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The Intern

By: markindy



This story is primarily about man-to-man sex, but it does feature an MMF episode. Just a "heads-up" for those who prefer gay-only stories. 

The Intern

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My sex life was ok, but stagnant. Over a year after my divorce, I still hadn't found another woman I felt I could have a long-term relationship with. I loved my ex-wife very much, and still do, but I wasn't ambitious enough to give her the material things she craved. She wasn't so shallow when we first met...at least we didn't have kids before she ran off with the neurologist of her dreams. I make a good living, but it just couldn't provide the five-bedroom house or the A-list parties that she desired more than me. I hope the good doctor is at least getting a solid fuck for all the bullshit he's having to put-up with. 

At the age of 38, I still get the attention from the ladies, and I work hard to maintain a good physique...for my own satisfaction more than trying to attract a mate. I've had a few dates, but the women seem to be more interested in my loft apartment...perhaps I'm just a little jaded. Regardless, I was getting horny as hell and my right hand was becoming a less interesting partner every week. There were a few ladies in the office that caught my eye, but inter-office relationships always struck me as a bad idea. Besides, my intern was a source of competition that I just didn't need. 

Collin was a terrific worker, and took over the more mundane tasks my assistant did before taking maternity leave. He was fresh out of college, doing an internship while finishing his master's degree. We probably would not have gotten along if it weren't for his outstanding work ethic. Collin definitely had ambitions, and wasn't above kissing-ass, or fucking the right people, if he thought it got him somewhere. Office gossip had him sampling every attractive woman with "manager" somewhere in her title. I'll admit, I didn't mind looking at him...standing six-foot-two, around 175 pounds, lean and toned with wavy brown hair and intensely green eyes, he was definitely a specimen worthy of the stares he got from ladies. I had my "experimental phase" in college, and won't deny my bisexual curiosity if someone asks...but I see myself as ninety-eight percent straight. Even so, I caught myself from time-to-time taking a longer look over his frame than I probably should have...a nice of piece of eye-candy, but really nothing more than that. Besides, he only had a week left with our company, and I'd finally have to get around to hiring a temp until my assistant came back. 

"Mr. Harris, you're calendar for next month is updated, and Penny is arranging your flight to Tokyo in March." Collin said in his best business voice as he walked into my office and placed some files on my desk. 

"Thanks, Collin. You've been a lifesaver around here since Gwen left on maternity leave. I'm sorry that you're leaving us, but I know you'll do outstanding work at your next internship." I replied, looking at his youthful frame, covered in well-tailored clothing that highlighted his admirable physique. "I'm sure the female staff will be devastated when you're gone." I added with a hearty laugh. 

"Yeah, well...I'm used to the stares...it can be flattering, or annoying...depends on who's looking." Collin said, mildly blushing, even though it didn't fit with his overly-confident character. "You should come out with us tonight...kind of a going-away party."

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass. From what I've heard, it's going to be you and twenty of your closest female admirers in attendance. Have a good time. I can't say I'm not envious."

"Come on, Mr. Harris...I need a few other guys around to keep things sane. Besides, you could get lucky...more than a few have their eyes on you too."

"Always been my policy to avoid pussy from the office...causes too much trouble if things go badly. Consider that my offering of sage advice for your professional career." I said, slapping his shoulder as I walked around the desk. 

"Oh, I hear you...it's been a blessing in some ways that I'm not a real employee...keeps things from getting messy. I'm still very much a guy who likes to sample things here and there."

"Now you're just rubbing my face in it." I said, with mock irritation, putting a book on the shelf and returning to my desk. 

Collin chuckled at my response as he placed some files in the cabinet and closed the office door. "You'd probably like that, wouldn't you Mr. Harris."

"Huh? Why would I like being reminded of your conquests all the time?"

"Not quite what I meant." Collin said, leaning against the file cabinet and slowly running his thumb across the lower part of his crotch. "I get a sense that you like a bit of variety every now-and-then yourself."

"Hey man...I don't know where this is coming from...dudes aren't my thing. Hell, you've arranged most of my dinner dates the last few months...you should know where my interests are." I replied, even as my cock started to stir within my pants. 

"Like I said...I'm used to the stares. Only you and one other guy around here give me more than a passing glance...and he's an old, fat slob." Collin said calmly as one hand slid into his pants-pocket, and rearranged things behind the trim-fit fabric. "Can't say that I'm interested in guys much at all...but I don't mind indulging a select few, as long as they don't expect much from me."

I swallowed hard, and my pulse began to race, as the impact of what he was saying registered in my brain. "I...uh...I think...you're making a mistake." I stammered, even as my cock continued to swell. 

"Hmm...maybe...but I'm usually pretty good at sorting the casual glance from the full body scan." Collin said, as a visible bulge formed below the hand in his pocket and snaked toward the leg of his trousers. "If you want to know what the ladies are all excited about...then consider yourself as one of the very few guys I've let-in on the secret. I'm out of here at the end of the week...and I know you're not a pansy...otherwise, there's no way in hell I'd give you the opportunity. Your call...I could give a shit less either way." He finished, sounding arrogant as hell, and now standing next to me behind the desk.

I tried to fight it, but I couldn't keep from staring at his crotch as he stood watching me while loosening his tie. Collin's cock had slid even further down his left pant leg, tenting the fabric away from his thigh, making it obvious he had to be a boxer man. My own prick was now painfully confined behind my preference for supportive briefs. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears as a slumbering curiosity awoke from years of hibernation. This was a mistake and I knew it, but my mind was also filled with thoughts of how much I admired his looks...how much I wanted to see all of his physical perfection. 

"If you want it, you'll have to make the move. I can get laid every day...I don't have to beg dudes to blow me. I know my limits...as long as you know yours...then its all good." Collin said, almost taunting me as he placed his hands on his hips.

I still hesitated; saying nothing as I mindlessly reached for my crotch and shifted my aching cock into a better position. It was clear that Collin was nicely endowed, though difficult to judge just how well from behind the material. 

"I'll be damned...guess I finally got one wrong." Collin said as he started to back away. "Sorry to embarrass you...at least you won't have to put-up with me anymore."

I should have let the narcissistic prick leave, but I found myself reaching out to grip the inside of his thigh instead. Even through the fabric, I could sense the strength in his legs and feel the tone of his muscles. My hand moved up to his crotch, squeezing the outline of his cock and producing a small spot of precum at the front of his pants. 

"Mmmm...okay...guess I'm still batting a thousand." Collin said with a satisfied smirk and pulled-off his belt. "Come to think of it, maybe I should rub your face in it." He said gruffly, stretching the leather belt at the back of my head and pulling my face into his lap. "Oh shit, yeah! You wanted this more than you thought, didn't you?" I could only grunt as he ground his crotch against my face. "Only sampled the skill of two other guys...but they always gave the best blow-jobs. I'm sure you won't be any different."

I still hadn't said a word as I eased back and brought my hands up to open his trousers. My hands shook from raw nerves, fumbling with the button and lowering the zipper. Collins pants dropped around his ankles, revealing a neatly pressed pair of oxford-cloth boxers and the head of his cock peeking out from the leg opening. The uncut tip glistened and a string of precum started to trail toward the floor. I extended my tongue, lapping at the sticky fluid and teasing the tip of his prick. 

Collin kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. "Take them off, cock-sucker. Take a good look at what you've been imagining all this time."

I mindlessly did as instructed, grabbed the material at the bottom of each leg, and tugged his underwear to the floor. Collin's cock sprung upward once released from the cloth prison, revealing a perfect accompaniment to the owner's handsome frame. I've seen bigger pricks in porno films, but at a thick eight inches with a low-hanging shaved sack holding plum-sized balls...the whole package was beautifully proportioned to rest of him. I was starting to dislike his cocky attitude, but I couldn't help but think the end result was better than I'd imagined. 

Collin slapped my face with his engorged rod, flinging precum across my nose and cheeks. "For a guy, you're not bad looking...you'll look even better with my cock down your throat. Go ahead, cocksucker...taste my meat."

I was still mute as Collin gripped the top of my head, pulled it back and pressed his prick to my lips. My mind was now in a fog, and all I could think of was sucking on this fine specimen of man-meat. I opened my mouth wide, producing as much spit as I could manage while inching further and further down Collin's twitching pole. Damn...after almost fifteen years of swearing-off cock, it was intoxicating to feel the silky skin across my tongue and the heat radiating through my cheeks. It took a few attempts filled with coughing and gagging before getting comfortable with something I had done only a few times in my life....and only then with patient, understanding buds. 

"Shit...that's it, man...take it all in! You're a fucking natural at this!" Collin jeered, gripping the sides of my head and skull-fucking me. 

As soon as my gag-reflex had calmed down, Collin began fucking my face with an insistent rhythm, his prick pushing past my tonsils and further down my throat with every stroke. His hairless nuts bounced against my chin, soaking my face as spit trailed down his balls. My own cock was now painfully hard. I awkwardly opened my pants and began fisting my aching rod as Collin continued assaulting my mouth. 

"Nice cock...you shouldn't be so picky about finding some pussy to put it in." Collin grunted as watched me stroke from above. "Do a good job, and I'll set you up with a hot chick that would love your thick cock."

The last thing I needed from this twenty-four year old prick was an arranged fuck. I had plenty of opportunities on my own, thank you very much. But I could hardly voice my protest with his thick salami stretching my jaw to its limits. I'm not a big fan of being used like this. I much prefer sex as a cooperative venture, but I couldn't deny enjoying the feel of cock again, or the raw strength of man-to-man play. 

"Ahhh fuck, man...you really know how to work a cock." Collin groaned, pulling out of my mouth and slapping my face with his prick. "Suck on my nuts...oh shit, yeah."

I buried my nose into his loose sack, lapping at his balls and gently sucking one tender orb and then the other into my mouth. Collin's hot shaft pressed against my eyelid as I worked for a better angle. I reached with one hand to grip the left cheek of his lightly hairy and taught ass to steady my position.

"Uh-uh, man...keep your hands to yourself." Collin said while smacking my hand off his ass. "I'll feed a cocksucker all the meat he wants, but the rest of me is off-limits. Just think of this as a glory-hole without the wall."

Now I was really starting to feel used, but the concern wasn't deep enough to keep me from greedily feasting on what he offered. Alternating between his balls and cock, another few moments passed until I noticed his sack start to tighten. I was now fisting my own cock furiously as Collin pushed into my face...pressing my nose into his tight curls. His breathing became ragged, and the muscles in his thighs tensed. I knew what could only be moments from happening, and tried to pull back from Collin's twitching spit-soaked crotch. 

"Oh yeah...oh fuck, yeah!" Collin chided, holding my head firmly in place. "Uuuugggh...uuuuggghhhh...oohhhh ffffuuuuccckkkk!" he grunted, thrusting his hips with each word...his cock shooting hot cum straight down my throat. The salty load just kept coming as I struggled to swallow...some flowing past my lips and falling down onto my own swelling prick. I couldn't take any more, and managed to pull away as one last rope flew from Collin's cock and splashed across my face. Cum was still spilling from my mouth as my own climax hit seconds later. 

'Mmmphhh..fffuuuuckkk...ssshhiiiitttt!" I hissed through clenched teeth, jerking my cock and unloading four heavy ropes of seed into the boxers that lay crumpled around Collin's feet. I was still kneeling on the floor, catching my breath as Collin calmly kicked-off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.

"Well, I'm sure as hell not wearing these on the train back home." Collin said, reaching for the sticky boxers and using them to clean his dripping cock. "Here...keep them as a souvenir. I don't want them back." He said, draping the soiled underwear over my head before getting dressed. "Thanks. You're pretty fucking good at that. Too bad you didn't have a nice set of tits and a hot pussy to complete the package." 

The fog of lust slowly lifted from my brain as I wiped my face with the boxers and watched Collin gather his things and walk out the door. The more I thought about it, the more I hated that smug little prick. I let it happen. I really had no one to blame but myself. My mind struggled to devise some senseless act of revenge, but it wasn't part of my nature. Besides, the asshole was leaving...in time, the whole thing would just be a regrettable event recalled through hazy memories. 

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Four months later;

It seemed like it took forever for Gwen returned from maternity leave, but at least things were now back to normal. My life at work had become orderly and routine once more, and it was a welcome relief from a personal life still filled with unexciting dates and an uneven social life. That is, until I got an email from a woman that I had dated several months ago. We had a good time, even had a few nights of fairly intense sex...but it was clear to both of us that our personalities just weren't right for a long-term thing. It was truly surprising to hear from her again.

"Hank, I have a "situation" that has very little to do with you, but would like you to consider being a part of the solution. It is personal in nature, and not related to our professional lives. This requires a face-to-face discussion. Please reply if I can count on you to hear me out. With happy memories, Karla."

The whole thing seemed deeply mysterious, but that was part of Karla's appeal. I enjoyed our brief time dating, but she was a bit more controlling than I really cared for. She's a very professional woman, with a high-ranking job in her company, and has worked hard to gain respect in the "boys club" of corporate executives. Sexually, she's an animal in the bedroom...enjoying things on the rougher edge, but not a dominating mistress either. At forty-two, she was just a few years older than me, and looked hot as hell...with a body some thirty-year-olds would die for. I was intrigued by the message, to say the least, and I felt compelled to meet her. If nothing else, maybe a wild roll in the hay would be included. Emails were exchanged, and we agreed to meet at a local pub with booths that were conducive to private discussions. 

I arrived early, sat at the booth she reserved, and drank a beer as I pondered what this could be about. Karla entered the pub exactly on-time, impeccably dressed in professional attire, her shoulder-length blond hair framing her soft face perfectly in the subdued lighting. "Hi Hank, I'm very glad we could meet. Met anyone special since we last talked? I've hoped something would happen for you soon." She said, bending down to kiss my cheek. 

"No, afraid not...I'm still foot-loose and fancy-free. How about yourself? Is work still limiting your free time?

"Oh yes, and probably always will. I still enjoy what I do, and I'm not willing to change things dramatically just yet. I have found an entertaining distraction, which is why I wanted to meet with you." Karla said with a sexy look in her eyes, and in her usual direct way.

"I'm intrigued. How could this possibly involve me?" 

"At the risk of seeming like a "cougar", I've gotten involved with a younger man who seems at ease with my hectic schedule and...well...my appetite for flavors besides vanilla." Karla said with a chuckle while flipping her hair. 

"Good for you." I replied enthusiastically, still wondering where this was leading. "I know we weren't the best fit...at least in regards to our schedules." I said with a wink. "So, how does this involve me?"

"It seems this young man had some misguided notions of how to get ahead, and kept some interesting notes and pictures on his computer. I've eliminated his need to use them...and erased his files...but I'd still like to teach him a little lesson in humility. I came across this, and thought maybe you might be a willing partner."

Karla handed me her cell phone and showed me a hastily taken picture of me sucking another man's cock. My stomach just about dropped to the floor, and the color faded from my face.

"From the look on your face, I take it you remember Collin Parker. Relax, Hank...I can assure you this has been handled, and it will never go further than right here, right now. Frankly, I'm a little sorry I missed this side of you...makes my pussy wet just thinking about it." 

I was stunned. "Fuck...shit...I hadn't done anything like that since college. Why...what...what the hell was he doing?" I said, my words fumbling from my mouth. 

"He had many pictures like this...taken quickly with a cell phone, and mostly without the other person knowing. Most were of women, and only two other guys...but always with notes about who they were, what they did, and possible important connections. It seems Collin was considering blackmail if he couldn't get a job that suited him...a notion his conscience later rejected. Although he made the right decision to abandon blackmail, he still decided to keep the photos. Fortunately for you, it was never an issue. I'm quoting from his notes; "Nice guy...pretty hot, for a dude. He can't really get me far...not sure why I went after him." I think you can see why I'm interested in some attitude adjustment. 

"I suppose. At the moment, a few other types of "adjustments" are entering my mind." I replied with a mix of anger and confusion in my voice. "How did you find out about this...much less steer him toward better decisions?"

