6 comments/ 268537 views/ 5 favorites Sandra Comes To The Rescue By: RomanCEisdead2 The story is accompanied by an original piece of artwork. This is a facsimile of one of my own drawings, produced with graphite on two-ply Bristol. Sandra Comes To The Rescue "You… you seemed to like looking at my underwear earlier. Would you like to see it properly?" Her question was rewarded by a twitching of the flesh within her grasp. She let go and stood up in front of him. There were two buttons on the jacket; she unfastened them slowly and pulled the lapels aside to display the almost sheer crossover blouse. She shrugged the jacket from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Bob's eyes went wide as he watched Sandra unfasten the blouse, which hardly concealed the lace brassiere beneath. She unwrapped the two sides and revealed just how little the cotton material hid. Her nipples were a dark shade that contrasted dramatically with her pale skin. The blouse fluttered to the ground as she pushed her shoulders back and thrust her breasts forwards. There was a stirring in Bob's trousers and the head of his dick forced its way back out through the fly. The purple knob bobbed as the blood surged into it again. In Sandra's inebriated state, she hadn't thought further than regaining Bob's interest and keeping him from leaving. Now, she wasn't sure this was such a good idea. Still, she'd made a promise to reveal her underwear, so she would have to go ahead. Sandra reached to her side and unzipped the skirt. All that held it in place now was a single button. With dread she knew that when she released it, she would be standing as good as naked in front of him. She eased the garment down over her hips, but held onto it as she lowered it to the floor. Her cleavage was pointing straight at Bob, who by now had his cock in his clenched fist. Perhaps she could encourage him to wank? That should keep him busy for a while. She stepped out of the skirt and stood back up, placing her hands on her hips. "Well? What do you think?" she asked. "I think it's a long time since I last saw anybody quite so sexy. You're not a young woman, I know, but you can knock spots off of people half your age." The compliment thrilled Sandra. Nobody had said such a thing to her for a long, long time – if ever. The alcohol, combined with the high level of arousal numbed her reaction when he indicated he would like her to go further. "Would you take the rest off for me Sandra? I'd really love to see you naked." Sandra dropped her hands to her sides. She felt the blood rise to her cheeks, but felt lost for what to say. "Besides," he continued. "You wouldn't be showing much more than you are already. I just want to see you… unfettered; as nature intended a gorgeous woman like you to be." Under normal circumstances such a comment would probably make her gag. But just now she wanted this appreciative man to see her nude body. Without saying a word, she reached behind and unhooked the clasps. She brought her hands round to hold the cups while she allowed the straps to slip down her arms. When she let her hands drop away holding the bra, Bob gasped. Her nipples were now fully on show and he was amazed at how they were standing out. He wanted nothing more than to suck on them immediately, so he reached up and took hold of each of the heavy mounds. Half standing, he latched his mouth on one of the hardened nubs. Sandra watched as Bob worked on her breasts. She was already very turned on and his actions were making her feel even randier. She was still wearing her panties, but soon she felt Rossington's thumbs hooking themselves into the waist band and drawing them down. She was too far gone to complain, or to stop him. After enduring such sweet torment for what seemed ages, Bob eventually dropped to his knees in front of her. When she felt his tongue slide along the length of her labia her knees went weak and she lost her balance. Somehow she ended up lying on her back on the sofa. With one stocking and high-heeled clad leg on either side of his head, Bob assaulted Sandra's pussy with his mouth. She couldn't stand it. Her head was rocking from side to side and then she heard a voice that she didn't recognise as her own. "Fuck me! Fuck me now! I want to feel your dick inside me when I come!" Bob looked up at the pleading face. He could see she was really desperate, but then, by now, so was he. He unfastened his trousers and pushed them and his boxers down around his thighs. Moving between Sandra's legs, she took hold of his cock and pulled it to her entrance. The moment he felt the wet warmth on the tip he drove himself forward, hard. "Ahhh!" yelled Sandra. "Yes! Harder, you must fuck me harder Bob." Rossington didn't need further encouragement; he had already begun a forceful, pounding rhythm. Sandra lifted her legs and wrapped them round his back, her panties still hanging from one ankle. This allowed Bob to drive even deeper and in this position the head of his