling back at me you say, "Now now, break time's over, back to work!" Working Hard Lisa doodled on her notepad, tuning out what the head honcho was saying. She hated these quarterly meetings, but was forced to attend because she was the team leader for the wait staff. She had not wanted to be a waitress again, but this was the only job an eighteen year old could get while in college. The hours were crappy, the pay mediocre. The only bright part was working around so many guys. The wait staff was heavily male, all friendly and protective of her. Her favorite part of the day was seeing Danny, her manager. She had known Danny for almost three years. She had previously worked with him as a waitress at a cheap family pizza place when she was sixteen. She had quit that job after six months, and had missed talking and flirting with Danny. She had been shocked to see him when she had interviewed at the new restaurant. Danny was thirty, tall, with dark wavy hair. He had a goofy personality and was fun to be around. Lisa and Danny flirted all the time. Lisa had found herself coming in earlier and leaving later whenever Danny was around. She even came in on some of her days off just to see him and hang out with him. She was infatuated with him, and knew it. It was just a school girl crush, just some innocent flirtation, she told herself. She tried to convince herself there was nothing more too it, but couldn't explain away the wetness that grew between her thighs whenever he was around. Shifting in her chair, Lisa glanced up from her notepad, and caught Danny's stare. She gave him a sexy smile, and licked her lips in a slow, inviting gesture. Danny smiled back, feeling himself harden, thankful there was a table covering it. Lisa leaned forward, causing her shirt to ride lower, exposing more of her cleavage. Taking her pen, she mimicked giving it a hand job, knowing Danny was watching her every move. Finally, the meeting ended. Lisa stood and bent over to retrieve her stuff, making sure Danny had full view of her voluptuous ass in her skirt. Straightening, she glanced coyly over her shoulder at Danny, smiling. Lisa put on her name tag and apron, and clocked in. There was a major dinner rush, and Lisa was constantly running. Whenever she would walk by Danny, she would "accidentally" brush up against him, pressing her breasts or ass against him. She looked forward to plotting new ways to tease him, flirt with him. It made the busy hours pass by. Finally, business slowed down. Having only two tables, Lisa was able to take over other responsibilities. While waiting for the coos to prepare the order for her final table, and waiting for the other table to finish their dinner, she went into the very back of the kitchen and started washing some dishes. All alone, she began humming while scrubbing the big pots. She felt his presence before she saw him. "You're quite a tease," Danny said, stepping towards her. Lisa laughed. "A tease is someone who makes promises but doesn't follow through," Lisa said flirtatiously. Trying to keep the conversation light, Danny laughed. "Don't make promises you're not willing to keep," he said, stepping closer to her. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards her, his mouth descending on hers. His tongue swept over her lips and plunged into her mouth. Lisa let out a small moan and kissed him back. Danny's hands roamed over her body, landing on her ass. He caressed her ass, pulling her against him, pressing her body into his. Lisa threaded her hands through his hair and pressed her body to his. Danny released her ass, trailing his fingers up her body to her breasts. Her squeezed and caressed her breasts, lightly pinching her nipple through her blouse. Lisa let out a moan. Danny unbuttoned first one, then two buttons of her blouse, and slipped his hand into her shirt. Lisa felt the wetness between her thighs, and felt the ball of desire burn in her stomach. She gasped when Danny's hand touched her nipple. His tongue was exploring her mouth. She stroked his tongue with her own. "Order twenty-five is up," shouted the cook from the kitchen. They broke apart, gasping for air. Lisa quickly buttoned up her shirt, and went to get the food. She glanced back as Danny to see him looking as flustered as she felt. Lisa took a few deep breaths to regain her composure before delivering the meals. She checked on the second table, cleared their dinner dishes and took their dessert order. After putting the dirty dishes in the sink, Lisa went into the big walk-in freezer to get the ice cream she would need to make the brownie sundae. Moving stuff around on the shelf to try and get to the ice cream, she heard the door open behind her. Turning around, she saw Danny rapidly approach her. Danny took her into his arms again, assaulting her mouth with his. Lisa dropped the container of ice cream in her hands and pulled Danny closer. Danny's hands we all over her again, stopping on the buttons of her blouse. He rapidly unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it open. Lisa gasped at the cold air hitting her breasts. Danny left her mouth and covered a nipple with his hot tongue, circling it, nibbling it, coaxing it to a hard point. Lisa arched her back against his mouth, urging him to continue his onslaught. She reached between them and caressed his erection through his slacks. She push him back, and quickly unbuckled his pants. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she pulled down his pants and boxers. His hard cock sprang out. Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, she reached under and stroked his balls gently. Danny groaned as her tongue stroked up and down his hard shaft. He took her head in his hands and began thrusting into her mouth. Lisa sucked as hard as she could as Danny continued to fuck her mouth. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him. "I want to fuck you, Lisa. I've wanted you for a long time, but you were only sixteen. Now that you're nineteen, it's legal." Danny kissed Lisa again, pushing her against the metal shelves. Danny quickly pulled down her panties and pushed up her skirt. Danny traced her pussy lips and felt her wetness. He inserted one finger, then two, while massaging her clit gently with his thumb. Lisa moaned and spread her legs wider. Danny pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. Lisa felt the ball of want in her stomach burning hotter and hotter. She moaned out his named and he pumped in and out faster and faster. She thought she was going to explode. Before she went over the edge, Danny stopped and removed his fingers. Lisa let out a whimper of protest. "Don't worry, I'm going to fuck you and make you cum." Danny positioned his cock at her waiting entrance. Without hesitating, he pushed himself into her. He reached around and cupped her ass in his hands. He lifted her up and leaned her against the metal shelves, her blouse protecting her from the cold metal. Lisa wrapped her legs around Danny's waist as he started to thrust. "Oh... Danny... it feels so good," gasped Lisa, bouncing to meet each of his thrusts. Danny thrusted into her harder, wanting to get as deep as possible. Lisa moaned loudly, feeling close to going over the edge. "Fuck me harder, Danny, harder! I'm going to cum. Don't fucking stop!" Lisa gasped and let out a loud, guttural moan as she came. "Oh god, Lisa, I'm about to cum," Danny said, seconds before he went over the edge. He exploded inside her. Danny stayed inside her until the spasms stopped, and he put her gently down. They grinned at each other as they buttoned buttons and zipped up zippers. Lisa grabbed the ice cream and quickly prepared the sundae. She quickly delivered it to the waiting table and checked to see if the other table had finished their dinner. After clearing away their dinner dishes, she brought out their dessert menus. "So," said on of the customers, "what would you suggest for dessert?" Lisa smiled to herself, knowing the best kind of dessert wasn't on the menu. Working Hard Dedicated to the hottest teacher I have ever met! It's another boring Saturday, stuck in the office catching up with paper work, when I could be doing so many more interesting things! In an attempt to beat my Saturday blues I have a quick scan through a couple of Lit stories, it gives me an idea........ Leaving a post on the personals page for someone to relieve my boredom, I get my head back into the figures and try and make some progress. After checking a couple of times there are lots of views on my post, but no replies -- ah well not to worry! After a while I have almost forgotten about my post, when all of a sudden I have mail. Opening the mail I see it's from a fellow lit browser wondering if I am still stuck in the office. I reply quickly, my mind racing in anticipation of who might be at the other end of the e-mail. After several email exchanges the chat moves to msn, and quickly gets more heated. Unfortunately I am conducting this hot chat sat in an office with a constant stream of staff moving past the door.......the frustration is immense -- I am sat here, my imagination running wild with thoughts of my horny new friend as we play out our fantasy in cyber space. My cock is aching to be free of these tight jeans, my balls straining for some release, but the there is just no way! After many wonderful minutes of sexual exchange over the web our cyber sex reaches a thundering climax, and we part company.....one of us happily relaxed, and glowing, the other horny, hard, and desperate for some release!! The rest of the morning passes slowly, my cock regularly reminding me of our unfinished business. Eventually all the weekend staff clock out and I am left alone in my office. My mind drifts back to the mornings chat session, my horny teacher friend and our hour spent ravishing each other in a quiet country hotel. I can almost smell the sweet aroma of her as I open her picture on my desktop, her sweet face smiles back at me, the glint in her eye, the inviting sheen on her soft pink lips... My cock is straining at my jeans as I remember our chat, and I gently rub myself through the fabric, I imagine her hand stroking me, slowly releasing the buttons as my cock springs to attention........I slide my chair back, and drop my jeans to the floor, enjoying the cold feeling of the leather seat on my bare cheeks. My hand slowly strokes the length of my shaft, I can almost feel her as I imagine her kneeling in front of me, a small bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip of my purple head.......I run a finger over it, spreading it and using it to lubricate the head of my cock as I roll it between my finger and thumb. I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste the sweet pre-cum. I unbutton my shirt, and run my hands over my chest, pinching my nipples as the stiffen with arousal. Spitting into the palm of my hand I slowly stroke the length of my cock, imagining her tongue tracing my length, I cup my balls with the other hand, just as she had done for me earlier......I rub faster, the urgency of my orgasm increasing. I move lower in my seat, running a finger down between my legs, teasing by sack, moving lower, tracing over my tight hole, as my I tease the tip of my cock with the other hand I twitch involuntarily form the intense sensation. My breathing gets faster, as does my stroke rate; God I need her so much, I look at her picture imagining her sweet lips engulfing my hard cock, my length disappearing into her mouth as she deep throats me, using her hair to pull her head down on my cock, her fingers teasing over my balls, she slips a finger slowly into my tight ass, as she swallows my hardness............I am stroking hard and fast now, I can feel my balls tighten as I build towards my release.... Her eyes on the screen follow my every move, I imagine her open hand wrapping around my shaft as she sucks on my engorged head.....she strokes me quickly, long intense strokes, her grip tightens on my shaft, I am almost there as her grip restricts the flow of cum......my legs shudder as a jet of cum explodes form my cock, spraying over my chest, I stroke myself slowly now, purposefully drawing every last drop of juice from my member, Oh my cute little teacher, if only you could see what you have done to me!! I relax into my chair, the relief spreading through m body. MMMMmmmm I look forward to my next encounter with a smile on my face. Saturday in the office will never be the same again. Thank you my anonymous friend -- you know who you are. XX Working Hard "I have some work to do this morning, baby," You say after turning off the alarm, "But I have a special job for you to do until I'm done, so get hurry up and get in the shower. Then when you're done come into my office. No clothes." "Mkay Master." I murmur, reluctant to leave your warm bed, but wanting to please you more. "Good girl," You say, "Now get going." I leave the bedroom and take my shower. When I'm finished drying off, I find you in front of your computer. You don't turn to look at me as I approach. Once I'm at your side, I sit down at your feet. Wrapping an arm around your leg, I rub your thigh with my other hand. You guess what I want and ask, "Does my baby want to know what her special task is?" "Uh huh." I respond, pressing my naked breasts against your leg. "That's my girl," You say, ruffling my hair. Your hands then reach for your belt, removing it and dropping it to the floor. Soon your pants are around your ankles and you grab my hair, thrusting my face against your cock. "You're going to make me feel good while I work." You continue, "Now open that whore mouth and get your tongue on my balls." I moan with lust and excitement and get to work, licking at your balls until they glisten with a layer of my saliva, then sucking them one at a time into my mouth. "Good girl." You say above me, "You're a very good little whore, aren't you?" I moan louder in agreement, your words turning me on even more, and I pick up the pace of my licking and sucking, moving between your legs and under the desk for better access. My nipples stiffen from the sensation of continuing to rub against your legs and my hips move like I'm fucking the air. Minutes pass. You seem to be enjoying my ministrations and my forehead bumps your now-hard cock as I work. Lost in my activity, I turn my attention to your cock, putting the tip in my mouth and starting to suck. You jerk your chair back and I fall out from under the desk as your feet. Without hesitation, you jerk me to my feet and lean me over desk. Grabbing the belt you dropped earlier, you give me ten quick, sharp smacks on my ass. Once you finish, you pull me onto your lap so I'm straddling you. Completely bewildered, I start to ask you what's going on, but you put a finger to my lips before I can speak. "Baby, what did I tell you to do earlier?" You asked, "Did I say you could have my cock?" "Now I want you to think and remember what I told you and then when I move my finger, you're going to repeat what your task was." Quickly, I think back to earlier and realize my infraction. Tears fill my eyes and when the removal of your finger from my lips gives me permission to speak, I choke out, "You said... you wanted me to... to suck..." "To suck what, baby?" You prod. "Suck your balls." I finish without looking at you. "That's right," You say, "But you didn't do what I asked, did you? You couldn't keep your slutty mouth away from my cock, could you?" "I thought you would like..." "Shhh." You interrupt, "When I want your mouth on my cock, I'll either tell you or take it myself." My tears are falling freely now. "I know, baby. I know." You coo, "You can't help being a little whore, always hungry for cock." "But you have to learn to control yourself sometimes." You continue, "Now, you've lost the privilege of sucking my balls, but if you sit under my desk quietly until I'm finished here, maybe I'll see about giving you what you want." Then you wipe my eyes on your shirt. "Are you ready to be a good girl now?" You ask. "Uh huh." I murmur, still sniffling a little. "Are you going to stay quiet until I finish my work?" "Uh huh." Your words lull me into complete submission. "And then what?" You ask. "Then... I can have cock?" I reply cautiously. "Mhmm." You nod, "And if you suck your Master's cock really well...?" "I can have your cum?" "That's right." You tell me, kissing me briefly, "Now, sit back under