"I met him at a party where he was mingling with as many corporate stuffed-shirts as he could manage. Let's face it...he's cute as hell...so I took him home for a quick fuck. He tried to sneak a few pics of me...you can imagine how well that went over."


The Intern



"Uh...yeah...I'm surprised you didn't cut his balls off."

"After I thoroughly explained that I was not one bit embarrassed about suing his ass...or at the very least, black-balling him with everyone I knew...I got Collin to fess-up. Mainly, he just felt overwhelmed with college debt, and his family had contributed all they could. I could tell he just wasn't an extortion kind of guy."

"I agree. Collin might be over-confident and a little cocky...but he was a great worker...no need for him to go that direction at all."

"That was my estimate of him, exactly. To cut the drama short...I paid off his student loans in exchange for his files, a promise of repayment at a very good rate, and set him up with a job that has potential...if he keeps his nose clean."

"Wow...where were you when I left college? This kind of overbearing charity hardly seems your style, Karla...no offense intended."

Karla laughed before responding. "None taken, Hank. Believe me...I'm getting something out of the deal. Collin has become my favorite fuck toy...I'm sure you can appreciate why. He's agreed to hang around and be my perfect accessory at social functions...you know how I like to shock every now and then. Nothing binding...if one or both grows tired of the situation...we end it, and he just has to keep up the loan payments. I certainly wouldn't lecture him on blackmail, and then do the same to him. We're using each other for a specific purpose...and it seems to work for us."

"If I were in his shoes...being your "kept man" wouldn't seem like a bad deal to me either. Forgive me...but I'm still a little lost as to where I fit into this whole thing."

"Let's just say that during some "playtime", I've inquired about the men he pursued...whey he did it...and if it was enjoyable for him." Karla said, running her finger around the rim of the wine glass and staring at me seductively. "Collin has a strong sense of curiosity, but hasn't allowed himself to explore it. I want to push him over the edge a little...and reinforce some humility at the same time."

"And you think I'm the man for that? I'll admit to having some bisexual tendencies, and that I found Collin attractive, but what more do you have in mind?"

Karla sat next to me, licking her lips and speaking in a breathy voice into my ear. "You were a hot fuck, he's a hot fuck, and the three of us together could be white-hot. I want to use you too, Hank. I'm being upfront about it. I want you to fuck me, fuck him, everything in-between, and keep doing it until we get bored with it." She said, pulling my hand under her skirt to feel the wetness between her legs. 

"Does he know about this ménage?" I asked, my dick swelling as Karla stroked my inner thigh.

"No...I want it to be a surprise. I'd like to let him pretend I'm forcing it on him. Of course, no one is really being made to do anything they don't want to...if he says "stop"...then it stops. I'm a good judge of these things, Hank. I don't think he'll put up much resistance. Besides, it seems he found you appealing, but didn't know how to handle it."

It was hard to collect my thoughts as Karla squeezed my crotch and rubbed at my swollen member. "God knows I could use some really good sex...hell, any sex. I'm in...but I won't have any part of forcing Collin into anything he doesn't want. I can play the game...but if the game falls apart, then I'm out."

"I would expect nothing less, Hank. It's all about fun...and a learning opportunity...nothing else. It may be just a one-time thing...but I love the idea of it becoming more...if we all agree." Karla said with her tongue tracing my earlobe and her hand inside my opened fly. 

Karla gasped as I pushed her panties aside, plunged a finger into her soaking pussy, and teased her clit with my thumb. "It's all I can do not to toss you on this table and fuck you now." I grunted as she gripped my cock firmly. 

"Clearly, we should have picked a sleazier place to meet. Just hold that thought lover. Can you be at my place tomorrow night?" Karla asked while pushing my dick back into my pants and sliding away to the other side of the table. 

"You certainly know make it difficult to say "no". I answered, zipping my fly and licking my finger. "Just tell me when to show up."

We sat there for another hour, arranging times, discussing various scenarios. By the time we left the pub, I was horned out of my mind, and could hardly wait for the next night. 

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I arrived at Karla's downtown condo at the appointed time...knowing quite well how she appreciates promptness. The door was unlocked, as promised, and I moved quietly upstairs to her bedroom. I knew things would likely be in progress, but I was still taken aback by the sight in front of me. Collin was naked and spread-eagle on the bed, his wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame with soft ropes. It was clear the restraints were only for play, and not intended to truly confine him. Karla was wearing a lacy black bra, hose, and a garter...but no panties. She was hovering over Collin's body in a sixty-nine position, lifting his balls with one hand and fingering his ass with the other. Collin was lapping at her pussy, unaware of my presence, and moaning into Karla's snatch. 

"Mmmmm, yes...eat my pussy, baby...you do that so well." Karla said, encouraging Collin's efforts as she motioned me into the room. "Damn, I love your cock and this tight, lean ass."

I had to agree with Karla's assessment, as I watched her suck on the meat stick I had feasted on only months before. In spite of Collin's obvious appeal, I found myself drawn more toward Karla's sexy frame. During the brief time we dated, she was always intensely sensual, and her fit, curvy body was as beautiful to behold as ever. Our eyes were locked on each other as I removed my clothing, revealing a pair of boxers that I intended to return to their rightful owner. My cock swelled quickly, and tented the front of the borrowed shorts as I stepped forward to share an impassioned kiss. It was difficult to lean over the bed for access to Karla's pouty lips and probing tongue, so I knelt on the bed between Collin's outstretched legs. 

"What the fuck...what's this shit!" Collin said, sounding startled as he flailed against the bindings. "Harris...Hank Harris!? Baby, I thought we'd agree on the right time...and the right lady. This isn't what we talked about at all!" He said, with Karla's muff still rubbing on his chin. 

"Oh, don't worry sugar...I've got a special girlfriend lined-up for another time." She said, looking back at him over her shoulder while stroking his cock. "You know how I love surprises, and I think you owe my friend Hank an apology." Karla licked a finger, and slid it under Collin's balls and into the crack of his ass..."a very deeply felt apology."

The color nearly vanished from Collin's face as the double-meaning came over him. "Hank...man...I was a dumbass...Karla showed me that. Honestly dude, all that shit is over...nothing will ever come of the things I did...I swear it, man."

"That's what I understand. Karla filled-me-in on your arrangement...I'm guessing she just wants to drive home the depth of your transgressions." I said before engaging in another kiss, kneading Karla's firm breasts. "I'm just here to return your shorts."

Karla pushed back from me with a giggle, spun over Collin's body to face him and rubbed his hard prick against the slick folds of her pussy. "Stand over here, Hank and let me take a trip down memory lane." She said, pointing me toward the head of the bed. 

I stood on the mattress, my ankles pressed to Collin's shoulders as Karla pulled down my underwear, letting them fall on Collin's face. "I hear these boxers have a little history...I'd like to add to the story." She said, leaning forward to kiss my hard cock. 

I stepped-out of the crumpled fabric, tossing them to the side...Collin staring wide-eyed as Karla took my cock into her mouth.

"Mmmm...the two best looking cocks I've ever had, here at the same time." Karla cooed, before squatting onto Collin's rigid pole. "Before I give you what you want...you have to be willing to indulge the things I want." She said, looking down at him with a smile, before returning to my own aching prick.

Karla is a masterful cocksucker, and soon had her nose buried in my wiry curls. Spit trailed down my balls, falling onto Collin's face as she bucked her hips over his fuck stick. The three of us let out a symphony of moans, filling the room with the sounds of sex. 

"Mmmm...that's a tasty dick. Come down here Hank, get a taste, and help this young buck hit my love button." Karla said, moving away from me and leaning back with her hands on Collin's shins...his dick still deeply implanted inside her. 

Having taken the opportunity moments ago to remove the lacy bra, I trailed my tongue over her breasts...teasing each nipple, and slowly moved down her body. I had to lean down and forward to reach her stiff little clit, my dick poking the side of Collin's nose. He moved his head to the side, as though offended by the intrusion. Karla squealed as I flicked across the sensitive bud and occasionally lapped at Collin's prick. 

"Oh fuck...that is so fucking hot. Suck him, baby...clean that boys cock for me, Hank." Karla said, lifting herself from Collin's lap and leaving his prick to smack me in the face. "I wish I knew this side of you before, Hank...this gets me so wet...so hot."

Collin's prick was like a steel rod, and glistened from Karla's nectar. I gripped the base firmly and immediately began inching my way down the entire eight inch length. I could feel his breath on my balls as Collin gasped for air, the twisting movement of his hips constrained by the ropes on his wrists and ankles. His cock twitched as I took the last inch down my throat and my nose brushed his balls. Once again, I realized how much I missed devouring a hot piece of meat from time-to-time...having Karla as an enthusiastic cheerleader only enhanced the erotic meal. 

"Tastes good, doesn't he Hank?

I groaned the affirmative...my mouth thoroughly stuffed with throbbing cock.

"This looks tasty too." Karla said before kneeling behind me and lapping at my ass. 

Her tongue felt incredible as it gently stroked my twitching brown-eye and the back of my sack. Collin still seemed to be doing his best to avoid the view above, and the dick oozing precum over his cheeks. 

"I'm going to release your hands now, sweety. Do as I say and I'll consider the legs next." Karla chided, in a forceful tone. "Spread those buns for me baby. I need some help getting to Hank's pretty ass."

I half expected Collin to push me away and free himself completely, but he did as instructed...firmly gripping my buttocks and spreading them wide for our sexy host. Karla feasted on my ass like it was her last meal. I didn't recall her being so enthusiastic about ass-play in the past, but I wasn't about to object. 

"Finger his ass for me baby." Karla instructed, taking one of Collin's fingers into her mouth and soaking it in spit. "That's it...I want to watch you play with that hot, hairy, man-ass." She said, fingering her own pussy as she knelt beside us. "Same for you, Hank...Collin just loves to have his butt played with."

Collin tried to protest, but his words were muffled as Karla stuffed two of her pussy-soaked fingers into his mouth. I never backed-off his cock, and slicked my middle finger with the spit running down his loose sack. Collin's tight bud twitched as I probed the entrance...his hips bucking, and forcing his cock further down my throat as my finger slid past the reluctant sphincter. 

"Hank is such a special friend...he's treating you so nice, baby. Time you returned the favor, isn't it sweetheart?" Karla cooed, patting Collin's head and pressing his finger to my tight pucker. 

Return the favor, he did...pushing his finger deep into my ass with an insistent push. It seemed almost an act of revenge. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my mouth still filled with cock. Karla spat on my hole, lubricating Collin's efforts, and making it feel better than expected. I decided to make Collin focus on pleasure, and less on Karla's boundary-pushing taunts. I soon found his prostate, and began gently massaging while deep-throating his impressive prick.. 

"Uuummpphhh...oh...fuck." Collin grunted softly as I sucked on his pole and rubbed the special spot within his bowels...his nose grazing past my balls with his head rocking side-to-side. 

"Mmmm...isn't that nice, baby? Has Hank found the same spot I did last week...the one that make you feel so good?" Karla said knowingly while quietly placing Collin's wrists back into the soft restraints. "Turn back around, Hank...I'm feeling a little left out." She said, smacking me on the ass. 

Karla quietly guided me where she wanted, kissing my lips while having me straddle Collin's chest, my dick just inches from his chin. Running her fingers through the hair on my chest, she slid behind me, sitting on Collin's lap...his cock pressed between her swollen pussy and his rippled abs. 

Karla nibbled the back of my neck and massaged my pecs while looking down into Collin's eyes. "Would you like to fuck me again, baby? I need a hot, hard cock so bad right now." She asked her boy-toy while reaching around to stroke my cock. Collin nervously shook his head "yes". "Hank has a really nice cock. I loved having Hank fuck me with this cock. Do you like his cock? Don't you think it's a nice cock, baby?"

"I...uh...think you're the better expert." Collin stammered as Karla ground herself against his stiff rod. 

"I can teach you about cock, sweety. I think you really want to learn." Karla taunted, nudging my hips forward and brushing my leaking prick over Collin's lips. "It's only fair to sample the things you dish-out to others."

"Hey...anyone I played with new the rules. Tell her, man...tell her I made it clear what we did was a one-way thing." Collin said, absent-mindedly licking my precum from his lips. 

"Well...true...he did say not to expect anything from him." I replied, relishing Karla's skillful strokes and the feel of her breasts against my back. "But I don't remember agreeing to a photo shoot, either."

"Aw...come on...I've dropped all that shit..."

Collin's protests were silenced as Karla released my aching pole, gathered the clear fluid from my piss-slit, and pressed two sticky fingers against his lips. "Shhhh...no more talk, you gorgeous thing. Here's the deal...you're going to face the things you've thought about, but never tried. Every inch you take in that sweet mouth of yours, is an inch back into my hot, wet, pussy. If you can't do it...fine...I'm sure Hank can give me what I need so bad right now." Karla turned my head back to kiss me hard and passionately. "Feed him, Hank. Show our young man what he's missing."

"You heard the lady. Seems like a small price to pay for such a sweet deal and a smoking-hot piece of ass." I said, gripping his head and pressing my cock to his lips. "But I'm more than willing to fuck her, if you won't."

"Please...oh, please baby! Take a taste...I want you in me so bad!" Karla teased, holding Collin's dick and brushing it across her swollen cunt. 

I could see the conflict in Collin's eyes. He seemed torn by trying to protecting his macho persona, but also curious as hell and horned out of his mind. It took perhaps a minute, but Collin soon closed his eyes, slowly opened his mouth, and tentatively allowed the head of my prick between his lips. 

"Aaaahhh...yessss!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "That's it, man...suck it...put your tongue under the head...you know where to go." I instructed, lifting his head for a better angle. 

"Unngg...oooohhhh...you feel so good, baby. More...oh please, take a little more...I want you deep inside me, baby!" Karla cried-out, suspended over Collin's fuck stick. 

I thought this might be a slow process, but it seemed Collin had accepted his fate, and perhaps found the strength to accept what he really wanted. "Fuck it...it isn't going to kill me." I heard him mutter under his breath before hesitantly opening his jaws wide and plunging his face as far down my pole as he could easily handle. My head flew back, and I grunted deeply as Collin tongued my rod and did his amateur best to service my tool. 

"Oooohhhh...ffffuuuuccckkkk! So damn hotttt!" Karla squealed, impaling herself fully onto Collin's prick while he coughed and gagged around my twitching member. 

I could hear Karla moaning behind me, and the sound of Collin drilling her soaking tunnel. I allowed Collin some time to adjust before gently pumping his face a few times, and then slowly pulling out. "Not bad, for a beginner." I said bluntly, bending over to release his wrists from the loose ropes. "Now grab my ass...this is no fucking glory hole." I ordered, twisting his own words from the past to mock him. 

The sense of freedom seemed to liberate Collin and allowed him to embrace the things he denied wanting. Collin did as instructed, gripping my hairy cheeks and kneading my firm moons. He seemed to relax as the minutes passed by, and actually pulled on my ass...forcing my cock fully into his mouth. Correct or not, I took this as a sign the pretense was over, and started fucking his skull in earnest...my own need now as strong as Karla's. Collin offered little resistance. 

"Fffffuuuucccckkk yyyyeeeesssss!" Karla screamed, watching me assault Collin's mouth, while she reached between my legs and fondled my balls. "That's so fucking hot! I'm so proud of you, baby! Let me kiss him, Hank. Let me taste your cock on his lips!"

Reluctantly, I pulled away, suddenly feeling like a third-wheel as I watched Karla attack Collin's face with kisses. I stroked my cock, watching them fuck like animals. Seeing the restraints on Collins ankles as pointless, I moved to the foot of the bed and released the remaining ropes. Karla squealed in delight as Collin realized his full freedom and suddenly flipped the temptress onto her back. He covered her body in kisses, kneading her breasts and sucking her nipples before plunging fully into her once again. 

"Suck him, baby...I want to see you suck cock again so bad!" Karla said, while waving a finger to motion me next to them. 

