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Working Late

By: greyhound_guy30



I think the song goes "Deadlines and Commitments. What to leave in, what to leave out...." I live that line. As soon as I meet one commitment another deadline comes along. It cost me my marriage because I eat, sleep and breathe work.

My life was really boring. That changed one night.

I found myself alone working late into the evening on yet another deadline. All my Coworkers had gone home hours earlier. Hector the janitor stopped by my office.

Hector's family was from Mexico but he had lived all his life in LA. He was about 5'9 and muscular. Hector had black hair and dark Hispanic features. 

I am just little taller than Hector at 5'11 but a bit on the skinny side. I have blond hair and blue eyes.

"Steve, You working late again. They must pay you a lot. Your always here late."

I laughed. They did pay me well but I wasn't about to let the janitor know just how much. He seemed like a cool enough guy. We had developed a passing friendship. Often Hector, Jerome the night watchman and myself were the only ones in the building.

Hector said, "Talk to you later man, I got to clean out the storage room."

About an hour after Hector left I decided I needed a break. I went to the bathroom. On my way back to my office I heard some moaning coming from the break room. I opened the door and Hector was watching porno on the tv/vcr combo in the lounge. His pants were down around his ankles and Hector was fisting his rather large uncut brown cock. He didn't hear me come in. I stood there fascinated watching my Mexican friend jack off. I was very turned on by Hector masturbating in front of me.

I rubbed my cock through my pants as the Hector approached ejaculation. 

He came all over his hand and shirt. Then he did something that shocked me. Hector licked the cum from his fingers like it was cake batter. 

The erotic sight of my macho Hispanic friend eating his cum caused me to unload in my pants. The feeling of my jerking cock rubbing my underwear was incredible. 

I regained some of my senses and quickly left the lounge. 

I immediately ran into Jerome. I fell down as I bounced off of him.

Jerome is about 6'3" and his skin is very dark black. He keeps his head shaved smooth. The guard uniform he wears shows off his muscular frame. I am sure he played football at some time in the past. He is built like a linebacker.

I apologized, "Sorry about that Jerome."

"You ok Steve? Where are you headed in such a hurry?" Jerome said as he helped me up.

Embarrassed I made some lame excuse.

Jerome said, "It looks like you spilled something on yourself." He pointed out the growing wet spot on my pants.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean up. It was a close call but I didn't get caught. 

While wiping cum out of my pants, I remembered Hector tasting his load. With out really thinking about it I scooped a good amount and rubbed it on my lips. Tasting my cum, I discovered it wasn't half bad. 

I heard someone entering the restroom. I had to think fast. I quickly went to the urinal. 

I froze when Hector stepped up to urinal next to me. 

He said, "Hey Steve"

"Hi"

"You working hard or hardly working?"

I laughed nervously at his corny joke.

There wasn't a divider between the urinals so when Hector hauled out his brown sausage I saw it out the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but take a peek.

Hector then said something that changed my life forever, "Did you enjoy the show."

"What?"

"Earlier did you enjoy the show?"

I stared directly at the wall not knowing what to do.

"Easy Steve, it's cool." 

Hector had finished pissing but he didn't put his cock away. Instead he pealed the foreskin back to reveal his fat brown mushroom head.

I stared at his cock. My dick grew hard in my hand.

He slowly stroked his growing cock. I wanted to leave or tell him to fuck off. I couldn't I just stood there holding my dick as Hector jacked off next to me.

He said, "Hey Steve how about giving a guy a hand." As if in a trance, my hand reached for his brown cock. It was hot to the touch and fatter around than mine.

"That's it jack my cock."

I complied, stroking my cock in time with Hectors. I jacked Hector's cock for a few minutes.

"The bathroom is too risky, let's go to your office." 

When we got to my office, I shut the door.

Hector pushed me to my knees and said, "Suck my dick man. You want to taste my brown cock so here is your chance."

I open my mouth to protest. Hector forced his cock into my open mouth. It smelled sweaty, manly and funky all at once. It tasted salty but not bad. I found myself enjoying sucking cock.

"That's it suck my cock. I have wanted to fuck your mouth for months now."

The thought that Hector had been lusting after me for a while both disturbed and thrilled me at the same time.

Hector came quickly. His hot load filled my mouth. A small amount of cum dripped down my chin. His brown cock softened in my Mouth.

Hector said, "Steve, your one hell of a cock sucker. Thank. See you later." He zipped up and left me licking my fingers. It was amazing, I felt so excited. I cleaned up as best as I could.

I sat at my desk re-living, the whole encounter over and over again. I kept remembering the smell of Hector's cock, the feel of that brown dick sliding past my lips, and the taste of his hot load. I was a little scared that he would show up at my office at some later time to make fun of me for sucking his cock. 

As excited as I was, I knew what had happened could never happen again. The scandal it would cause was too risky to ignore. I could lose my job. Also I wasn't gay. I could imagine the talk around the water cooler. 

They would say things like, "Hey you know that guy Steve over in engineering, well I heard from Hector that he loves sucking cock. In fact he begged Hector to suck his cock. I always thought that Steve was little odd. I didn't know he was a cocksucking fag." 

I knew my imagination was getting away from me but for a homophobic guy who had just had his world turned upside down, I imagined the worst. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I went home. 

For the next few weeks, instead of working late I came in early to avoid Hector. I did plenty of soul searching and decided I was straight with slight bi-tendencies. It sounds stupid but you would be amazed at what a person can convince themselves. Apart from a few dreams of me sucking some anonymous brown cock until it shot cum all over my face, the whole incident was forgotten. 

About a Month later, I had been working on another project and before I realized it, I was the only one left at the office. I had my head buried in some proposed solution to a problem when Hector showed up at my door.

"How it hanging. Long time no see."

I replied nervously, "Hi Hector. How are things with you?"

We made small talk but didn't mention our last encounter. I kept imagining his brown cock during the conversation and was glad when he left.

After he left. I thought that wasn't too bad maybe he won't say anything more about us. I was truly relieved.

Over the next week slowly I began to relax. Hector would stop by and chat occasionally but he never mentioned what had happened.

Then late on Friday that week, the office had cleared out early for the weekend but I needed to wrap up the latest project so I stayed late again. I had just finished the final touches on the last piece of the project. I had planned to go out after to celebrate. My phone rang it was Jerome the night watchman. He asked if I would stop by the security office on before leaving for the night. It seemed like an odd request but Jerome assured me it was no big deal so I locked up and went to Jerome's station.

Jerome said, "Have a seat." "No thanks. I have to go. What did you need?" "Steve, Did you know that this room is one the few offices that doesn't have a security camera." "No. So what." "I see a whole lot of weird shit here. Like this." He pressed play on a VCR. 

I was shocked it was Hector standing at my desk. I was on my knees sucking his fat cock.

I said, "Stop it. Stop the tape."

Jerome laughed, "Hector says you are one hell of a cocksucker. So I thought I bet Steve would do just about anything to not let his buddies know he likes sucking Mexican cock."

Jerome unzipped his pants. He hauled out a heavyweight black cock. It was longer than Hector's brown dick by at least two inches.

I said, "Jerome don't do this. I am not gay."

"But you like sucking cock. Or is it just brown cock you like."

"No."

"No what. Look you have a choice. Suck my black dick and I will erase the tape or I will have to show this to my boss and the company will know about Steve the brown dick sucking fag."

His cock was huge. I found myself wanting to lick it. Wanting to stroke it. I reached for his cock. Jerome laughed. He knew what my decision was. 

I licked his hard ebony meat. He said, "That is a good little white boy. All you white boys love sucking Jerome's nightstick. Almost as much as the white girls."

I took as much of that man's cock into my mouth as I could. Jerome grabbed the back of my head and forced me to swallow the rest of his dick. I almost choked. 

Jerome let me catch my breath and then he forced fed me his nightstick like dick again. This went on until eventually I was able to suck almost all of his ebony cock without pause.

I heard Hector's voice from the doorway. "See, I told you he is one hell of a cocksucker. You can tell he is new at it but you can't beat the effort."

Jerome replied, "Sure he can suck cock but can he handle getting fucked by my king sized black cock."

I stopped sucking and said, "I am not getting fucked. No way."

Jerome said, "Hey cocksucker, I wasn't asking you. If I want to make you my fuck bitch, I will. Now suck my cock."

I obeyed. I was scared of him.

Hector dropped his pants and slapped his brown cock up side my face a couple times.

Jerome grabbed me by the hair and said, "Open your eyes and look at me while you suck my cock."

I looked up his dark black muscular torso into his eyes as I swallowed his nasty dick.

"Get undressed and go lay on the table over there."

I undressed. I was ashamed that my cock was rock hard. I lay on the table on my back. The tabletop was shorter than my body, so my head and feet hung off the end. Jerome had me suck his black cock from that position. They decided that Hector fuck me first. He propped my feet on the table exposing my asshole. Hector lubed his brown fuckpole. As he pushed his cock past my virgin sphincter, I struggled on the table.

Hector said, "hold still man, relax and it will go in easier." 

I tried to concentrate on sucking Jerome's huge black cock. The pain and pleasure of Hector's invasion of my asshole kept drawing my attention to the Mexican janitor's cock fucking me. At some point during the fucking and sucking the pleasure increased past the level of the discomfort and I began to really enjoy being fucked.

Jerome recognized the change in my attitude. He said, "It looks like Steve is enjoying getting you Mexican cock Hector. Lets see how he like my black dick." They switched places. 

Jerome's enormous black monster felt like it was splitting me in two as he shoved it up my asshole. He didn't pause, only kept forcing more of that fat salami up my tight hole. I opened my mouth to scream and Hector filled it with his nasty cock. Jerome laughed, "I love to watch them the first time my big fucker opens their hole up. At first you would think I was killing them."

Hector said, "Fuck that ass bro. Steve how do you like that big black dick up your ass. What's that? I can't understand you. Have you ever heard it's impolite to talk with your mouth full of cock?"

They both laughed at Hector's joke.

Jerome's huge cock rubbed prostrate as he fucked me. I had sporadically felt the same thing when Hector had fucked me. With Jerome it built steadily until the sensation was too much for me and I came all over myself. I had never heard of anything like it. Jerome had fucked the cum out of me. I didn't even touch my cock. I guess the way my ass muscles gripped his cock caused Jerome to cum only moments after me. Not wanting to be left out Hector fucked my throat faster and came a massive load in mouth. 

Jerome made Hector lick his cock clean. He said, "It looks like it is time for my rounds. Thanks the fuck Steve. Let me know when you want me to fuck you again." He tucked his black cock into his uniform pants. Jerome left Hector and I alone. 

Hector said, "Damn that Jerome he is a real ass but he sure has a nice fat cock." I agreed as I lay there with his cum oozing from my well-fucked asshole. I was exhausted and tingling all over. Hector helped me get dressed. Somehow I managed to drive home. I called in sick the next day. My whole body was sore, especially my asshole. When I returned to work I found the surveillance tape on my desk. I was elated. Jerome was giving me an out. I wasn't so sure I wanted to take it. 

After some serious consideration, I left him a message with my home address, asking him to stop by over the weekend. I kept the tape as a souvenir.

Working Late



The phone rang on Clare's desk. She picked up the receiver. It was her husband.

"Hello darling, how's it going?" he asked.

"Tied up again Steve. This project is taking longer than I thought. I should be finished though in a couple of hours."

"I'm on my way home. Do you want me to drop in with a bite to eat?"

Clare glanced down at her skirt rucked up around her waist. Her stillettos were perched on the edge of the desk, her thighs spread wide and her knickers hanging off one ankle. The office manager was licking slowly up and down the length of her pussy lips. The situation was making her very wet.

"Oh no darling, don't bother. My work colleague is just having a snack right now." She ran her hand through John's hair and pulled his face harder between her legs. His hands ran up and down her nyloned legs, sending cold shivers through her body.

"I'll grab something to eat when he's done," she continued, "anyway tell me about your day." Clare suddenly had a wanton idea. Cupping John's chin with her hand, she made him stand up in front of her. With her husband droning on she unzipped the young man's trousers and pulled his cock out. It bobbed in front of her, long and hard. Grasping the shaft she fed the helmet past her glossy lips and into her hot mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before sucking on his meat. She couldn't help make faint slurping noises in her attempt to give John the best blowjob of his life.

"What are you eating?" her husband suddenly asked.

She withdrew from John's cock but kept it within reach of her tongue.

"Just a sweet to keep me going. It's one of those hard ones so I'm sucking on it." She flicked her tongue over John's helmet. She loved his taste and of course the fact that she was talking on the phone to her husband whilst sucking another cock. She pumped the cock with her fist.

"I'll see you around 9 then," Steve said and rang off. Clare put the phone down and looked up at John.

At the same moment her husband was watching her through the glass doors of her office. Concealed by the tall fern in the doorway he had a perfect view of what his wife was doing with the young man. He had stopped by her office to surprise her and ended up being the one surprised. There she was legs spread for another man, smearing her sexy lipstick up and down his cock while on the phone to him. The situation was too exciting to walk away from.

Clare lifted her legs up and parted her pussy lips with her painted nails.

"Get your tongue back up my pussy. You haven't finished your snack," she giggled. John knelt down and plunged his tongue back up Clare's tunnel.

