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My Colleague

By: Ashson



I had this deal all lined up and the deadline was getting near. I had all the paperwork sorted out and all it needed was a final check and then some signatures.

Then a couple of days before the paperwork had to be handed over, one of managers rang me at home. From his home. He'd taken his part of the documentation home with him the previous day for a final review and had intended to hand them in to me today. Not a problem. That left me several days leeway, which is the way I like it.

However, he had eaten something that disagreed with him, quite violently. As far as he was concerned he was not venturing more than a few feet from the nearest throne room, thank you very much, and it would probably be several days before he made it back to work. Did I want him to courier the papers to the office or would I like to send someone to collect them?

Damned if I was trusting that sort of paperwork to a courier. I knew where Frank lived. Not far off the route that I take to work. No problems, I told Frank. I'll just get up half an hour early and swing past your place on the way to the office.

So early next morning, and a bloody cold morning it was, I swung past Frank's place. He answered the door in pyjamas and dressing gown and pointed to the living room. 

"Just sit in there and warm yourself by the fire while I go get the papers," he said. 

I was wandering into living room when I heard Frank give what sounded like a muffled curse and then he was running for the toilet, swearing. Sympathetic, but amused nevertheless, I sat back in a comfortable armchair and enjoyed the wood fire he thoughtfully had going. 

Then this lovely young thing came scampering into the room, carrying some clothes in her arms. She dumped the clothes on the floor near the fire and started toasting her hands. She was wearing a nightie, and that was all she was wearing. Standing with the fire behind her, that nightie was effectively transparent and I had a perfect view.

What do you do in a case like this? You press the record movie button on your smart phone and enjoy the show.

This, I surmised, was Frank's daughter, Leanne. Leanne was eighteen, had just finished school with some excellent results and was looking for work. 

I knew her age and her scholastic record because she'd put in an application via her father for an entry position in the company. I have a rule that any relatives of managers who apply for a job in the company have to be cleared by me, if they get past the initial Human Resources screening. 

Leanne had cleared the Human Resources hurdle and her resume had already been across my desk. I'd approved it and she would be sent a letter of acceptance very shortly, with the proviso that she wouldn't be working in her father's department.

The next thing I know, Leanne has whipped off her nightie and now she was really naked. To my amusement she turned around and offered her bottom to the fire for a few moments before she started scrambling into her clothes.

Leanne had just finished getting dressed and picked up her nightie when Frank came back into the room with a folder in his hand.

"Sorry about that, Peter," he said. "Now you can see why I'm not coming to work today. This has all been checked and I'm happy with it and have signed off on it. Leanne being keeping you entertained, has she?"

Leanne had frozen on the spot, her mouth dropping open. She'd finally noticed me seated there and she didn't know what to say.

"Thanks, Frank," I said, smiling, "and yes, Leanne has been amusing me while I waited. I'll see you back at the office when you're feeling a bit better."

Frank nodded and then suddenly seemed to stiffen. He said a quick, "See Peter out, please, Leanne," and he was turning and departing very quickly.

"Has Frank seen a doctor?" I demanded.

"Oh, yes," said Leanne, in a very nervous sounding voice. "The doctor was here before you arrived. He gave dad an injection which he said will help but it may not kick for an hour or so. He should be fine."

Leanne started towards the door. She looked at me nervously as she opened the door to let me out and followed me outside.

"Um, I should apologise for what happened in there," she said, blushing and not looking at me.

I laughed. She should apologise?

"Rather, let us say that I should apologise. I should have spoken up as soon as you came into the room but didn't quite know how without embarrassing and scaring you. I mean, how would you have reacted if I'd said hullo while you were toasting your pretty little tush?"

I was wrong. She wasn't blushing earlier, just a shade pinkish around the cheeks. Now she was blushing, remembering how she'd ditched her nightie and offered her bottom to the fire.

"You have a very nice figure, you know," I told her, keeping my voice casual. "How about coming around to my place and letting me see it again. I'd really like to get closer acquainted with it."

If she kept blushing like that she was going to have a stroke.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "but no. I don't do that sort of thing?"

She should. She has a lovely body, and ideally suited to pleasing a man.

"Why not?" I asked. "You're old enough. Are you a virgin?"

"That is none of your business," she snapped.

I was pleased to see she had a bit of spirit. I really don't seem to get on too well with women who let you walk all over them. I keep wanting to tell them to grow up and get some backbone.

"That generally means that yes, you are. And it is my business if I'm going to take you to bed. It's better for me to know in advance rather than hear you wailing 'it hurts', just because you forget to warn me. 

"I'm sure you mean to be flattering," Leanne said with a chill in her voice, "but you're not. I'm not going to sleep with you.

"There'd be damn little sleeping, I assure you," I told her. "And why not?"

"I told you," she said with some exasperation. "I don't do that sort of thing. Don't you listen?"

"Of course I listen. I just tend to ignore what is being said if it's not what I want to hear. Why don't you do that sort of thing? Are you afraid you may feel guilty afterwards?

What about if I apply a little coercion? You can then yield happily, knowing you don't have a real choice. It means that it's not your fault and you won't need to feel guilty."