I knelt on the mattress beside them, and Collin didn't hesitate this time to take me into his mouth. While still a novice, his skills were quickly improving. Karla had already fingered herself into one orgasm this evening, and was enjoying the steady fucking from her new apprentice. 

"God, you're a fantastic fuck! I love that long, thick meat of yours!" Karla moaned as her body writhed under Collin's athletic frame. "Now you have some idea why I love cock so much, don't you sweety?" Karla cooed, her hands slowing the pace of Collin's fucking. 

"Uh...yeah...I guess...not so bad, really." Collin answered between kisses. 

"In my mouth...in my pussy...in my ass...you feel so good all over my body." 

Collin smiled awkwardly. "I'm glad you approve."

"You wanted Hank's cock, didn't you? You wanted to taste another man, but didn't know how to do it. Isn't that right, baby?" Karla said, kneading his ass and running a finger in his crack as they lay tightly together. 

"Well...yeah...I suppose so. Still surprised I did it."

"What I love about cock is the heat, the strength, the power of it as it slides inside me." Karla whispered into his ear before looking at me and silently mouthing the words "fuck him" 

I was a little stunned. I looked her in the eye and shook my head "no".

Karla's mouth formed the same silent words, and her gaze was insistent, as she grabbed Collin's ass and spread his cheeks apart. Damn, I need to fuck so bad...and it seemed I wasn't going to get anywhere near her sweet pussy tonight. This woman knew how to drive a hard bargain. I stared at Collins toned back side, the trace of hair in his crack and tight pucker in the middle. I could have pulled Collin away and fucked the shit out of Karla...but I was so damned horned...the view in front of me so inviting. 




The Intern



"I want you to know that feeling, baby...know what it's like to feel so connected, to feel so overpowered." Karla said, kissing Collin deeply. "Live to the fullest, sweetheart...never do anything half-ass."

Collin just stared at her with a confused look on his face, even as she gently rocked her hips against their union. I couldn't take anymore...damn, I needed to get off. I knelt on the bed beside them once again, running my thumb down the crack of Collin's ass and my fingers cradling his hairless sack. His hole was still slick and wet, allowing my thumb to slide easily inside. 

"Oh fuck!" Collin said sharply as his body tensed, and Karla bit at his lower lip.

"Mmmmm...yyeeessss, baby! Your big cock just swelled inside me. Look at me, sweety...look in my eyes...let us open your mind to a whole new sensation." Karla panted excitedly, embracing Collin tightly and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Collin let out several muffled groans...his mouth and tongue intertwined with Karla's. I slid behind them, moving Collin's legs apart as I bent down to lick the twitching pucker. Collin's body tensed again, but Karla kept his cheeks spread wide to ease my access. He continued to offer what seemed like protests, but the words were still unintelligible grunts through Karla's insistent lip-lock. I sensed the window of opportunity might be short, so I grabbed the tube of lubricant at the foot of the bed, coated my aching rod, and let it rest between Collin's toned moons. 

Karla broke from his mouth, held Collin's face firmly in her hands and stared straight into his eyes. "Look at me baby...just look right at me. Can you feel it...can you feel the heat of Hank's cock as it slides across your ass?" She asked, not expecting an answer, and Collin not offering one. "It might sting at first baby...but it will feel so good. I promise, baby...I promise. God you're so hard right now. I can feel your heart beating so strong!"

Collin's breathing was heavy, and his legs seemed to tremble. He certainly wasn't doing anything to encourage the next step...but he wasn't fighting me off, either. To be honest, ass-fucking other guys has never been high on my list, but Collin was different. His body was damn-near perfect, and I still held a slight grudge that I didn't mind venting with a solid fuck. 

Keeping my prick pressed to his hole, I leaned over his body...my chest against his back and my mouth next to his ear. I kept my gaze on Karla's lust-filled face while speaking to Collin in a husky tone; "Time to pay-up, Collin. I need to get off, and your ass is looking pretty damn good." I said, nudging my leaking cock even tighter against his rosebud. "Karla says you've repented, and I believe her...but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun at your expense." Collin only grunted as Karla stroked the late-evening stubble on his face and kissed him deeply. "I'm not into rape, man...and I won't hurt you...but unless I hear something different, I'm going to take your ass as an apology."

"Let it happen, baby...let your body feel what your mind wouldn't allow before tonight." Karla said, smothering Collin in kisses. "Breathe, baby...just breathe and relax. Oh god, you feel so hot and hard inside me!" 

Collin's body seem to shake underneath me as I pressed further, allowing the head of my dick to pop inside his virgin chute. Collin gasped loudly and stifled a groan while tightly clutching at the bed sheets. I remained motionless for a few minutes, allowing him to adjust to the new intrusion.

"That's good, baby...you're doing so well!" Karla said, encouragingly. "Hank will wait. Remember how you let me get used to your cock when I gave you my ass? Hank will do the same for you, baby. The worst is over...it gets so much better from here."

"Pussy's always better, but your ass feels so damn good." I growled, raising my torso for better position. "Karla's helped you see the light in more ways than one." I said, smacking Collin's right cheek. "Time...to drive...the point...home." I grunted, pushing further into his bowels with every pause between words, until my tight curls were pressed against his ass. 

"Fffuuuccckkk...uuunnnngggg...oh, fffuuuccckkk!" Collin moaned loudly, his knuckles white as his grip on the sheets grew tighter.

"Can you feel it, baby...can you feel the heat and strength inside you. Can you feel how strong Hank is...the power being injected into you?" Karla said panting, sliding out from under Collin as his erection half-abated. 

Karla was now sitting-up and pressing Collin's face into her breasts. I gripped his hips and lifted Collin onto his knees. I reached around to fondle his half-hard cock and sagging balls. 

"How about it, bud...are you ready to get fucked instead of being a fuck?" I taunted, grasping his hair and making his nose brush Karla's hardened left nipple. 

"Oh shit, baby...so hot...so fucking hot seeing Hank pressed against your ass like that." Karla cooed, while dipping a finger into her sopping cunt, and rubbing the nectar over her nipples. "Taste me, baby...taste how hot and wet I am right now. I just love real men who aren't afraid of new things! Answer him, baby...tell Hank what you want."

Collin suckled on the dewy nipples, savoring the taste Karla's juices. His ass-ring was still clenching my dick tightly, but I could feel it start to relax. Collin said nothing for several seconds, but finally stammered a nervous response. "D...dd...do it, man. Ttt...take my ass."

Confident I wasn't doing anything he was firmly against; I slowly withdrew and started a steady rhythm in-and-out of Collins tight hole. It had been a long time since I'd had any ass, and the firm grip around my steel-hard rod felt fantastic. In fact, Karla's ass was probably the last time I had the same sensation. It took some time, but Collin finally began to relax, and actually seemed to be enjoying the experience. Reaching around to his cock seemed to confirm my belief, as he was fully hard again, his dick bouncing with every thrust. Karla was beside herself, franticly fingering her twat and pinching her nipples as she watched my assault on Collin's back-side. 

"I think the lady needs some more of your attention, bud." I said flatly, pulling out of Collin's ass, standing at the end of the bed, and flipping him on his back. "Eat that pussy, man...something that tasty shouldn't go to waste."

Karla crawled on her knees until her snatch was over Collin's waiting tongue. She leaned forward to kiss me, stroking Collin's cock as I placed his legs on my shoulders. I could feel a hand encircle my own engorged member, and expected to see Karla guiding me back to my prize...but it was Collin's hand instead. 

"Fuck me, man. I'm good...I can deal with this...get off on my ass, man. Fuck me like you'd fuck any other cunt." Collin said, more earnestly than I would have imagined. 

Karla practically squealed with delight, and stared in fascination as I plowed back into Collin's ass with one firm stroke. It was strange to look down and see a man's rippled abs...his cock and balls bouncing with every thrust. It was even stranger to feel Collin's strong fingers grip my ass and pull me deeper into him. His willingness to get fucked, and the strong grip around my dick was getting too much...I couldn't hold out much longer. 

"Oh shit, bud...this is it...I'm gonna cum, man!" I exclaimed as my balls tightened. "Aaaarrrggghhhhh....ffffuuuucccckkkk...dddaaaammnnnn!" I yelled as one stream of seed filled Collin's bowels before I could retreat and shoot three more heavy ropes over his dick and abs. 

"Yes...oh, yes...yes...shit, I need fucked!" Karla screamed, watching my load splash over Collins body before spinning around and aligning his prick with her pulsing pussy. 

I watched as Karla impaled herself on Collin's prick...her labia coated with my cum as she slid down his freshly spunk-covered pole. Collin bucked his hips upward, fucking Karla hard...his loose balls bouncing with a blur, but growing tighter with each passing moment. 

"Uh huh...uh huh...oh fuck, baby...yes...yes...yyyeeessss!" Karla cried-out as the orgasm rippled through her body and made her skin turn flush. Collin's balls were covered in her fluids as Karla's tunnel pulsated around his over-stimulated prick. 

"Ssshhhiiiitttt....uuuugggghhhh...ffffuuuccckkkk!!!" Collin groaned loudly, while lifting his hips and holding his dick deep inside Karla's spasmodic folds. His load was heavy, spilling out of Karla, down his cock and over his balls, like a creamy river. 

Karla collapsed on top of Collin, both of them covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I bent down between Collin's legs, lapping the combined fluids off his balls, the exposed portion of his shaft, and around Karla's overstretched pussy. They both moaned in pleasure as I attended to clean-up duties. 

"Mmmm, Hank that feels so good." Karla purred. "Why don't you finish the job for him, baby." She said, moving up Collin's body, allowing his deflating cock to exit with a sticky "plop". Once over his face, she knelt down and let Collin feast on her steaming cream pie. 

I didn't neglect my earlier efforts, and took Collin's softening tool into my mouth...savoring every drop as I milked him dry. Once I had his junk clean, I slipped onto the bed next to them. Karla greeted me with a kiss that tasted of cum and pussy. We fell into a restful sleep, our bodies intertwined on the crumpled sheets. 

About an hour later, I removed myself from the sleepy tangle, took a shower, and got dressed to leave. I gave Karla a good night kiss, which she returned in a half-asleep stupor. I had a fantastic time, and appreciated the opportunity to unload a lot of sex-related stress. I didn't expect a repeat performance, but it was certainly a wild ride worthy of remembering. 

++++++++++++++++++++++

It's been about two months since Karla and I conspired to further Collin's "education", and their relationship doesn't seem to have changed at all. Both "equal opportunity users" and neither seem to care. In her usual overbearing way, Karla set me up with one of her girlfriends as a "thank you gift" that I never asked for. Surprisingly, she's a really nice lady...not at all the type I'd think would be friendly with Karla...and we've had a nice time dating and fucking. 

I had put the events with Karla and Collin at the back of my mind, when the former intern showed-up at my office...bringing the memories back to the forefront. My assistant announced his arrival, and I told her to see him in, though I was surprised by the lack of prior notice. 

"Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Harris. I apologize for not calling first." Collin said, extending his hand to shake mine, as my assistant left the room and closed the door. 

"Not a problem, but it is unusual." I replied calmly, with confusion in my voice. "I think there's enough history between us that you can call me Hank." I said, noticing his attire of jeans, polo shirt, and casual blazer. "Take a seat, and tell me why I merit this visit."

"Honestly, I feel like an ass being here, but Karla insisted that I talk to you." Collin replied, shifting nervously in his chair. "She's been great to me, and the job she placed me in has led to a possible promotion. We both agree that it's time for me to move on, and that I should get references in order. I was wondering if you could see fit to give me a reference letter...in spite of my earlier dumb-headed ideas."

"Wow...that is a bold move, considering my knowledge of your nearly disastrous method of securing references in the past. It's definitely the kind of thing that has Karla's stamp all over it." I said with a relaxed chuckle. "So is the personal relationship between you two dissolving over this?"

"Yeah...and it's time...she can be a real handful. If you thought the night we had with her was wild...you should see her with another woman. It nearly killed me." Collin said with a wild grin. 

"I have no doubt about that!" I said with hearty laugh. "A woman like Karla is a very rare breed. Anyway, stories about Karla is not why you're here...I know you're a great worker, and I believe you've abandoned all that bullshit...so I'll gladly write you a reference letter. Besides, if you screw either me or Karla...I'm sure she'd have your balls on her desk by sundown."

"No joke there, man. Thanks Hank...I appreciate your willingness to help me out." Collin said, sounding relieved. 

"You're welcome...but I'll admit there's still a small part of me that wants to tell you to kiss my ass." I said, looking at him seriously.

"I understand completely, man." Collin replied, rising from the chair and walking behind me as I stood next to my desk. "I'd do it, if that's what it took. I'd kiss your ass." Collin's hand squeezed my butt and caught me by surprise. "You're still the only dude I ever did any heavy shit with...and might be the only one."

"Uh...yeah...well...Karla has a way of bringing shit out of people." I said haltingly as Collin reached from behind to loosen my belt. "Be careful what you offer, man...I'm likely to keep you to your word, on the right day."

"Yeah...ok...so is this the right day?" Collin asked as he slid his hand under the waistband of my pants and cradled the pouch of my briefs. "Karla knew she could get me to do things I only ever thought about...if she put me in the right situation. I like the way you fuck...no apologies, no bullshit...just "I need to get off, and you'll serve the purpose". If going bi with another dude was always like that, I might be more into it."

My current girlfriend and I have been having a good time lately, and sex wasn't in my immediate thoughts, but the masculine grip Collin had on my privates felt good nonetheless. I closed my eyes, and my breathing became heavier as Collin slid my briefs below my ass, knelt behind me, and began kissing my hairy moons. 

"Mmm, nice...I like a squeaky-clean ass. Good thing you shower after those lunch-time workouts." Collin said, before tentatively probing my brown-eye with his tongue. 

Even though I'm not opposed to some same-sex fun, there had only been one guy that did anything with my back door. My college roommate was a nice guy, and someone I trusted...hell, we still exchange Christmas cards...but that experience was nearly fifteen years ago, and a rarity even then. 

"Uhhh...mmpphhh...fuck." I mumbled, leaning over my desk as Collin lapped at my hole. 

"This is new territory for me." Collin said, standing behind me again and pressing his hips against my buttocks. "I'm actually turned-on by a dude. Never got hard with a guy unless they were sucking my dick." He said, opening his button-fly jeans and letting his hard prick rest in the crack of my ass. "Thought you were going to split me in two that night with Karla...I was shocked when it didn't turn out so bad. Felt pretty good, in an odd sort of way."

"Hey man, I haven't done this kind of thing in a long time." I said, trying to straighten-up, but Collin pushed me back over the desk. 

"Hell of a lot better than never, it would seem to me." Collin replied, smacking his cock against my cheeks. "Really...vanilla-lavender...what's up with that shit?" he asked, grabbing a tube of hand cream from the corner of my desk. 

"My assistant leaves her stuff scattered all over the place." I said, absent-mindedly. "How about letting me have a taste of that pole of yours?" I offered, even as Collin spread a large handful of lotion over his prick.

"Amazingly, eating that hairy man-pussy has me in the mood to fuck." Collin said, pressing his lubed helmet against my twitching rosebud. "How about furthering my education...since you so selflessly helped reveal another side of me?"

I gasped for air as Collin pressed his tool firmly at my reluctant entrance. My cock was hard as hell, and leaking profusely. 

"You can say "no", and I'll respect that." Collin said, reaching for my tie and pulling it behind my head...holding it like a leash. "You've been hot for my shit since the day I let you suck me off. You like my cock. You want to feel my hot rod deep in your guts." He pulled the tie, bringing my back against his chest. "I want to fuck you, Hank...and I think you're ready to get fucked...no matter how long ago it's been."

It's true; I had more interest in him than any other guy in a very long time. Collin was physically everything I found attractive in other men, even if his character still needed a little maturing. My mind was still debating the options, when Collin made the decision for me. With a quick thrust from his hips, the head of Collin's dick popped inside me, sending a shock-wave of pain throughout my body. The intense feeling soon subsided, and I was able to relax and focus on the things I taught Collin only months before.