"Ooh yes," she hissed, "fuck me with your tongue." She ground her pussy against his face, pulling him in by the back of his head. Her gyrating motions smothered his face in her fuck juice. Wanting more she grabbed her ankles and pulled herself even wider open.

"You dirty slut," breathed John, taking a break from licking, "look at you, legs spread in stockings and heels, exposing your holes."

"Well don't just look, lover, lick my slutty holes, both of them. Give me a good rimming before you stick that cock in my cunt."

Aroused by her language, John licked her tight arsehole, prodding his tongue as far as he could. Clare's fingers slid down to her clit and started to rub furiously.

"Ah yes," she moaned, "lick my arse, I've been thinking about this all day. Give it to me, lick it loverboy."

John's tongued probed her back passage as his hands ran up and down her nyloned legs.

"Mmm, a stocking man. You know I put these on for you. It made me so wet this morning getting dressed, thinking of your reaction when you would see what I was wearing underneath my skirt."

"And you've been teasing me all day, you sexy bitch, crossing your legs and bending over. You should hear some of the comments from the others," he replied.

"Well I've got lots of sexy outfits," Clare continued, "so I'll just have to make it a habit to dress in stockings and suspenders. My husband loves me to dress up. You'll have to come round one day and I'll give you a little fashion show. But right now I want your cock in my pussy."

John stood up and told Clare to take her skirt off. She turned round and unzipped the skirt. She slowly pulled it over her hips and bent forward to show John her arse framed in its suspender belt.

"You like?" she purred.

"Oh fuck yeah," John moaned pulling on his cock.

"Look at my sexy arse, you can't resist it can you? I want to feel your length up me. I'm so wet from fucking around like this."

On the other side of the glass Steve also had his cock out, wanking over the spectacle of his wife about to fuck another man. She stepped out of the skirt and put one leg up on the desk, making her pussy open up.

" Come on then, fill me up, give me a good fucking baby, show me what you can do."

John prodded at her pussy entrance with his helmet, teasing her by dipping it in, making it slick with her juices.

"Give it to me," she said more urgently, "fuck me, fuck me now." She pushed back and let out a long moan as John's cock slid all the way in. Holding onto her hips John began to move in and out in a steady motion. It was driving Clare crazy.

"Harder," she hissed, "pound my pussy. God I feel naughty doing this, but I can't resist a stud like you. My husband would love to watch you fucking me, but I couldn't wait. He loves it when other men pump my pussy. He gets off on watching my cunt being stretched. I shouldn't really being doing this behind his back but I don't think I could put up with any more flirting. I hope you're going to come all over my pussy."

"Why's that then?" John panted.

"Because I'm going to sit on his face when I get home," she giggled and stuck her arse out still further.

John reached forward and unbuttoned her blouse. He fondled her tits through her black lacy bra before pulling the cups down and rolling the nipples in his fingers.

"Pinch them you bastard," Clare cried out, her hands firmly planted on the desk as John's fucking became faster. He pulled on her nipples, twisting them as ordered. Steve watched his wife in slutmode letting this man do what he wanted. They stopped and John turned Clare round. She lay back, her stilettos pointing to the ceiling. Grabbing hold of her ankles, John slid back up Clare's pussy and continued to pump her.

"So the other men in the office want some too, do they?" she panted.

"They think you're very fuckable," replied John, "especially the boss."

"Really. Well in that case I'm going to enjoy working here. Come on fuck me, fuck my cunt. All those men wanting to stick their cocks up me, what a turn on. Shall we do it loverboy? Do you want to stick your cock in my mouth while the boss fucks me? Shall I tease him the way I've been teasing you? I'm going to wear stockings for him tomorrow with my split skirt."

"You naughty girl, fucking behind hubby's back." Clare loved the effect her words were having on John.

"Ooh, honey does that turn you on? Fucking someone else's wife. I think it does. You're fucking another bloke's wife you bastard, and you're making my pussy clench around your cock. Ah yes I'm naughty, cheating on him, letting you fuck my dripping cunt. I just can't get enough cock up me, the more I get the more I want to cheat. You can use me anytime you like baby, I'll wear anything you want. Do you like what I've got on? Does your wife dress up for sex like this? Does she wear frilly underwear? Do you want me to be your kinky slut?"

In answer John leant forward and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Clare opened her mouth and licked all around his tongue. Locked in a deep kiss, the couple humped harder while Clare's husband looked on, marvelling at the change in his wife. Clare moaned into John's mouth as she started to come. She bucked against him and wrapped her legs tightly around him.

"Oh yes, fuck yes," she wailed. With her head thrown back, her cunt clenched around John's cock. John couldn't take much more. With Clare's stockings rubbing up and down his sides and her pussy on fire, he couldn't hold back. He withdrew from her pussy and fisted his cock furiously over the sight of this woman open for him in her black lingerie and heels. His first shots hit her pussy, matting her trimmed pussy hair. He lifted his cock and sent the remaining streams up her body. Clare smiled and rubbed his spunk into her tits.

"Come round the desk and let me clean your cock."

John moved round and fed his wilting cock into her mouth. She sucked the drips off his helmet before sliding the entire length down her throat. Outside her office her husband splattered the carpet with spunk. God his wife was insatiable! He was going to enjoy her working late!



Working Late



"I'm really sorry to dump this on you on such short notice, Keith, but I don't have any choice," Jack Barrington said. 

Keith Dalton could see his plans for that night dissolving into thin air as he skimmed over the file his boss had just laid on his desk. Today was his anniversary, and he and his wife, Susie, had planned to go out for dinner that evening, then head home for some much-needed sex. He had just completed an important project earlier in the week, and was hoping the pace at his office would slack up for a day or two so he and Susie could enjoy some quality time together. 

But now it looked like he'd be stuck in the office way into the night on another bid proposal that HAD to be in the hands of the prospective client by 9 a.m. the next day. It had been a project that another manager had been working on, but that person had been in a bad car wreck the night before and was going to be out indefinitely. 

So Keith was going to have to spend the day getting up to speed on the proposal, then he was going to have to work overtime to get the thing done before the next morning. And judging by what Keith had seen as he skimmed the file, he could tell that his colleague had been behind, which was why the man had been working late the night before trying to catch up to make the deadline, and, thus, why he'd dozed off while driving home, causing the wreck that had put him in the hospital. 

"I know I don't have to tell you how important this contract is to the company," Jack continued. "You're the best man I've got, and I didn't want to trust this to anyone but my best." 

"Well, Susie's gonna be pissed," Keith said with a sigh, explaining to his boss about their plans. 

"Oh, man, I really am sorry," Jack said, a genuine look of concern on his face. "If there was any other way... Look, I'll make it up to you. Get this done on time, and there'll be a nice fat bonus in it for you." 

"I'm going to hold you to that, boss man," Keith said. "OK, I'll take care of it." 

"Thanks, I know I can count on you," Jack said as he left Keith's office. 

That's the price I pay for being good at my job, Keith mused. Jack was right, though. If the company had any hopes of getting the bid to the buyer on time, he was the only one who could do it. Jack could be a tough boss at times, but he was fair and compassionate, especially about his managers' family situations. If there had been any other option that could have left Keith free to keep his date with his wife, he would have found it. 

But Keith was the best planner the company had, an executive who could get things done in a hurry, who could resolve any crisis, and who could do in the most cost and time-efficient way possible. And Keith was paid very well for what he did. 

Well, I guess I'd better get started, Keith thought with a grimace. 

As expected, his wife was not happy in the least when he reached her at home later that afternoon, after she'd returned from her job as a librarian for a local high school 

"Why is it that you're the only one who can clean up everyone else's mess?" Susie asked with a touch of bitterness. 

This had happened too many times in the 20 years Keith had been with this company. The Daltons had been married now 22 years, and like all couples, they had had their ups and downs. But lately things had been on the upswing. The younger of their two children had left home for college earlier that fall, leaving them with more freedom to be a little more uninhibited than they had been when the kids and their friends were under foot. 

But the past few weeks had been stressful for Keith as his big project reached the final stages, and they hadn't had much time for intimacy. She'd so been looking forward to a nice evening out with her husband, then getting a nice, long fucking. 

Susie moped around the house for a bit, grousing about having to spend her anniversary at home alone. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, and she made a snap decision. She strode purposefully up the stairs to their bedroom and began to gather some things from her closet and dresser drawer. When she had what she needed laid out on the bed, she headed for the bathroom and began to fill the tub. She was grimly determined that she was going to get what she needed that night, even if she had to go out and get it herself. 

Keith had plunged himself into his work, stopping only to eat a quick dinner at his desk of Chinese carry-out that he'd had his secretary bring in for him. She had stayed to help him until around 7 p.m., before he sent her home with his heartfelt thanks. It was almost 9:30 now, and he could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

The sound of the elevator bell ringing at his floor didn't immediately register with Keith, he was so wrapped up in his work. When it did, followed immediately by the sound of sharp footsteps coming down the hall toward his office, he was profoundly puzzled. Who could that be? It didn't sound like the janitorial staff. They typically didn't make it to his floor until after midnight, a fact he knew from pulling a few all-nighters on previous projects. 

Suddenly the door to his office opened, and he was greeted by a stunning sight. It was Susie Dalton, and she was exquisitely made up, her dark, shoulder-length hair was piled atop her head and her slender 5-foot, 10-inch frame was covered by a heavy raincoat. 

"You need to take a break, big boy," Susie said, as she dropped her purse onto the sofa that sat against one wall of Keith's office. She untied the sash of the coat, pulled it off and let it drop to the floor. Keith just stared speechless at the sight of his wife's nearly-naked body, clad only in stockings, a garter belt and her high heels. 

"Uh, yeah, I guess I do," Keith stammered. Susie strutted seductively around Keith's desk, reaching up to unfasten the clasp that held her hair up. She shook her head gently to let the long brunette mane flow over her shoulders, turned his chair slightly, so that she hovered over him, leaned down and offered him her mouth.

They kissed softly at first, but as their lips and tongues played together, and as Keith ran his hands softly up and down Susie's body, their passion began to build. Keith filled his hands with his wife's delectible A-cup breasts, and rolled the stiff brown nipples between his fingers. 

"Happy anniversary, my love," Susie said, when they broke their embrace. "You sounded so dejected when you called, and after I got over my disappointment, I knew it wasn't your fault. So I figured you'd need a little pick-me-up right about now. So here I am." 

Keith just laughed as he stood up and gathered Susie in his arms. He could feel his cock growing in his pants, and he could already feel the tension of the day melting away from the tender kisses from his wife. This was one of many reasons why he loved this woman, the fact that she'd had the audacity to come down to his office, with only a raincoat covering her nakedness, to give him what he badly needed, what they both badly needed. 

If anyone could have seen them right then, they would have seen a handsome couple indeed. Keith was a well-built 6-1, with brown hair, now liberally streaked with silver, a thick moustache and a perpetual smile on his face. Susie was tall and slender, with a pretty, narrow face and piercing hazel eyes. 

As they stood together, Susie slowly unbuttoned and removed Keith's dress shirt, then pulled the undershirt over his head. She ran her long, manicured fingers through his modest carpet of chest hair, lingering at his nipples, which were every bit as hard as hers. She bent down and took each of the rock-hard pebbles into her mouth, using her long tongue to circle his areoles. Even as she sucked at his chest, her hands were busy unbuckling his belt and unfastening his slacks. She pushed his boxers to the floor along with his pants, then softly hefted his already-throbbing dick. 

"I think someone's ready to play," she said in a voice husky with lust. She pushed Keith back into his chair, squatted down and pulled off his loafers, then pulled his pants all the way off, until he was naked, except for his dark socks. 

Susie was still squatted on her haunches as she leaned between Keith's legs and brought her face right up to his cock. She took a firm grip at the base of his scrotum with her left hand, pulling his cock and balls up, and as she did, a thick ball of precum poured out from the tip. She took her right index finger and scooped up the fluid with her long nail and brought it to her ruby red lips. Her tongue flicked out and licked all of the tangy liquid off her finger, then she went back for more. 

Keith just stared, both at the incredibly erotic sight of his wife slowly licking up his precum and the way her pink pussy, with its thick frame of dark pubic hair, gaped open from her widespread legs. He could see the gleam of the wetness that signaled her intense arousal, and even as he stared, her right hand snaked between her legs and she began to languidly finger herself. 

Susie inhaled her husband's manly aroma as she shivered with lust. She opened her mouth and began to slowly lick up and down the shaft of his cock, sawing his length between her lips. Just the thought of having Keith's nice, fat cock at her disposal sent another shudder through her body.

She loved everything about this man, but his iron-hard cock - and the way he could use it to please her - had been one of the first things that had attracted her to him when they had started dating. She had never gotten tired of Keith's lovemaking, even when they had gone through some difficult times when they weren't sure if their marriage would survive the stresses of careers and raising children. 

Keith groaned as Susie lavished licks and sucks all up and down the purple shaft. They stared deeply into each other's eyes as she licked her way past the crown, opened her mouth wide and slid the head of his cock past her lips. She slowly sank over half of his cock into her mouth, until the head began to poke at the entrance to her throat, then she began to methodically work her head up and down, using both hands to add to the motion of her lips. Keith could actually see a lipstick ring two-thirds of the way down his shaft, and he tensed his body to keep from spewing his hard load before he was ready. 