"That's ridiculous," she snapped. "And what sort of coercion could you apply anyway. Threaten to fire my father?"

"Now you're being ridiculous. Why on earth would I want to get rid of Frank. You don't fire an excellent manager just because his daughter has inconvenient morals."

I held up my smart phone. 

"When you stood in front of the fire with the light shining through your transparent nightie I accidently hit the record button. I didn't realise until you were almost fully dressed and then I just naturally switched it off. But the film is still here. Is the thought of where that film may turn up coercion enough?"

Leanne was shocked. She gaped at me for a horrified moment before finding her voice.

"You didn't?" she said with a groan. "And do you have other coercions in mind if that one fails?"

Sadly I shook my head.

"No. That's all. I'd have to get really nasty and make horrible threats and that wouldn't be fair. You'd just get all upset and wouldn't be able to enjoy yourself when you're with me. But I think the video is sufficient to make you yield gracefully."

Leanne was chewing on her lip, unsure of what to do. I felt sure that she was reasonably willing but nervous about finally taking that last step. Time for the carrot.

"I understand that you've applied for a job at the company. I can give you an edge in actually getting it. Your employment would be on a trial basis only and you'd have to prove to your manager that you can do the work. And your manager won't be either me or your father so there would be no favouritism." 

"And I suppose if I say no I can kiss my chances goodbye?"

I shook my head. "If you say no, you take your chances. I won't stop you being hired but neither will I make a push to select you. You will get the job without my influencing the decision one way or the other."

Leanne was madly chewing on her lip now. She wanted to say yes but was still dithering because it was a big step. She was irritated by the coercion factor, hopeful about getting a leg up getting a job that she was sure she'd be good at. She was also being pressured by her own hormones which had probably been saying 'go, girl, go' for a couple of years now. 

I opened my car door and indicated that she should get in. She hesitated and then did so, sitting there primly and nervously.

The advantage of being the boss was that no-one was going to comment if I decide to come in late one morning. Well, almost nobody. I sent off a message to my secretary warning her I would be delayed. You should never upset your secretary. It's just not worth it.

Retracing my steps, I sent off homewards. Leanne was a little quiet as we drove along but a few subtle questions soon had her chatting freely about how she was glad to be out of school and in the labour force. She had ambitions and as far as she was concerned her hoped for job in my company was just the first step of a ladder she expected to climb successfully.

Just chatting with her, she seemed a dominant type of personality who probably would go a long way. In contrast to that, while I don't think she would be submissive sexually, she certainly seemed attracted to a forceful and dominant personality in that area. And I was fairly determined to keep projecting that image.

Arriving home I escorted Leanne through to my lounge room. I could see her relax just that little bit, finding I wasn't rushing her straight through to a bedroom. I'd actually chosen the lounge room after some careful thought. 

I don't actually have a wood fire for her to warm her pretty little tush on, but I did have a good facsimile. I had a very nice gas heater that resembled a blazing fire. It was quite realistic, and it had damn well better be for the price I paid.

Neither did I have a bear skin rug on which to seduce Leanne, but again, what I did have I thought would suffice. It was a dark red, thick plush pile rug lying before the heater. In my opinion, Leanne's white skin would look very nice against the red background.

I flicked the heater on and suggested that Leanne might like to take off her jacket as the room would be heating up fast. I also poured her a small drink. Just enough to ease the tension she must have been feeling.

We talked some more. I told her a bit about my company and where I saw it heading over the next few years. I also gave her some advice as to the sort of areas she should concentrate on to get ahead. By the time Leanne had finished sipping her drink she was relaxed and on casually friendly terms with me.

Seeing Leanne had finished her drink I took the glass from her and placed it on the coffee table. Turning back to face her I started undoing the buttons on her blouse. She looked startled and a tiny flash of apprehension crossed her face, but she didn't try to stop me. She just looked at my hands as they moved steadily down, flicking the buttons open.

Sitting back, I left Leanne's blouse gaping open, displaying a nice lacy bra and a really superb cleavage. I continued talking, and after a slight hesitation Leanne picked up the thread of our conversation and was earnestly discussing the future as she saw it.

In the middle of the chatter I casually flicked her blouse and suggested she might as well take it off. Leanne just talked on while taking her blouse off, not seeming to really notice what she was doing. She looked quite startled when I turned her gently to unclip her bra, apparently surprised to find her blouse missing.

I didn't linger with the bra. As soon as it was undone I was drawing the strap down her arms, letting those puppies out where I could see them. Playtime was starting up and they were the first toys that would come to hand. 

Now that she was half naked, Leanne seemed to be realising what she had agreed to. She went very quiet, watching as my hands moved under her breasts, gently bounced them as though weighing, and finally closing upon them. I squeezed them lightly, rolling her nipples lightly under my thumb.

"There are women," I said very quietly, "who would pay a fortune to have breasts as lovely as these, but they can never equal the real thing."

Leanne was blushing slightly, still watching as I cradled her breasts, her breath coming faster. I squeezed and stroked her, noting the subtle signs of appreciation, though she didn't speak.