my desk and don't move. I don't want to hear a sound out of you." I scramble off you lap and return to my place, hiding between your legs. About a half hour later, I hear your beginning to wrap up your work. You get up and begin walking out of the room and my heart leaps in fear that you're going to leave me to continue to sit here, but this time I remember your orders and keep my mouth shut, in spite of my anxiety. You stop at the doorway to the room and, realizing I haven't followed you, smile as you notice I'm still huddled under your desk. "Good girl!" You praise, "You're a very fast learner. Come on now, I think you've earned a little reward." I quickly emerge and, taking your outstretched hand, allow you to lead me into the bedroom. You lay down and motion to me. "Go ahead baby, go get your treat." My lips find your cock immediately and I begin sucking enthusiastically, letting a little whine of happiness escape my throat. My hands find and caress your balls and I moan louder. Soon I'm writhing on the bed, rubbing my tits roughly against your thighs and pressing my dripping pussy onto the covers, oblivious to the puddle my juices are leaving on the sheets. "There's my good little whore." You moan, "Keep going, baby, I'm almost there. I'm so proud of you." Your words urge me on and it's not long before I'm fucking your cock with my mouth, the bed shaking from my efforts, your cock, balls, and my hand covered in my saliva. I moan blissfully as the first of your cum hits the back of my throat and I swallow it hungrily. Once your finish, I remain with my head by your cock, licking at it and cleaning any remnants of your delicious cum. "Such a sweet whore." You croon, stroking my head, "Come on now, sweetheart. Master needs a shower, and I think you could use another one as well." I whine a little, but remove my mouth from your cock and reach towards you. You sigh a little exasperatedly, but oblige, picking me up and carrying me towards the bathroom. "Poor little girl." You tease, "You've tired yourself out sucking cock." I nodded, burying my face in your neck. "So cute." You say, "But I think we're going to need to work on your endurance." "Right now?" I asked, much to your amusement. "No," You assure me, "I think we'll save that lesson for another day." Working Hard Working with his wife was never really a thought that crossed his mind--not under normal conditions anyway. But these weren't normal conditions. Rising gas prices, additional needs from the kids - it seemed everything was getting more expensive while salaries remained the same year after year. Getting ahead was always difficult, but it seemed it was nearly impossible to even keep up anymore. "Desperate times call for desperate measures," is what they say, right? Ken had even tried working two jobs, but exhaustion set in and he wound up being let go from the second job - a new experience for such a dedicated worker. By day, a successful software developer, by night a pizza delivery boy. Or so he was. At least the day job was going well. And that very job led to the next open door. His boss's executive assistant was moving out of state after graduating college. Though Melissa was an attractive 22 year old, Ken's boss was a perfect gentleman around her and never seemed to fall prey to her sometimes "unprofessional" attire. There were plenty of other men in the office sad to see her leave. But for Ken this brought a great opportunity. When the position officially opened for a new executive assistant, Ken discussed the possibility with his wife. Chloe's parents were in town and were willing to watch the kids for next to nothing, so daycare wasn't a huge problem. Chloe applied for the position, a perfect use of her Business Administration degree, and she was excited about the possibility of using her education to help the family through these tough times. Ken's boss had a great deal of respect for Ken as an employee, so Chloe easily won the job. Before starting her first day, however, Ken's boss brought them both into the office and reiterated the company's nepotism policy. Though this situation was not forbidden, it was certainly dangerous and everyone in the room realized that. Ken and Chloe both committed to keeping things strictly professional and with that, they both left for the weekend, prepared to come to work together on Monday as husband and wife, developer and executive assistant. The arrangement worked surprisingly well for the first several months. Chloe had no trouble adjusting to the professional life, though a few of the blouses she wore brought an eyebrow-raise from some of Ken's coworkers. As soon as Ken entered the room, however, everyone immediately returned to work. Everyone knew Ken and Chloe had a great relationship and there was no use even thinking of making a move at the new assistant. And if rumors were true, Ken was a black belt and very much into guns. Ken and Chloe were able to keep things at a professional level while in the office. Occasionally they would wind up enjoying a lunch date without anyone else, but they tried to avoid any thoughts of nepotism by involving the rest of the team as much as possible. One particular summer week in July brought a great deal of tension to the office. Three projects were all coming due and two of them were painfully behind. Ken and his team needed to put in some serious after-hours time to get the ship righted, and some tempers were wearing thin. Chloe stuck around to try to help wherever possible. She'd made several pizza runs, kept the soft drinks flowing (if Red Bull can be called a soft drink), and made sure necessary meetings were happening. The warm weather was taking its toll on everyone and the stressful projects weren't helping. All three projects were due that Friday. The entire team worked through the night Wednesday and by Thursday night, everything was ready to ship. The projects came back from testing clean, and Ken's team was done. A small cheer from the team was all the celebration the team could muster up, being 11:30 at night after working almost 24 hours straight for the second time that week. Ken's boss caught word of the success and called to let Ken know that he could give his team Friday off. Ken would need to come in to wrap up the details Friday morning, but hopefully that wouldn't take too much time. The team slowly exited the office, Ken and Chloe being the last out the door. Chloe let out a big sigh as she unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. The A/C appraently shut off at 10:00 each night and it was getting a bit stuffy. "I don't know how you pull this stuff together, Ken. I'm sure proud of you and your team." She gathered her purse and joined her husband waiting at the door. Ken smiled a half smile as he held the door open in front of her. He chuckled a bit as she walked past, unable to resist watching her hips sway on the way out. Ken had always thought she had an amazing butt, and kids hadn't ruined it at all. "I don't know about the other guys, but I get my inspiration staring at my boss's assistant all day!