After sucking his cock vigorously for several minutes, Susie pulled her mouth almost all the way off Keith's cock and lightly scraped the head with her teeth, sending spasms of pleasure rocketing through her husband's body. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive area just under the crown, and Keith reacted like he'd been shot. 

"Oh man!" he exclaimed. "You keep that up and I won't be responsible for what I do." 

"And what would that be?" Susie asked playfully as she lightly stroked Keith's cock, hard enough to keep him at maximum strength, but not enough to send him over the edge. 

"That would be cumming all over your pretty, sexy face," Keith said in a gasping tone of voice. 

"Mmmmm, I might like that," Susie said. "Some other time. Right now, I need you to fuck me." 

"As you wish, my lady," Keith said. This was turning into one of the great sexual experiences of their marriage, and he was in a fine mood, all thoughts of contracts and deadlines forgotten. 

Susie stood up, and Keith turned her around, so her back was to his chair. She leaned over his desk and spread her legs, but instead of standing up and slipping his cock in her steaming box, Keith rolled his chair right up to his wife's backside, knelt onto the floor and brought his face right in between her legs. He breathed deeply of her musky essence, the dripping evidence of her passion. His tongue slid between Susie's labia and curled around her throbbing, swollen clit, then back up to bore into her depths. 

"Ayyyyyy, God!" Susie wailed as a powerful orgasm began to pick up speed. "Oh, baby, that's sooooo goooood." 

Keith used his lips and tongue with absolute abandon on his wife's twitching cunt, and she pulled her right leg up onto the desk to give him a wider target. Keith's hands kneaded Susie's taut butt cheeks as he slashed his tongue up her juicy furrow, up past her pussy until he found her puckered anus. He licked all over the tight brown opening, then used the tip of his tongue to work past the sphincter and into her ass, all the time briskly finger-fucking her sloppy pussy. 

"Shhhhhheeeeeeeeeeiiiiiitttt!" Susie screamed as her climax began to come to a head. "Unnnnnnnnnnhhhh!" 

Susie's body trembled from her head to her feet as her orgasm crashed through her body. She was only dimly aware, through the haze of her lust, that Keith had pulled his face and hands away from her body. He stood up, shaking with his own barely-controlled passion, and pushed his cock into Susie's pussy, all the way in one screaming, groaning thrust. 

Keith didn't waste any time getting up to speed. He gripped Susie's hips in something close to a death grip and began to fuck his wife with all the abandon of a runaway train. He could feel all of the stress from the previous weeks, all of the frantic work of that day, flowing out of his body as he slammed his meat furiously back and forth in his wife's equally-frantic body. 

They were hurtling on the fast track to a mindless explosion of lust, as Keith threw his head back, clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth in an effort to hold back the volcano of molten cum that was boiling in his balls. Susie was also hanging on the cusp of another, harder climax that was building strength in her gut, and she exhorted her husband to fuck her hard. 

"Ah, ah, ah, yeaaaaaaaahh!" Susie gasped. "F-f-fuuuuuuuccccckk me, baaaaaayyyyyybeeeee!" 

Keith couldn't hold it back. With a gasp and a grunt, he felt the electric sizzle of his orgasm igniting, then the rocky feeling of an intense cumload rifling through his cock. Susie also gasped as she felt Keith's cock swell, then spit out a rapid succession of hot, wet cumshots. Her body shuddered on the desk as her second climax roared through her. 

For long seconds after the initial explosion, Keith kept driving his cock deep in Susie's liquid pussy, firing little aftershocks of cum deep in her body. When he had finally shot all of the cum he had to give, he was still in the grip of the fuck frenzy, so he quickly pulled his cock from his wife's gaping hole. He stared mesmerized as his hot cum began to flow out past her lips.

He quickly turned Susie around, so that she was leaning back on the desk, spread her legs as wide as they'd go and buried his face in her overflowing cunt. He lapped up all of the cum that poured from her, licking her sensitive clit and sucking her pussy into his mouth, until finally Susie had to pull his head away from her overstimulated pussy. 

But she wasn't quite finished, either. She pulled Keith up, so that he was standing, then she slid off the desk until she was squatting on the floor. She grabbed Keith's slimy cock and carefully licked every bit of their commingled juice from his dick, then slipped the entire length into her mouth for one last taste of his manhood. 

Then she stood up again and they embraced, kissing long and slow, the kiss of lovers of long standing, lovers who have just found a way to light an unexpected spark in their relationship. 

"How much more have you got to do here?" Susie asked when they broke apart. 

"Maybe an hour, if that," Keith said. 

"Good, because I want some more of this," she replied, giving her husband's dick one final squeeze before turning him loose. She strutted slowly to the sofa and sat down to wait for Keith to finish. "I think I'll stay to give you some incentive to hurry up and get this job done." 

Keith had a smile on his face and a song in his heart as he briskly completed the proposal under the lustful gaze of his loving wife. There was indeed more good, hot sex for the couple when they made it home, and Keith earned himself a nice bonus from his grateful boss, all the more when the company's bid won the contract. 

Susie Dalton proved that night that her love for Keith was the most important thing in her life. Instead of letting her disappointment over the change in their anniversary plans fester into a bad decision, she had turned what could have been a marital conflict into a delightful opportunity to show her man just how much she loved him. 

You see, sometimes it does pay to work late. 



Working Late



Part 1

"Hey Laura, can I be cut?" Kelly asked. It was a little past 9:00 on a Sunday night and the restaurant was dead. She'd only had four tables all night long, and hadn't made enough off them to even justify her coming to work. She hated being the new girl. Furthermore, when she'd left for work five hours earlier, Jack and Jonathan had been playing volleyball with these two little cuties and had already been making plans to hang out afterwards. Not that she minded this, (in fact it kind of turned her on thinking of Jack with some athletic young girl), but if he was getting some, then she sure as hell wanted a piece of it too. And the girl had had the cutest little ass...

Laura glanced up at her, almost off-handedly, and then back down at the floor plan in front of her. She appeared to study it for a moment, finally looked back up about ready to say something, only to be interrupted by the phone. She quickly rolled her eyes and answered the phone.

Evidently it was for her, because she continued talking for over five minutes while Kelly just stood there, completely ignored. She would have walked away but she had nothing left to do, so she just stood waiting, taking the time to casually eye Laura up and down a little. She tried not to, but having just been thinking about cute girls and licking pussy, she couldn't help herself. Not for the first time, she thought to herself what a beautiful body Laura had, especially those nicely pointed tits, and wondered what she would be like in bed. Rumor had it that she batted both ways. Kelly could almost picture herself kneading that perfect ass in her hands, slowly lowering her head between those smooth thighs... 

With a start, she suddenly realized that Laura had just said something to her. She quickly tore her eyes away from Laura's body and looked up at her, her face a brilliant shade of red. "I'm sorry, what?"

Laura was off the phone and looking at her, her gaze cool. "I said 'what was it you wanted?'" she replied, her voice cool as her look.

Kelly knew that Laura already knew what she'd asked, but was making her ask again just for the sake of doing it. She could be a bitch like that when she wanted. "Um, I asked if I could be cut yet?" Kelly answered, not letting her exasperation show in her voice. She had a feeling she already knew the answer, and if Jack was already fucking that cute little blonde by the time she got home...

Laura continued to regard her calmly, as if taking measure of her. Finally, she said, "No. Actually, I want you to be the closer tonight. It's about time you finally learn how it's done properly.

"You can tell the others that they're cut and you take the rest of the tables that come in. Then when everyone is finished and gone, you come get me and we'll go over your closing duties together, okay?" Her voice turned all sweet and syrupy at the end, and she smiled at Kelly cheerfully.

Kelly gritted her teeth, but hid it behind a smile of her own and nodded, "Sure." She turned and walked away towards the kitchen, whispering quietly to herself, "Bitch."

"If you only knew," Laura said, admiring her ass sway as she disappeared back into the dining room.

 Part 2

Kelly was now becoming pissed. It was after eleven o'clock and she was still doing sidework. They had stopped seating at ten, and everyone had been gone by a little past 10:30 – everyone except her. For the last forty minutes, she had been doing nothing but bullshit jobs. Each time she thought she was finally finished, Laura would coolly look up from the papers she was going over at the bar and calmly inform her of yet another trivial thing that she needed to do. Clean this, fill that, empty those. She was about ready to smack the bitch!

The worst part though was that her panties were still soaking wet. Despite all the stupid, tedious shit she'd been doing (or maybe because of it), all she'd been able to think about was sex. She couldn't wait to get home and find out if Jack was there with that hot, little slut, waiting for her. She kept picturing herself pushing him out of the way and going down on her sweet little pussy, slurping at her juices, only to, moments later, realize that somehow the girl had morphed and it was now Laura's hot, dark cunt that she was imagining herself lapping from. Then she would look up at the real thing sitting right there in front of her and flood her panties once again. At this moment, she hated Laura, but she wanted her even more, and try as she might, she couldn't get that image out of her mind.

She was sitting at the bar, finishing up rolling silverware, when the only other remaining people in the building (the last two cooks), left also. Now it was only her and Laura in the entire restaurant, and Kelly was thinking what a bunch of bullshit this was! Her doing all of the stupid shit-work, while little miss manager sat at the bar and did nothing.

She had finally talked herself into saying something and was just about to open her mouth, when Laura got up and walked behind the bar. "You want a drink?" she asked, grabbing two glasses.

Actually, she just wanted to get the fuck out of there, but since that didn't seem to be an option, a drink sounded wonderful. "Sure," she replied, wondering for the first time if this whole situation wasn't purposefully set up and more than it seemed to be. That thought quickly evaporated though, and she decided to just kiss as much ass as possible in the hopes that this would never happen again.

Laura had filled the glasses with ice and was now pouring a generous amount of booze into each. Then she turned around and bent down to get something from the cooler, most likely some kind of tropical mix. Regardless, as she leaned over, her firm heart-shaped ass was displayed perfectly.

Kelly couldn't help but to stare. The thin, black material of her slacks clung tightly to the smooth curves of her ass-cheeks, and managed to just barely outline the skimpy thong panties she was wearing underneath. Kelly felt her mouth begin to water. Just the thought of those thong panties riding snugly up the crack of that ass was making her wet. What she wouldn't give to be in their position.

She was forced to quickly look away as Laura found what she was looking for and straightened up. She topped off the drinks and replaced the mix (bending over invitingly once again), before turning back to Kelly and handing her a glass.

"Cheers," she said, holding hers up.

"Cheers," Kelly replied, the vision of Laura's hot ass still hovering in her mind. They 'tinked' glasses and raised them to their lips. The drink was strong yet 

fruity, and Kelly took a large swallow. As she lowered her glass, her eyes met Laura's and their gazes locked. Laura's eyes were so dark and beautiful, and she found that she couldn't look away. She stared into those deep penetrating eyes for a long moment, feeling suddenly as if they were boring into her, measuring her, probing her thoughts, while simultaneously refusing to let go.

Finally, Laura blinked and the spell was broken. Kelly quickly glanced away, but not before she noticed a small smile on Laura's lips. Laura spoke then, and what she said rocked Kelly's world.

 Part 3

"Kelly, were you just staring at my ass?"

"What?!" Kelly squeaked, caught completely off-guard, "I uh, uh... no. No, no of course not... why, why would..."

"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly," Laura said, totally disregarding her denial, "C'mon girl, of course you were. I've had enough people check me out before to know what's up. I mean really... you weren't even close to hiding it, you were practically fucking me with your eyes there."

"No," Kelly cried, feeling her whole face turn cherry red, unable to believe what she was hearing. Oh God, how had this happened? Had she really been that blatantly obvious? What was she going to do now? "Laura, I wasn't... what you think. I was just... I didn't..."

She realized that she was blabbing like an idiot, and promptly shut her mouth. She tried to think, to straighten things out in her head, and say the right thing to get out of this, but she couldn't. She was panicked beyond belief, and no words would come to her. She could feel her heart beating frantically in her chest, and she wanted to run away – but couldn't.

She opened her mouth to try again, but was saved the trouble as Laura spoke first. "Kelly, it's okay," she murmured reassuringly, "Really. I've known for quite some time now. You know you're not nearly as sneaky as you think you are."

Kelly felt her hope falter, and imagined herself turning an even deeper shade of red, if that was possible. Laura really did know. There was no more denying it now. Still, she had to explain somehow. Her eyes still riveted to her glass, unable to look up and meet Laura's dark gaze, she whetted her lips and prepared herself.

Again, she was saved. "Don't worry about it," Laura said, "You don't have to explain. If anything, I'm flattered. Really I am."

As Laura finished, Kelly detected a different tone in her voice; one that she'd rarely, if ever, heard before. She thought it was compassion, and she suddenly believed that what Laura was saying was true. She looked up and finally managed to meet Laura's eyes. God, they were so dark and beautiful, and Kelly felt powerless before them.

Laura smiled at her then, and Kelly returned it tentatively before having to look away again, still as embarrassed as she had ever been in her entire life. She took a long sip from her drink, using the time to try and straighten out her thoughts.