"Aaaarrrggg...fffuuuccckkk!" I grunted through clenched teeth as my ass-ring adjusted to the intrusion. "Easy, man...you're fucking huge!"

"I know...I'll take it easy. It's not like you were fucking tiny." Collin said, reaching around to grip my swollen rod. "This thing felt like a damn telephone pole." 

Collin was true to his word, and inched slowly inside me as I grunted and moaned with every push. I felt a renewed appreciation for the women in my life that enjoyed a little ass-play...and an overwhelming sensation of fullness in my bowels. 

"Shit...fuck yeah, man! You're half-way there, dude!" Collin said with enthusiasm.

Half-way!? Holy shit, it seemed like he'd been pushing in steadily for several minutes. My memory recalled the feeling of getting fucked by my college buddy...a great guy, with dead-average equipment. With about six inches of reasonably thick meat, he was fun to fuck around with...a satisfying mouthful, and not a burden to take up the ass. I feared Collin was going to be a completely different scenario. With my sphincter stretched to the ripping-point, I could feel every ridge and vein of the throbbing tool as it moved into me. It was fucking weird to feel so physically connected to another person...much less another man. 

"Oh fuck...damn, you have a fine ass!" Collin exclaimed as his pubes came to rest in split between my cheeks. "Pussy's still better...but not by much! Like Karla said to me, the hard part is over, Hank. I'm going to enjoy your hot ass, so you'd better hold on!"

I struggled to stifle my moans of pleasure and pain so the staff outside wouldn't come knocking on the door, wondering if I was being attacked. Collin worked into a rhythm slowly...pulling out almost entirely, and then sinking back in. Within a few minutes, I had relaxed enough that the motion across my prostate had become pleasurable, and Collin began fucking me in earnest. I gripped the edges of my desk as he plunged forcefully into my chute, his heavy balls swinging into mine with every thrust. I glanced over at the windows, making out the faint reflection of our fully clothed bodies, pants at our knees, as Collin's hips bucked back-and-forth. 

"Fuck...oh fuck, man...damn, that cock is huge!" I panted. "Oh shit, I forgot how good this could feel...I'm ok now...fuck me, man...fuck the shit out of me!" I said, reaching back to feel Collin's muscled thighs and pulling him toward me as my cock bounced with renewed hardness. 

"You can bet I will. You fucked me hard, Hank." Collin grunted, reaching around to stroke my steel-hard rod. "Only fair to return the favor."

Collin buried his fuck-stick deep into my bowels, one hand on my shoulder for leverage, the other tugging on my balls. He was so damn hard, and fucking so insistently, I wasn't sure how much more abuse my tender ass could stand. After a few minutes, he surprised me by pulling my body away from the desk, and pushing me to the floor with my back against the carpet. Collin said nothing as he practically tore the shoes from my feet and pulled the pants off my legs. His stiff member bobbed and swayed in front of his still-clothed frame. 




The Intern



"I'm damn near there...I want to see your face while I take your ass." Collin said sternly before placing my legs on each of his shoulders. "Stroke it, Hank...jack your fucking meat." He ordered, a trail of spit flowed from his mouth and onto my twitching dick. I barely had a grip on myself before Collin plunged in once again.

"Yeah...c'mon, man...shoot it...I want to feel your hot ass clamp around my cock."

I ran one hand under Collin's shirt, feeling the strength in his chest and abs while watching his prick appear and disappear from behind my balls. My right hand pumped my aching rod as the moment of no-return came closer. Collin stared at me with a masculine and lustful scowl, grunting with each thrust into my ass. 

"Fuck...oh shit...fffuuuucccckkkkk!" I howled, as streams of pearly spunk flew from my cock, coating my crumpled shirt and tie. My ass constricted tightly around Collins pole with every pulse from my tingling prick. 

"Yeah...fuck yeah...shoot that fucking load. Damn...your ass is so fucking tight...so damn hot."

"Fuck...oh fuck...do it man...seed my fucking ass!" I panted, squeezing the last drops from my dick. 

Collin offered no reply and simply closed his eyes as his thrusts became shorter and more forceful...my softening prick bouncing against my belly with every push. 

"Aaaarrrrrgggg....ffffuuuuccckkkk...ssshhhhiiiiittttt!" Collin grunted as his body tensed. I placed a hand over his mouth to soften the volume and felt two heavy streams splash inside my guts. My hand fell away as he withdrew, coating my ass and balls with the last few shots of heavy cream. Collin used the head of his cock to spread his hot load across my balls and gaping hole before plunging inside again. 

"Damn...so fucking hot..." Collin mumbled over and over, catching his breath and fucking me slowly while his cock gradually deflated. 

My pulsing ring eventually forced Collins satisfied tool from my hole with a sticky "plop"...his cum still oozing down the crack of my ass. Collin then suddenly leaned down...clearly intending to kiss me. 

"Uh...hey man...I'm not really into kissing guys." I stammered, with one hand on his shoulder. 

"Me either...but now you're a fuck-buddy, not just some other dude. I kiss the people I fuck." He said calmly before placing his hand behind my head and planting a forceful kiss on my lips. 

This was a first for me. This was not the gentle, intimate kisses I shared with the women in my life. Collin's kiss was more animalistic; a show of power and respect, and it didn't take long before I found the new experience satisfying, masculine, and erotic. 

"Too bad this job might take me away from here. I could get used to this shit every now and then." Collin said, using my underwear to clean his cock before getting dressed. 

"You've never had a problem generating interest. I think you'll be able to find a guy that suits your taste." I said with a smirk, gathering my clothes and removing my cum-soaked tie. 

"Maybe...I like the casual thing with dudes. Cock when I want it, and nobody hassling me when I don't. You might be a hard act to follow." Collin said, straightening his hair and gathering his backpack. "Thanks for reference letter, Hank. I hope our paths cross again sometime."

I was still tucking-in my shirt when he left my office.

+++++++++++++++++++

Collin sent me an email several weeks later, telling me he got the job. Karla's methods may have been unusual, perhaps even unethical, but it seemed to have a good effect on Collin, and I certainly didn't mind enjoying the fringe benefits. I'm still hopeful my new "fuck-buddy" might stop by for a visit every now and then.



The Intern



I didn't really take notice of Kelsey the first time I met her. She was an intern at my office and was brought in by one of the office staff on her first day to be introduced around. I noticed she had dirty blonde hair and a nice figure but I rarely interacted with the interns much. I'm not even sure I remembered her name until about two weeks later when she caught my eye. 

I was late for court, came racing around a hallway corner and nearly tripped over her as she was filing papers in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. Kelsey was on her hands and knees, working over a file and looked up as I stopped just short of slamming into her. As she looked up at me I got a great view of her perky breasts in the scoop neck blouse she was wearing. 

Kelsey is a student at the local college where one of the associates in my office teaches some intro to law class. He takes on a group of interns every semester who mostly get in the way and do menial tasks around the law firm. I rarely pay them much notice other than hellos since it takes too long to train them to be of much use. 

"Sorry, I'm running late and need to get a file" I said as I flashed her a smile. 

"Oh no, that's ok" she stammered as she stood up and backed away from the filing cabinet. As she stood up I soaked in her tight figure. She was wearing a black skirt with some kind of leather patches that wrapped nicely around her tight ass. A light blue scoop neck blouse showed off just the right amount of cleavage. I grabbed the file I needed and muttered a quick "thanks" and headed for the door. As I got to the door, I turned for one more look at Kelsey and found her watching me and smiling. I returned the smile knowing I would have a hard time getting the image of her on all fours out of my head for the rest of the day let alone during a boring court session.

The next week I timed my photocopying work to correspond with Kelsey's filing session. Same black leather skirt, this time teamed up with a white button down shirt. She smiled as I rounded the corner. 

I hatched a quick plan. 

"Kelsey, right?"

"Yeah," she smiled, excited that someone remembered her. 

"You have time to help me with a project?" 

"Sure," she gushed, clearly excited to do anything but file papers. "Should I go ask Gary?" she said remembering her filing assignment. 

"No. I'll clear it with him. Put the filing back on the pile, grab the Penske file and meet me in the conference room," I said.

"Ok," she said with a glow of excitement. 

I went down to Gary's office to tell him I was borrowing his intern and predictably found his office empty. I returned to my office that is conveniently situated next to the office conference room. The conference room had a long wood veneered table with a dozen chairs all around and also housed a small and lately neglected library. Kelsey was seated in a chair next to the head of the table with the Penske file neatly situated directly in front of her. I could tell from her awkward posture that she'd never really worked in an office before and was nervous to be working on a real project. 

"Thanks for helping out." I flashed her a smile again. 

"Sure what do you need me to do?" 

My mind conjured up about a dozen sexual images involving this young co-ed, but I held back and gave her the run down. "The Penske case has a hearing coming up and I should have done this weeks ago, but I need you to go through each of the depositions, find the sections that relate to our case, and organize them by witness in each of these file folders. Got it?"

She pursed her lips and nodded affirmatively. My eyes slipped down to check out her pert rack pushing through the button down shirt. She was petite, but had a great set of breasts. I eyeballed them at about a 36 C but they looked much bigger on her little body. Her dirty blond hair fell shoulder length and framed her cute face. 

"Ok." She smiled back.

It was bullshit work but I wanted some scenery to look at for the morning. I cranked away at something for 20 minutes but couldn't focus. I walked out of my office and found Kelsey industriously working away at her assignment. "How's it coming?"

"Good." She looked up at me. Her deep brown eyes catching mine. Something vexed her. "Whats up?" I asked. "Is there a problem?"

"No," she frowned, "but I'm probably not going to finish this before class. I could come back tomorrow?"

I improvised on the fly. "What time do your classes end today?

"4:30." 

"Tell you what," I propositioned her, "we'll finish up tonight after your classes and I'll treat you to dinner for helping me out?" She smiled.

"Ok here's my phone number." 

"I'll pick you up from campus when you're ready."

I watched her cute ass bounce out of the conference room. The rest of the day dragged on. At 5:30 I called her up and made arrangements to pick her up outside her dorm. 

Same outfit, I drank in her tight body as she hopped into my car. "Thanks for picking me up." 

"Sure no problem. Hey if you have stuff to do I can manage this on my own?"

"No problem, besides I'm excited to do real work instead of all that filing."

We chit-chatted about her classes, social life and background as we wound our way back to the office complex. As we got into the conference room, I gave her one last out. "Really, Kelsey, if you have other stuff to do or even want to hang out with your friends or your boyfriend, I don't want to take up too much of your time." 

"No I'm glad to help, besides I don't have a boyfriend and my friends don't go out on Tuesday nights." She took the bait.

"Really, no boyfriend?" I inquired. "How come?"

"I just broke up with a guy that I started dating last year, he was just kind of immature. I guess I'm just taking some me time before I graduate."

"You're lucky I'm not five years younger, I'd be all over you."

She smiled back, "With your looks you could get any girl on campus. Besides, what's the big deal about being five years older than me? I like older guys..." Hook line and sinker. 

"You'd better be careful, Miss Kelsey, don't make promises you can't keep." I winked at her. She stood up, locked eyes with me and slowly walked over to my side of the conference table. She smiled a devilish grin and said "So are you all talk?" She was daring me. I touched the side of her face with the back of my hand and leaned in and kissed her. She met my kiss with a lot of tongue. As we kissed she leaned her body into mine and slid her hands down my chest. She began to kiss down my shirt as her hands worked my belt. She sat down in front of me, swung my belt free, opened my pants and pulled out my now erect cock. She looked into my eyes, licked her lips and gently kissed the head of my cock. Still looking into my eyes, she licked the shaft of my cock with the tip of her tongue. She paused, smiled again, teasing me and said, "I've wanted to do this since I walked into your office. You want to see my boobs don't you?" All I could do was nod. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and undid the front clasp on her bra, letting her gorgeous tits bounce free. "I saw you checking them out earlier. Are they as good as you imagined?" All I could do was nod. 

She grasped the shaft of my cock and slid the head into her mouth. She began sliding her hand up and down my shaft as her mouth worked the tip of my cock. Her pert tits were bouncing with the rhythm of her strokes. She looked into my eyes while sliding my cock in and out of her mouth like a porn star. She pulled my cock out of her mouth but kept jerking me off "You like my dirty little mouth on your cock don't you?" she breathed at me. "I want you to fuck my face." She ordered. I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my cock in and out of her wide open mouth a few times. 

"You like sucking my cock don't you? You're a little cock slut aren't you?" She looked into my eyes and nodded as I fucked away at her mouth. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and gasped "Use me like the little slut that I am. I want you to fuck my hot pussy and come on my tits." I just about fired a load right then. She grabbed my cock and slid it into the side of her mouth. "You like the way your big cock fills up my dirty mouth?" I let her suck and jerk me for a few more minutes then pulled her up face to face with me. 

She still had her shirt open and draped over her shoulders so I lowered my head and sucked on her hard nipple. She let out a gasp and let her head fall backwards. I played with her tits while I undid the zipper on her skirt enough to get my hands to her pussy. "Uhhh" she groaned into my ear. I pulled her panties aside and her pussy was already wet. "You are a little slut aren't you?" 

"My pussy is so hot for you," she groaned into my ear. I rubbed her pussy and clit for a few seconds and positioned my finger just outside of the opening to her pussy and paused letting the anticipation build. I kissed her long and deep and slid my finger into her wet pussy. She broke off the kiss, closed her eyes and let out a groan. "Oh god I want you to fuck me so baaaad," she whispered into my ear. I kissed her again and continued thrusting my finger in and out of her dripping pussy. "Please, don't stop" she whispered. I pushed her skirt to the ground and slid her shirt and bra onto the floor. She was standing in front of me in only her panties, her chest heaving. I peeled off my clothes as fast as I could. "She smiled at me again, "You wanna fuck me hard, don't you?" she said as she slid up onto the polished veneer table. I slid in between her legs and kissed her as she breathed at me, "You want to fuck my hot little pussy with your big cock?" I slid closer to her, positioning my cock just outside the entrance to her waiting pussy. She looked into my eyes, "Please fuck me. Fuck my slutty pussy." She was begging me. I slowly slid just the head of my dick into her. "Ooohhh please." She moaned. I stopped and waited as long as I could. She was trembling. "Please. Please. Fuck me." 

"How do you want it?" I whispered into her ear. 

"Fast and hard," was all she said. I rammed my cock into her as far as it would go. She purred and closed her eyes. I grabbed her legs and slid her ass to the edge of the table. I stood up and looked down at her tight body and perfect round tits. She surrendered to me at that moment. I thrust my cock into her again and again. "Please fuck me harder". I pulled her legs up and rammed her. "Uhhh" she groaned as my cock rammed in and out of her hot wet pussy. "I'm cumming" she yelped. I upped the tempo on the thrusts. "Oooh. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking my hot pussy". She was yelling. I looked down and saw her perfect tits bouncing rhythmically as I slammed my cock in and out of her. 

After a few seconds she regained her composure and looked up at me. " I want you to cum. I want you to come all over my hot tits. " She sat up as I continued to fuck her. " I want to finish your hot cock in my mouth." I pulled out of her soaking wet pussy and she slid off the table and got down on her knees. She slipped the head of my cock into her mouth, grasped the base of my cock with her hand and began jerking me off. 

"My pussy juice tastes so good on your cock. I want your hot cum all over my tits." She reached up with her other hand and began to play with my balls. She sucked the tip of my cock as hard as she could. The image of her kneeling before me, jerking my cock into her mouth, her round tits bouncing up and down was nearly enough to make me fire a load down her throat. She felt my balls tense up as I fought back the cum building in me. She pulled my cock out of her mouth, and started jerking me off furiously. "You want to come on my tits don't you? Give me that hot load all over my pretty tits." That was all I could handle, I let burst a load of cum that splattered on her neck and tits. The cum kept firing as she kept jerking me off. "Oh baby." She looked up at me with her pretty eyes and hot body soaked in my cum. She took her finger, swabbed some of the cum off her tit and sucked on her finger. I stood her up, kissed her long and deep. "Now I see what I've been missing out on with the immature young guys" she smirked. 