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to give her a long kiss and the couple walked into the warm night hand in hand. If they hadn't been so exhausted, he may have abandoned those nepotism rules for an hour and had some fun in the conference room. Chloe chuckled a bit as well, but was happy at the idea of having her husband back after the last couple weeks. "Tell you what. Since you have to come in tomorrow morning, maybe I'll join you to make sure you get coffee and something to... eat." The way "eat" rolled slowly off her tongue excited Ken, but he was too tired to really think about it that night. The next morning came way too quickly. When the alarm finally quit screaming, the clock read 5:31. Ken rolled over to find Chloe already out of bed. He heard the hair dryer in the bathroom and rolled his eyes. Why had he married a morning person? Ken rolled out of bed, grabbed his clothes and headed for the shower. He gave Chloe a good morning kiss on his way into the bathroom; she was already on her way to get the kids going before her parents arrived. By the time Ken and Chloe reached the office, it was already 8:30. Under normal circumstances, this would have been unusually late. Today there certainly was no problem. Ken's boss had left him an email explaining that he'd be out all day on a golf outing, and congratulated him again on getting all three projects out on time. "So, Chloe, I guess it's just you and me here today!" His wife replied from her desk across the room, "A couple could do worse, eh?" She grabbed a cup of fresh coffee and brought one to Ken as well. Since it was just the two of them, she figured she could afford a little PDA and sat down on his lap as she set down the coffees. "So, my handsome hubby, what would you like to do with our afternoon?" Before he could respond, Chloe leaned in to give him a passionate kiss, then pulled only an inch away from his face as she waited for an answer. "How about a nice lunch on a patio somewhere and then we go hide out in the lake house? Grab some swimsuits and escape the heat with a late afternoon swim. Maybe we could invite your parents and the kids up for dinner to say, 'Thank you.' They've been pretty incredible these weeks." "That sounds absolutely brilliant. And yes, they've been wonderful." Wonderful for the afternoon, anyway. But Chloe was hoping for a little more today. She hadn't been able to get this close to her husband for a couple weeks, and she was dying for some attention. She kissed him softly one more time and whispered, "I'll let you get back to work so we can get out of this place." "Sounds good. I'll give your parents a quick call so they don't make other plans." Chloe hopped up and headed back to her desk while Ken headed outside. The cell phone reception was terrible inside the building. Chloe had been waiting for such an opportunity as this. She quickly removed her bra and panties, leaving just a skirt and white blouse. She placed both articles of clothing in Ken's drawer. He hadn't gotten all of his supplies out yet, so she was pretty sure he'd see them there. She also wrote a quick note on a post-it note and laid it on top of her neatly folded unmentionables: "Didn't really need these for this meeting. See me in the conference room. Love, me." When Ken returned, Chloe was sitting at her computer replying to emails. "Your parents are all set. They'll see us up there at 5:30." Chloe nodded acknowledgement, seemingly deep into an email. After a couple minutes, she got back up from her desk and headed toward the conference room. "I'll be tidying things up in here. You need anything on the whiteboards?" "Nope, we should be all set with that stuff. We've got pictures if nothing else. Thanks!" After answering a few emails himself, Ken reached into his drawer to pull out his mouse and tablet and was quite surprised to find a bra, panties, and a post-it note instead. He read the note and chuckled lightly, wondering what on earth his wife was planning. The conference room was more like a war room - located in the middle of the building, it had no windows, a single heavy door, and white boards covering all four walls. It was a dream come true for a development team - a quiet place to work without interruption, plenty of space to draw out and change ideas, and hidden away from everything else going on around the office. Ken came in to find all the overhead lights off, and only a small lamp in the corner provided any light whatsoever. Apparently his wife had found a small desk lamp and decided to keep it around the office for occasions such as this. But the light was not the main attraction. Sitting on one of the long tables in the middle of the room was Chloe. Legs folded, leaning backwards on her outstretched arms. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned but still draped over her torso, exposing just her stomach for the time being. Ken felt himself instantly harden and his heart rate soared as he took in the scene around him. He still held his wife's underwear in his hand and managed to whisper softly, "I see now why you don't need these." He tossed them onto a chair sitting next to the door and slowly made his way in to the table on which Chloe was reclining. Chloe slowly leaned forward and Ken could see that she held in her hand the remote to the video unit in the room. The unit was used for recording seminars and training sessions in the conference room and simply saved the videos to a server in the back room. Chloe pointed the remote at the camera and pushed the record button before tossing the remote to the same chair that held her underwear. "You know what'll happen if someone lays their hands on this video, don't you?" Ken's question came half from excitement and half from the horror that his coworkers might find a video of this little escapade. "Yep, sure do. But you know who manages that server. We'll have a copy before we leave today and that video will never have existed. I've always dreamed of this, and I can't think of a better opportunity. Now get over here and remind me exactly who I married." And with that, Chloe leaned back onto her arms and tipped her head back, closing her eyes and smiling. She rolled her shoulders back a bit further this time, though, causing her blouse to slowly fall down her arms landing on the table below. Her perky breasts pointed up into the air, nipples erect and begging to be touched. Noticing that her husband still wasn't completely sold on the idea, Chloe slowly rolled over on the table, lying on her stomach. Her bare breasts lowered slowly onto the table top while she slowly began grinding her clit against the table. "You're not going to make me film this all by myself are you?" she whispered, winking slowly at her husband before closing her eyes and returning her attention to her aroused body. Ken certainly couldn't leave his wife to have all the fun. Sex at the office was always a fantasy of his, but he'd never thought about actually recording it. But the fact that Chloe was willing to try something so daring was an unbelievable turn-on. But even that paled by comparison to watching his wife, half-naked in the office conference room, grinding herself toward an orgasm without him. Now that was a turn-on. Ken walked slowly across the conference room. When he reached his wife, he reached down slowly and brushed Chloe's hair away from her neck. The subtle smell of her cologne filled his nostrils and a smile came across his face. There were some things the camera wouldn't be able to capture. Ken ran his finger tips slowly up and down Chloe's back and then across the backs of her arms. He leaned forward, holding her arms against the table and Chloe stopped grinding and let out a long soft moan. "I knew you couldn't resist this, you big stud." Ken unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and quickly made his way down the front buttons. Twisting the shirt into a whip, Ken snapped Chloe in the butt with the collar, bringing out a sharp, surprised yelp from his wife. Chloe quickly flipped over onto her back, grabbed Ken with her legs and pulled him tightly against the edge of the table. Ken grinned and responded, "Well, well, my love. It looks like I'm stuck here now. Might as well have some fun, huh?" Ken untucked his undershirt and slowly pulled it up his body and over his head. Chloe did love her husband's body... his six-pack, his strong pecs, but most of all, those arms. In the worst of times, those arms held her strong. In the best of times, he could hold her powerless in bed while those strong hands tickled her until she had to beg him to stop. Ken stood over top of his gorgeous wife and a grin came over his face. Chloe lightened the grip with her legs, bringing one leg around in front of her husband. She ran her toes very slowly from his right shoulder down across his pecs, across those washboard abs, until she finally pushed her foot against his very hard cock. She couldn't wait to get it out of those pants! Catching her off-guard, Ken grabbed both of Chloe's legs just above her knees and quickly pulled her across the table until her crotch met the front of Ken's pants. Chloe again wrapped her legs around his body and sat up on her elbows. The looks in both their eyes moved very quickly from amusement and fun to raw passion and intensity. Ken reached down and grabbed the back