"After all," Laura continued, while Kelly was still pretending to drink, "why else do you think I arranged it so that we were totally alone here tonight?"

Kelly nearly choked on her drink. Had she actually just heard that right? Did it mean what she thought it might? She glanced back up, thinking this must be some kind of a joke, but the look in Laura's dark eyes was deadly serious. Kelly was shocked. She couldn't believe this, yet at the same time, somewhere deep in her mind, she realized that this was all really happening and that maybe, just maybe, they'd been leading up to this for a long period of time.

In seeming slow-motion, their eyes never wavering for a second, Laura began to lean towards her. Dimly, Kelly noticed as her blouse dipped and the wonderful view of cleavage that was presented. She marveled at Laura's perfect tits, at her hard little nipples pressing outward against the thin fabric of her blouse, and ached to free them from their confines. She wondered what they would feel like cupped in her hands, what they would taste like worked between her lips. She thought that she could worship those breasts for hours.

This made her think about her own breasts, and she realized with a flush, that her nipples were hard and aching and begging for attention. Likewise, her pussy was excited and she could feel her panties becoming moist with her juices. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she knew right then that she wanted Laura bad, and that she would probably do whatever the dark-haired bitch wanted of her.

Even as she was thinking that, Laura had moved closer and closer, her face now only inches away. Kelly's gaze was forced down her shirt, to where her tits were dangling invitingly. Perfume wafted up around her intoxicatingly, and she could feel her mouth literally begin to water.

Closer still, almost touching now, Kelly's heart thundering in her chest. Softly, Laura's voice whispering in her ear, "Kelly, are you ready to lick my pussy?"

Part 4

Kelly's whole body shuddered and she felt her pussy flood her panties. She tried to respond (to say what she wasn't sure, but something!), but all that came out of her mouth was a weak moan. She'd fantasized about this so many times, but now that it was really happening, she couldn't think of what to do or say. She was frozen.

It didn't matter. Laura was fully in charge of the situation, and not put off by Kelly's silence at all.

"It's okay," she whispered, running her tongue lightly along Kelly's earlobe, causing her to shiver with delight, "You don't have to answer. I know you want to." She paused a second to suck Kelly's earlobe into her mouth and nibble on it softly. Then breathing heavily into her ear, she asked, "Where do you want me Kelly? Do you want me on the bar?"

"Oh yes. Oh, god, yes," Kelly breathed, her silence finally broken, the words coming out of her before she could even think.

"Yeah, I thought so," Laura whispered, tilting her head and brushing her lips quickly across Kelly's before straightening up. Standing there, a sexy, seductive smile on her face, she reached down and undid the button to her pants. They slid to the floor, a bare whisper of cloth as they puddled around her feet. Beneath, a skimpy, black thong that Kelly would have given anything to be able to wear.

Still smiling, and never taking her eyes from Kelly's, Laura gracefully climbed up onto the bar. On hands and knees, her shirt dipping to present that wonderful view of her tits once again, she leaned forward and kissed Kelly full on the lips.

Kelly responded full-heartedly, her lips parting easily to allow Laura's probing tongue entry into her mouth. She relished in the taste and feel of Laura's lips on hers, the way Laura's tongue twisted and darted against hers, the knowledge that what they were doing was so...naughty. Her eyes closed, she lost herself in Laura's kiss. Let her thoughts go out the window, and just gave herself completely over to Laura – following her lead, striving to meet her needs, totally consumed by her lust.

She was so into it that she almost didn't even realize when Laura suddenly pulled away, leaving her temporarily open-mouthed and confused. She opened her eyes and saw Laura swinging herself around on the bar, maneuvering into position.

Laura lowered that perfect ass onto the edge of the bar, then swung her legs around and dropped them to either side of Kelly's head, the back of her knees coming to rest comfortably upon Kelly's shoulders, her ankles crossed behind Kelly's back. "Not bad," Laura was saying, as she deftly pulled her thong to one side, "Now let's see how well you use that tongue down here." 

Part 5 

Kelly's pussy lurched and she could feel the dampness as it flooded her panties. Her mind was awhirl, her brain dizzy, unable to keep up with the implications of the actions taking place around her. All she knew, all her entire world was focused on right now, what that she was staring straight into the most beautiful pussy she had ever seen. That it was her boss's pussy, and that she was using it to seduce her right in the very workplace meant nothing to her; the only thing that mattered was that it was right in front of her and that she wanted to taste it more than she'd ever wanted to taste anything.

Her labia were clean-shaven, pink and glossy looking – no missed hairs here, no pimples or razor-burn - just soft and smooth, right down to the crack of that perfect ass. A perfectly groomed triangle of jet black hair topped her slit, like an arrow pointing out the direction of the desired destination below. All in all, Laura's pussy looked like it belonged in the centerfold of Playboy magazine, only there had been no airbrushing done here. And her smell. Oh god, her smell was intoxicating. Clean yet dirty at the same time; a mixture of soap, sweat, perfume and desire.

Kelly still couldn't believe this was actually happening – she was about to eat Laura out right here on the bar – but nothing was going to stop her now. She had fantasized about moments like this, but never seriously. She didn't even like Laura, and until tonight, Laura had never paid any special attention to her. Still her body was unbelievably hot, and bitch or not, Kelly wanted to taste it. Plus the fact that Laura was her boss, able to order her around, turned her on to no end. She loved being dominated by another beautiful woman, and she knew right then that she would do anything that Laura wanted of her.

So thinking, she pushed her head forward and lightly ran the tip of her tongue up the length of Laura's slit. Not surprisingly she tasted as wonderful as she smelled, and it was all Kelly could do to not bury her tongue as deep as possible right then and just lose herself in Laura's pussy. Instead, she took her time, wanting to show Laura what she could do, relishing in the one aspect she had some control of. She wanted to make Laura come like never before.

She moved slowly, kissing her thighs, her lips, her clit, occasionally running the flat of her tongue along the outside of her labia. She worked all around her hole, teasing, licking, blowing, inflaming all of her erogenous zones, but refusing to dig in. She wanted to make her twist and squirm until she couldn't stand it, she wanted to make Laura take action. And it was working. She could see (and smell) Laura's growing excitement; her pussy had become wet and shiny, and a trickle of juice was now flowing from her pink opening and slipping down the crack of her ass. 

Her hands were in Kelly's hair now, pulling her forward into wide-spread thighs, and her ragged, panting voice floated down to Kelly's ears. "Oh god, that's it Kelly, that's it baby. You're such an amazing cuntlicker. You got me sooo wet. Now bring me home. Bring me home baby. Make me come!"

That's what Kelly had been waiting to hear. She quit her teasing and ran her flattened tongue up Laura's gash, collecting a large mouthful of her sweet secretions, and eliciting a loud moan from her as well. Swallowing it down, she continued her attack on Laura's wet cunt, running her tongue up and down, pushing ever deeper. Each swipe she would finish with a flick of Laura's engorged clit. 

In no time, Laura was moaning and gasping, pushing her swollen mound roughly against Kelly's wet, smeared face. Kelly could sense she was about to come, and shifted her focus entirely onto Laura's clit, sucking it into her mouth and working it over relentlessly with her tongue. At the same time she brought one hand up and quickly slid a finger deep into Laura's vagina.

Two or three thrusts is all it took before Laura began to come. Her body clenched up, her thighs locking tightly around Kelly's head, her pussy spewing massive amounts of cum directly into Kelly's open, waiting mouth. Kelly sucked it down eagerly, enjoying it almost as much as if she had just come herself. The taste was exquisite and she continued to lap at Laura's cunt, causing numerous smaller after orgasms until Laura finally had to push her away, her pussy having become way too sensitive.

As Laura collapsed sideways onto the bar, exhausted, Kelly sucked the finger that had been inside Laura into her mouth and with her other hand began to furiously rub her pussy through her work pants. The fabric was already damp with her excitement, and it only took moments before she too was convulsing in orgasm. She came hard, feeling the juices squirt into her panties, as she reveled in what had just taken place.

Both girls were quiet for awhile, only the sound of their accelerated breathing echoing around them. Finally, they started to stir. Laura gathered her clothes and quickly donned them, and after a perfunctory cleanup, they both made their way to the back door. Laura set the alarm and they stepped outside, locking the door behind them. As they walked to their cars, Laura asked, "So you're working tomorrow, right?"

Kelly nodded, still not trusting herself to talk.

"Good. I'll see you then," Laura said. Then as she opened her car door, she added, "By the way, you might want to let your boyfriend know you might be late again tomorrow, it looks like you're gonna be the closer."

Kelly smiled as she got into her car. There was nothing she could think of that sounded better.



Working Late



It's late and we are both still working. You noticed that I was still in the office and being the friends we are you say you will stop by on your way out. The office is totally empty. I am staring at my computer screen when you sneaked up on me. You scare me and make me jump. I smack you in the arm and say behave. You say "awww, you're too tense" and start massaging my shoulders. 

It feels so good, I am totally knotted through my neck, shoulders and upper back. You massage my neck and work up into the back of my head, then down again to my upper back. Your hands are so strong, I can't help but to close my eyes and just enjoy. I notice I am getting a little turned on to but do not say anything. You move back to my shoulders, your hands feel so good against my skin. I notice my panties are getting damp now. You move your hands to the front part of my shoulder on the very top of my chest. 

You hear me moan a little and realized that I am enjoying this more than you thought. So you lean over and start very lightly kissing my neck while you are still massaging me. This totally catches me off guard but I go with it. I am aching so badly now between my legs, I just want to reach down and play with it but I have no clue where any of this is going. While you are kissing and biting my neck, your hands move down slow to my breasts. My pussy is so wet and aching so bad. I start squirming in the chair. You know you have me now. 

You turn my head and kiss me hard and deeply. Our tongues moving around in each others mouth, me biting your lips lightly little every once and a while. I can't control myself anymore. My hand wonders down between my legs. I have a button down shirt and a short skirt on. My shoes and nylons are already off, I took them off way before you got there to get comfortable. 

You see my hand rubbing my lace panties and this really turns you on. You put your hand down on top of mine. I get a little startled and start to move my hand away but you make sure it stays there. You rub my hand while I rub my underwear. You remove your hand and pull my underwear off. Then you guide my hand back to my very very wet pussy. I start rubbing my clit and you whisper in my ear "don't stop but to not make yourself cum". 

I take my fingers and part my lips, getting them all wet. You unbutton my shirt. My bra is a front clasp, so you undo it and start rubbing my nipples. I start to moan and squirm. You realize that my nipples are rather sensitive. So you start rubbing my breast at the same time licking, nibbling and sucking on my nipples. This makes my pussy ache so much more. I am still rubbing my clit and I want to make myself cum so bad, but you told me not to so I keep backing off. 

You remove my hand, pick me up and put me on my desk. You kiss me again, even harder this time. You work down my neck, chest and stomach. Finally you get just to my hair line. You spread my legs apart and start kissing my inter thighs. You are just getting close enough to drive me nuts. You are having so much fun teasing me with your tongue. I want your tongue so bad on my clit. Finally you take your fingers, part my lips and start to lick my wet pussy. I let out such a moan. I start to rub my nipples while you lick my clit. I beg you to put a finger inside me. You are so enjoying teasing me that you take your finger and just lightly move it around on my pussy. I keep begging you to fuck me with your fingers. Finally you thrust your finger deep in me. It feels so good. I grab your finger with my muscles. You put another finger in and start pumping them in out of my cunt, your tongue still going full blast on my clit. 

I can't control it anymore. I start screaming "I am going to cum, yes make me cum on your fingers". You pump your fingers faster and lick as fast as you can. You can feel me starting to cum. My juice rushing down on your fingers, my muscle tightening up, me grinding hard against your face. It was such a strong orgasm that I am a little weak. You wait for me to catch my breath and then lick my clit again. I come again just as hard if not harder than the first. You remove your fingers and lick my cum off of them. I stop you from making me cum anymore. 

I push you back and stand up. I grab you tight and kiss you hard, grabbing your ass tight pushing you against me. I can feel your hard cock pressed up against me. I grind my hips in to you and you grind back. 

I start kissing and biting your neck working my way down. I take off your shirt and nibble on your nipples while I take my hand and run it against your crotch. I start my way down again and start to unbuckle your belt. I take my teeth and unbutton your pants. You slip off your shoes while I unzip your pants. I take your pants off and leave your underwear on for right now, it's my turn to tease. I run my fingers up and down your hard shaft and then down to your balls. I start licking just above your underwear and slowly pull them down. Finally the tip of your head is exposed. I put it in my mouth and lick all around it. 

I pull your underwear all the way down and take your whole cock in my mouth. Moving up and down it, my tongue exploring every inch of it. My hand is playing with your balls. I take your cock out of my mouth and sit you down in my chair. I kneel in front of you licking your cock like it was a popsicle, making sure that I get to your balls every once and a while. You are moaning, your eyes closed and your hand on rubbing my head. I like to take my tongue and lick on the top outer side where it is most sensitive. I feel you getting close but I will not let you cum. I have better plans for that. 