"You do know this is just the start, and exactly what I'm going to do, don't you?" I gently suggested.

Leanne looked at me, nodding slightly, her blush fading as she paled slightly, her apprehension rising again. 

"If you're not going to be willing," I continued, "then now is the time to say so, because in a second I'm going to stand you up and start removing the rest of your clothes. Have you ever actually been naked in front of a man?"

I paused a second and then added, "Apart from me in front of your fire this morning."

Now she was blushing again, remembering what I must have seen while she dressed. Probably especially remembering bending forward nude to warm her bottom.

Leanne still didn't say anything, but neither did she try to pull away. Taking this as agreement I took her elbow and eased her to her feet.

Turning her to face me, my hands moved to the fasteners on her skirt and started undoing them. Her hands dropped down and rested on mine.

"I can do it," she told me.

I smiled up at her. "I'm sure you can, but I want to. It's the little boy in me wanting to unwrap my Christmas presents."

"It's not Christmas," she grumbled, but her hands dropped away.

A few moments later and so did her skirt. All that was left were her tights and panties, and I took my time removing those, rolling the tights down first and then finally returning to slowly tug down her panties, leaving her naked.

I leaned back a little to look at Leanne. She was squirming just a little, embarrassed to be nude and have me looking at her, but she could also see the sincere admiration I held for her and she was relishing it.

A man was looking at her naked and liking what he saw. She was finding it exciting.

I reached up and cupped a breast for a second, then looking directly at her face I let my hand trail slowly down her front. She stared back at me, her teeth just lightly biting her bottom lip, sensing where my hand was heading but determine not to look. As my hand circled lazily around her navel I could see her catch and hold her breath, waiting for the coming moment.

My hand slipped between her legs, covered her mound and gave a gentle squeeze. One would think I'd squeezed the air out of her lungs as she let out her breath with a whoosh and then took a gasping gulp. Now she was breathing again but rather raggedly.

Her excitement was mounting and I could feel heat coming from her pussy. Her nakedness and the knowledge of what was to happen was working on her, tantalising her. The teasing of her breasts had started the fires burning and the sudden capture of her pussy was fanning the flames.

I stood up, took her hand and drew her over to the rug in front of the heater. I settled her onto the rug and she lay there, looking up at me, and the heat in her body was now shown by the heat in her eyes.

I undressed swiftly. While I was older than her, I wasn't as old as her father and I was fit and healthy. I was also reasonably endowed and didn't think I'd disappoint her in that department. Leanne watched as I stripped, and I saw her eyes wandering down to check me out. She didn't seem disappointed or nervous, just accepting of what I had.

I knew that she hadn't reached eighteen without a few sexual encounters, but I was also quite sure that she was still virgin. She knew enough to play, and that was a start.

I settled down next to her and kissed her. Gently at first, but more fiercely as she responded. My hand sought and found her breast and resumed playing with it. I could feel her pressing it up against my hand as I squeezed. I could sense her body twisting slightly. Her feelings were making her uncomfortable and she wanted something done about it.

My mouth trailed down over her throat, moving lower until it captured a breast. I fastened onto her nipple, sucking lightly and teasing her with my teeth. At the same time my hand closed around her pussy again, massaging it and preparing it for the task ahead.

Of her own accord, Leanne sort and found my erection, her hand closing firmly around it. She had touched one of those before; it was obvious from the way she went about teasing it. That was alright by me. I didn't have to teach her everything, and her main lesson would start very shortly.

My fingers had by now dipped between her lips, exploring her hot inner core. She was wet and soft and my fingers moved easily inside her, familiarising themselves with her. She gasped when I pressed lightly against her hymen, and I was pleased to see that my guess had been correct. It wouldn't have worried me if she hadn't been a virgin, but it would be enjoyable to initiate her, leaving her pleased with her first experience with a cock. (Now I just had to live up to that boast.)

A little more probing, and I could tell by a sudden tenseness in Leanne that my fingers were hovering hear something sensitive and that she knew it and was slightly worried.

"Do you want me to suck on you?" she suddenly asked.

I grinned. Definitely worried. I shook my head, smiling at her.

"No," I said. "I want to see how you react to this."

With that I lightly flicked her clitoris and Leanne squealed.

"What did you do?" she demanded.

"This," I said still smiling and flicked her again, hearing her choke back another squeal.

"Well, don't" she gasped. "I don't think I like it."

"OK. How about this instead?" and I started roughly rubbing my fingers against her clitoris.

This time she shrieked, her hands latching onto my wrist and trying to pull my hand away. I ignored that and kept rubbing her, and Leanne seemed to just sag against the rug, giving little mewing sounds, her hands no longer trying to pull mine away but just limply holding it.

A few more moments of agitating her clitoris and Leanne was history. She was writhing under my touch, wailing, and at the same time trying to push her pussy hard up against my hand.

Timing is everything. I positioned myself between Leanne's thighs, my cock pressing lightly against her slit. I eased in just enough for me to feel her hymen blocking my way. Then my finger gave her clitoris another couple of flicks and Leanne orgasmed, squealing and frantically pushing up against me, not even noticing that her hymen went the way of all flesh as my cock plunged into her, helped by her desperate upwards push.