of Chloe's neck firmly, pulling her face up to his. His other arm reached around to hold his wife up, chest to chest, as she firmly planted a kiss on his lips. Ken pulled Chloe even tighter against him, enjoying the touch of her breasts squeezing against his chest. Chloe's kisses became even more serious as she bit his bottom lip and tugged at it with her teeth. Ken ran his hand from her neck up to the back of her head and pulled her hair firmly but gently away from him. Holding her body firmly against his with one arm, Chloe's neck became fully exposed to his passionate kisses. Chloe was afraid he was going to leave hickeys but there was nothing she could do about it. Her fingers dug into his back and she felt herself getting incredibly wet. The whole situation was throwing her over the edge and they'd only just begun. Ken lowered his wife back onto the table. Chloe's eyes were shut again and her hands quickly found her stomach. She moved them slowly to her breasts and began moaning softly as she squeezed them, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. Ken reached down, running his palm slowly up the inside of her thigh. When his fingers reached her uncovered labia inside her skirt, a smirk came across his face. "You didn't want to waste any time at all did you?" Ken grabbed the side of Chloe's skirt with both hands and with a quick motion, ripped it in two from top to bottom. Chloe's eyes opened wide as she looked down in amazement at what her husband had just done to her. Propped up on her elbows, she laid there now completely naked in front of Ken, the shock still written across her face. "Smile for the camera, my love," Ken said somewhat sarcastically. He reached back down and quickly undid his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. The thrill of being naked together with his naked wife in the conference room at his employer's office made for all he could handle without hitting orgasm right there and then. Ken climbed up on the table with his knees and pushed his wife back down to her back. He began kissing her neck again - she'd always had the most incredible neck, tall, slender, and so erotic. Then he moved down to her arms, kissing every square inch he could find. His hands were moving firmly up and down her stomach until they finally rested on her firm breasts. He massaged them vigorously and his palms rubbing across her nipples was almost enough to push her to orgasm. Chloe reached around Ken's body again, pulling him toward her but he resisted. His face met her breasts and kissing turned into licking. Ken pulled one nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. Chloe's moans were getting louder and louder, but neither of them cared at this point. Ken's hard cock had already begun rubbing up and down against Chloe's clit - he'd lowered himself enough to see to that. Ken moved back onto the floor, once again standing over Chloe. He pulled her legs back toward the edge until her butt was just barely resting on the table. Ken's left hand moved up Chloe's thigh until the bottom of his palm rested on her clit; he pushed firmly against it, bringing another long, loud moan from his wife. Her hands had already found their way back to her breasts and picked up where Ken's had left off. Ken kneeled slowly until his face was right in front of his wife's freshly-shaven lips. He ran his tongue slowly up the outside of her lips and finally settled his mouth around her clit. He began flicking her clit with his tongue while he sucked hard against her labia. He could taste and feel her wetness. Chloe's breathing was getting quicker and she moaned violently now with each exhale. Her hands now moved to the back of Ken's head as she pulled his face against her throbbing clit. With each flick of Ken's tongue, Chloe's moans had turned to shouts. Her back arched against the table and her body began to quiver. She was so close to the orgasm she could barely stand it. Suddenly Ken pulled away. For a moment, Chloe just laid there on the table catching her breath. She wasn't sure what Ken had in mind but she wanted that orgasm so badly. Ken climbed back on top of the table, his hardened penis slowly rubbing against her leg, then against her labia. She felt it continue up her stomach and between her breasts. Ken continued inching his knees forward until they reached Chloe's shoulders. He held her arms against her body; her eyes were still closed as she regained her breath. Without a word, Ken lowered the head of his penis slowly to Chloe's lips. It had been a while since Chloe had tasted her husband's precum. How she had missed that taste. Or, perhaps she'd simply missed being this incredibly aroused. Her entire vagina was begging for the job to be complete and she could still feel her clit throbbing. But that was all beside the point now. She clamped her lips down around Ken's penis as he slowly began thrusting it in and out. She could feel his sack rub against her chin as he pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth. Chloe's tongue began playing with the delicate skin on the underside of Ken's member and she squeezed his head against the top of her mouth. Now it was Ken's turn to begin moaning. The insides of Ken's thighs were brushing back and forth against the sides of Chloe's breasts. Her nipples were tickled by Ken's leg hair and she was having trouble focusing on anything with so much arousing contact. Without thinking, she reached her right hand down to push two fingers up inside her vagina, and her left index finger began circling her clit. Ken's thrusts were getting harder and faster. Chloe could feel his head against the front of her throat and she was thankful her husband knew exactly how far he could go in. She didn't know if he was planning to unload in her mouth or draw this whole ordeal out even further. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to push her own body to orgasm. Working Hard Ken endured as much as he possibly could. Some other day he would allow himself to fill Chloe's mouth with his hot cum. Other days he'd pull out and finish it himself, covering those beautiful breasts before getting Chloe to orgasm with his own tongue. But today he wanted more. He pulled out of Chloe's mouth slowly and backed up and off the table again. Chloe still had one hand deep in her vagina and the other rubbing her clit ferociously. Ken pulled her hand out from inside her and replaced it with his rock hard cock. He thrust slowly a couple times and then quickened the pace. Chloe began to pull her other hand back, but Ken quickly placed her fingers back on her clit. "We finish this together." Chloe's other hand grabbed one breast while Ken grabbed the other. Her moans had become shouts again with each firm thrust into her body. She could now feel Ken's head bumping against the top of her vagina, filling her completely. One last time Chloe's back arched and with a shudder that shook the table she finally arrived. The violent shaking continued for several seconds, but as the first wave wore off, she felt Ken explode within her and pushing against her clit once more, the second wave rushed over her violently. Still held together, Ken reached down and pulled his wife's body up to his own. Her legs wrapped around him and he picked her clean up off the table, spinning around slowly. They were both trying to regain their breaths as they stood in the conference room completely exhausted. After what seemed like hours, Ken sat Chloe back onto the table and then spun around to sit next to her. "We'd better get dressed, get that video, and get outta here, sweetheart." "And what exactly do you propose I wear, ya big bully? You ripped my skirt in two!" Ken didn't have a clue how he was going to get out of this one, but he was convinced he'd come up with something. Besides, the work was done for the day, and he had plans for the lake house that his wife knew nothing about. Certainly this was going to turn into an incredible day. Just as soon as he could figure out how to dress his wife. To Be Continued Working Hard 'Deep breaths,' I thought as I tried to calm myself down, but it wasn't working. I was going to be late for my first day of work at my first ever job, and I was