I stop and stand up. You grab me by the waist and lightly bite my stomach. I take my legs and straddle you on the chair. You start playing with my nipples. I take your cock in my hand and rub it against my clit. I am so wet that my juices drip down the sides of your cock. I keep rubbing it on my clit and I can see you are getting very impatient. You want your cock deep inside of me. I put the very tip at the opening and just push a little and then back off. You finally can't take it anymore, grab me and push me down hard on your cock. 

Your hard cock feels so good in my wet tight pussy. My pussy is always tight. I start riding you, moving my hip back and forth, side to side. You have a good hold of my ass and are still licking my nipples when you can. I take my nails and scratch them up your back. 

I ride you hard and fast then slow moving my hips in any direction they can go. My legs are wrapped around your body to get you as in as deep as you can. You grab me tight and stand up. I wrap my legs around your legs and pump your cock. You put me on my desk, cock still deep in me. I lean back and you have a great shot of your glistening cock going in and out of my swollen cunt. You take your finger and start playing with my clit. With in minutes I am cumming all over your cock. My muscles twitching and grabbing on to your cock. You keep going and make me cum at least 7 more times. 

You tell me that you are close and I tell you "I want you to cum, I want you to cum deep inside my pussy". I tell you how good your cock feels deep inside of me and how I want to feel your cum inside of me. Finally you let out a big loud moan and cum hard. I tighten my muscles up as tight as I can to milk your cock of every drop. You pull out even though I beg you not to but you say you want to watch me make myself cum a few times before you fuck me again. 

You sit down in my chair and watch me. I am still on my desk, so you have a clear view. You're watching me put my fingers between my lips and start rubbing on my clit. You're telling me how good I tasted when you were eating me and how tight I was on your cock while you were fucking me. And how you want to fuck me again but I have to cum for you first. All of this talk is turning me on more and more. Every once and a while I put my fingers deep inside of me and then back to my very hard clit. It is so sensitive. You tell me you want me to cum, you want me to cum now. I rub just a little harder and start to cum. I arch my body back and let out screams and moans. Finally it calms down and you tell me I have to cum again, right now or you are not going to fuck me. So I put just a little pressure on my clit and I start to cum again. You make me do this 5 times. 

Then you stand up, pull me off the desk and kiss me. Then turn me around and bend me over the desk. You bend down and start kissing my ass, getting in a bite every once and a while. You take your tongue and do one long lick on my wet pussy. I am aching so badly for your cock again. I need something hard inside of me. 

You take your cock and use it to play with my pussy. I am begging you to fuck me. I am saying "fuck me, please put that hard cock in my wet cunt". You finally give in to my pleading and enter deep inside of me. I let out a scream. I keep saying to you, "come on baby, fuck me, fuck me hard". You seem to like it when I talk dirty to you. You start moving your hips faster and harder. I reach down and play with your balls. You take one hand and start playing with my breasts. I am using all my strength to tighten my muscles around your hard cock. 

You see my blanket and throw it on the floor. You take me and put me on the blanket and start fucking me missionary style. I wrap my legs tight around your hips. We are kissing very passionately. I kiss down the side of your face and start nibbling on your ear. Then you take my legs and put them against your shoulders. You can get in very deep this way. You tell me you are close and I tell you I want to cum with you. 

You let my legs down and I start moving my hips in the prefect rhythm. I start to cum and from the excitement of that you start to cum. It is so intense. You collapse next to me. My pussy still pulsing and dripping of our cum. You look at me and smile. I smile back. We both get dressed. You give me one more long hard kiss and say "maybe we should work late more often". I give you that look and say "maybe we should". You turn around and leave. 

I still can't believe what happened. Was it a dream, was working to late playing tricks on my mind. All I know is that I won't mind working late again.



Working Late



A little after 6, the phone on my desk rings.  It's you.  "Good.  You're still here.  I need you to install that remote control software. Can you?"

"Yeah I'll be right there."

"OK.  And take 'em off before you come back."

I grin and feel myself getting wet again.  "Oh they've been off since lunchtime."  

"Damn, woman."

I head back to your office with the software, the anticipation making me even wetter and putting a big grin on my face.  

You're sitting at the desk on the phone when I walk in.  You stand up and motion for me to sit in the chair while you stand next to me and finish your call.  I stand and lean forward to reach the CD-ROM drive on your laptop.  I feel your fingers slide up the back of my skirt, stroking my bare pussy lips.  You quickly finish your phone call and stand behind me.  You slide one long finger inside of me.  "Damn you are so wet."  I look back at you and grin.  

"Did you think about me last night?"  I nod.  You thrust your finger deeper inside me, and I moan.  "What did you think about?"

I am leaning forward, my hands on the desk.  I swing my long dark hair around and look back at you.  I manage to stammer out, "I thought about you going down on me."

"Mmmm.  I'll do that in a bit.  But don't you ever think of us just fucking?"  I nod.  "Where did we do it?"

"On your desk.  You had me laid out on your desk.  And then ..."  I stop.  You ask me to continue.  I turn to look at you again.  "Are you sure you want to hear more?"  You add a second finger inside me.  

"Tell me."

"Oh damn.  We were in the conference room down here.  I was in one of the chairs.  You had me tied to one of the chairs."  

"WOW."  You slide your fingers out of me and lean forward.  You lift the back of my skirt up to my waist and rake your teeth down my ass.  My whole body shudders.  You sit me in your chair and pull a second chair up next to mine.  Sliding my skirt up again, you pull my legs onto your lap so you can examine my bare pussy.  Your fingers explore every inch, running all over the smooth skin.  "So pretty."  You look up at me.  "You did this for me?"  I nod.  

"Why?"  

I run my fingers over your upper lip and chin, stroking the soft hair there.  "Because I know you like eating my pussy.  And I wanted to see how it felt with your facial hair."  Your green eyes burn as you stare at me.  

"Then I guess we'll have to try it."  And with that, you place your glasses on the desk, slide off your chair to your knees in front of me and bury your tongue in my pussy.  "Oh God!" I cry out as I feel your lips on mine.  Your lips and tongue caress every inch of me, and you slide a finger inside of me too.  You capture my lips in your mouth, pulling them out and sucking deeply.  You run your tongue up and down my lips, and around my clit.  I can feel the soft hair on your upper lip rub against my hardened clit.  I put my legs up on your shoulders and run my fingers through your hair, pulling you closer.  "Damn, that feels SO good."  Your lips cover my clit.  You lightly flick your tongue back and forth on my clit, then increase your speed.  "Oh right there.  Yes.  I'm gonna cum!"  I cry out as I hold your head even closer to me. You lightly rake your teeth across my clit and then suck greedily.  

My body explodes.  Your lips and tongue continue to tease me for a little longer until I am squirming in the chair.  

I move my legs off your shoulders and pull you up to kiss me.  I love kissing you when I can taste myself on your lips.  "WOW.  That was great.  Can you do that again?" I ask.  You laugh.  "No seriously.  Can you do that again?  Oh!" I stop as you slide two fingers inside of me and rub my clit with your thumb.  As I have just come down from an orgasm, I'm not really close to another one yet, so I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of your fingers inside of me.

You suddenly stop.  My eyes fly open.  Your eyes are burning as you stare at me.  "You do it. I want to watch you touch yourself."  And you lean back in your seat.  I'm glad that I haven't done my nails in awhile cause it's not easy to do with acrylic.  Keeping my eyes locked on yours, I slowly suck one of my fingers to get it nice and wet, and then reach down to rub it on my clit.  Your eyes leave mine as you watch my hand.  I rub my clit, then slide my index finger inside of me as far as I can.  Your mouth opens slightly as your breathing becomes shallower.

"I'm not used to doing this without a vibrator.  I might need some help," I tell you.  You swallow audibly.

"I'll help you in a minute."  You continue to watch me pump my finger in and out of my pussy, switching to rub my clit and then going back inside of me.  "Uh, feel free to use both hands."  I grin.  I raise my other hand to your mouth and let you suck my finger for a few seconds, then I rub my clit with that hand.  "What are you thinking?  Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself at night, what you're thinking about now." 

My breath is shallow and the words spill out jerkily.  "I'm thinking about unzipping your pants and pulling out your cock.  Rubbing the tip of your cock up and down my bare pussy lips until you are rock hard and dripping wet.  Sitting back down and pulling you closer to me. Running my tongue around your head, tasting myself on you, tasting you.  Reaching out one hand to cup your balls, while my other hand rubs my clit.  Sliding my tongue along the underside of your shaft all the way down to the bottom.  Running my tongue around the base of your cock and then sliding it back up your shaft.  Taking as much of you as I can in my mouth, still teasing you with my tongue, sucking lightly.  Teasing you, sliding my mouth up and down, running my tongue over every inch of you, massaging your balls, until you are begging me to make you cum.

"Then hopping up on the edge of the desk and pulling you to me.  You lower your lips to mine, kissing me deeply as my hand guides the tip of your cock to my pussy lips again.  I slide you up and down again to wet you, then guide just the head of you inside.  I cry out against your lips and you move your mouth to cover my ear and murmur my name.  'I want to fuck you.  Now.'

"I pull away and look into your eyes.  'Yes.  But slowly so it doesn’t hurt.'  You slide a little more than your head inside, pulling my legs further apart for better access.  I lean back on the desk, hoping the angle will allow me to accept more of you inside me, my hands playing with my nipples.  You slowly work yourself deeper inside of me, telling me how tight my pussy is, pausing often to let my body get used to you, to expand to accept you.  You manage to slide yourself in to the hilt, your pelvis hitting my clit on each thrust."

"You manipulate my legs so my ankles are on your shoulders, trying to adjust for a better angle and depth.  You turn your head slightly and brush your lips against my ankle.  You place your hands over mine on my breasts.  You take one of my hands in yours and slide it down to my clit, your fingers rubbing in tandem with mine.  'Keep your hand there.'  I continue to rub my clit as you slide your hands back up to my breasts, rolling my nipples between your fingers, pinching lightly.

I pause for a moment as you have unbuttoned my shirt.  The bra I'm wearing is very low cut and lacy.  You slide the cups down to expose my nipples and cover one with your mouth.  A shiver runs through my body.  You stop and look up at me, waiting for me to continue.  As I continue to talk, you alternate your mouth and your hand on my breasts, lightly pinching and running your teeth across my nipples.

"Oh damn.  I have had several small orgasms so far, and I can feel another one, a bigger one, building.  So can you as you lock your eyes with mine and say, 'Cum for me, baby.  I want to feel you cum on my cock now.'

"Your finger presses down on my hardened clit and you thrust as far as you can into me.  My knuckle in my teeth muffles my scream as the orgasm rips through me.  I clench every muscle I can around your cock, trying to make you cum as well.  'Oh damn, I’m cumming too,' you growl out as you thrust deeply into me one more time and I feel you explode inside me.  I keep my muscles tight for as long as I can, riding you.

"You move my legs so they are now at your sides and I wrap them around you, keeping you deep inside me.  You lean over me, breathing heavy, your hands on the opposite edge of the desk, holding on for support.  I reach my arms up around your neck and pull you down to me.  I kiss you lightly at first, until you make it more passionate, drawing my tongue into your mouth and sucking deeply.  

That's what I'm thinking about now."

You have stopped sucking my nipples and have begun rubbing your cock through your pants.  I can see the outline of your shaft through the fabric.  You take my hand off my clit and place it on the bulge in your lap, and I stroke you.  You reach over and put your hand where mine was, rubbing hard and fast.  I cum in a matter of seconds.  I cum hard, squeezing my legs around your hand and mine, holding them tight to my body, my ass rising off the chair from the intensity.  I can feel my juices flowing out of me.  You grin at me.  "Damn, woman."

After a minute or two, when I can breathe normally again, I lean forward to kiss you.  I run my fingers through your hair, pulling you closer to me.  Our tongues intertwine and I can still faintly taste myself on you.  I break the kiss.  "Now it's your turn."

I stand up and pull you to your feet.  I untuck your shirt, running my hands along your waist, feeling your body jump at my touch.  I undo your belt and the button, slowly sliding down the zipper.  I run my hands along the waistband of your pants and slide them down slighlty, exposing your white briefs.  I run my fingertips over your cock through the fabric of your briefs, feeling you strain against my touch. I slide my hands down your briefs, stroking your shaft.  I manage to get the briefs down enough to expose your cock to me.  I wrap my hand around you.  Or at least try to.  "I don't think you're going to fit inside me." 

"Why do you say that?" you ask.

"You are so big around.  And you're always telling me how tight I am." I rub my thumb around your head, feeling the wetness that is already there.

You grin.  "You are.  But you're also so wet that it shouldn't be a problem," you say shakily, one hand sliding back up my skirt.  

"Don't distract me!" I scold.  You move your hand away.  "Sit down."  You do.  I kneel in front of you.  "Move a little closer."  You do.  I cup my breasts in my hands and rub them against the head of your cock.  You groan slightly and push your cock closer to me.  I can feel your pre-cum wetting my nipples and breasts slightly.  "Hmmm.  This isn't going to work  too well.  We'll have to try that later.  This position is much better for other things."