"Put on your clothes and we'll go get something to eat." I said. She picked up her skirt, "But what about the work?" 

"I didn't really have anything that had to get done tonight anyway," I said as I winked. She smiled back, "You are a dirty boy," she said as she pulled up her skirt. "No panties?" I asked. 

"Maybe you'll want dessert."



The Intern



Background Note: My name is J.C., and I'm a 40-something woman living in a major city on the east coast of the United States. I am a senior executive at a major healthcare company, so I have to be discreet. Several years ago, my marriage ended suddenly for reasons I don't want to go into here. Up until then, I had a very conventional, monogamous, "vanilla" sex life. For some reason, the end of my marriage triggered a sexual awakening in me. Over the past year or so, I have embarked on a series of adventures that have profoundly changed me and my view of myself as a sexual person. In short, I have done things I never dreamed of doing, and have loved every minute of it. I've decided to share my stories with you readers. I hope you enjoy them, and that they inspire you to fulfill your own secret 
fantasies.

The Intern

The beginning of summer meant a bunch of things in my office. The weather gets warmer, productivity decreases, staff goes on vacation – generally, things just don't get done as quickly. And that's fine with me. Although I have high expectations of my people, I'm a big believer in work-life balance. There are plenty of more important things in life than being efficient all the time. 

A perfect example of this is our intern program. Many managers hate the thought of having a bunch of clueless 20-year-olds wandering around the office wasting everyone's time, but I think it's great. They have a lot of ideas and energy, and they have not yet become tainted by "conventional wisdom."

To be honest, I don't usually have much to do with the interns after the first week they're here. I give them a pep talk along with the other division heads, and then they get assigned to the various units that they will work in during their two months with us, and that's about it. I nod to them in the hall and ask them how it's going from time to time, but I don't really get to know them well. Until this year, that is.

For some reason, "Brittany" really caught my eye. It's hard to say exactly why. She was very cute and outgoing, but many of the female interns are. There was just something different about her. She had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Like many college girls, she was about ten pounds overweight, probably due to too much beer and dorm food. I figured she'd lose it pretty quickly once she got out into the real world. However, it was distributed in all the right places. She had full, round breasts and a nice supple ass that shifted pleasantly as she walked. I found myself paying close attention to her.

A few months ago, I would have been shocked by my reaction to Brittany. However, as readers of my previous adventures know, I was learning to be more flexible with my sexuality and to open myself to new things. I'd had a couple of experiences with other women, and I'd learned to appreciate them quite a bit. They would never replace men for me – I need a good hard cock as much as the next gal – but they have their advantages as well. 

Brittany was in a completely different department from me, so I didn't have any professional contact with her. However, I saw her in the lunch area, ladies' room, etc. and it wasn't hard to develop a friendly relationship. She was very outgoing, and seemed eager to make friends with a more experienced women that could act as a mentor for her. She got in the habit of stopping by my office to chat and get advice about her work, her boss, and her career plans. This casual contact only served to increase my fantasies about her. 

Like many girls her age, Brittany had absolutely no idea of how to dress appropriately for the office. She often wore clothes that looked like they were designed to go clubbing in – long spike heels and tiny little skirts. Her tops were either extremely tight or featured a plunging neckline. All in all, her outfits left little to the imagination. I had no problem picturing her naked, which I found myself doing often, especially when I was alone at night with my vibrator. 

One day, she came in wearing an outfit that was a bit outrageous, even for her. She had on a skintight white tank top, a tiny black miniskirt that just barely covered her ample ass, and long, black, spike-heeled shoes. It was pretty clear that she didn't have a bra on. The other interns didn't seem to notice (young men seem oblivious to young women's bodies these days), but the other guys in the office were obviously paying close attention. I decided that I had to say something. 

"Brittany, when you get a free moment, can you stop by my office?" I asked casually as I passed her in the hall, "I want to run something by you."

"Sure, J. – I'll stop by in about 15 minutes," she replied. 

When she came in I was sitting at my desk. "Close the door and have a seat, Brittany," I said. She sat down across from me. I couldn't help noticing a flash of bright green panty as she crossed her legs.

"Brittany," I said sternly, "let's talk about your choice of outfits for today."

"Uh...sure, J. What do you mean?" 

"Well, wouldn't you say it's a bit...revealing?" This was harder than I thought. She clearly had no idea what I was talking about. 

"Well, maybe a little, but that's the style, J. I always like to look stylish when I'm at work," she said a bit defensively. 

"It's not a question of being in style, Brittany. It's a question of looking appropriate for an office environment. 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when you sat down just now, I could easily see your panties as you crossed your legs."

"You could not!"

"I could so. They're bright green – they match very well with your black skirt."

Brittany blushed, but a little smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Well, I DO try to match everywhere," she said.

"Then I guess you don't have a matching bra, because it's obvious that you aren't wearing one. I can see your nipples from across the room with that tight blouse you're wearing."

She blushed again and looked down, but her nipples looked like they were starting to get hard. "I...I...guess I wasn't really thinking about my outfit that way," she said. 

I have to admit that all this talk about Brittany's body was making me a little horny. I'd pictured her naked many times in my fantasies, with me fondling her big, soft tits and squeezing that plump ass. This conversation was bringing all that back to the surface for me. I could feel my pussy start to get wet. I stood up and walked in front of my desk to where Brittany was sitting.

"Let me give you another example," I said firmly. "Stand up."

She stood up.

"Now, let's say you drop something on the floor. How could you possibly pick it up without exposing yourself?"

A wicked smile passed across her face as she turned away from me and bent over at the waist. Her skirt hiked up over her hips revealing her bright green thong crammed between those beautiful, curvy butt cheeks. "Like this?" She asked innocently.

Before I really thought about it, I reached over and started caressing her ass. I could hear her breathing quicken as she moved her ass toward me appreciatively. "Ooh, keep doing that, J. It's just like my fantasies about you." 

"You've been fantasizing about ME?" I asked in surprise. Now don't get me wrong. I'm a pretty attractive woman. I'm a marathon runner and a gym fanatic. Particularly after my divorce, I make a point of being in top shape at all times. I have long, natural red hair, and full, natural 36 C breasts that have always been a source of pride for me. I'm always very careful about my hygiene, and keep my pussy neatly trimmed but not bare, so you can tell that the "carpet matches the drapes." However, I just assumed that college kids only had sexual thoughts about other kids their age. 

"Ooh, yes," she said, breathing really heavily now, "I think about you every night when I'm jerking off with my vibrator. You're totally hot. You remind me of my roommate."

"I do?" I asked, really curious now. "What do you do with your roommate, young lady?" It seemed that Brittany might be more experienced than me at some things.

Brittany sat back down. "Well, sometimes after parties, when we've been drinking and dancing with hot guys, we get pretty horny," she said, giggling. 

"And?"

"Um, well, sometimes we take turns being the guy and the girl." 

"What does that mean?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Well, if you're the guy, you get to be more aggressive, feeling the girl up and making her do stuff."

"Like what stuff?"

Giggling, Brittany got down on her knees in front of me. I was wearing a tailored black business suit. Brittany reached up to my waistband, undid the hooks, and unzipped me down the side. She then gently tugged my trousers and panties down to mid-thigh. "The girl has to suck the guy off," she said. 

With that, she started licking and kissing my thighs and pubis. She obviously had a lot of practice – she knew exactly what to do with her mouth and hands. Gradually, her tongue found its way to my clit and she started working on it as her hand reached behind me and squeezed my ass. 

"That feels great, Brittany. Are you usually the girl?" I asked, breathing heavily now. 

She looked up at me, "Yeah, my roommate likes being the guy better, but I like this part."

The sight of Brittany on her knees in front of me with her face buried in my pussy was pretty exciting, and her tongue was doing wonders to my clit. Her hand slid from my ass to between my legs, and I felt her finger move inside me. I grabbed her head with both hands and started to guide her to the right spots as I thrust my hips toward her. I felt like a guy getting a blowjob in a porn movie!

I'm usually pretty loud when I get close to orgasm, and I had to be careful that no one could hear us through the thin office walls, so I just quietly encouraged her. "That's it...just like that, baby....oooh yes...I think I'm about to come!"

With a final thrust of my hips, I reached my climax. It took all of my power to not scream out loud. 

As I slumped against the side of my desk and tried to compose myself, Brittany stood up and we began caressing each other and kissing deeply. I was intoxicated with everything about her – the way she felt, her smell, her taste. I completely forgot where I was. I pulled off her tight blouse and started kissing and fondling her big, soft tits. 

"So, the guy gets sucked off. What does the girl get out of the deal?" I asked. 

"After she takes care of the guy, he has to do whatever she asks, no matter how weird it seems," she whispered in my ear. 

"OK, that's fair. What should I do?"

"Don't worry, I'll show you."

With that, she hopped onto my desk and got down on all fours with her ass in the air and her face against the desk.

I started stroking and caressing her curvy ass as I pulled her thong panties down to her knees.

Brittany arched her back and opened her legs expectantly. Her shaved pussy was right at my eye level. It was glistening, the lips open. Just above, her tiny puckered asshole seemed to be opening ever so slightly as well. I noticed that it had a soft little circle of blond hair around it. I began stroking her pussy with one hand and her ass with the other as she moaned softly and squirmed. 

"Do you like that?" I whispered to her.

"Yes, yes, keep touching me just like that." I found her clit and increased my rhythm. 

"Oooh yes, baby. Just like that," Brittany moaned, "now put your finger in my butt."

I was surprised, to say the least. No one had ever touched ME there before. Of course, I knew some couples had anal sex, but I had always assumed the girl did it just to please the guy. Brittany was saying that she actually wanted my finger in her ass. 

Intrigued, I pushed my middle finger into her tight little asshole. Fortunately, she was pretty wet, so it slid right in. 

Brittany immediately responded by thrusting back on my finger in rhythm to my other hand stroking her pussy. "Oh, God – that feels great. Put another finger in," she said. I complied.

Now she was doing most of the work. I had two fingers of my left hand in her ass, and I was stroking her clit with my right. She was bucking back and forth pretty hard, panting and whimpering as she reached her climax. 

With a final backward thrust that got my fingers as deep into her ass as they would go, Brittany came with a gasp. As she finished, I slid my fingers out from inside her. She immediately grabbed them and started sucking on them like they were a cock as I stroked her hair and kissed her. 

"That was awesome, J.," she said, "just like my fantasies. I'm glad you liked my outfit. I wore it just for you."

We were both in a state of disarray. Brittany was wearing just her heels and her skirt hiked up to her stomach. My trousers and panties were down around my ankles, and I was still wearing my blouse and jacket. After a few minutes, my phone rang and brought us back to reality. "I guess playtime's over," Brittany giggled.

"Or maybe just begun," I thought as I reached for the phone. It seemed like every time I was open to a new experience, something good happened to me. I couldn't wait to try the things that Brittany showed me.

THE END

The stories of the sexual awakening of J.C. will continue...



The Intern



The Intern 

by Anya W. Vossand and Nikholai Khabirnov 

Chapter 1 

By Nikholai Khabirnov 

It is a November Monday morning in Boston, which brings with it all the expected weather: rain and clouded, gray skies. But the office building that houses Healey, Connelly and O'Neal, LLP is well suited to such weather, and the dim sunlight that makes it through both the clouds and the rain sheeting the windows sets the fine appointments within to crawl with dappled light. Exquisitely crafted wood and polished brass fixtures soak in the dim lighting, so that the interior of the building is made dimmer still and almost intimate in the foul weather. Along with the constant thrum of the rain striking the thick windows, the stairwell is filled only with the stairs creaking with age as they are, presently, ascended. 

Anne Duquethe, intern to the law firm, is the source of those subtle creaks. Her black velvet boots would offer sound all their own, but her steps are muffled by the carpeting covering the center portion of the stairs. She is slender and of an average height, in many ways a typical college student who might be seen at any of the numerous universities that Boston has always been so well known for. Indeed, Ms. Duquethe is precisely that sort of girl: pretty, young, and intelligent; it is why she was hired by the firm for an internship. 

Dressed as she is in a light gray skirt that falls to her ankles and is just translucent enough to hint at the shadows of her legs, and a snug white camisole beneath a looser black cardigan for warmth, Ms. Duquethe would be equally at home in the law office or among her peers at Harvard, MIT, Northeastern, or any of the rest. This is especially true when taken in full, as the monochromatic nature of her outfit serves to better highlight the severity of her features: full lips, dark eyes with just the hint of Asiatic heritage, small nose, and perfectly plucked eyebrows all wrapped in the creamy complexion of the typical Boston Irish heritage - all stands out in stark contrast. 

As she makes her way along the hallway at the top floor of the building, Ms. Duquethe's hair moves in concert with her skirt. Thick and inky black, her hair is held in a loose ponytail that dances and sways against the back of her neck; had she left the hair unbound, it would reach only just past her shoulders. The hallways itself is narrow but well decorated, with its dark walls lined with mahogany trim and constant reminders of the legal prowess it contains: plaques framed in polished brass that name each of the firm's partners as top attorneys in this or that area of law, and articles from the Globe or the Herald (one or two even from the paper of record, The New York Times) that mentions each partner in a fittingly positive light.  

Finally, Ms. Duquethe comes to the door that is her morning's destination. The girl's dark, slate-hued eyes alight upon the brass nameplate set into the door's mahogany carved perfection: Attorney O'Neal. The letters are precisely what anyone might expect of such a waiting threshold: golden filigree set against a black background, the font chosen to induce a measure of authority and reassurance alike - that whatever client may have the privilege of stepping past the door would surely receive his or her money's worth in service. 

For a moment, Ms. Duquethe stands at the door and composes herself. It is not a necessary ritual, but it is habit all the same - one does not often step past that door without its imposing facade ensuring that a note, however delicate and frail, of insecurity will follow. But she opens it all the same and steps past the threshold and into the Attorney's office, and closes the door behind her so that it firmly seals her within, noting the firmness of seal with the soft thud and click of the heavy door returning to its jamb, and the mechanism of the handle settling back into its home. 

The office is, of course, precisely what one would expect of such a place: well decorated, professional, and exquisite comfortable. It is an office of wealth - wealth of money, wealth of knowledge, and wealth of confidence all commingled. But what Ms. Duquethe is focused on is not the perfectly organized bookcases, nor the supple leather furniture set before the imposing and polished desk; her slate eyes focus instead upon Attorney O'Neal himself, where he is already seated behind that desk at so early an hour. While her eyes sweep over the man, his own return the gesture - and where he finds a young and lovely college student and intern, she finds a middle-aged man whose age has done nothing to detract from his appearance, and perhaps much to highlight the same. The man's hair is a rich brown and cut in the typical professional look; his eyes are steel gray; and his features speak of an Irish heritage similar to Ms. Duquethe's own, and similar, too, to Boston at large. 

As Ms. Duquethe approaches the desk to set a stack of files she'd brought on a shelf marked for intake, her eyes take the Attorney in more fully and note his clothing: a dark blue shirt beneath a black silk vest, and though she can not see it, undoubtedly well tailored black slacks and the required polished shoes. She offers a smile then, as the files are set in place, that just hints at the pearly white perfection of her teeth behind lips she had painted the sort of deep red that straddles the line between a professional office worker and a professional in another, less savory field altogether. Regardless of their difference in age, Ms. Duquethe can not deny that the Attorney is a handsome man, gifted with the winnings of a genetic lottery and the self discipline required to stay in good shape despite the passage of years. 

It is Attorney O'Neal who begins their conversation, with all the mundane normalcy that can be expected: "Good morning, Anne." The man's voice is a rich tenor against the soft patter of the rain, and would instantly command attention - a perfect voice for an Attorney, who would have to command the attention of a jury, of a Judge, or even of a client. 