pissed off. This is what it feels like to be part of the workforce, I guess. I'll just grind my way through this entry-level position in features at The Daily Bugle, because I know I'll be covering politics for The Wall Street Journal within 10 years. My ambition will not allow anything less. My writing ability is unparalleled, as my 4.0 Major GPA in Journalism at Baruch College clearly shows (my overall GPA was only 3.3, blame it on those fucking meaningless Science and French classes). All these people at The Daily Bugle will become anonymous to me when I'm on top of the journalism industry. At least, that's what I thought before I arrived at the office. After my train ride from hell concluded I jogged up the stairs and was blasted by the cold November air. I ran all the way to the office building on the corner of Elm St. and 9th Av, adjusted my tie, and checked the time. 9:05 my watch read, and I cursed under my breath as I walked in. After quickly checking in with security I took the elevator to the 11th floor, where the headquarters of The Daily Bugle was located. I left the elevator and walked through what seemed like an endless hallway until I reached the open doorway to the office. I was immediately greeted by Roxanne, the woman in charge of the features department and the same person who conducted my job interview last week. She came off as a little simple but I liked that; it's easier to get your way with people like this. "Hi!" she said rather loudly considering the office was deathly quiet, "Welcome to The Bugle!" "Sorry I'm late," I started before Roxanne interrupted me. "No problem!" she said. "C'mon let me introduce you to the staff!" I was introduced to a group of mostly people my age probably looking to cut their teeth at a bottom-level publication before moving on just like me. Boring. Roxanne guided me to a corner cubicle but stopped short and said, "This is the cubicle you'll be working at. You'll be sharing it with Denise for now, she's an intern that'll be here until her college semester ends next month." Roxanne lowered her voice and continued, "she's very shy, try to make her feel comfortable." I wasn't happy with this development; bad enough I have to slog my way through a features job, now I've got to babysit too? Fucking bullshit. Roxanne continued, now at her normal volume, "Anyway, if you need anything give a shout, I'm just around the corner!" and she headed toward her cubicle. I stepped into my cubicle and took off my jacket by the available computer. Strangely, Denise did not stop what she was doing to introduce herself. I turned my computer on then went to Denise's side of the cubicle. "Um, hello?" I said and Denise turned in her chair to face me. That's when I laid my eyes on the most beautiful women I've ever met in my life. Denise's eyes were the first thing I noticed; they were big and blue as the ocean, they had a near-hypnotic quality to them. She had wavy blonde hair that looked like she just had it done professionally; it looked vibrant and bouncy. And speaking of bouncy, her breasts were almost jumping off her chest they were so perky and big (just the way I liked them). She stood up out of her chair, extended her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Denise." She was about my height and very thin. Her skin was a beautiful shade of peach. She was wearing a black dress with white trim that was formfitting, to put it nicely. She had curves that would make runway models jealous. I could tell she was very shy; she did not want to make eye contact as I introduced myself. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like to brag but I wanted to learn more about Denise, so I steered the conversation that way. "So where do you go to school?" I asked. "Hunter College," she replied, "I'm a junior." "I went to Baruch, also a city college! Small world, huh?" I said. I may be a great writer but I suck at small talk. Denise nodded and said nothing but I wasn't going to give up that easily. I continued to pry for a few minutes and soon I got her phone number, Facebook and Twitter. Later that night I investigated her like she was a slimy politician I needed to get dirt on. I was possessed to find out everything I could about her. But her social media accounts could best be described as dormant. No Facebook posts in months, barely any pictures to speak of. Twitter wasn't much better; her tweets were mostly re-tweets of some dopey fashion articles along with the occasional news item, but nothing that gave me insight into her personal life. I wanted to find out what made her tick, and the only way I was going to get that was directly from her. So over the next few weeks I tried to get her to open up; I talked to her about all sorts of topics but she did not want to converse. Eye contact was sparse. Then came the office Christmas party just a few days before the holiday. This was also Denise's last day, and I still hadn't solved her. As me and her were wrapping up our work for the day I asked her "would you like to walk with me to the party?" (it was being held at a bar a few blocks away) "Sure. I actually have no idea where it is," Denise replied with a nervous giggle. She flashed a smile but it didn't seem genuine. We walked toward the elevator then she stuttered, "I-I've changed my mind, I don't think I want to go to the party." "Why not?" I asked. Denise looked like she was about to cry as she said, "I don't know, p-parties aren't really my thing, I just get nervous and I wind up standing around doing nothing." "Don't be so shy Denise," I said. This obviously struck a nerve with Denise. "I fucking hate that word," she said, "don't say that ever again." "What, shy?" I blurted out. "Yes," said Denise. "See, I'm not really shy, I've just had a tough time making friends. My parents don't like letting me go out of the house at all, so I've never been able to see my friends outside of school. So I stopped trying and shut down. The only reason I was going to the Christmas party is my parents are out tonight, I was doing it behind their back. That's why I've been so (she paused as she searched for the right word) introverted around you. I didn't want to hurt your feelings. But I like you." I was taken aback by her sudden confession, I was not expecting this at all. I could tell she was fighting back tears. "Denise," I said as I gently wrapped my arms around her, "let me into your life and I promise I won't disappoint you." Then I kissed her gently on the forehead. She smiled again, this time I knew she was happy. Then she kissed me on the lips. Her lips tasted sweet, I wanted more. "You know," I said, "I don't feel like going to the party either. Maybe I, or should I say we, should go to my place. I think we'll have a better time. Agree?" "Sounds wonderful," Denise said. We took the subway to my apartment in downtown Brooklyn, about a 45 minute ride. We held hands as we watched the stops go by, until finally we reached our stop. As we climbed back to the street we noticed it was beginning to snow. Denise's smile got even bigger and I put my arm around her as we walked to my apartment. We got inside and sat down on my couch. We drank an egg nog each and caught the end of 'It's A Wonderful Life' on one of the classic movie channels. When the movie ended I shut the TV and Denise put her head on my shoulder. I gently rubbed my hand across her thigh and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back and soon we were going at it hot and heavy. Eventually Denise climbed up onto my lap to continue the makeout session and brushed up against my crotch. As you could imagine, I was rock-hard at this point. She laughed and said, "somebody's excited," and yanked me by my tie (why the fuck was I still dressed anyway?) bringing me close to her face. "Take me to your bed," Denise instructed me. "Yes ma'am," I said enthusiastically as I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. As we walked into the bedroom I said, "I knew I'd break you out of your shell." She smiled coyly and replied, "just shut up and fuck me." "That's my kind of girl," I said as I began undressing her. I took my time purposefully to build up anticipation, starting with her shoes and socks, then her