cock was rubbing past the very sensitive spot within the passage of her vagina. She had only ever felt this when using her vibrator in the past. Bob wasn't really aware of the effect he was having on Sandra, but when she started to buck and writhe, her muscles clenching at his manhood, he gained a little insight. He was close to his own orgasm, but he was finding it difficult to maintain his thrusts. He stopped moving momentarily and then realised that her pussy was effectively doing all the work. When his spunk surged up from his balls and shot deep inside of her, she yelled, experiencing an orgasm with either a second peak or a prolonged extension of the first. The couple lay entwined for some minutes before they could pull themselves apart. Bob watched with keen interest as Sandra dressed. When she put her panties on she realised that she should have wiped away the come first, as now she could feel it oozing out into the gusset. Sandra was acutely aware that Dan could return at any time and she didn't want him to find them like this. Once they were both dressed, she poured Bob another drink and sat back down again, just as the office door opened. "Bob!" said Dan. "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. Things… took a little longer than I had hoped." He turned to Sandra and said, "I trust you've kept Mr. Rossington suitably entertained in my absence?" "Um… yes, of course Mr. Dixon." Rossington winked at her as she made her way out to her own office. A short time later the two men emerged, all beaming smiles. They shook hands and as Bob left he gave Sandra a knowing smile. Once the council officer had gone, Dan turned to her and said, "Can you come into my office Sandra?" When she stepped trough the door he stood and pointed at the almost empty bottle. He didn't need to say anything at all; his face spoke all of the words necessary; he was appalled by the loss of his expensive whisky. I'm sorry Mr. Dixon, but it was the only way I could keep him here. He was about to leave, but then I recalled that he liked whisky and I remembered the bottle. Dan nodded as he said, "Of course, you're right, you had no choice. I suppose that I should thank and congratulate you. But at the same time I feel like I should put you across my knee and give you a jolly good spanking." Mr. Dixon had never spoken to his secretary like this before. She was far from offended; in fact, it was merely stoking the fires that were still burning within her. "You told me to do whatever was necessary to keep him here. The whisky was the least of it." "What do you mean," he asked uncertainly. "I mean that I had to… to suck and fuck him to keep him here." Dan wasn't sure he had heard right. For a start, Sandra had never used such language in the office before. Was she really saying that she had used her body to delay Rossington's departure? "But… why Sandra? Why would you do such a thing?" She thought for a moment. She hadn't actually rationalised her actions at the time, but now she considered them; there was only one answer – but she couldn't tell Dan that she loved him! Instead, she said, "I love my job and I realised that if we didn't keep this contract, then I was likely to lose it." "You care that much about the business?" "Don't you?" "Yes, of course!" He understood what she was saying. He continued in a calmer manner, "Yes I do. And I've been prepared to bribe a local government official in order to keep it going. I wonder which of our actions was worst?" Dan didn't know how further to discuss what Sandra had done, so he decided (like the back-hander) to forget it and pretend it never happened. Even so, it had renewed his interest in her sexuality. More and more he found himself fantasising about her. Sandra Comes To The Rescue "You have no hair," he said simply. "No. I decided to remove it. I thought that you would approve." The manicured, red painted nails on her left hand slipped beneath the lower edge and she pulled the gusset to one side. Dan gasped. What had previously been hidden by the dark curls now lay exposed to his eyes. The folds were slightly darker than the surrounding flesh, but not by much. What held the eye was the deeper pink flesh of the inner lips and the moistness that was apparent within. Dan licked his lips, his mouth felt parched. Sandra stood, waiting. Still he didn't make a move, so she stepped around in front of her desk and leant back against it. She parted her feet, spreading her legs which in turn opened her vaginal lips. Even now Dan remained rooted and unmoving. Finally, Sandra snapped. She grasped the panties and pulled as hard as she could. They began to rip, but it took half a dozen tugs before they came away. Her fingers began to unbutton the blouse, but frustration took over and she ripped the last two off. The garment flew across the room, quickly followed by her brassiere. Sandra moved her feet back together and stood away from the desk to unfasten her skirt. It fell to the carpet and