4 comments/ 85675 views/ 8 favorites Literotica Ch. 01 By: thepervjack This is a story of fantasy, fiction, the characters aren't real, and any similarities are pure coincidental. I love feedback --- Thanks Jack ============================== This is dedicated to one of my fans, thanks. ============================== Being a teen I never really got over my perverted stage so I ended up taking my fantasies out into writing for Literotica. My favorites' have always been incest stories and just became fascinated with them; the one thing that turned me on the most was the comments. ******** Comments: Have just read your story 'Help Me' and loved it, can't wait for any additions to it. I know the feeling of when your breasts are full and hurt so bad, you'd accept anyone to help empty them, and just how horny you get when being milked, especially by a stranger, never thought of my Dad but hell why not. Looking for going back and reading your other stories now and I'll try and keep my hand out my wet panties...huh some hopes. luv Sarah ******** Being the perverted 19 year old I am I replied telling her how hard it got me knowing she was touching herself to my stories and even though I didn't believe her if she ever wanted me to write a story about her just send me her fantasy and description. The next day I got a reply "from her asking how this is for proof?"... it was a neck down photo with her sitting on her computer chair, legs spread with the huge 38DD breast, she had a bit of meat on her but I loved a mature woman confident about her body. The two things that I noticed that got me hard beyond belief were that she was dripping all over the chair and that she had 2 moles just below the neck, then it dawned on me I knew this woman, it was none other than my MOTHER! My mother was always a part of my fantasies but I never thought to even do anything about it until I seen her in a sexual way, seeing her looking so dirty in front of me just made me want to go two doors down and fuck her to oblivion, but I needed a plan to push her to accepting me. I replied telling her I loved her delicious body and that I was motivated to write a story and maybe send her half to tease her till the release and the next day I got a reply. Her reply was "No please tease me I will be looking forward to it I like to be teased before getting the real thing!" Awe, my poor mother didn't know just how much she was going to get teased. The next morning I knew it was laundry day and didn't really have anything better to do for the day so I put my head phones on and lied in my bed naked and began to stroke my 7 inch cock in anticipation of my mom walking in. I didn't play any music because I wanted to hear her reaction. There was a light knock at the door. I continued to stroke my cock. It creeks open. .... She breathes in... I stroke faster. She still doesn't move. "Ohhhh... mom!" I moan. She drops her basket and is broken out of her trance grabbing what she can to rush out of the room. I smile knowing the seed has been planted. Jumping to my computer I type up the sexiest mom/son story I could type describing me to a T and my mom perfectly, I wanted to cum so badly but decided to save my load for the woman who needed it the most. Sending her half the story I waited in anticipation but surprisingly the reply came that night. "Oh I need to read this one soon I loved it. You are so good at this everything of yours has got me so damn wet!" My dick twitched, I don't know how much more of this I could take, I told her she was my motivation and if she was my mom I wouldn't be able to control myself around her. For the next hour we sent back and forth emails telling each other our fantasies. "Actually I don't know if it's a incest thing that turns me on I think it's just being forced by an older man where that comes from but I like the being forced by a younger man too lol" She told me about seeing her son stroke his hard cock thinking about her and the most she told me was that she wouldn't try anything with her son but couldn't stop fingering herself from the sight she had this morning. I was pushed to the limited as soon as she said she had to go and do laundry I stripped off all my clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the laundry room. There she was bent over in her sheer nightgown picking up a load to place in the laundry, I was harder than ever. As she turned on the setting I walked in the small room. "Lemmie see if I can squeeze in..." I say Walking behind her was my hard cock brushes her ass. I reach down to the floor as if I am picking out a fresh pair of boxers. She freezes... I keep moving acting irritated as I grind my cock more and more into her. She moans... "What are you looking for?" trying to rush me from the situation she was in. "My fucking boxers!" I say irritatingly. "No need for that language!" she