dress. She was down to her undergarments; her breasts were bursting out of her bra. "I'm going to set these puppies free," I said playfully as I undid her bra. Her tits were just as incredible as I imagined they'd be. They were big and so were her areolae. Her nipples must have been standing an inch off her breasts because they were fully aroused. Denise giggled with delight as I gently felt up her breasts and put her nipples in my mouth. I was going to savor every moment I had with these magnificent breasts of hers. Once I was done playing with her tits I laid her down on the bed and began to undress myself. "Wait," Denise said, "let me help you with that." I stopped with my shirt halfway off then she undid the last few buttons. She tossed my shirt aside then she swirled her tongue around my nipples and it felt sensational. No girl had ever done that to me before. Then she took off my pants and underwear and began sucking my cock. She was pretty good for a beginner, it felt heavenly when licked my shaft and sucked on my balls. I could last longer than most but I felt myself begging to climax after a few minutes and I stopped her. She placed herself back on the bed, then I took off her panties, tossed them aside not caring where they landed, and went down on her. Her pussy was a little hairy but I enjoyed eating her out. She squeaked with euphoric pleasure as I licked her clitoris and plunged my tongue as deep as I could into her vagina. As I was giving her oral Denise placed her hand on the top of my head and ran her fingers through my hair, then she nudged me further inside her pussy. I could barely breathe as I explored her tight hole with my tongue, I had to come up for air a couple of times but I dove back in quickly. Her pussy tasted great. "Oh please fuck me now, I'm ready," Denise moaned intensely. I climbed up on the bed, tasted her sweet lips once more, then penetrated her missionary style. She was tight as all hell; it took me a while to get a rhythm going. I also didn't want to hurt her, so I took it slow at first. Denise enjoyed my smooth and sensual thrusts and eventually asked to do it doggy style. I told her she'd feel it deeper and she said, "I want it deep inside me, fuck me hard!" She certainly wasn't shy anymore. Doggy wasn't my favorite but I wasn't going to refuse anything in this moment. I had to work harder to keep her satisfied in this position, I was panting as I pounded her faster and faster. Her moans turned into shouts of passion as I stretched her pussy out and penetrated deeper inside her. I grabbed a firm hold of her tits from behind as I continued to pound her, slapping my abdomen against her ass with every thrust. After a couple of minutes of this I pulled out and laid down on my back, trying to rest for a moment. But Denise was eager; she climbed on top, straddled my cock, and began to ride it and grind on it vigorously. I could feel myself reaching climax again as her screams reached a high pitch. "I'm getting close baby," I said but I don't think she heard me over this one long, loud moan she made. Then I felt a rush of juices running down my penis. Denise was cumming hard and that put me over the top. I climaxed and the cum burst out of my cock inside her. "I hope you had fun," I said to Denise as we laid down catching our breath. "You bet," she said, "I want it again. Soon. But I have to head back home now, I have to be there before my parents show up." "Ok, text me when you get home," I said. "Can I ask one more favor from you?" Denise asked. "Sure," I replied. "Can you help me find my panties please?" Working Hard for Her Job Peeta smoothed her skirt down as she sat back at her desk, glancing at the clock in the corner of her monitor. There were only forty-five minutes left until the start of the weekend, and she intended to make the most of it! A chime informing her of a new email interrupted her daydreams about two days off, and she opened outlook to find a message from her boss. It was as short and to-the-point as usual, and asked her to stay behind after work for a quick meeting. It looks like her weekend would have to be postponed slightly! Peeta spent the next forty minutes wondering what the meeting was about; she was coming to the end of her probationary period at the office, and had been hoping for a smooth transition into a permanent position. It was only secretarial work, but she enjoyed it and was good at it. As an added bonus, the office environment allowed her to show off some great business attire, something she relished every day. Her Indian heritage meant her creamy brown skin looked equally good against a white silk blouse or a pinstripe skirt, both of which she was wearing at the moment. Five o'clock came and went, and the office quickly emptied until it Peeta was left on her own, accompanied only by the light from her bosses corner office. She gave herself two minutes to steel her nerves, before she made her way over and knocked softly before poking her head around the door "Hi Mr Johnson; you said you wanted a chat with me?" He looked up from his large wooden desk, and beckoned her in. Peeta watched his eyes glanced down over her long sleek figure, and felt a tingle in her loins. Since she started, she'd developed quite a crush on her hunky boss. He was about ten years older than her twenty-one years, but he was still in fantastic shape under his tailored suits. And she'd caught his eyes on her body on more than one occasion. "Yes Peeta; please sit down." He replied gruffly. She sat on the chair opposite him, crossing her legs and staring attentively as she waited for her boss to begin. But when he did, the smile dropped from her face. "I'm really sorry about this Peeta" he began "but I'm going to have to let you go. I don't think its working out with you here. There's no need to serve out your notice, you'll still be paid for it. And I guarantee you'll get a fantastic reference." "But..........but I don't understand Mr Johnson; is it something I've done? Something I haven't done? I thought I was doing really well? I haven't had any complaints so far. I'll do anything to stay here. I love this job.........." "You have been doing well Peeta; this isn't about your work. I just don't think this office suits you, that's all." He replied. She noticed her boss was looking more and more uncomfortable as they progressed, and his answers just infuriated her. "But that's no reason at all Mr Johnson" Peeta replied heatedly, her voice slowly rising "there must be something that I've done..........did your girlfriend complain about me? Because I wouldn't interrupt your meeting last week so she could tell you about her trip to the spa? That bitch! I don't think its fair that I get sacked because of.........." Her boss quickly interrupted her "No Peeta. No that's not it at all. If you must know, we broke up that evening. She's out of the picture." Peeta's face softened instantly "Oh I'm so sorry Mr Johnson. I didn't know!" "That's all right Peeta. I kept it quiet. I don't need to fuel the office gossip pot." "Well I'm sorry I brought it up. But that doesn't change anything; there must be something I can do? Or not do?" Mr Johnson looked even more uncomfortable now as he continued: "Ill be honest with you then Peeta; it was my decision. I can't get any work done with you around. You seem to enjoy showing off as much skin as you possibly can. And you spend half your time bent over your desk with your arse pointed at me. Do you know how distracting that is? I can't get any work done!" She took it all in, shocked at the outburst. She'd hoped that he noticed her, but she never had any idea that she'd had that effect on her boss "So..........you think I'm pretty then? Is that it Mr Johnson?" "I think you're amazing Peeta. You're like nothing I've ever seen!" Peeta smiled softly at her boss, then stood up and removed her suit jacket. She didn't bother to smooth her skirt down, and she knew it was giving her boss a tantalising hint of her stocking tops. Her hips swung as she moved around the desk, pushing Mr Johnsons chair back so she could perch on his knees. She smiled sweetly at him as she ran her fingers down his tie. "Well Mr Johnson" she whispered, "I've a confession to