I held myself inside her, waiting while Leanne slowly became grounded in reality again. She was staring at me, shocked and gasping, and then looking even more shocked as she realised that my cock was firmly inside her. She just stared at me, mouth open slightly, not really believing that I had penetrated her while she was bouncing of the ceiling from her climax.

"What did you do?" she demanded.

"I was just preparing you for the next stage," I told her, and she could hear the laughter in my voice.

Now it was time to settle down to work. I pulled slowly out of Leanne, hearing her catch her breath as I moved. Sinking back down I found Leanne moving automatically to meet me. She was hot and excited and her body knew just what it wanted. Leanne just went with the flow, following instincts as old as time.

I didn't want Leanne exploding again too soon, so I moved slowly at first, letting her get the feel of me moving inside her. Leanne accepted this at first, moving gently in time with my slow thrusts, but she was far too hot and excited to take it for long. She wanted action, and soon she was moving restlessly under me, muttering for something more.


My Colleague, My Friend, My Lover?



My colleague, Carol came into my office one Tuesday morning and asked if I could help her prepare a work schedule on my computer. It was just after closing time and we were the only ones still in the building.

Now Carol is one stunning 34 year old redhead with a pair of legs that never ended and pert medium-sized breasts that still seemed to defy gravity. If Carol asked you for assistance, you jumped - unless you are a castrated eunuch! Only problem was... she was married. Married to an utter asshole whom she seemed to adore. Nobody knew what she saw in the man, because he certainly did not deserve her.

In any case, I immediately put the project I was working on on hold and offered her a chair next to mine in front of the computer and we got started on the schedule. Needless to say, my mind was everywhere but on the schedule we were preparing. If only the woman knew what she was doing to me! Or did she....? 

We worked on the schedule for about ten minute, brushing shoulders and hands and knees occasionally touching. Accidentally, of course! She did not seem to be bothered by it and probably did not even notice it, but I certainly enjoyed the cheap thrills!

Then the phone rang and I got up to answer it, offering my chair to Carol to give her better access to the computer while I talked on the phone. When the conversation ended I took place behind her. She was about to get up to let me have my chair back, when I said that I'd rather stand and that she was welcome to it. So she was working on the computer while I stood behind her, giving ideas and advice. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone and from my vantage point behind her, I had a perfect view down her cleavage. She was wearing a pink under wire half cup bra which showed off those magnificent firm breasts to its full potential. I was certain that I could actually see the tops of her areolas peeping out of those half cups. This was enough to make my cock spring to full attention! The beauty of it all was that, from my standing position behind her, I could check out those boobs to my heart's content - and she could not possibly notice!

"There! That should do it! What do you think?" she said, signalling the end of my cheap thrills. I quickly scanned through the schedule and in order to prolong the moment, I suggested a few changes to the schedule, pointing at the data at the computer screen. She leaned forward to study the amendments I was proposing and this caused her blouse to open up a bit more. Man, I thought those boobs were going to pop out of their half cup constraints at any minute! By now, merely sneaking peeks was no longer enough for me. My hard-on was taking over and was doing all the thinking for me! I leaned forward to propose some more amendments to the spreadsheet and in doing so, put my left hand on her shoulder 'in order to keep my balance, of course!' She did not seem to think much of it so I kept it there. I slightly adjusted my hand, which caused the blouse to open up even further and I could now clearly make out the light pink tops of her areolas peeping from the tops of the half cups. I adjusted my hand again, letting my forearm rest on her shoulder with my hand hanging dangerously close to her left breast. My face came within centimetres of her golden tresses and the nice, clean smell of her hair was intoxicating!

We were not only colleagues, but good friends as well. She was very comfortable with me and in our conversations no topic was taboo. The problem was, how do you get from mere friends to something more?

In my gesturing to the computer screen, my left hand 'accidentally' brushed her breast a few times. Again she did not seem to mind. Maybe she did not even notice...? 

Then we were done. I playfully kissed her neck and gave her boob a light squeeze, while congratulating her on a job well done.

"Watch it, buster!" she said.

"Mmm, not wearing a bra today, huh?" I replied, knowing full well that she was wearing this incredible half cup.

"Rubbish!" she said. "Of course I'm wearing one!"

"Certainly did not feel like it!" I lied.

To this she pulled aside her blouse to expose her bra strap and said "There! Do you believe me now?"

"How could I have missed it?!" I exclaimed. "It looks like those military style ones that my grandmother used to wear!" I teased.

"That would be the day! My husband insists that I wear sexy lingerie and I love doing so for him." she said.

"Well, let's see just how sexy this bra is then," I boldly said.

"Dream on, buster," she said while cupping her breasts with her hands over her blouse.

"I'll never understand you women," I said. "On the beach you have no problem walking around in the skimpiest of swimsuits, but a bra, which normally covers more than a bikini top is a big no-no!"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. It probably is no big deal, but these are for hubby's eyes only!" she said.

"Fair enough, but I did not ask to see your boobs. I merely wanted to see your sexy bra, which surely cannot be more sexy than a bikini top," I countered.