Ms. Duquethe's voice, in return, is coy but pleasant, "Good morning, Sir." The woman's fingers lace behind her back as she speaks, and a small shift in her posture ensures that when the Attorney's eyes came to rest - as they inevitably do - upon the curves of her breasts and her hips, he will be presented with the most succulent view she can manage while still dressed. 

With one long-fingered hand, Attorney O'Neal gestures to the door behind Ms. Duquethe, and gives his first command of the morning. It is a simple command, but it carries with it all the weight of what is to come: "Lock the door, and come here." It is, after, a simple matter for Ms. Duquethe to obey. It requires only for her to turn on a single three-inch heel, take the several steps required, turn the locking mechanism with a louder and more firm click, and then return to the Attorney's desk. 

But when she returns this time, Ms. Duquethe does not pause at the side of the desk opposite the Attorney. Instead, her slow stride brings her around the desk and her slender fingers, tipped with nails painted as deeply red as her lips, slide across the desk's surface. Once she is within reach of the man, the Attorney's hand finds her waist without preamble or hesitation, and then slides down along her hip. His touch is gentle, no more than a delicate caress against the thin fabric of her skirt. 

"Remove the sweater," Attorney O'Neal commands, and with all the arrogant certainty that the intern will obey that the man might have when questioning opposition. While his hand then slides up from her skirt and beneath the thin layer of her hidden camisole to find smooth skin, Ms. Duquethe pulls the cardigan up and over her head before tossing it aside to land on one of the leather chairs opposite the desk. With the shape of his hand thus revealed against her cardigan, Attorney O'Neal watches as he slides that hand higher until he can cup one of the girl's breasts, unimpeded by a bra. 

Her nipples are hard already, and Ms. Duquethe can't quite stifle a soft sigh that is almost a moan when the Attorney slides a thumb along one hard bud, nor can she help but let her eyelashes kiss her cheek as her eyes close and her cheeks take a lovely shade of pink. When the Attorney then kneads at that breast, Ms. Duquethe gasps softly, her red lips parted in a small o. One of the girl's hands find the desk and rest there, to brace herself as the Attorney pushes the camisole up and guides his chair closer to her. 

Once the camisole is high enough, up over the girl's breasts to leave her hard nipples and smooth skin bare, Attorney O'Neal leans close. The bristles of his facial hair tickle at her soft and warm skin, but the kiss of his lips steals away any ticklishness and replaces it with the soft sensation of the man's own desire. Ms. Duquethe's nipples tighten more at that, and the girl bites at her lip to stifle another low moan before it can pass. Her other hand finds the desk as well then, and the girl leans back against the desk while her legs part slowly and then tense, when the Attorney's free hand finds the skirt once more and slips into its waistband. 

"You're such a welcome sight after spending all night in the office," Attorney O'Neal murmurs against the lower curve of Ms. Duquethe's right breast before his lips find her hard nipple and close around it. 

Ms. Duquethe moans at that, and her back arches more deeply to offer that nipple to the man's mouth. Her voice comes with a note of breathiness, a quiet thing that speaks more clearly of her arousal even than the dampness the man's fingers find as they caress at the lacy material of her panties, "Is this a difficult case, Sir?" Before the man answers, though, he releases her right nipple and takes her left, while his fingers stroke and pet against the girl's panties until that dampness becomes simply wet and the girl's arousal soaks through to his fingers. 

The Attorney leans back finally, and his brown eyes narrow as his hand lifts away from the girl's skirt. He examines his fingers and the hint of glisten upon them with a quiet chuckle, and murmurs his answer, "There are a number of details to work out." He brings his fingers to his own mouth then, suckling them clean while his eyes lift to find Ms. Duquethe's own and hold there. His other hand, then, slips low again and slides across her smooth stomach, pressing back there until she sits on the edge of his desk and leans further back against outstretched arms. Both the Attorney's hands lower further then, and find the girl's calves, lifting each until the heels of her boots rest on the armrests of his chair. 

Another shift ensures that Attorney O'Neal's chair is pressed fully against the desk, and that Ms. Duquethe is pinned there. His hands, still at her calves, lift slowly then and draw the girl's skirt up until it drapes over her knees and the excess of the long skirt puddles in his lap. The girl's head falls back and her eyes turn to the ceiling as the Attorney leans forward and presses his lips to her inner thighs, each kiss marking a delicate and slow, patient trail toward the black and wet lace of the girl's panties. When his lips find those panties, they kiss there, and his tongue slides across the material in slow and teasing licks, hidden by the gray of her skirt so that even if she looks down, she would see nothing. 

Unseen, the Attorney's hand slides down the girl's leg once more until it rests in his own lap. Then, as he kisses at and licks across the silken material over the intern's pussy, he unbuttons and unzips his own slacks. The velvety sound of his hand finding and stroking over his own cock rises then, while his other hand grips at Ms. Duquethe's hip beneath the skirt and his mouth suckles and licks at the sodden fabric of lace panties. It is all the intern can do to remain still, and even so her hips shift and tense, and her breath catches and is expelled again in soft gasps and pants. 

It is a torment for Ms. Duquethe, to be teased through her underwear, but it is also one of Attorney O'Neal's favored games. So while the man licks and sucks at her through the panties, she lowers herself until she lays across his desk fully, and her inky black hair, unbound now, spills like a curtain down the other side of the furniture. The sound of the man's muffled cunnilingus makes her squirm and flush, and she wants to react and do more but knows from experience that the Attorney prefers this, and prefers her aching and wanting but controlling herself, however barely. He will eventually do more, but only if she is patient - and so she is, though her thighs tense and her back arches, and her hips writhe in wanton desire. 

Still, while the Attorney takes his enjoyment from Ms. Duquethe's panty-clad crotch, the girl's breath is quick and hot, and her lips are parted with every exhalation. As he licks at her, too, the Attorney's hand strokes himself faster and faster, until his dry-stroking has become self lubricated with precum and the sound of his masturbation has grown from the velvety smooth of friction to the wetter sounds of his smoothly gliding hand. Every pass of his tongue against the lace panties bunches the material up against her and pulls it tighter between the filling and needy petals of her pussy, and up against her clit. When at last Attorney O'Neal starts moaning from between her legs, Ms. Duquethe knows he is close and that he will soon move. 

But even expecting it, the intern isn't quite prepared for how swiftly the Attorney stands and sends his chair wheeling back with a violent clatter. With his left hand, he tugs her panties aside while, with his right hand, he aims himself, grasping his cock by the base until the tip of his crown is nestled against the girl's wet slit. Just as the Attorney presses forward then and begins burying his cock into her, he leans down and finds her lips with his, and shares the taste of her sodden desire with her own tongue. There is no time wasted in burying himself, and in another instant, Attorney O'Neal has impaled the intern to the hilt - the fit so snug that she aches with it, though she writhes and arches for it all the same. 

But lest someone outside the offer can hear the girl's groans, Attorney O'Neal's hand finds her mouth and covers it to muffle the sounds of her wanton lust and need. The desk beneath the intern quakes with the Attorney's quick, hard thrusts as he fucks her and wastes no further time on gentleness. But after his cunnilingus and masturbation, the Attorney can not last long - and so he doesn't. A last thrust buries himself into her as deeply as he can, and the thick length of his cock convulses within her, spasming as he spills himself into her and fills her with his cum. 

Once he is finished, the Attorney moves his hand slowly away from the girl's mouth and admires how he's smeared her lipstick. The smeared makeup makes Ms. Duquethe look wantonly trashy and used, and Attorney O'Neal smiles with the knowledge that he's left her in such a state. "You're a good girl, Anne," the man breathes affectionately just as he pulls slowly away, drawing his cock out from the clench of her still not-quite-sated cunt. 

After Attorney O'Neal cleans himself off and tucks the softened length of his cock back into his slacks, Ms. Duquethe slowly lifts herself off the desk. The girl spends a moment there and composes herself. Once her skirt is straightened and her camisole is again pulled down over her body, the intern pulls the cardigan back on. While putting her hair back into its ponytail, she turns to the Attorney. "Will that be all, Sir?" 

As if nothing has happened, Attorney O'Neal collects his chair and settles back into it before arranging the files on his desk back into their neat order. "For now. But I'd love a cup of coffee in an hour, Anne." 

Ms. Duquethe flushes at the simplicity of the command, at the mundaneness of it after the Attorney has just fucked her and left her wanting. But she nods and turns toward the door, and leaves the office on legs still a touch shaky and with the knowledge that the Attorney's eyes trail after her. 

Chapter 2 

By Nikholai Khabirnov 

After that tryst and her dismissal, Ms. Duquethe makes it a point to breathe deeply and calm herself while making her way to her own office. Or rather, to the room that straddles the line of closet and office that the partners of the firm have placed her in, and which houses a desk, a few filing cabinets, and a small bed so that she can take quick naps during those few all-nighters that the firm has to take in preparation of a case. 

The bed has other uses as well, of course, and since it is a Monday one of those reasons will come to pass shortly. After she wipes her smudged lips clean and reapplies her lipstick, she checks off a box next to Attorney O'Neal's morning session (she keeps a checklist of such things to ensure she is where she is wanted when she is wanted there, like anyone else might keep an appointment calendar). Ms. Duquethe turns on her laptop and ensures that it faces the bed. With the video camera and mic already on, she turns off all of the room's lights except for a small desk lamp on the bed's headboard. At precisely 7:45am, the laptop's cursor begins to take on a life of its own as it is remotely accessed, until the view from the camera is all she can see on the monitor - proving that her audience is ready for her to begin. 

Though she is still slightly flushed after her session with Attorney O'Neal, Ms. Duquethe takes a last deep breath and begins to remove her boots. With those out of the way, she pushes her skirt down so that the person watching through the laptop's camera has a lovely view of her Victoria's Secret black lace panties, and when she bends over to move the skirt and boots aside, the audience is presented with the view of where the crotch of her panties glistens with her arousal. She pulls the cardigan and camisole off last, and then settles onto the black sheets of her bed to start in earnest. 

She hadn't cum with Attorney O'Neal, but he had brought her close to it - and her arousal hasn't lessened in the span of minutes since she left his office. So despite the audience (or likely, in part, because of it), Ms. Duquethe caresses a hand down along her body, starting at her collarbone and trailing over a breast, along the flat plane of her stomach, and finally to the black lace of her panties. That hand settles there, with three fingers curling down over the mound of her hidden sex, caressing and stroking against the slick lace of her damp panties. Her eyes find the camera lens, and hold there while her eyes grow half-lidded and her lips part with a quiet moan for her audience. 

As her fingers caress, the intern's other hand cups over her breast, kneading and stroking while her back arches from the bed in slow, erotic display. Ms. Duquethe's eyes close fully then, as the lace of her fingers grows more and more slick against her crotch, and the panties go from damp to sodden, so that when she moves her hand away and draws it back up the line of her body, her audience will see everything: the way the black lace clings to her folds, now made sheer with her desire so that the inviting shape of her pussy is unmistakable and possibly more erotic than it would have been naked. That hand gliding up her body leaves a glistening trail, until she finds her parted lips with it and paints her arousal across them - and then suckles each finger slowly, one at a time, with her cheeks hollowing and her throat spilling a low moan around her digits. 

For just a moment, thoughts flicker through Ms. Duqethe's mind as she begins masturbating. She thinks of how fortunate she is to get hired for the internship given how well it pays, and how each of the partners enjoy her in different fashions - and she enjoys them. She thinks, too, of how her watcher at the other end of the webcam has never used her for anything else, and then her official title comes to mind: Office Whore. The title itself, as it rises to the front of her mind, makes her groan deeply just as her fingers finally slip beneath the black lace of her panties, so that her watcher can see the sodden-silk-shaped outline of her fingers as they stroke along her slit. Her eyes close a moment then, and then open to look again directly at the camera as she moans, and shapes words this time within that moan: "The Office Whore." 




The Intern



With the title spoken aloud, Ms. Duquethe has to bite at her lip as her fingers - two, each slender and each well practiced - curl within the panties, and then press up against her own slit, parting her petals and sliding in, in, until only the last knuckle of each remain to press against the sodden lace. The sensation of that penetration makes her breath catch and makes her groan deeply once more, and her back arched further from the bed while her hips shift and writhe. A small shift ensures that her watcher will have a view of her crotch, of her silk-covered fingers and hand, and of her face as she looks down the line of her body and watches her own image on the monitor, as if she is watching another woman masturbate for her own pleasure. 

But over the last few months of her employment, Ms. Duquethe has been playing this game: masturbating for her unseen audience, and though she has enjoyed every moment of it, she is determined to be called to the watcher's office for more hands-on time. For that reason, she has picked up a package - and it is that package she grabs next, just as her hand withdraws from her panties with her fingers glistening wetly. While she opens the package out of sight of the camera, her wet fingers are held up to the lens, the two digits parting in a V so that the watcher can see just how wet she is. Her arousal makes her fingers alternately slick and sticky, and as those digits part, her nectar hangs between them in gossamer strands. 

Once the package is fully prepared, she finally sits more upright so that the watcher can see what she has procured: a cock, shaped to anatomical perfection, large and wide, jutting from where it has been suction cupped to the headboard. Again, Ms. Duquethe cleans her fingers, and then she rolls over onto her knees, with one hand on the mattress while the other returns to its task, though only after her panties are gone and forgotten. Her audience, then, is presented with two views, each exquisite: her fingers sliding again into her sodden cunt from behind and her ass writhing; and her mouth kissing first at the head of the dildo, and then pressing forward slowly so that inch by slow inch, the toy disappears into her mouth. 

When she draws back away from the faux cock, it is left gleaming with her saliva. But she takes it again, and again, and again, bobbing forward and moaning around it as if it were attached to a man rather than a headboard. She can't take all ten inches of the toy, but she comes close and closer to it with every stroke, until at last she withdraws a last time and remains briefly connected to it only by a string of saliva that finally snaps. Then the intern turns again, while her hand strokes the dildo as if it were real, and positions herself so that the cock nestles against her waiting, empty, wet slit. With her cheek pressed to the mattress, Ms. Duquethe stares at the camera and moans while her hips rock slowly back, impaling herself on the cock - and unlike with her mouth, with her cunt she takes all of it, stretching herself wide while moaned obscenities spill past her lips, made intimate even for the microphone: "Oooh, fuuuuck. God, it's so big." 

Ms. Duquethe shivers as she slowly rocks against the dildo again and again. Her eyes close, and her lips shape quiet words and softly panted groans as she rides the cock. The air fills with the wet sounds of her fucking, interspersed and spiced with the vocal sounds of her lust and the words she shapes, almost indiscernible within the rest. With her eyes closed, it takes several moments before the intern 

realizes she has been given a command on the monitor of her laptop, and only after it beeps once and insistently does she open her eyes again to look. 

"Cum," the single word stands out sharply in text large enough for her to read where she is. 

So cum she does. Ms. Duquethe straightens on the bed until she is on hands and knees, her back dipped into a subtle arch, and her head turned with her hair flung to the other side so that she can watch the camera and be watched in turn. Then she fucks herself in earnest on the cock, slamming back into it hard enough that the smack of her ass against the headboard is impossible for the microphone to miss, and hard enough that the headboard shakes with each impact. It takes only a moment, then, for her to finish - and when she does, the intern cries out with delight, a single expletive-laced breath that pushes up from her chest forcefully while her pussy clenches and clamps around the dildo: "Holyfuckfuckfuuuuuuuuuck." 

She shudders as she cums, and her hips spasm with the force of the orgasm while she leaks around the faux cock still buried inside her body, still hard and never softening. It takes her several moments to regain control of herself, and in that time she does nothing but shudder and moan as the orgasm rides through her and overwhelms her. Then, at last, she comes back to reality and slides off the toy with panted little breaths, moaning again as the head finally slides out. She collapses to the bed then, and turns just enough to look at the toy that she has left glistening with her cum, and dripping with a gossamer, thick string of the same. 