make. I was dressing to impress. Dressing to impress you that is. I've had the biggest crush on you, but never did anything because of your girlfriend. Now I know she's out if the picture, well then there's no need for either of us to feel guilty. Is there?" She didn't wait for an answer, but instead leaned in to kiss him softly. There was a moment of resistance as her tongue pressed against his lips, which quickly passed as her boss ran his hands down her back. Peeta pulled herself closer, kissing with more urgency as her fingers slid under his shirt, nails scratching softly down his broad chest. Pulling away slowly, she started into Mr Johnsons eyes. "I said I'd do anything Mr Johnson. Anything to keep my job. But there's one task I really want." Her boss moaned softly as she unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers brushing against him. "What's that Peeta? And maybe you should call me Steve." "I really want to see your cock. Steve." She whispered in his ear. "I want to get on my knees and take your cock out." He moaned again as Peeta bit his ear softly, before dropping to her knees between his spread legs. Her fingers stroked over his bulge as she deftly undid his belt. Peeta pulled his trousers down slowly, relishing the sight of her boss’s bulge straining against his tight boxers. She ran her tongue over the fabric slowly, feeling its impossible hardness as her boss groaned softly. "Fuck Steve, what have you got in here for me?” she whispered, stroking his legs as she stared up at him. Without waiting for an answer, her fingers reached up and slowly peeled his boxers down. Her eyes widened as his fat veiny shaft came into view. It looked like it was as thick as her wrist; and so long too! She'd never seen anything like it! She gave a final tug, and moaned in appreciation as Steve's cock sprung up proudly for her; it was nearly nine inches long, and his shiny purple bellend was already oozing precum. Still staring up at her boss, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked him softly, relishing the weight and heat of his throbbing prick. "Fuck Steve. Nobody told me about this. You've kept this a secret haven't you?" "I try, but it’s hard to keep it hidden with you around; look what you do to me." "This is my fault then is it?” she giggled. "I guess I'd better take care of it then." Both her hands were wrapped around his dick now; she was wanking him slowly as she moved her head over his huge cock. Steve stroked her long dark hair back from her face, watching in ecstasy as her tongue flicked out over his throbbing wet bellend. She swirled her long pink tongue around his big prick, before she slowly traced the tip of her tongue down his shaft and over his swollen balls. Each one was sucked in turn before she slowly worked her way back up, licking and kissing his long cock. Between kisses, she looked up at him, whispering softly: "I've a couple of secrets too..........boss..........one of them..........is that I love..........big cocks..........fat, throbbing..........dicks..........this Indian slut..........loves cock..........huge white cock" Steve moaned louder as she wrapped her lips around his dick and began sucking hard. Her tongue still flicked over his bellend as she took him inside her wet mouth. Her fingers dropped to his balls and teased him as she worked down, taking more and more dick into her mouth. "Fuck Peeta that's it. Suck my cock. Suck it good baby." Hus hands were entwined in her long black hair as she bobbed on his dick. "Don't stop Peeta. Jesus. Don't stop. I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you since the moment I interviewed you" She pulled away from his cock with a grin."Mmmmm I didn't know I had such a naughty boss. Tell me what you wanted Steve?" He lifted her up onto the edge of his desk and kissed her furiously, plunging his tongue into her mouth before pulling back with a grin of his own. Peeta nuzzled his neck softly as he whispered in her ear: "I wanted you Peeta. All of you. You walked into the interview with a skirt up around your arse. I could barely take my eyes off your legs the whole time. I wanted to run my hands up your long slim legs and under your skirt. I wanted to feel you on me..........kissing me..........fucking me." Peeta was panting slightly as she felt his hands above her stockings, pushing her skirt up over her hips. "God boss..........Steve..........that sounds amazing..........just what I want..........but..........I need to tell you first..........my other secret.........." "Is it that you've got a cock in your knickers Peeta? Because I know and I don't care; I've known for a while that you were a sexy little tranny." For now, Peeta didn't care how he knew; she squealed in delight as Steve's hand slid between her legs, cupping her through her tiny lacy thong. She wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him close as he ripped her blouse open, sucking on her stiff nipples through her tiny black bra. "Dirty boss.........bad boss..........could've been fucking me weeks ago..........could've had me all the time..........big dick boss..........needed this..........need it now..........need fucking.........fuck me now..........use your slut..........pleeeeeaaaasssee" Steve pushed his tongue back in her mouth again, savouring the taste of her as he lifted Peeta off the desk. She pulled away with a moan and dropped the remains of her outfit on the floor. Her hair was tousled and her cheeks were flushed. She moaned softly as he bent over the desk for her boss, feeling like a total whore and loving every second. Steve stood over her; his throbbing cock was pressed against her arse as he ran his hands down her back. His big white prick looked perfect between her brown cheeks, and he savoured the view before pulling her thong to one side. Her puckered hole looked impossibly tight. She continued to moan softly as she reached back to spread her cheeks wide for him. "Need it..........please Steve..........boss..........fuck me..........give me that dick" She groaned loudly in anticipation as he pressed his bellend against her hole. His fat cock was dripping wet with her spit and his precum, but he added to it as he began pushing inside her. He eased in so slowly, watching as her brown ring stretched to take him all. "Jesus. Fuck. So good Peeta. You're so fucking tight." "God Steve..........fuuuuuuuuccccckkk..........you feel amazing..........so fuuuuuuuuccccckkking big..........filling me up..........love it.........." She groaned hard as Steve bottomed out inside her. He could feel his balls pressed against hers, still nestled in her tiny panties. He moaned softly as they began to fuck; he started with long slow strokes, feeling the heat already beginning to build in his balls as her asshole squeezed him tight. "Love your ass baby. I love your ass around my dick. It feels perfect. So perfect" "Perfect..........so fucking perfect Steve..........its made for you..........it's yours now..........I'm yours..........your Indian fuck-toy..........just never stop..........never stop..........fucking me..........using me..........fuuuuuuuuccccckkking meeeeeeeeee.........." Steve sped up, both of them moaning hard as they fucked harder and faster; Peeta threw her head back and screamed his name as his cock pounded inside her "Ssssttttteeeeeeevvvvveeeee..........cuummmmminnnnggggg.........." He felt her asshole squeeze even tighter around him as she screamed in pleasure, and couldn't hold back. With a final thrust, he buried his dick inside her and filled her full of hot cum, moaning her name as he collapsed on top of her. "God. Fuck. Jesus Peeta. That was the best. That was amazing." They stayed that way for some time, Steve kissing her neck as they both revelled in their mutual orgasms. As Steve's softening dick finally slid out of her, Peeta lifted her head to his with a soft smile playing on her lips. "So does this me that I can keep my job..........boss?" "No Peeta; not your current one anyway. But I am looking for a new Personal Assistant though. It'd mean more money, but a whole new set of responsibilities. How does that sound to you?" Peeta pulled Steve close to her again and kissed him softly. "When do I start?"