snaps straightening up and pushing her ass more into me. I thrust powerfully in her ass as she grips the washing machine for balance. My towel falls to the ground and my cock points straight in the air. She slowly stands turning towards me "What has gotten into you?" she leans against the machine with her braless tits pierce the fabric with her nard nipples. "You..." I say staring into her light brown eyes walking forward with my dick touching her mound, only separated by the sheer fabric. My hand slowly traces her waist. She breathes in. My hand slowly rises to the swell of her breast. "I am your mother..." Both hands are now at the cleavage of the fabric and slowly begin tearing it, freeing the most delicious tits I have ever seen. I want milk; I want her to give it, even if I have to make her pregnant. I forget she is even there and just raise one of her breast and latch on to it with my lips. "ahhhhhh... I am your mother..." she says with even less conviction. As I reach down to her ass to lift her onto the washing machine my hands cover her ass under her shredded night attire and I find out she isn't even wearing panties! Instead I move to her slit to find my finger slip in with no problem being how much she was dripping all over her thighs, but as soon as I hit her clit she shudders. "DAMMIT!... I AM YOUR MOTHER!!!" she shouts pushing me against the wall, when she swings her hand I grab hold of it and twist it around her bending her over the washing machine. "No..." I reply "...I see a bitch in heat..." without hesitating I thrust my solid cock into her vagina. She groans, biting her lips. I thrust. "Aaahhhhh..." With each thrust I push her more and more into the washing machine. Her breathing gets heavier and she is no longer fight to get away but to increase my assault. I let go of her arms and reached around for her melons and picked up my pace. She loses all control and starts to shake, her pussy grips my cock sending me over the edge. "Oooooohhh.... mommy..." I shout unloading my seed deep into her pussy, hoping to get her pregnant. As I walk to my room I leave mom worn out over the washing machine, the dryer buzzer goes off. To be continued... ============================== Thanks to all you fans and everyone who motivate me to write better stories. I am always open to ideas and opinions. Thanks Literotica Ch. 02 This is a story of fantasy, fiction, the characters aren't real, and any similarities are pure coincidental. I love feedback --- Thanks Jack ============================== This is dedicated to one of my fans, thanks. ============================== As I enter my room it dawns on me I pretty much raped and treated my mother like a whore and she isn't calling the cops. Lying in my bed I tried to sleep but some guilt kicks in as to what a horrible son I could be, it was the best sexual experience of my life but only she would know what she is going through. An hour of trying to sleep so I decided to go and check on her. Throwing on my boxers I approached her slightly cracked open bedroom door I started to hear sobs, it hit me like a million ton of bricks that she wasn't taking it well at all. I slowly reached the door and lightly pushed it further open to accept my fate. My cock stiffens, as there is my mother wearing the same shredded night gown leaning against her bed headboard eyes closed, one of her nipples in her mouth, one hand squeezing the hell out of her other breast and three fingers knuckle deep in her soaking cunt! I was frozen at the sight, the only things that had movement was my mother in a masturbating frenzy and the rising of cock! It seems as if I haven't moved but now I was inside her room next to her bed, staring down on this beautiful... slut. Her other hand slowly trails down her stomach to assist her other hand on her wet hole. I lightly brush her free breast, and then massage it pinching her nipple with my thumb. She moans... now looking into my eyes. I see sadness... passion... wanting... lust! With her mouth partly open steadying her breathing she stares at my boxer, focusing on the outlines of my steel cock trying to break the confines. Her hand in now touching it... studying it... stroking it through the thin fabric. I groan. She pulls away and returns to her breast still looking... I can't take it anymore; I slide down my boxers freeing my acing cock. She breathes in and remains motionless. The air is still as I am inches from her face, centimeters away from her lips... As if it's her first time studying it she reaches out with her tongue, tasting the tip, before long her lips and in one swift movement it's in her throat. I can't help but throw my head back in a groan while touching her hair. She devours my cock like it's the last meal on earth, with each engulf she pushes me more and more to the edge... she is a pro. Lightly moving her hand up my