She almost naps then and there. But Ms. Duquethe keeps the presence of mind to look over at the laptop, and notices that the camera has been turned off. Another text box remains on the screen to taunt and tantalize her with its promise: 

"Clear your schedule after 5pm. I will see you today." 

Chapter 3 

By Anya W. Vossand 

Five PM is so far away, but still, Anne is excited. Her cam show concluded hours ago, and since then she's freshened up in the bathroom, cleaned her toys and packed them away, and has gotten to work on her filing. Somehow the paperwork has become a sexual torment all on its own. Her mornings are typically booked by either Attorney O'Neal or Attorney Connelly, and then there's a long stretch of dull busy work before she's scheduled to see the other one. This afternoon, after lunch, she will be seeing Attorney Connolly, and her thighs press and rub together eagerly in her chair as she continues with her data entry. 

Unlike Attorney O'Neal, Attorney Connelly is an older man. He's handsome and stylish, his hair white and always impeccably groomed while his face is always clean shaven. Despite being efficient with her more mundane activities, Anne can do little other than watch the clock as it ticks down to 1:30 PM. And when it finally gets around to 1:15, she's out of her seat, out of her office, and walking downstairs. 

The break room is a shared space with another office, and she makes sure that she's always put together and professional in appearance when she goes there. Right now she prepares a mug of coffee, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar, before carrying it back with her upstairs to arrive at Attorney Connelly's door at precisely 1:30. The latch is pushed down and she slips inside, closing the door behind her. 

The man himself, as always, is dressed in a high-quality charcoal gray suit and a tie, his eyes scanning over a report. Anne carefully sets the mug of coffee down on his desk, though he doesn't look up at her, his mind still busy as he looks over the details of this particular case file. She doesn't need any instruction to proceed, of course. Attorney Connelly is a man of habit, and always desires the same sort of thing. 

While he sips at his coffee and reads further into the file, Anne undresses completely, save for her boots. It's chilly in his office, which is bigger and more opulent than Attorney O'Neal's, but once she slips in beneath his desk to kneel between his elegant legs, the air warms up comfortably enough. His cock is already out, and in the dim light she can find it easily, her fingers stroking it before she shifts in between his thighs and starts to suck him. 

Unlike the toy on her bed, Attorney Connelly's cock is of average size, and with him she can take nearly all of it into her mouth at once, swallowing at it greedily. His game, of course, is to ignore her. As much as Attorney O'Neal delighted in stimulating her, this man prefers to neglect her. For the first few weeks she hadn't understood, servicing him under his desk until he'd cum in her mouth. But after a while she'd started to realize that he simply enjoyed the act of ignoring her. 

This time, however, as she sucks him she can feel his elegant wingtip slide in between her thighs to nudge at her wet, tingling cunt. At first she shivers, lifting her hips. But then she sinks back down onto his shoe, grinding against it and polishing it with her need. Her success on the cam has made her so excited and aroused that she's become daring. 

With her cardigan so nearby, she pulls the cell phone from its pocket, and while she's sucking him deeply she sends him an email: 

Please, Sir, fuck me in the ass. I'm a dirty whore and I need it. 

The phone is slid back into her cardigan and she waits, bobbing her head and grinding on his shoe, until at last his computer dings, signaling a new arrival to his inbox. Anne's stomach twists with anticipation - has she overstepped herself? She can hear him shift in his seat, can hear the mouse click, and she hears him grunt in consideration. 

"You're a filthy bitch, aren't you, Anne?" Attorney Connelly purrs in his always professional voice. 

"Mmhmm" she groans into his cock, swallowing until at last he guides her head away and moves his chair back. 

He growls, his hand gesturing with quick agitation. "Get up, slut." 

She nervously gets to her feet, shivering in the chill of the room, her cheeks flushed hotly and her lips shining and full as she looks at him. Attorney Connelly is on his feet as well, glaring at her before he narrows his eyes and spins her around. He puts a hand on her shoulder and shoves her forward until her stomach is pressed to the chilly hard wood of his desk. His feet kick her booted ankles apart, and he spreads her cheeks to look at her star. 

"You want me to fuck your back door, is that what you want?" he growls, spitting down into her spread cleft. The hot wad of saliva lands on her pucker and makes her clench, biting her lower lip. 

"Yes, Sir" she murmurs shyly. In the next moment she gasps as he digs a finger into her tight sphincter, wriggling it around. "Sir!" she cries, her hips tensing at the sensation. 

His digit, slightly gnarled with age, pushes into her, hooking before it pulls out. "You filthy, nasty bitch..." comes his growled voice again as he starts to fuck her with his finger, pushing in a second one to join the first. "You come in here and suck my dick every day, swallow it, and leave. Why do you think I should fuck you like this?" 

"B... because..." she stammers, her cheeks burning half with excitement and half with the fear that she's actually making him angry. 

There's great contempt in his voice as he grates "you're disgusting. But maybe all you're meant for is a good ass fucking." 

Anne's arms gather beneath her chest, her fingers curled, her breasts squashed over her knuckles. "Y... Yes, Sir" she whispers, biting her lip. 

His fingers pull out of her ass, and he bends over, sliding his tongue over her pucker before pushing the squirming, wriggling muscle in. It makes her bite her wrist to keep from crying out, the alien sensation making her almost feel ill. It doesn't last long, and his tongue is replaced by the insistent head of his cock, pushing at her reluctant orifice. "Stupid bitch, stop denying me." His hand slaps hard on her right hip, and Anne yelps, taking in a deep breath and trying to relax as well as she can. 

The insistent, hard press of his dick finally overpowers her tight ring, and he pops inside, his crown viced by her body. Attorney Connelly swears under his breath, his hands clamping on her hips as he saws himself slowly inside of her tightest hole. The snug fit hurts, her skin tight with tension, her nipples hard buds against her hands. When he pulls her hips back in a sharp tug, the skin of her stomach and chest squeals over the desk top, the sudden, jerking pull burying him inside of her those last few inches. The man's sack, already tight and tense, rubs against the girl's needy slit, making her moan hotly. 

After that he moves her hips for her, using her as a toy to fuck himself with. Attorney Connelly watches with an almost cruel set to his features as he moves her for his use, watching her tremble, shiver, and shake as his cock stretches her abused ring, sinking into her slender, pale hips. He can feel the trickle of hot need leaking from her slit and down over his balls, and when he finally cums and plunges himself into her completely, he groans at the feel of it, of being soaked. 

His throbbing, pulsing cock fills her rectum, this tryst done without a condom of any sort. He's not quite done spurting when he pulls out of her, aiming his jets to land on her contracting star, glazing it and leaving it red and sore. 

For a long series of minutes, Attorney Connelly ignores her again, wiping down his penis before tucking it back into his slacks. Anne shivers on his desk, only slowly pressing herself up to stand, cheeks burning and head hanging. There's the sound of fabric rustling, of a jacket being pulled off and a sleeve rolled up, and then Attorney Connelly guides her to stand up and rest back against him, his left hand crossed over her bare chest while his right slides down her stomach and between her legs. 

A hot whisper slips into her ear as he snarls "Whore." The heavy, molten need in that single word makes her stomach twist and her eyes close, and soon his fingers are rubbing at her pussy. She jerks and grits her teeth, and his left arm curls more tightly around her to hold her still. His lips wetly press to her neck, suckling on her skin as his right hand pinches her clit and rubs it hard, forcing her to obey. "Finish, bitch. Get it over with." 

As she trembles and tenses, she can feel not just her own cum leak out of her, but his as well, oozing from her clenched ass. It dribbles over his fingers when he moves his hand behind her, rubbing between her cheeks, spreading both of their fluids around to mix them, from star to pussy and back again. "Filthy, filthy, filthy cunt" he growls, before tilting her head up so he can crush his lips against hers. 

Even as he kisses her, his tongue slowly invades her mouth, just as his semen-laced fingers invade her pussy, pushing his seed inside her. Seed that had just moments ago been in her ass. She heats up, feeling disgusting and aroused because of it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks on his tongue, much like she'd sucked on his dick. The flavor of his cock is still on her tongue, his pre salting it, offered to him as he plunders her mouth with his kiss. It's too much to bear, and she shudders, tightening, gripping at his hands, at his wrists with tingling, shaking fingers. Around his digits her cunt tightens and spasms, his slow, thrusting intrusion drawing out her pleasure as he holds her firmly against him. 

Slowly, very slowly, his demeanor changes. His body behind her relaxes, and the kiss becomes sweeter and softer. Soon she can feel his hand move away from between her legs, only to arrive again with a paper towel to clean her up thoroughly. When he finishes, Anne shivers and trembles, easily guided to sit in his lap as Attorney Connelly takes a seat in his chair once more. His slender arms curl around her, and she lays her cheek on his shoulder, her eyes closed. 

"You're such a good girl, Anne. Beautiful, clever... Please know I don't mean any of that, my precious darling" he says gently, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

She knows. Out in public, Attorney Connelly is always a soft-spoken, genial, polite, kind man. He'd never once been mean to her in any other facet of her job, and so she'd known that this, now, was all part of his game. Still... "You were very convincing Sir," she whispers, eyes closed over her hotly flushed cheeks. He pouts and embraces her, pressing a kiss to her forehead even as she smiles. "You should bring that attitude to court, Sir." 

The man chuckles, rubbing at her upper arm gently, then sliding his touch down along her outer thigh. "I wouldn't want the witnesses to cry, my darling. You're made of much sterner stuff than they are." He tilts her chin towards him, and asks sternly "There have been no problems with your birth control implant?" 

His stern gaze makes he guts coil pleasantly, like she's in some kind of delicious trouble. "No Sir, no problems." 

The man nods approvingly and caresses her leg, and Anne smiles, enjoying cuddling with him. This, too, is part of the game - neglect (and now cruelty) during the sex, and then gentle, affectionate care afterward. 

"Now, I was going to ask you to run a few errands for me downtown, but seeing as you may be a little sore..." 

The girl's head lifts, and she shakes her head. "I'm fine, Sir. Please don't worry about me." 

His kindly, bright blue eyes look at her sincerely. "Anne..." Her lips press into a line, and then she blushes and looks down, admonished. He tips up her chin again, and she looks at him guiltily. "What have we talked about?" 

She flushes again, and nibbles her lip. "If you think I'm not capable of a task, I shouldn't do it, Sir." He raises an eyebrow at her, and she swallows, adding "especially after my appointments." 

"That's right, my girl. Now, you run along and take a break. Drink some water, take some aspirin, and lie down." 

"But Sir! I have so much work..." she begins, but he simply gives her a stern look, and she silences herself, sending her gaze down to her knees. 

"Now off with you, Anne. I can't do my typing with you in my lap." 

And they'd tried it, once. It hadn't worked out very well. Anne sighs and moves from his lap to stand, taking a moment to get over the ache in her backside. Attorney Connelly just watches with amused affection as she gingerly dresses herself again, though he gives her a look that cuts off her last attempt at protesting. With a blush she smooths down her cardigan. "Is there anything else you need, Sir?" 

The man smiles, his eyes twinkling. "No, that will be all, Anne. Thank you." 

Chapter 4 

By Anya W. Vossand 

Being good and doing what Attorney Connelly tells her to do is difficult. She's had such an exciting day that it's hard to sit still. It's also hard to sit, period. A few aspirin, a bottle of water, and a lie down on the cot have helped, but Anne still feels anxious. The clock is taking forever to wind down to 5 pm, and at 3:30 pm she can't stand it anymore and sneaks out to get some lunch. 

It's still raining outside, so she brings her umbrella and coat, huddling into both as she jogs across the street and heads down the sidewalk. Attorney Connelly really was right to forbid her from running errands today - walking any more than this would really start to hurt. Taking the T home is going to be uncomfortable, but that's later - after her 5 pm appointment. 

Thinking about it makes her smile like a school girl, and she buys a chicken wrap, soda, and bag of chips from the convenience store. While doing so she's certain that she's getting strange looks. This is Boston, where one is supposed to keep feelings to oneself. If someone doesn't, that person is probably nuts. The other patrons give her a wide berth as she heads out, and not even the burst of rainy wind in her face dampens her mood. 

With the weather like it is, she brings her purchases back up to her office and sits at her desk to eat and watch youtube for a while. She knows that she's not supposed to do that sort of thing on the clock, but having worked through her lunch hour, she's owed a little respite. Plus, Attorney Connelly had told her to relax. Anne's teeth sink into the wrap as she leans back in her desk chair and watches clips from various comedy shows. The laughter from the audience doesn't quite fill her little office space, but even so it sits in an awkward juxtaposition beside the nervous anticipation she feels for her last appointment of the day. 




The Intern



By 4:45 pm her lunch has been eaten and the packaging has been crumpled up and deposited in her small trash bin. The quick rhythms of keystrokes are a louder background sound than the soft music she plays from her Pandora station, but the two blending together almost help her to get over the gut curling anxiety as the clock finally comes around towards 5 pm. She could do more busy work, and her chilled, shaky fingers are almost tempted to pull up the archiving program again and start in on a few more entries. But there isn't time for that. This is it, and Anne needs to be ready to face the most senior partner in the law firm - Attorney Healey. 

She's seen the woman several times before, and has always been struck by how stately she'd looked. Attorney Healey, she guesses, is somewhere between 40 and 50 years old, fit, somewhere near six feet tall in heels, and almost never smiles. Even during Anne's interview with each partner, she'd barely been able to make eye contact with the woman, finding herself stammering more often than not, blushing, and looking at her hands. Thankfully Attorney Healey hadn't minded, because she'd been offered the position later in the week. 

Yet since her first day some six months ago, Attorney Healey has never made use of her like the other two attorneys have. Anne has only ever brought the woman files, coffee, lunch, or run errands for her. Only for the head of the firm has she been an intern 100% of the time, and Anne had wondered before if Attorney Healey even knew about the sexual things she'd been doing with Attorneys O'Neal and Connelly. Of course, given the invitation, Anne guesses now that it's been Attorney Healey who has been the watcher on the webcams. So of course she knows. She has to know. 

Anne nibbles her lip, waiting outside the woman's office. The other two attorneys have left for the day, leaving just the two women alone on this floor. In fact, by 5 pm nearly the whole building is cleared out. She can hear the woman inside typing on her computer, and the girl fidgets before finally knocking. 

"Come in..." comes the voice, as cool as it's ever been. 

The girl takes in a deep breath through her nose, straightens her back, and pushes down the latch and step inside. The space is as severe as it always is, the tone of the décor black, white, and gray like the hallways. Clearly Attorney Healey's preferences dominate over the other partners'. Anne closes the door behind herself and lingers there, looking at the imposing woman behind the black desk. 

Attorney Healey is dressed in a black suit that hugs her narrow frame with subtle aggression. Her long, black hair is secured back behind her head, the long locks allowed to fall behind her rigidly straight back and the nape of her swanlike neck. The woman's jaw is an edge, her cheekbones are even sharper, and Anne can't stop looking at the woman's lips, dyed a deep plum. Eyeglasses with slender, black frames rest on her sharp nose, and green eyes look out past the lenses to the computer screen with an icy intensity that Anne would hate to face in a court room. 

When at last Attorney Healey stops and turns her head to look at Anne, the girl knows why the woman is so devastating in court - the look she gives while studying a person is withering in the extreme, and would make even hardened criminals quake in their boots. 

The girl swallows, fidgeting, and is quite unsure whether she wants to approach or run away. Those two desires pull at her equally, locking her in place. At least until Attorney Healey narrows her eyes and purrs "Lock the door and come here." 

Anne shivers and nods, turns towards the door, and locks it with trembling fingers. Then she moves closer, her black velvet boots silent with every step, until at last she stands on the client's side of desk. Attorney Healey slowly rises from her chair, the movement smooth and menacing all at once, and the intern grows tense, seeing how the other woman is wearing a black pencil skirt, black, silk panty hose, and three inch pumps in a glossy black. 