"Well, if you insist. I don't suppose it will do any harm." And with that she leant forward in my direction and pulled away her blouse to show me her overflowing bra. I could not believe my luck! I pulled her to her feet to get a better look and started to undo another button of her blouse. At this, she held my fumbling hands in hers, saying that she did not think that that was a good idea. 

"What's the big deal?" I said. "I have now already seen it and would just like to see it from a better angle." I proceeded to undo the button. 

"OK then, but no touching, OK?" she said.

"Of course not!" I lied and proceeded to undo the button as well as the next. Again she objected. 

"Relax!" I told her. "I just want to have a good look at your bra. Think of it as a bikini top. It's not about your boobs."

At that she remained silent, but allowed me to undo the next two buttons as well. "Remember, just a quick peek, OK?" she said as I started to open her blouse.

"Of course! Don't worry!" I said as I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and opened it up to expose that half cup bra that strained to keep its content inside. I took in the awesome site, then cupped her breasts with my hands over her bra, pushing them together, marvelling at the perfect cleavage.

She put her hands over mine and sternly said "I said no touching!" but she made no attempt to remove my hands from her breasts. I took this as a signal to make the next move. I removed my hands from her breasts and put them around her under her blouse with my hands on the bare flesh of her back. 

"Since when have you become such a prude?" I teased, giving her a big bear hug. 

"I'm not a prude!" she said. I pushed her away slightly and took her head between my hands, pulled her closer and gave her a light peck on the lips. She did not respond. I kissed her again, longer this time, letting my lips linger on hers. She gently pushed me away. "Please don't do this." she said, making no attempt to cover up her wide open blouse. I pulled her close again and started kissing her neck. She did not push me away, but kept whispering "Please, don't. Don't do this to me..." I started nibbling on her earlobe and could hear her breathing pick up, even though she did not respond at all. Again I took her head between my hands and kissed her passionate on the lips. 

Still no response. I tried to slip my tongue between her lips, but she would not let me. "Please do not kiss me like that" she whispered. I pulled her closer again and proceeded to kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobe. Her breathing was undoubtedly becoming heavier, though it was obvious that she was fighting her emotions, clenching her fists by her side. I moved her blouse away slightly and kissed her shoulder, moving from there back to her neck and throat. Then I moved my head down to between her breasts and planted a few kisses on the tops of her breasts that were exposed. Again she pleaded with me to stop, making no attempt to move away or cover up. I then moved my hand up to her left breast and, hooking my finger into the half cup of her bra, I pulled it down, causing her incredibly firm and succulent breast to escape from its confinement. Her nipple was hard and as light pink as only a true redhead's nipple can be. I quickly took it into my mouth and started sucking on it. I heard her sharp intake of breath and then for the first time she responded. She took my head in her hands and pulled me into her breast, whispering "Oh my God, this is so wrong! This is not happening..."

I let go of her breast, took her in my arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth, trying again to pry her lips open with my tongue. This, however, was not necessary, because, as my tongue touched her lips, she opened her mouth and darted her tongue into my mouth. I lifted her from the ground and made her sit on the desk, making sure that I got my knees between hers in the process. I slipped her blouse over her shoulders and let it fall to the desk. As we kissed, she put her arms around me and pulled me into her body. Again I took her still exposed nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. I moved my hand to the clasp of her bra between her breasts and opened it. Her breasts sprang free and I pushed the bra over her shoulders until it joined the blouse on the desk. 

Again she pulled me into her breasts and kissed me passionately. I put my hands on her thighs and moved them around under her skirt to her buttocks. I was surprised to feel only naked skin under my hands. Could it be that Carol wasn't wearing any panties??? I moved my hand around to the crack of her butt and that was when I felt it.... She was wearing a thong! I still do not know whether I was relieved or disappointed.

Then I felt her hands pull my shirt out of my trousers. She slid her hands under my shirt and stroked my back, while kissing my neck. I started sucking on her nipples again while caressing her naked butt. 

Then the straining of my hard cock against my trousers became unbearable. I don't know if she noticed when I lowered my one hand to undo my zipper and freed my hard cock. If she did, she wasn't showing it. I parted her legs with my knees and knelt in front of her, moving her skirt up to her waist. There before my eyes was her plump pussy covered only by the miniscule see-through triangle of her thong! I could clearly see her swollen pussy lips through it. It was sopping wet! I started eating her pussy through the fabric of the thong while she put her hands in my hair, pulling my head to her cunt. Her musky scent was intoxicating beyond belief! Her hips started squirming against my face. I then pulled the thong aside, exposing her neatly trimmed red bush (I was right, she was indeed a true redhead!) and fat, glistening pussy lips. I started eating her pussy with vigour. Her juices tasted like nectar. When I felt her thighs trembling as the result of an approaching orgasm, I pulled away from her pussy. I got up, put my arms around her and kissed her deeply. I could tell that tasting her own juices on my mouth drove her wild! Again I moved her legs apart with my knees and let my protruding dick home in on her pussy. I humped her pussy with my hard dick and the head slid into her slick slit with ease, slightly entering her. At this she jumped and pushed me away. I could tell that she was caught by surprise. She thought that my dick was still safely zipped up in my pants! "Please! Please don't do that to me! I beg you! I could never do that to my husband..." she said. 