she stepped out, as good as naked. She walked the four strides to Dan and stood looking directly into his eyes. While she began to tug at his trousers, her breasts rose and fell in time with her heavy breathing. She pulled his zip down hard and fast enough to jam it, and the belt was unbuckled so quickly that within seconds she was dragging his trousers and underpants down his legs. She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his semi-erect penis into her mouth. The warmth and roughness of Sandra's tongue soon drew Dan's cock to its full length. She rubbed and sucked for a while, looking up at him looking down at her. Just as he was really getting into the blowjob she stopped and got to her feet again. "Would you like to know where else I'm warm and wet and would like you to put your dick?" Dan didn't need to ask, but she told him anyway. "My pussy," she breathed. "I want you to fill hit with your rock hard prick. I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked a woman before." She stepped back two paces and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Are you man enough for the job?" His face had gone red with his passion. His throat was dry and he couldn't have talked if he wanted to. She was goading him, challenging him. He could hold back no longer. Dan hobbled forwards as rapidly as the trousers around his ankles would allow. Sandra stepped back as he advanced, but he caught her as she backed up against the desk. Without warning he spun her round and forced her down over it. Two sharp slaps stung each cheek and she gasped in pain. Before the soreness eased she felt the head of his dick nudging against her vagina. He hit her twice more and plunged in up to the balls. Sandra yelled, but Dan clamped a hand over her mouth. They were still in the outer office and although there were unlikely to be many people remaining in the building, but someone might hear and come to investigate. After she bit his hand he stopped caring about being interrupted or discovered and rammed her with all of his strength. Her breasts were crushed against the desktop and her hips were becoming bruised from the forceful pounding against its edge. Suddenly he stopped, his cock still buried deep within her. She looked round to see what was wrong. Dan's face was twisted with lust. He withdrew, still pinning Sandra to the desk with one hand. He grabbed her shoulder and rolled her over onto her back. She floundered, unbalanced with her legs only just reaching the ground, as her shoulders were pressed against the leather surface. He re-entered her. It was difficult to thrust properly like this, so Dan paused again and grabbed her legs behind the knees. He lifted them up onto his shoulders and restarted his thrusting hip movements. His shaft drove even deeper and at an angle that made contact with Sandra's g-spot. She came almost immediately, but he didn't pause. As Dan approached his own orgasm, he stopped again, not wanting to come just yet. He knelt down and began to use his tongue to tease Sandra's pussy and clit. By now her body was bathed with sweat and little trickles of it were dripping down onto the desktop. Her head snapped back and forth with the ecstasy she was feeling. She came again, the convulsions continuing on an on, seemingly forever. Dan stood back up. This time he held Sandra's ankles out wide to the sides. He angled his body to line up his dick. She was so aroused, wet and open that he had no difficulty pushing back in. He watched fascinated, as his cock slipped easily in and out. The whole area of her pubic region was drenched. He pulled out again and looked down between them. A trickle of lubrication made its way down from her vagina and onto her anus. The puckered little brown star glistened. Bending his knees a little further, Dan nudged the head of his penis at the spot. Sandra lifted her head and spoke for the first time since he had reacted to her seductive actions. "I've… never done that before," she said. Dan was tempted to ask her if she was prepared to try anal sex, but she said nothing more and lay passively. So he pushed a little. Still she didn't respond and he pushed a little harder, maintaining the pressure this time. The head was trying to force its way past the sphincter muscle and with another increase in pressure it suddenly slipped through. It was still very tight, but the lubrication on his shaft enabled it to slide in smoothly. Sandra gasped at the sensation of her ass being invaded. She had never imagined that it would feel as good as this. She didn't think that her anal passage could possibly be as sensitive as her vagina – but it was! And as her muscles relaxed, Dan's rhythm speeded up and brought on even more feelings of horniness. She was going to come from being fucked in the ass! Closer and closer, nearer and nearer she approached her climax. When she felt the sudden gushing warmth flood into her and heard him emit a single, loud expletive, she tumbled over the edge.