Unable to move again, Anne remains still as her most senior boss walks around the desk slowly, the hiss of her pantyhose rubbing together at the thigh just audible with every stride. The girl swallows, trembling harder as Attorney Healey's hand, with nails lacquered in a glossy plum the same color as her lips, caresses the girl's cheek, feeling how hot it is. 

"Attorneys O'Neal and Connelly speak highly of your work ethic," she murmurs, turning Anne's head to one side and then the other, examining her closely now in the privacy of her office, after hours. 

At first, all the girl can do is issue a shaky whimper, though after a moment she gets a hold of herself. "D... do they? That's ver..." she breaks off, closing her eyes as her boss slides the nail of her thumb over the girl's lower lip. Only when it fully passes by does she whisper "...very nice of them." Over hotly blushing cheeks, Anne looks up at Attorney Healey, the girl's pupils huge and nervous beneath demurely low lashes. 

"Mmm..." the taller woman hums, considering the girl for a moment. Her thumb slides back over Anne's lower lip, halting at the center before slowly pushing inward, demanding entrance to her mouth. 

The girl closes her eyes and slowly eases her jaw, letting the woman's thumb slide inside, pressing down on the tip of her tongue. Anne's soft pink lips, free now of their tint from the morning, wrap around the woman's digit and she gently sucks, too shy to look up, but brave enough to do this. Slowly, Attorney Healey's fingers wrap around, gripping the girl's chin and jaw, and like this she leads the girl slowly to the other side of the office, where an L-shaped black leather sofa waits. 

Anne follows along, her heart beating hard in her chest. When that thumb is withdrawn and she's guided to kneel on the carpeting, the girl complies without any resistance, her head still bowed in shyness. Anne's eyes flit nervously, taking in the details from her vantage point. The couch looks sturdy, the wood slightly scuffed at the legs. Her brows knit at the imperfection, and then she gasps as a band of black, completely opaque silk covers her eyes. 

"Be still" comes the stern voice of Attorney Healey, and Anne swallows and doesn't move, feeling as the band is knotted snugly behind her head. The cool fabric hugs the contours of her nose and cheeks and brows, and there's no way for light to get in. She can't see a thing. 

Every little sound, then, feels louder to her. The soft crush of Attorney Healey's pumps on the carpet nearby, or the rasp of the coffee table nearby being slid away to make room. Anne's head turns, trying to keep her ears trained on the sounds. When it's clear that her boss is standing just behind her, the girl's head snaps back to front with a soft gasp, and she straightens her back again, wanting desperately to be good. 

"Curious, aren't you?" muses the older woman, the mirth in her voice bleeding into a chuckle even as she removes Anne's cardigan, and then the camisole. 

With her chest bare, Anne's nipples tighten to the point of discomfort. The slow, cold feeling of a shoe's sole sliding against her back makes the intern shudder, and the pressure of it makes her lean forward, until she's on her hand's and knees. 

"Good girl" purrs her boss, who then proceeds to pull down her intern's skirt and underwear, leaving Anne only in her black, velvet boots. And the blindfold, of course. A cool hand grips at the girl's bare shoulder and pulls, guiding her back into a kneeling position. 

The next sensation comes along with the cold clink of steel links, and a heavy chain is draped around Anne's neck. At first the girl shivers and curls forward, wanting to toss the thing away but not daring to. The line around her neck pulls just tight enough for the links to be felt all the way around, but not tight enough to choke, and a padlock is clicked into place to transform the chain into a collar and leash in one. 

The rest of the chain, previously left slack to drape, heavy and cold, along Anne's back is lifted slowly, the links around her neck sliding, rotating, as the padlock is guided to the front. Attorney Healey's steps move around Anne's right side, until the leather of the couch cushions directly in front of the girl grunt and creak as they are sat upon. 

Anne can smell Attorney Healey's perfume, the scent of her shoes and stockings, the smell of her skirt. And she smells them even better as the chain puts pressure on the nape of her neck, drawing her forward, until at last she feels a silk-covered shin pressing up against her stomach and chest. 

"You can't be blamed for ignorance, Pet, so I will spend tonight instructing you on how to please me." 

Even as she speaks, the woman arches her foot, pressing her ankle up against Anne's bare sex. The girl gasps, her hands moving to press and clutch at her boss's calf. 

In a sharp gasp, she whispers "thank you, Ma'am." 

The sharp slap comes quick, the clap of it heard just before the sting is felt on Anne's left cheek. It makes the girl cry out and flinch, slender shoulders hunching forward. The chain, however, won't let her pull away, the pressure tugging her forward until her sternum is mashed up painfully against Attorney Healey's knee. "You will address me as Mistress in private. Anything else is inappropriate." Her tone, icy and stern, is still patient. 

"Yes, Mistress" Anne whispers, shivering, biting her lower lip as she's rewarded with the movement of her boss's foot again, grinding firmly up against her. She groans and clutches at that leg tighter, pressing her hips down and parting her legs even more. 

The chain pulls tight again, drawing Anne in closer and into the harbor of stocking-clad thighs as the older woman's legs part. Now the cool supple leather of the couch presses against the girl's bare chest, a soft cushion against which she's pulled harder, forcing her to scrape her stomach over that cushioned edge as her hands seek out and grip at her boss's knees. The girl's body rises up until her hips press to the leather, and the sly hiss of silk is a prelude to the cage those stockinged legs form, crossing over the girl's hips and thighs to lock her in place. 

Being so hemmed in, Anne gasps, tensing. At just that moment, her cheeks are cupped, and warm, hungry lips press to her own, kissing her deeply, devouring her timidity. This first kiss with a woman is electric for the girl, her spine easing, hips pressing unthinkingly into the front edge of the couch as her fingers slide up the older woman's thighs, feeling the slender, athletic muscles tense. It's electric, feeling this older, powerful woman respond to just her touch, and Anne moans softly into the kiss, swallowing slowly as lips part with a sinister, hedonistic languor. 

"I'm going to fuck you, Pet" whispers Attorney Healey, stealing Anne's breathe away and setting her to flush hotly. Somehow, that promise feels far dirtier and far more sinful than what Attorneys O'Neal or Connelly have ever done. It isn't because Attorney Healey is a woman. It's that Anne knows, with certainty, that she herself has no choice. 

Past dry lips, the girl, enchanted, breathes "Yes, Mistress", nearly swooning as a warm, slender palm caresses her cheek. 

That hand slides away, and Anne lets her head drop, her lips slightly parted as she breathes softly and slowly while she listens. The soft rustle of clothes is easy to hear, then the creak of the couch as Attorney Healey leans forward. A warm, flower scent wafts forward, and the older woman shifts forward even more, until Anne's cheek is brushed with warm, rounded lace. The girl hisses in a breath with surprise, her nose and lips brushing against the elegant embroidery of her boss's bra. 

With a purred growl, and a hand cupped behind Anne's head, the older woman commands "Kiss them." 

Anne shivers, feeling the palm at the back of her head, guiding her first to the other woman's right breast, and then her left, lips pressing to the lace. The hard buds of the woman's nipples are easily felt through the thin material, and soon that bud is bared and guided to graze slowly over the intern's quivering, reluctant lips. 

The girl's breath is held as she slowly, finally tilts her head and purses her lips around the small pebbled nub, suckling on it, lavishing attention to it with her warm, eager tongue. Again she can feel her boss react, the woman's back arching slightly, her body tensing, then shivering with pleasure. 

"Good, Pet." The hot way Attorney Healey breathes those words make Anne's pussy clench and ache. 

The mound of the older woman's breast softens and hangs freely as the bra cup is pulled down. The girl sighs as she feels that flesh relax by her mouth, her lips releasing the nipple with a pop to kiss and lick at the rest of her boss's tit. Soon, though, fingers curl into the chain collar and grip it, pulling her head away. Anne gulps as she's pressed back down to sit on her heels, her skin prickling with excitement and desire, her cheeks on fire as she's made to wait.  

Attorney Healey lazily gets up from the couch and walks over to her desk, leaving her intern to linger there, suffering with anticipation. There's a rustling by the desk, items being moved in a drawer, things being taken out, the drawer closing again. When her boss returns, Anne swallows and shivers, her back straightening as her arms are pulled behind her and her wrists are bound with handcuffs. The ratchet feels so loud as they click to the right tightness on her skin, and when the woman's hands move away, Anne tests the hold, groaning softly at how secure it is. 

Knees burn on the carpet as the girl is turned around and guided to lean back, shoulder blades pressed to the cushioned front edge of the couch, her head tilted back to rest on the seat. Again she's kissed, Attorney Healey's cool, long hair, now surely unbound, tickles along the girl's bare chest and neck as she looms over her. Anne can do little but kiss back, suckling on her boss's tongue, thighs parting as the touch of a cool, slender hand slides down from her chest to her stomach. 

All this time the chain had been left slack, and now it's guided to drape behind the girl's neck, pinned between her spine and the couch, and then back up through her thighs again. Anne shivers as the cold metal presses up against her heated, desperate pussy, her teeth clenching and chest tightening as she whines. A deep, sadistic chuckle sounds from above, and then the cushion to the left of Anne's head groans as a knee is pressed to it. 

A burn at the girl's scalp flares as her hair is gripped tight, her head held back as a humid, savory, pleasant scent surrounds her. The sound of her breath is close to her ears, and Anne shivers, trembling again. She's so close, her boss's secret, forbidden flesh less than an inch away from her mouth. Every inhalation draws in more of that seductive scent, her mouth watering, lips parting, tingling as she slides her tongue along them. 

And at just that moment, a droplet of nectar, of pure lust and desire, lands upon Anne's bared tongue by accident, trailing heavily over her lip and down into her throat. She gasps, her chest rising and falling, excitement and fear swirling in her mind at once. She's never done this, not once. But how can she say that a line hasn't been crossed now? That it hadn't been crossed miles back? In spite of herself, her neck arches, tongue lifting to slide delicately along that perfect, smooth, glazed slit. 

Both women shiver at that first contact, and there's no time for a second timid lick before Attorney Healey grinds her pussy down over Anne's eager mouth. The chain is pulled up, drawing it tight as a bow string against the girl's pussy, and against this the intern grinds desperately, groaning between her boss's legs. 

"Yes, good Pet. Eat me. Taste me, deeply, as far as you can go." The couch creaks as her boss leans on her knee more heavily, the soft shift of clothing on clothing suggesting that the woman above is arching her back and letting her head tilt back with delight. "Yes, good..." 

Anne's splayed fingers brace on the carpet, her thighs and hips tense as she works against her chain. The girl's flat stomach ripples with the effort, her small breasts firm, buds painfully hard. Attorney Healey's nectar dribbles down her intern's flushed cheeks, smearing there with the movements of thighs and head alike. After a final, quivering jerk of the older woman's hips, one molten trickle slides down over the girl's chin and down her throat, warming her already heated skin. 

Suddenly a rush of cool air strikes Anne's bare face as her boss moves away, leaving the girl gasping and panting, her face glistening up to her cheeks. Again a hand grips at her collar and pushes her backward, until the dip of her lower back is cushioned by the front edge of the sofa seat, her weight now borne on the balls of her feet. The shift disorienting, especially when she's kissed furiously again. It distracts the girl enough that when she's gripped under her ass, hips lifted and legs parted further, she hardly notices, her legs parting and her stomach and chest grinding against her boss's bare stomach and bra. 

Still they kiss, the girl's elbows bent to brace on the couch's seat, wrists still bound with the cuffs. The cool feel of a dildo at Anne's pussy makes her moan, then cry out in surprise and soft discomfort as she's penetrated hard. The other woman is on her knees in front of the couch and between Anne's parted thighs, strong hands pulling the girl down onto her strap on. Anne quivers as her hips are moved for her, her booted feet pressed to the carpet to help with the movements. 

Attorney Healey's hands grip hard at the girl's waist, lacquered nails digging into soft, milky flesh. The same, tender flesh quivers and quakes with every concussion of hips against hips. Anne wonders suddenly if this is being recorded. The woman has a definite fetish for watching her on a screen - is there a camera on her now? She hadn't noticed any, but since she's been blindfolded, it's been hard to tell. 

The very thought, of being naked, blindfolded, chained, and used is arousing on its own. To think that there might be permanent evidence of her debasement? Anne's breathing quickens, washing out of her nose hotly against her boss's cheek as she draws closer and closer, holding off with every scrap of will power she has. Until, at long last, the kiss is broken. 

"Cum, now" the older woman hisses against Anne's throat, and she slides her tongue from the girl's collar bones, over the chain, and up along the bumps of her larynx, licking up the spill of her own cum. 

The intern grits her teeth and tilts her head back, shivering before she jerks, her thighs tensing and clamping around her boss's hips. A heated, harsh cry shrieks out of her throat, allowed to ring out and fill the office. The toy buries itself in her body and stays there as the girl quakes, her pussy clenching around the silicone shaft, hips grinding hard against it beyond her control. 

The aftermath is a haze. The press of lips against lips in a slow indulgence once Anne's voice dies away, save for the soft whimpers as she's moved up and lain down on the couch on her side. The feel of a warm, wet hand towel rubbing gently over the girl's face makes her shiver, her entire body overly sensitive even to that delicate sensation. The cloth is rubbed over her everywhere, bathing her face, neck, chest, and between her legs. A few moments pass, and then she can feel her panties being pulled up around her boots to her hips and settled in place. The feel of the light crotch against her pussy makes her groan, her legs curling and pressing together, though the grip of the hands maneuvering her still make her move as necessary to get her skirt back on. 




The Intern



"Sit up, Pet" coos Attorney Healey, and only once Anne sits up, with assistance, the cuffs are removed, as is the chain leash, and her camisole is pulled down over her head, her limp arms guided through the arm holes. The same is done with the girl's cardigan, until she's dressed once again. 

A minute or two pass by then, the girl left to sit and regain her faculties, the blindfold still on. The sound of Attorney Healey refastening her blouse, then pulling on her underwear, stockings, and pumps once again is crisp and easy to hear in the calm, serenely quiet office. At last the woman comes back, gently undoing the knot at the back of Anne's head and pulling the ribbon of silk away. 

"There we are, Pet." 

The intern's eyes open slowly, her pupils enormous, eyes hazy with lust and satisfaction. "Thank you, Mistress" she murmurs, still in a daze. 

Her boss chuckles, helping Ann to her feet, then supporting her with an arm around the waist as the girl nearly falls back down to the couch. She grips at her boss's coat, tucking in against her for a moment, sweetly overwhelmed. The attorney's hand rubs over the girl's back, comforting her without rushing her. 

Dreamily, the girl lifts her head, blinking slowly as if drugged until the older woman's face becomes as clear and distinct as it's going to be in her vision right now. "Did I do alright, Mistress?" she asks timidly. 

The two of them walk to the door of the office, and Anne waits in nervous silence as the attorney shuts off the lights and grabs her coat. The office door is locked behind her, and she turns around to see the intern looking up at her, eyes wide like saucers, like a puppy who's never been loved. 

The older woman sighs with pleasure, cupping the girl's cheek affectionately. "You were perfect, Anne." 

The girl looks confused for a moment, then realizes where she is. No longer in the office, the game is over, and she almost seems disappointed as she says softly "I'm glad, Ma'am." 

A few long, silent moments pass, and then, to Anne's surprise, Attorney Healey pulls her in for a gentle, sweet kiss. It's the sort that forces the girl to lift up on her tiptoes, and her fingers grip the lapels of her boss's black, woolen coat. "Go get your things, Pet" she whispers, almost inaudibly against Anne's lips, and the girl blinks, looking up into the woman's green eyes as her boss informs her "we're going to go get some dinner. You and me." 

With the brightest grin, Anne bounces on her toes before she darts into her office, fetches her things, and tugs on her coat. She then walks close by her boss's side once more as they both head down the stairs and out into the rainy, Boston night.