"And just what do you suggest I do with this, then?" I asked her, pointing to my hard-on.

"There are other ways," she said and took my hard dick in her hand and started wanking me. I put my hand up her skirt and started fingering her sopping wet cunt. I then pulled her down along with myself onto the carpet, until we lay side by side, facing each other, but with my hard dick only inches from her face and her pussy covered by her skirt close to my face. She continued to wank me, while I kissed the inside of her thigh, working my way up to her pussy again. When I got the skirt out of the way, the thong was still pulled to the one side. I immediately started eating her pussy again and at that felt a warm wetness engulf the head of my dick! Christ! She was blowing me out of her own free will! I moved my head away from her pussy and pulled her thong down. She assisted me by raising her hips. Then I removed her skirt and again she assisted me. Now I had her buck naked sucking my dick, while I ate her pussy! This was too much! I knew I was going to come any minute, so I pulled my dick from her mouth. I turned around so that we lay face to face, and while kissing her passionately, I removed my trousers and boxers. She put her arms around me and I slid my thigh between hers, feeling her mashing her wet pussy against my thigh as we kissed. I slowly pushed her over onto her back and got on top of her between her thighs. 

I kissed her again and started humping her wet pussy with my hard cock, while holding her head between my hands. When the tip of my dick found her slick slit, she stiffened and said "Please don't, I'm not going to be able to stop you..." In reply, I pushed forward with my hips and felt the head of my dick slide along her slick slit until it found the entrance to her vagina. "Please..." she said."Don't... I can't... We mustn't…" But we both knew there was no turning back now! I pushed forward and felt my dick disappear into the warm, slick, velvety folds of her cunt. I pushed until I felt my balls press against her ass and then just lay there, holding her. I kissed her and started stroking slowly in and out of her cunt. She groaned and started meeting my thrusts while darting her tongue in and out of my mouth. I could feel her hands on my butt, pulling me deeper and deeper into her. I rode her until I felt her hips quivering. Then she let out a scream as she started shuddering in the throes of a mighty orgasm. I held her, leaving my dick inside of her until she subsided. 

"God, what have I done?" she said. "This should never have happened..." But I was far from finished. I started pushing in and out of her cunt again and when she started co-operating, I pulled out of her, turned her on her hands and knees and entered her from behind. I leaned forward and holding her firm tits in my hands, fucked her hard from behind. She obviously decided that it was no use crying over spilt milk, because she vigorously met my every thrust! I fucked her till I could feel by balls just about exploding and then withdrew from her sopping pussy. I pulled her up and made her lean forward over the desk. I slipped my dick all the way into her pussy from behind and started fucking her furiously, while tugging on her nipples. When I felt my orgasm approaching again, I pulled my dick out of her pussy again. I turned her around and made her sit on the desk with her legs wide open. I bent down and started eating her pussy again. This gave me time to recover and got her nearer to her second orgasm. 

I got up, moved in between her thighs while she sat on the desk and pushed forward without even touching my dick. Her pussy was so slick that my dick effortlessly found its way into her cunt again. I buried it to the hilt into her cunt and started fucking her in earnest. I rode her until I could feel the familiar quivering of her thighs as her second orgasm approached. By now I could no longer stand it and knew that I was beyond the point of no return. I grabbed her ass and pistoned in and out of her pussy until finally we both exploded into a mutual orgasm. I shot stream after stream of hot cum up her pussy and kept fucking while the cum dripped out of her pussy. Then I collapsed on top of her, totally exhausted. I held her until we both caught our breaths.

"Amazing..." she said. "I have just cheated on my husband for the first time in my life, yet I do not feel guilty. It does not feel dirty and I certainly do not feel like a slut. I suppose the only unanswered question is where do we go from here...?"

That, my girl, remains to be seen.



My Colleague



I gave her something more. Without her noticing what I was doing I started speeding up my taking of her. I started coming in harder and faster, and Leanne was breathing heavily, gasping really, as her body adapted and matched my pace. 

It wasn't long before she was giving out little squeals as the tensions inside her started to build rapidly, piggy-backing onto her earlier climax and rising apace. Inexperienced, Leanne didn't know how to pace herself, and was throwing herself hard up against my cock, wanting to feel that shattering internal explosion again.

I was quite happy to help her out, even to tease one out of her before I was ready to come. My hand slipped between our bodies and a finger sought and found her clitoris. A single flick and Leanne was gone again.

This time when she came down she found that I was still moving easily inside her, happy for her, but now ready to take my own pleasure. She gave a little gasp and then she was moving in time with me. She was now very highly stimulated, and it wasn't going to take much for her to climax yet again. This time, however, I wanted to join in the fun.

I started hammering harder and faster than ever before, really pounding her pussy. Leanne was responding with enthusiasm, bucking up hard against me, more than willing to see what else was on the way.

Then I was gasping and starting those short hard strokes that presaged my climax and at the first explosion of my seed into her Leanne screamed and bucked hard beneath me, locking onto my cock and milking me dry.