I lean forward and run my tongue around your head.  "Oh damn!" you cry out.  I taste you briefly before sliding my tongue down your shaft and then back up.  I take your head in my mouth and suck lightly.  Slowly, I slide my mouth down your shaft, trying to take in more of you.  "Your mouth feels so good around me."  I run my fingers along the bottom of your shaft and your balls.  "Have you been thinking about sucking my cock?"  I murmur my assent, feeling your body shudder at the vibrations this causes.  "Not as long as I have."

I slide my mouth all the way up your shaft, barely breaking contact.  I thin strand of your pre-cum connects my lips to your cock.  "How long have you been thinking about this?" I ask before swirling my tongue around your head again.

"Damn, woman!"  Your body jumps at my touch again.  "Since I started working here."  Your hand reaches out and lightly rests on the back of my head, stroking my hair.  "Oh, that's it," you cry out.  I feel you expand even more in mouth.  I suck harder, my tongue probing the ridge where your head meets your shaft.  Your hand tightens on my head as you groan, "Oh, baby.  I'm gonna cum."  I slide off a little, still sucking.  You explode, your cum filling my mouth as I hungrily suck every drop.  I swallow, continuing to milk every drop I can, still sucking lightly on your head until you are squirming.  

You pull me up to your lap, kissing me, my neck, my ear.  "Wow.  That was ... wow."  You wrap your arms around me, holding me tight to you.  "Can you do that again soon?"  Now it's my turn to laugh.  I shift on your lap to kiss you again, but your sharp intake of breath stops me.  "Damn.  You are still so wet."  My shifting has caused my wet pussy to brush against your sensitive cock.  I feel you twitch slighty.  I raise my eyebrows.

"Is that a problem?" I ask.

"No!  No.  Just a little sensitive," you reply.

"Oh.  Then I'll be gentle."  I grin wickedly as I push myself down more on you.  

"I see how you want to play."  Your eyes smoldering, you grasp my wrists in yours, holding them tight against my body.  You move your free hand between my legs, thrusting two fingers inside of me.  I groan, arching my body against you, pressing against your cock.  You twist me in the chair to give you access to my breasts.  You lower your head to my nipple and I 
arch my body toward your lips.  I cry out as you clamp your teeth lightly on my nipple.  You stop.  "Wow.  I think you just got even wetter when I did that."  

I grin, breathing heavily, my eyes closed.  "That's because I like it when you do that."

"Then I'll keep doing it."  And you do, switching to the other breast as well.  Your fingers continue to thrust deep in me, hitting the other spot I like.  I cry out again.  Your cock has been getting harder throughout your sweet torture.  I strain my hands against yours, trying to get free so I can stroke your cock, but you won't let me.

"Oh damn.  Oh damn.  I'm gonna cum again!" I cry out.  Your thumb presses against my clit as I cum again, arching even more, your mouth still firmly fastened to my nipple.  

Before I have even finished riding the orgasm out, you have shifted our position on the chair.  You release my hands and grasp me around the waist, lifting me up slightly.  You slide yourself a little more to the edge of the chair.  When I feel the head of your cock against my pussy, I reach down to guide you inside me.  I feel a slight twinge of pain as you stretch me, but it's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be.  You knew what you were doing when you started fucking me before I was done cumming. :)

Your hands on my waist hold me slightly off of your body, so you are not buried to the hilt until I am ready.  I reach down and rub my clit, making myself even wetter.  "Damn.  You are so fucking WET!" you cry as you feel my juices slide down your shaft.  I try to relax my body as much as I can and thrust myself down on your cock as far as I can.  "Oh GOD!" Both of us say it.  Thank God the building is empty by now, because we have gotten loud. 

I lean back against your chest, your hands cupping my breasts, pinching my hard swollen nipples.  I cry out in pleasure again.  I ride you slowly, loving the feel of you inside me.  "You feel SO good inside of me.  I don't ... I don't know if I can last much longer."

"That makes two of us," you growl into my ear, your teeth pulling at my earlobe.  "You are so fucking tight.  Your pussy feels so good stretched tight around my cock.  I want to cum inside you."  I groan, tightening my muscles around your cock even more.  It's your turn to groan now.  "I'm gonna cum soon.  But I want you to cum first.  Cum for me again, baby.  Cum for me now."  You thrust up as hard as you can.  I bite down on my lip and thrust down to meet you.  

"Aw fuck.  I'm cumming!" I cry out.  My pussy tightens around your cock and you explode inside me.  We ride the orgasm out together, your hands still cupping my breasts.  

I collapse against your chest, both of us breathing hard, you still inside me.  "Damn," you say, wrapping your arms around me tightly.

"Damn is right," I tell you.  "I think I need to load software on your laptop more often."

You laugh.



Working Late



It is a sunny day and I am sitting in my office, I have a large office with a separate meeting room that looks over several other offices in my building, opposite my meeting room is an office that has been vacant for nearly a year. It is the weekend and I am in to finish off some work that needs doing for a meeting on Monday morning. I go to have a break in the meeting room as the chairs are a little better plus my coffee machine is in there and I need a coffee. When I enter the room with its large table and chairs I notice some movement in the office opposite mine. I go to the machine and poor myself a coffee, and I grab my paper for my daily read of the news. I sit down at my chair and I look to see what is happening just across from me, the other office is only about four feet away from my window, it's not too bad as I have a clear view and a nice scene from the other side of the room. Looking I notice a figure in the room, all I can see is a tight black skirt as it clings to this persons curves, its not a bad view so far, a nice set of legs and what looks like a fine ass, shame the other half is in a cupboard.

I sit down with my coffee and I face the window to see if I can get a good view of what's behind the legs, as I look the legs start to move and a stunning looking blonde who looks about 35 stands up and brushes her knees down, I watch as the material clings to her body, the skirt tight to her and her blouse slightly open and tight against her white thin bra, I gaze at her blouse and her breast as I watch her brushing herself down and her nipple slightly erect strain against the thin material. I start to think that if she is permanent then maybe I should arrange more meetings, the view has certainly improved in my books and just watching her is making me start to think of things other than coffee and work, in fact watching her is making me hard.

I sit there and watch her work sorting her office out into some order, watching her work and watching her moves is erotic and hypnotising. I notice her blouse as it clings to her skin, watching her skirt move clinging to her long legs, even her hair as it falls out of place ,and her as she brushes it back, I find myself becoming aroused as I watch all of this just feet from me. She has her back to me as she bends down; her skirt and blouse cling tightly to her as she works. I forget my coffee and work as my cock starts to push against my trousers, I feel myself becoming harder as I watch her bend and move seeing her muscles tighten when her blouse clings to her.

I start to unzip my trousers and release my semi hard cock when as if on cue she turns to face me. She is sorting piles on the floor so has not seen me yet. My cock is free and my cock hardens as I watch her bending down, her blouse is open and I can see her firm breasts as they push against the material, her firm legs as she bends, seeing her bending to reveal stocking has my cock rock hard in no time and I wonder what her breast would feel like seeing them before me straining against her bra the clear material and her dark nipple pressing forward. I start to stroke my cock slowly and I watch her moving. Suddenly she looks up and I wave at her as she looks straight at me, my window is hiding my cock from her view as she is slightly lower than me, but only just. She waves at me and smiles a friendly smile, I put my hand to my head as if I am holding a phone, she nods and I grab a piece of paper and scrawl down my extension number and I hold it to the window. I watch her with my cock still in my hand as she picks up the phone and taps my number, the phone beside me rings and I pick it up and listen to her silky and rather sexy voice as she say hello and that her name is Maria. I tall her my name and what position I hold in the company, she tells me that means she is below me and I laugh and say without thinking "I wished", I expect her to be a bit funny.

Maria replies but not with what I expect she just laughs and says that work should not be all about stress but also ways to relax. Maria pulls a chair toward the window and she sits down facing me and asks if I enjoy watching her.

Maria asks me if I find her good looking or attractive for a woman nearer forty than thirty. I tell her she looks stunning and that her figure is enough to make me a little hotter under the collar. We start to flirt and I can see her relaxing as she undoes another button on her blouse and her fingers run along the top of her bra. She tells me that flattery will get me everywhere as she moves her hands down her leg gripping the hem and pulling it slightly higher. My cock is throbbing and I cannot help but stroke it as I watch her fingers run up the inside of her thighs. She tell me that she wants me on my desk so she can have fun watching me as she uses her own hand to fuck herself.

I get up and move to the desk and I sit on the edge my cock pointing at her as she pulls her skirt up to her waist. I sit there my cock throbbing and on view as Maria's voice appear on the phone and she tells me that I am to do what she wants. She tells me that she wants to watch me as I stroke my cock, she wants me to watch her, and she wants me to remember that she is only next door and that I could on any day help her do some overtime. I hear her soft voice as it describes every detail to me, I stroke my throbbing cock as I watch her hands pull her panties down. My cock throbs as I see her pull her pussy apart, her legs spread and her pussy open as she runs her fingers along it and tells me what she is doing and feeling.

I stroke my aching cock harder, she watches me and slide a finger inside her wet pussy; she tells me that she won't be long in Cumming. Maria tells me that she wants me to stand and she wants to see me stroke my swollen cock then she wants to watch my cum as it hits the window, she will finger fuck herself to climax. I hear her moans as I watch her slide two fingers deep into her pussy, pulling them out and teasing herself and then again as she slide her fingers in. She tells me she is thinking of my cock as she feels her finger go deeply inside her; she pictures my swollen cock instead. I hear her moans and she whimpers as her orgasm arrives, I can hold of no more and I feel my balls as the shrink and my cock is twitching. I tell her and she watches as I near the window, I hear her gasp as her orgasm arrives and her eyes as my cock explodes sending my cum spraying across the window. We both shudder as we orgasm and she removes her hand and licks her fingers as she sees my cum sliding to the floor. I sit and I hear her voice as she tells me that tomorrow night it won't be so far apart. 



Working Late



Rebecca looked at the clock on her desk. Its red neon glow flashed 9:45pm. This had been the third week running that she was still at work long after the cleaners had swept through. She stretched back in her chair, turning to look out the window at the city far below and pondering the past few weeks. Her life had gradually become her work. She preferred work to home nowadays. After all, she was paid to control work. The last thing she wanted was to go home to a husband whom she felt required her constant guidance in order to function effectively. She wanted surprise, she wanted to let go. But it wasn't like that at home. So she stayed, and worked on the Macallister account. 

Rebecca swivelled back in the chair, and rubbed her bleary eyes, looking at the screen. The words seemed to scramble themselves as she struggled to focus, signalling it was definitely time to head home. Slowly, she switched her computer off and gathered her files for the evening. She slumped into the corner of the elevator, lit only by the dim glow of the G button, and found herself thinking of some far off tropical oasis, somewhere far from her current situation. 

The elevator came to a halt with a thud at the ground level, jolting Rebecca back to life. She moved towards the opening doors. Suddenly, a person dressed entirely in black ran into the elevator, grabbing Rebecca, twisting her arm behind her back, and covering her mouth with his hand. She let out a muffled scream and started to struggle, but the figure pressed his lips to her hear. It spoke in a deep, calculating tone.

"If I was you, I wouldn't struggle too much. Press the button to go back to your floor."

His words sent a shudder through her. As if possessed, she pressed the button to return to the 27th Floor.

As the doors closed, the figure pushed Rebecca up against the back wall of the elevator, and pressed his body against hers. He grabbed at her other hand and pulled it behind her back. Securing her arms between their bodies, he produced tape, and began to loop it around her wrists, ensuring they could not be moved. Rebecca let out a small cry, whispering, "please, let me go," as she struggled slightly. The figure pressed his lips to her ear again, and spoke calmly.

"You shall remain unharmed, as long as you do what I say."

The elevator opened at the 27th floor, and the man grabbed Rebecca, steering her towards the doors.

"Now, your office...take me there. And don't try anything." 

Rebecca struggled again, but the figure pulled her head back sharply, exposing her neck to him. He bit lightly, then his lips found her ear once more. 

"Silly, silly girl..." he stated in a very matter-of-fact manner, giving her a nudge out the door. Rebecca sighed and her head dropped, admitting defeat as she led the man to her office. 

Once inside her office, the figure stood in front of the closed door. He looked at Rebecca, and for the first time she was able to make out an expression on his face. It was a wicked smile, as if he knew exactly what was to come. Rebecca felt powerless, wondering what this person wanted with her. Her thoughts were interrupted by his slow, calculating tone. 

"This is a very different situation for someone like you, isn't it? For once in your life, you don't have the power. You're now at my mercy. How does that feel?" 

Rebecca stood, silent, slightly shivering with fear...and yet, she also felt a strange calm coming over her. Before she could respond, the figure spoke again. 

"Onto the desk. Now."

Rebecca looked at the man, who simply moved his head towards the desk. Without another thought, Rebecca moved to the desk, sitting down on it. The figure moved towards her. 

"Lie down on your back."

Rebecca looked again. This time she caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were a mysterious blue and their intense expression seemed to call out to her, seemed to command her. She lay down, trapping her bound hands under her back. The figure moved over to Rebecca, and produced the tape from the elevator. He unwrapped it, and slowly began to bind her ankles together. As he wound, he surveyed the woman lying powerless before him. Her crisp white business shirt covered what appeared to be a quite bountiful bosom, and her shortish black business skirt had now slid half way up, barely covering her arse and presenting a slight glimpse of white panties. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her eyes were following his every move, seeming to cry out to him. He finished securing her ankles, then met her anxious gaze. 