The aftermath took a bit longer this time. Leanne was spent, and I felt as though I'd just run a hard race. We lay next to each other on the rug, just enjoying the heat from the fire and our general peacefulness. My hand rested on Leanne's breast, gently playing with it.

It was too damn bad that I had to go to work. I finally levered myself up and onto my feet, drawing Leanne up after me. I steered her down the hall to the bathroom and in to the shower. After the shower I patted her dry, finding that Leanne demanded the right to do the same. It seemed to me she took far too long patting some parts of me dry, giggling all the while.

Then it was back to the lounge room to dress. Heading for the car I asked her where she wanted to be dropped off.

"I might as well come into the office with you," she said, smiling demurely. "I received my letter of acceptance yesterday and I have an appointment with Human Resources this afternoon."

That didn't leave me much to say. I opened the door and she got in, and the way she managed to keep her face straight was a warning never to play poker with her.



My Colleague's Cock



Let me tell you about the day that changed my life forever. I have always felt pretty lucky to be married to my wife Claire. No one was more shocked than I when she first agreed to even go out with me, and then, a few months later, accepted my wedding proposal. She's such a great girl, and I was honored that she chose me to spend her life with.

She's about 5'7", and her consistent workout schedule keeps her well toned all over. She has smallish breasts and a small round bottom that looks perfect on her lithe body. She has the most piercing brown eyes and medium length brown hair. She might not be considered a knockout by most people, but she's absolutely beautiful to me.

Neither of us was very experienced sexually when we got married, but together, I thought that we had developed a pretty satisfying sex life. At least, I used to think that, until the day that changed my life.

Claire and I were planning on moving, and she had taken the week off to start packing. She was a little miffed at me for working through the week, so I decided to surprise her one day by coming home early to help out. Little did I know that someone had beat me to the punch. Opening the front door, I immediately sensed that something was amiss. Pillows from the couch were all over the floor, as were a pair of man's shoes and pants that weren't mine. Having been lulled into a sense of security by Claire's loving attention to me, my first thoughts turned to crime. Had someone come in and attacked Claire? It was then that my ears picked up the sound of moans coming from our bedroom. Not painful ones either, but moans of pleasure.

Every insecurity I'd felt since high school, only briefly interrupted by my fairy tale life with Claire, came to the fore. I slowly walked toward our bedroom, but found the door closed. Still, the moans were more than enough to tell the tale. Although I'd never heard Claire sound like that when we were together, there was no denying that those sounds of pleasure emanated from her throat. I was crushed. My worst fears had come true. Claire wasn't satisfied by me and had gone elsewhere to find what she needed. I could have barged in on them, called her terrible names, but what would that have accomplished? Besides, did I really want to see Claire in the arms of another man? Not a chance. A started to slink away, when I heard Claire scream out, "Oh God, Austin. Give it to me. FUCK MEEEEEE."

I froze. No. Way. It couldn't be. One of my friends at work was a guy named Austin, who seemed to be quite the cocksman. Women loved this guy. But no way would he have? Would Claire have? I had to know. I crept around the corner to our bathroom, which also opened into the bedroom. Luckily the bathroom door to the bedroom was cracked open. Peering through the crack, my fears were realized. There was Austin, raised on his arms above Claire, thrusting into her as she kicked her legs in the air. Her hands grasped the headboard as she stared into his eyes and repeatedly exhorted Austin to fuck her - language that she had never used with me. Sweaty, they had obviously been at this for a while.

I was devastated, but I simply could not pull my eyes away. Needless to say, I had never seen Claire from this perspective before - and had certainly never seen Austin this way. They seemed primal, almost in some sort of animalistic mating ritual. I can't deny that part of the reason that I viewed it this way was because Austin is black. The juxtaposition of his dark body hovering over her light one (neither Claire or I tan very well) was fascinating, even through the pain I felt. Her white hands, letting go of the headboard, squeezing - and sometimes even slapping! - his black ass. Her white feet next to his black face when she would put her legs on his shoulders. It was truly an incredible sight.

But what I saw wasn't even the half of it. It was the things that I heard. Claire - unprompted - told him how much she loved getting fucked by him. How much larger he was than her husband - how he had never reached that deep inside of her. Ouch. "Yeah?" he asked. "You like this black cock? You like how big it is?"

"Oh God, yes," she said. "Don't ever stop fucking me. This has been the best week of my LIFE." Week? They'd been doing this all week? "It was hard enough when I only saw you once or twice a month," she continued, "But after this week, I'm spoiled." How long had this been going on, I wondered, completely defeated. What was I going to do? Was she planning on leaving me?

"Yeah, it's been great - incredible, really - but Phil would just die if he found out," Austin replied. "This is fun, but we should probably cool it." Sensing Claire's displeasure at this remark, Austin quickly flipped her over, apparently switching positions to give her something else to think about. Why had I never acted so forcefully with her? Whenever I wanted to do something different, I always asked. Austin just did it. He entered her from behind, but before he did, I could see just what Claire had been talking about. Compared to my penis - which I had always thought was about average in size, Austin's was huge. It had to be about nine inches long - 3 or 4 inches longer than mine, and looked to be much thicker. How could Claire, used to a penis my size, take such a large cock? I guess a few months of practice must have helped.

Claire groaned and mumbled incoherently as Austin pounded her from behind. Just as she had with him, he began spanking her. "Oh yeah, spank me," she said. "Make me your whore." Was this my wife? 'Make me your whore?' He obliged, freely spanking her, pulling her hair, and continuing to drive himself into her. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. I'm cumming, Austin. I'm cumming again. Again. Again."

"Again?" he asked, chuckling. "You're such a slutty, greedy whore," he admonished her. "Do you know that? Cumming all over my big dick again. What is this 5, 6 times? Don't you know that there are starving women in Africa who never come?" Claire laughed at his joke, responding, "Don't you know that there were women in this apartment who never came until you came along?" Damn. Although I never asked, I always assumed that Claire was having orgasms when we had sex. In fact, I had thought that we always came together, because, well, forget it. Nothing that I thought that I knew was real anymore, so why should this be any different?

Austin announced that he was going to cum, and asked where she wanted it "this time."

"Well," she said, "I've already swallowed two of your loads, so why don't you just cum inside me?" Do I need to mention that whenever Claire gave me the occasional perfunctory blow job, I never got to cum in her mouth? And must I also admit to the humiliating fact that while Austin got to ride bareback, Claire made me use a condom, saying that even though she was on the pill, it was just too messy when I didn't use one.

Exhorting Austin to, "come on, fill me up, stud," Claire looked over her shoulder to watch his face as he emptied himself inside of her. She must have caught sight of me at the door because she flinched, and the color drained from her face, even as Austin moaned his pleasure and pulled out of her, spent. "Um, Austin, I think you should get going," she said, after allowing him enough time to come down from the experience.

"Hmm?" he asked wearily. Apparently, even adultering, studly, nine inch penised men get a little sleepy after sex. "I, uh, just remembered that Phil might be home a little early today, and, um, I don't want him to have to see any of this," she said, occasionally glancing over toward the doorway, which I had backed away from. "OK," he said, obligingly. "Let me just wash up real quick." Shit. I was about to run out of the bathroom when Claire quickly said, "Oh, I've got all kinds of stuff in the sink and the bathtub, actually. The move, y'know."

"That's cool," he said. "I'll just shower at the gym."

"Thanks," she said. "Now get out of here." She playfully pushed him toward the edge of the bed. "OK, OK," he said, grinning. "But I'll see you tomorrow."

"Um, right," she said nervously, looking toward the bathroom plaintively. As Austin gathered his clothes and redressed out in the living room (where he'd left his pants and shoes), I let myself into the bedroom, and sat down on my our bed. "Our" bed. Yeah. The sheets were soaked with any number of bodily fluids, and the air was thick and pungent with the feel and odor of their session.

I heard the front door close, and tried to figure out what I was going to say to Claire. And then it hit me - why should I be worried about what to say? It was she who needed to explain things to me! Just as I was shoring up my determination, in walked Claire. Unencumbered by Austin's body, I could now take in the full sight of a woman who'd been put through her paces. Her hair was both plastered against her face, and all askew. Her lips - both sets - were puffy from use. Her skin was slick with sweat and blushing all over. Patches of Austin's sperm had dried on her neck, her breasts, in her pubic hair, and along the insides of her thighs. Marks from his hands decorated her ass cheeks.

Claire slowly walked over to me. I thought she would say something, but instead, she reached for my belt buckle. Speechless, I simply looked down and realized that I had an erection. How could I not have noticed this before? Though devastated, watching Austin and Claire had turned my cock to steel. Claire put her had around my penis and took its head into her mouth. Before I knew it, I was cumming, filling her mouth just as Austin had done twice before me that day. Keeping her hand on my cock, Claire pushed me back on the bed, and, demonstrating a heretofore unseen dexterity, flipped her body around until her well fucked pussy rested against my face. I began to protest, but Claire's continued attention to my penis shut me up. She ground her pussy into my face, and, eventually, I gave in, and started licking her where Austin had left his final load of the day. I didn't have to do much as she rubbed herself all over me. In no time at all, I had swallowed much of their combined juices, and Claire made me cum again, thrusting a finger in my ass as I erupted. It was a new sensation, and, honestly, it felt incredible. We lay still for a while.

Eventually, Claire broke the stillness and the silence by shifting so that we faced one another and saying, "I can't stop, Phil. I love you, but I won't stop fucking him."

What could I say? Claire was my world. Hard as it was for me to admit it, I would rather share her than lose her, and smart girl that she was, she knew it. We both agreed that it was best not to tell Austin that I knew about them, and Claire promised to bring some of what he brought to her life into our relationship. She even said that I could stop wearing condoms. It was difficult to accept the new arrangement, but I did get to keep my Claire.

Everyone always thinks that we're such the perfect little couple, and maybe we are. But I wonder just how many other "perfect couples" have secrets like ours - a wife who gets fucked on a regular basis by one of her husband's co-workers, and a husband who knows it, accepts it, and even benefits from it...