"Nice office...seems like a just reward for knowing how to run things...doesn't it?". 

Rebecca looked back at the figure and again whispered, "what do you want with me?"

The man gave an evil smile. 

"Me? Well, just as this is a worthy reward for knowing how to run things, I too feel I should be rewarded." He looked around the office. "But it seems that the only way to get rewarded, is to take control, so if that's what it takes..." His voice trailed off as he slowly ran his finger down Rebecca's neck and across her chest, watching her reactions as her eyes closed and her body shivered slightly at his touch. He leaned over and very slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, exposing her breasts, unburdened by a bra. Her nipples were already hardening and seemed to be begging for his touch. He slowly ran his fingers down Rebecca's chest, lightly tracing circles around her nipples, before delicately flicking the tips. He heard Rebecca moan at this touch, and smiled to himself, breathing in a little deeper at her reaction. 

Rebecca tilted her head back against the desk, subconsciously arching up to meet the touch. She still felt scared, but her whole body was beginning to tingle with more than fear... The man lowered his lips down and slowly engulfed her left nipple in his mouth, teasing it slightly with his tongue. Rebecca gasped at this touch, feeling her reluctant excitement growing. The figure slid his hand against her right breast, lightly pinching at the nipple and she began to writhe on the table, her breathing growing rapid. Just as a moan of pleasure escaped her, the man stopped. Rebecca looked up at him, her eyes seemingly pleading for his touch. He lowered his face to hers, and looked deep into her eyes. 

"Now, m'dear, I did say this was to be my reward, didn't I?" 

Rebecca nodded apprehensively.

"So it wouldn't be right to let you have all the fun...would it?" 

With that, the figure grabbed Rebecca's hips, and turned her over face down onto the desk. He grabbed the tape and pulled the bindings to her feet up higher, looping the tape around them, before running the tape up her back, wrapping it back around the hands. Rebecca started to struggle, but it was merely for show. Deep down she knew it was useless. He had control, and she was trapped. 

The figure then walked around to the edge of the desk, looking Rebecca in the eye. He slowly unzipped his pants, presenting her with his now throbbing erection. Rebecca's eyes opened wide, and she whimpered a little. 

"Please....please..." was all she could manage. 

The man moved forward and stroked her hair. 

"Now now, don't worry. As I told you, do as I command, and all will be fine." 

And with that, he moved his erection to her lips, pushing slightly, moving it past her lips and sliding the tip inside of her mouth. Rebecca's tongue immediately moved to the tip, lightly flicking and probing around, as more and more of his now hard cock filled her mouth. Her tongue began to dance up and down the shaft, as her lips pressed down. The man began to moan softly and grabbed the back of Rebecca's head, moving more of his cock inside of her. She felt herself now wanting to move with him, however, bound by his restraints, she was little more than his toy, unable to respond. She felt herself beginning to build up, wanting to shout out, wanting to react, and yet she was forced to lie helpless as he fucked her mouth.

The man began to rock Rebecca back and forth against his cock, feeling her lips pressing down on him. He reached around, and pulled the fabric up at the back of her skirt, sliding the panties to one side. Rebecca moaned into his cock...feeling more exposed than ever. The figure slowly crept his fingers along her inner thigh, teasing her moist pussy by moving closer, without ever giving the touch she was longing for. Rebecca whimpered and gasped around his cock, which moved deeper into her mouth with his every thrust. The man looked down, gazing deep into Rebecca's eyes. She looked up, pleading with him to touch her. He slowly slid his cock out of her mouth, and gave Rebecca a slight nudge. She tipped over onto her side, completely unable to move. 

The figure walked around, and lightly probed her tender pussy lips with his fingers. Rebecca let out an audible gasp at his touch, and he could feel her straining at her restraints to move against him. The figure moved his fingers back, just out of reach of Rebecca's eager pussy. She squirmed and began to beg. 

"Please....please...touch me".

The figure leaned over, lightly nibbling her earlobe, and whispered, "Good things come to those who wait, m'dear...lets see how you go."

His hand moved to her ankles and slowly crept along her calf and thigh, touching every inch of skin, making it seem like hours. She squirmed and writhed, testing her restraints but unable to break free.

Suddenly, his hands moved back to her feet and he began to loosen her ties. Rebecca began to move her legs around, tentatively kicking at the figure, until he grabbed hold of her ankles forcefully. He spoke in a sterner manner. 

"Not wise, m'dear. I gave you your feet back due to your good behaviour, however, your hands will remain tied until I feel I can trust you."

Rebecca found herself responding "sorry sir". 

He dragged Rebecca to the edge of the desk by the ankles, her exposed breasts dragging on the desk. Crouching behind her, he slowly lowered his lips and lightly flicked at her dripping pussy with his tongue. Rebecca let out a soft moan, voluntarily opening her legs a little wider. He smiled, and lowered his tongue down onto her pussy, delicately probing inside, tasting her excitement. Rebecca felt her whole body shudder, and she completely let herself fall under his control, wiggling her arse slightly, pushing her pussy back against his tongue. 

The figure responded by grabbing her hips, driving Rebecca back into his lips, his tongue dancing and flicking around her clit, enjoying feeling her moving on his tongue. His hands began to slide over her body, giving her arse a squeeze. Rebecca gave a little yelp and tried to cry out, but all that she managed was "oh yes...god yes". 

That was the cue the man wanted, and in one move he forced his tongue rigid, and began to very slowly tongue fuck the helplessly aroused woman. He inched his tongue inside of her, pressing it deep, before slowly sliding it out. 

Rebecca gave a very audible moan, shuddering and pushing back as much as she could. The figure continued to probe and tongue fuck, giving his own slight moans, as he tasted all of Rebecca's wetness, her pussy engulfing his tongue. He worked his tongue inside of her deeper and deeper with every thrust, moving his hand down towards his hard cock, giving it a long, slow stroke, preparing it for what was to come. He withdrew his tongue, and teasingly kissed his way along her back and slowly up her neck, before biting and nibbling at her earlobe. Rebecca pressed against his lips, longing for more of his touch. 

He whispered, "very good so far, m'dear, but this is your biggest test..." and with that, he kissed his way back down towards her pussy, before standing up, and placing the tip of his cock on her moist pussy lips. Rebecca struggled, and tried to push against him. The figure gave her arse a slap, bringing a yelp from her lips. He spoke calmly. 

"What did I tell you, m'dear? You don't have any control". 

"Sorry sir".

The man crept his hands along her back, making Rebecca shiver. He grabbed her bound hands, and slowly pulled back, forcing her head and shoulders up off the table and sliding her back onto his cock. Rebecca gasped, as the figure began to slowly work his cock inside of her, using her own hands to pull her against him. Rebecca moaned and cried out as her back arched, her breasts now thrust out in front of her, feeling herself being driven back against his cock. 

The figure was now thrusting his cock deeper with every stroke, controlling Rebecca with her own bound hands, forcing her against him. His cock was slamming deep inside of her wetness and he felt her surrounding him totally. Rebecca gave a cry with every stroke, part pleasure, and part surrender. She heard herself crying out "fuck me harder, make me cum. I'm yours...do whatever you want with me." With this, the figure leant down slightly and pulled harder, arching Rebecca right up, changing his angle, and penetrating her deeper still. Rebecca gave a scream of delight, squeezing down on his cock, grinding her pussy against him, feeling herself building up. 

The man could feel her pussy milking his cock, and he began to breathe harder and harder, struggling to maintain his own control for the first time. He began to thrust slowly, but very roughly, pulling her back against him, before pushing her nearly completely off his cock, then pulling her back. Rebecca screamed with every stroke. 

"I'm close...I'm close," she moaned. 

The figure rapidly increased the tempo, holding both her hands in one of his and moving the other around to her exposed breasts, playing with her nipples, lightly squeezing and massaging with every stroke. He felt himself building and building, ready to shoot deep inside her slick and willing pussy. 

Rebecca began to tingle all over, enjoying this amazing stimulation of every part of her body and mind. She began to pant heavily, feeling him building inside of her. They now began moving together, slamming against each other in perfect sync, feeling each other building and building. Suddenly, they both let out a cry and his whole body began to shudder, as he unloaded wave after wave of his warm cum deep inside of her, feeling her juices flooding around his cock. Rebecca felt her body explode as his cock exploded inside of her. He slowly lowered her back to the table, pressing himself against her back, and kissing her neck. 

Both lay there for a few minutes, before the man slowly began to untie her hands. He walked over and flicked on the light, then walked back, sitting in her chair. Rebecca turned her head, and smiled. 

"Thank you dear, that was a lovely anniversary present."

He moved over, and kissed his wife's forehead. 

"It was my pleasure. You are the sexiest creature I've ever laid eyes on, and I'm glad I got to show you." 

They both stood, and composed themselves, before heading back to the elevator. Rebecca looked at her husband and smiled. She thought to herself: "perhaps I need to work late a little more. Who knows who I might bump into...?" 



Working Late



He had been working late for the last month and I was beginning to suspect that perhaps he had something going with his assistant. I hadn't met her yet but you know how the story goes with new young assistant. They are like nannies. Never hire a beautiful young nanny to take care of your children. First of all, after giving birth women don't want to have sex. Secondly, nannies get paid and they are always cheerful. So there you are with baby on breast, lacking sleep while a young pretty nanny flits about the house looking beautiful. Who wouldn't want to have sex with the nanny?

At any rate my mind began to run wild. I imagined his new secretary to be young and vibrant. I pictured her leaning over him, brushing her young firm breasts against his arm as he worked diligently behind his desk with his sexy glasses on and his sleeves rolled up. 

It was about 6:00 pm and the usual call came in.

"I'm sorry honey, but I am going to be late again. I am working against a deadline, and I have work to do on the project."

With much trepidation, I accepted his apology and told him I understood.

When I hung up the phone. I felt infuriated. "I don't believe it," I grumble out loud. I quickly dialed my sister's number and asked her if she'd watch the kids for a few hours while I ran out to help Jim with something at the office. Her date had been cancelled so she agreed to come over.

I quickly hung up the phone and rushed upstairs and found the clothes I wanted to wear. While I got dressed, I checked out myself in the mirror. I've always been happy with my body. My breasts were still firm. I worked hard at getting my flat belly back. I turned to get a better view of my ass in the mirror. I smiled thinking to myself that Jim always loved my ass. He says it's still as firm as it was while we were in college. 

My sister arrived. "Hello." 

I'll be right down, the kids are watching TV, go say 'hi' to them."  

When I came downstairs, my sister looked at me devilishly, "What are you up to? No good?"

"Jim's been working late, and I am going to pay him a surprise visit," Turning myself away from the kids, I quickly opened my overcoat and showed her my new clothes.

"Wow, I hope you don't get pulled over."

I gave her a big hug, assured her that I owed her, kissed the kids goodbye and I was out the door.

When I arrived downtown, I parked the car and looked at myself in mirror. "Not bad," I thought. I applied a little lipstick, straightened out my coat and exited the car. As I walked up the sidewalk, I looked up at his office building. I was nervous. I haven't been nervous about him in years. I kept wondering if I was going to walk in on him. I grew flush with jealously. 

I entered the office building, located in the heart of the Financial District. Droves of people exited the elevator eager to get home. I stepped into the elevator and watched the numbers climb to the 33rd floor.

"Ding", I look up to see that I had arrived. It's quiet in the office. I walked towards his door. It was slightly ajar. I could hear a woman's voice. 

I stopped in the hallway in hopes of eavesdropping a little.  That nervous feeling came back and I felt my confidence waning. As I stood under the fluorescent lighting, I began to wonder what I was doing there. I wanted to run back to the elevator and head back home. But I stood there like a deer in headlights. Slowly I approached the door to his office and peeked inside hoping to get a glimpse of Jim's new assistant.

There was a woman hovering over his desk. Her thighs looked a bit chubby, her clothes dowdy and her hair was grey. I could see she was old enough to be his mother. "So that's his new assistant," I thought to myself. I was relieved. I felt a renewed sense of confidence. I was so relieved that I let out a loud sigh of relief, startling both of them. 

"Honey! What are you doing here?"

"Hi Sweetheart." I said cheerfully. "I thought maybe you were getting a little hungry."

The woman began packing up her papers.

"Hi guess that will be all for tonight. See you first thing in the morning." Jim said. He bade her goodnight and she scurried off without an introduction.

He stood up behind his desk. I took a step back and gently nudged the door closed. I untied the waistband of my coat and let it fall to the floor. There I stood, feeling excited, turned on, I could see my reflection in the window behind him. I was looking hot.

Jim looked at me, his eyes twinkled as he slowly sat down, and quietly smiled at me as he watched me moved closer to him. 

God, I love when he wears his glasses and rolls up his sleeves. His shirt was slightly disheveled and I could see his chest hairs peeking over the top button. He was still as handsome to me as the day I fell in love with. 

I sauntered over like a run way model; slinking in my black heels, thigh highs, garter and black lace bra; I made my way over to him. He never said a word. 

When I reached him, he turned to face out the window as I knelt before him. I opened his white button down, one button at a time; His shirt fell open exposing the downy hair on his chest. My hands slid down the front of his chest. His body felt warm and strong. I could feel his chest rise and fall. I leaned my head against his chest, turning my face to one side. There is something in the way he smells; manly, clean, like the ground, the raw earth on a rainy day. I inhaled, filling my lungs with the scent of him. 

Intoxicating.

I circled one nipple with my tongue. Around and around my tongue drifted. He began to moan,

"Oh god baby. Mmmm," he moaned quietly. I bit one nipple and then ran my tongue around it bringing pleasure to his pain. I ran my hands down his torso and unbuttoned his pants. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Slowly, tooth-by-tooth, I unzipped his pants. Aaah. . . no underwear. He never liked wearing underwear. 

He is hard, beautiful, pulsating. I wrapped my hand around his cock as my other hand reached down between my own legs. I was wet, swollen, and warm. I stroked his cock. Up over and down my hand stroked his firm manhood. I squeezed; repeating this over and over, faster and faster. 

He reached down and grasped my hair. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I put his cock into my mouth and wrapped by lips around it. Sliding my tongue to the tip, exploring the small, wet opening. Mmmmmm, he tasted so sweet. 

"Oh Baby, suck my cock." He moved his hips towards me plunging himself deeper into my mouth. Oh yes, you're so good." I sucked harder and faster. Wanting to get him off.

I was wet. I could feel my juices running down my smooth inner thighs. My ass was to the window secretly hoping that someone from the other building was watching me suck his beautiful cock. It tastes so good. I licked and sucked his cock. I could taste the precum and I wanted more. 

In a deep quiet voice, he moaned, "oh yes, suck my cock. That's it. Oh yes, that feels so good." 

I gazed up at him; he stood up held my hips and turned my body to face the window. I could see the Bay Bridge. It was lit up, the lights' reflection on the surface of the water. Placing my hands on window, I could see the building across the street. 

I pushed my hips towards him. I wanted him. He drew me closer to him, teasing me with his cock. Reaching around he began rubbing my clit. My knees began to grow weak. 

I glanced towards the building across the street. A man silhouetted in the lighted window across the street. I grew wetter.

He spread my legs with his feet and thrust his cock into me. Jim felt manly. His strong hands held my hips as I gave myself to him. I could hear my wetness and the sound of his balls against my wet pussy. 

I pushed my ass back and upwards so that I can feel him deep inside of me. He rubbed my clit. First gently, brushing up against the tip, over and over.

"Oh babe, you are wet. Give me your juices, I wanted to hear it. Oh yes. . . your clit is so big."

When he talks like that, I lose myself in him. 

He began to rub the ridge of my clit, just how I like it, in big circles, over and over the ridge.

We both began to moan louder and louder. He drove his cock deep down into me bringing both pleasure and pain. As he thrust himself deeper, I reached down between my legs, I rubbed my clit, and then slid my fingers down to feel his cock slide in and out

"Yes, baby don't stop. Please don't stop. . . oh god. . . oh. . . I'm going to cum."

He could feel I was going to cum. While plunging his cock deep into me his finger pushed its way into my ass and moved with the rhythm of his cock. I continued circling my clit with my fingers, I could the heat shoot into my toes and a warm rush throughout my body. I was going to cum cum. 

"Come on baby, cum with me." I cried out as he pushed is cock and finger deeper into me.

Jim suddenly let out a deep moan. One I hadn't heard in awhile.

In that moment, we both came, our bodies joined in our orgasmic dance, each holding our breath as if to prolong the moment. I opened my eyes and looked out the window, I could still make out the silhouette of the man standing in building across the street. As I came, it was as if the stranger across the way stood frozen in the moment. 

I turned around as Jim lowered himself back down into chair. I knelt down between his knees and rest my head his lap. Jim closed his eyes and ran fingers through my hair. I inhaled deeply and filled my lungs with him; the scent of a man. 

Slowly I arose, and walked back to my coat as Jim zipped up his pants and buttoned his shirt. As I tied the front of my coat closed, I glanced across the way and I could see that the window was now dark.

"Are you ready to get a bite?" I said. 

"Yes, I am starved. Let me just buzz my new assistant."

Suddenly, there was a light knock, the door opened and a young woman stuck her head in.

"Yes Jim?" 

"I'm going home now Jennifer. By the way, this is my wife Emily."

She turned and offered her hand out to me. She was stunning! Her smile was bright and shown between her full lips, her eyes turquoise blue.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer, I'm Jim's new assistant."

I stumbled for a moment, and awkwardly stuck my hand out.

She shook it firmly, smiled at Jim, turned on her heels and cheerfully wished us a good night. 

"Good night, see you in the morning." Jim called after her.

Turning to me, Jim looked a little flustered, maybe even nervous. He mumbled, "That's Jennifer, my new assistant." 

"Cute," I replied.

For a moment, I thought I heard him sigh. He then reached for my arm and pulled me close, "Still hungry my Princess?"



Working Late



"I am never going to finish grading all these papers," Mark muttered to himself. He pushed himself away from the desk and leaned back with his hands behind his head allowing himself a moment to drift off in thought. He couldn't help thinking of his aide. He didn't like calling her that but that is what the office called her. Technically, she was support staff but that didn't sound any better. He preferred referring to her as a friend. He thought that the other somehow "labels" put her beneath him. 

Now there was a thought that he wouldn't mind. There was no doubt that he was attracted to her. Although she was older than him, it was hard to tell. She was tall and curvy. She claimed that she did not work out but he couldn't tell. Her short hair often hid half of her gorgeous face and her smile could light up a room. Even the way she carried herself said something about her; she was proper and professional. She was an elegant lady. But there was more. As a mother of three and a successful teacher, she demonstrated that she knew how to deal with children; which is a turn-on with single fathers. And as football season reached its half-life, he discovered her passion for sports. Yes, he was attracted to her as an entire person. 

They had kissed once before but it was nothing major. They had been dancing at a club and of course had both been drinking. Before he knew it, there was a sudden quick kiss. It happened so quickly he couldn't figure out who initiated it. Neither had talked about it since so he didn't think much about it; except that he wanted an opportunity to see what a kiss with her was really like. 

A light tap at the door startled him out of his thoughts. He stood up, stretched, and walked to the door. It was probably the janitors. They were used to him staying so late after everyone else that they often waited to do his room last. Glancing at his watch, he noticed that it was only five-o-clock and that he still had a good hour before anyone made their rounds. Maybe they wanna get out early. Can't blame 'em. Everyone else went home early to get things ready for tomorrow.

He opened the door with an apology on his tongue for staying so late but had to swallow it when he saw Elizabeth standing there. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "I figured you would be busy at home by now."

"Well I was. But then I realized that I had forgotten something that I really needed for the break so I came back. I know how late you stay so I figured you would still be here," she responded. 

"You were right. I am here. Trying to get these papers graded," he said as he moved back into the room and closed the door behind her. "I hate going into a break with things to do."

"I know what you mean. That's exactly why I needed to come back," she said. The way she stressed the word 'needed' caught his attention. They made an agreement when they first started working that he would take care of the student work if she would focus on the office work. As far as he knew, that was all taken care of. What else did she need to do before the break?

He returned to his seat and began sorting through the tests trying to get himself focused once again. He could hear her rummaging around behind him but paid no attention. He had been caught plenty of times looking when he shouldn't have been and he was trying to get that under control. He was about to get started when he noticed that it had grown quiet in the room. Thinking that she may have stepped out without saying anything, he turned around. He couldn't believe what he saw.

She hadn't left the room as he originally thought. Instead, she was sitting on the reading couch in the far corner of the room. But what caught his attention was what she was wearing. When she first came in through the door, she was bundled up from head to toe. It was freezing outside so it was to be expected. But now she was sitting comfortably in a pair of black lace boy shorts, a matching bra, and a silk robe that was failing to cover her. In addition to her enticing outfit, she wore a naughty look on her face. 

Hesitantly, he stood up and walked over to her, thoughts scrambling though his head. Is this really happening? Has she gone crazy? Is this a trap? Where should I start? He stopped a few feet away and continued to take it all in. She was more beautiful than he thought. Up until he now, he only imagined what was under those clothes. 

"So are you just going to stand there?" she questioned staring at him intently. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he responded. "Are you sure this is where you want to do this?"

"I'm here aren't I?" came a quick reply. Something was different about her. Her calm, quiet demeanor had been replaced with something stronger, something more straight-forward. There was an edge to her voice. It both excited him and scared him. He wondered what could have caused this change. "Come here," she growled.

He stepped forward as she moved to the end of the couch. She didn't take her eyes off him as she quickly undid his belt and slid down his pants. By now, all this excitement and taken full effect and she smiled as she ran her hand along the cotton covering him. She slid down his boxer briefs and his member sprang out happy to finally be free. 

Now she moved her eyes down his body to his rigid cock. It was dark, thick, and long. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip and she licked it off tasting its saltiness and eliciting a low groan from Mark. Teasingly, she began licking his head, twirling her tongue around it. She continued by licking his shaft, running her tongue up and down the entire length playing with his head each time she came to the top. Her saliva soaked his cock making it slick as she stroked it. She could feel him begin pushing forward so she opened her mouth and took him as deep as she could. A moan showed his approval. As she continued sucking as he removed his shirt. She ran her hand up over his stomach and chest and back down to his hips. Removing him from her mouth, she began to explore planting kisses and licking everywhere she could. 

Mark dropped to his knees and met her with a kiss. This time it was a deep passionate kiss, their tongues dancing around one another. He pulled back and pushed her back on the couch. He kissed her down her neck and worked his way down to her breasts. Unclasping her bra, he removed it and began sucking on her nipples, hardening them. He continued kissing her as he worked over her stomach and paused to focus on her hips. He could already smell her intoxicating scent. He moved over her mound and pressed his nose against the fabric. He could feel her wetness and took in her erotic scent. He slid off her panties and moved back into place. He ran his tongue along her slit getting his first taste. Delicious! He wanted to pay her back for her teasing so he continue to slid his tongue up and down barely within the folds of her lips. He could feel her pressing her hips forward, begging him to probe deeper but he continued building her tension. He began to flick his tongue across her clit causing her things to spasm each time. Finally, he buried his face into her wet pussy probing his tongue deep inside of her. He let his tongue run wild dancing inside of her, flicking and sucking her clit, and occasionally dipping down to her ass. He could hear her guttural moans as he worked and felt her hand on the back of his head. He knew she was close and continued pleasuring her with his tongue. Her moans became screams as she started to cum on his face. Satisfied he stood up, his face glistening with her wetness.

"I want to ride you," she said breathlessly. "Sit down."

Mark sat down and she straddled him. Grasping his cock in her hand she positioned herself over it and lowered herself feeling his girth stretch her walls. Though he could he fell her opening to accommodate him, he slid into her slippery canal easily. She continued to lower herself until he was deep inside her. Then she began rocking her hips feeling him slide in and out. He ran his hand along her thighs and back as she continued to work his cock in and out of her pussy. He began sucking on her hard nipples and he could hear her moan with pleasure. She picked up the pace and was now pounding his cock, sliding up and down its entire length letting it plunge into her each time. With her head back and screams filling the room, she rode through another orgasm, he pussy pulsating along his cock. He wanted to fill her with his semen but didn't want this to be over yet. 

She climbed off and he bent her over the couch, her ass up in the air. It was a beautiful site. He couldn't resist running his tongue along her dripping snatch and probing her puckered ass hole. He stood up, positioned himself, and plunged his cock deep inside her pussy. He slid his cock almost entirely out and plunged in again and again. He continued this slow procession until she begged him to fuck her. Smiling, he planted his hands on her hips and began pounding her feverishly. Curiously, he slid a finger in her ass so he could feel himself sliding in and out and she moaned even louder. He continued to pound her as his finger probed her tight ass. She clenched her eyes and grasped for something to hold as her body began quivering through yet another orgasm flooding his cock with her juices. 

Wobbly, she stood up and he laid her down on one of the desks. Raising her legs, he slid his still hard cock back inside of her. Again, he pounded her, his balls slapping against her ass. He watched as she let her head fall back and she cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. He couldn't imagine this was happening; it was like a dream from which he didn't want to wake. He continued sliding himself in and out and began to feel his tension build. He picked up his pace and she began moaning again. Her pussy gripped him as she came again coaxing out his cum.

"I'm about to cum," he said. 

"Please don't cum in me," she responded. "I want to taste it. I want your cum in my mouth."

As he slid out, she clambered off the desk and dropped to her knees taking him into her mouth once again. She could taste her wetness on his cock. It didn't take long as she stroked his cock before she could feel the warm sperm shoot into the back of her throat and fill up her mouth. Satisfied she let him shoot the rest of his load over her face, neck, and tits. 

Exhausted, Mark fell to the couch and sat down next to him. She put her head on his shoulder and ran her hand along his chest and stomach. He looked down at her and the person he once knew seemed to return. Smiling up at him she pulled his head close and kissed him again. 

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that," she said.

"Maybe I do," he said smiling back. "Cuz it has crossed my mind plenty of times."

They cleaned up, redressed, and he walked her to the door. 

"So did you get what you needed?" he asked. 

"That and more," she smiled holding up her phone. "I left this here."