leg, she reaches my balls... massaging, sending me over the edge. "I'm Cumming!" I grip her head shooting my load deep in her throat. She picks up speed drinking as much as she can, even when I am done she keeps sucking wanting more, somehow I stay hard my attention is on her breast. I pull away and mount her placing my cock between her huge melons. She closes her huge breast around my cock as I thrust my shaft loving the feeling of her enormous tits around them. With each thrust she licks my tip; I love the feeling but want more... I remove my cock and go to the bottom of the bed... waiting... "Please..." she finally speaks "mommy needs you..." her fingers are parting her pussy lips and all I see is the glistening of her walls. I place my cock at her slit, slowly teasing. "Now..." she continues "... hurry I need your cock baby!" I thrust forward. She moans. "Oh yes!" I pick up my pace. "Faster..." she groans "...HARDER!" I oblige "Is this what you want???" Her breathing picks up "YES!" Not missing a beat "your SON's COCK!?" Her bouncing breast makes me latch on to her nipple... biting... sucking.... sending her over the edge! "OOOOOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhh!" she shutters wrapping her legs around me pulling me more into her. I find her lips to kiss passionately as her walls squeeze my shaft milking it for all that its worth, as I blow stream after stream of my load for a second time deep in my mother's womb, I pass out not wanting this feeling to end. To be continued... ============================== Thanks to all you fans and everyone who motivate me to write better stories. I am always open to ideas and opinions. Thanks Literotica Ch. 02 DISCLAIMER: the second chapter is just to get the story back to a secret work crush (it's what most people enjoyed about the story.) This is also my first time doing a male first person. I'm really excited for chapter 3 so should you if you're tagging along :) Thanks to chris (headitor) for helping me edit and clarify the story. With luck the lack of grammatical errors will boost my score :) ***** "I must be crazy." That's all I can think looking at Sarah now. We've been going for hours banging like animals. Her sexual appetite is amazing and her body is even better then I'd been imagining. We've taken a short, but needed break. I had a call I had to make and she needed to finish a paper for her class. Since she came over, we haven't talked at all about work. First she's going to take a shower, and I'm pleased to see she's left the door open so I can watch. In the stories I wrote about her I portrayed her as a tease, but in reality she is completely unaware of how beautiful she is. A slim 5'9 with long, toned legs; she says she's a size 4 but her waist is so tiny. I imagine it's her round, firm ass that takes her up a size in jeans. She admitted to the hours of squats she would do and the results were in that flawless, tanned flesh I'd cupped with pleasure more than a few times already. We are nearly 18 years apart in age, but the way she looks at me makes me feel so young. Her bright green eyes are so passionate as she grips my shoulders and stares penetratingly into mine. I watch her lips part to moan and beg for more and I'm lost. At first, when she said that she'd never imagined being with me, I felt offended, but that quickly changed to surprise when she said she it was because she didn't think I would be interested in a girl like her. Watching her now slipping out of the large shirt I gave her to wear, I knew she couldn't be more wrong. Her back arched perfectly and although her tits were small they were perky and flawless. Solid Bs, I had licked and played with them until she pleaded with me to fuck her. I love her pleading: when she is beneath me looking into my eyes. I love that she waits by the shower not even assuming that I'm looking at her. Her pussy is shaved so smooth, and tastes heavenly. I'd already brought her to an intense climax twice with my tongue and lips. Each time she has begged me to stop but she never pushed me away. I've never met a woman so determined to please me before she took her pleasure. She admitted she wasn't use to being pleased and she felt guilty. I still don't understand that, but assured her I was going to help her get over it. My over-used cock is swelling again just watching her as she hops into the shower, but I can't follow her in just yet. Sarah had asked me when I first started to be attracted to her, but I didn't know if it would sound too weird to say "before I met you." My divorce had been final for over a year and my subsequent dating life had been horrendous. My ex-wife and I had worked well together; playing well seemed to be more of a challenge after 18 years. We were both alphas, and as much as I loved her spirit I hated her constant need to be the aggressor in bed. I finally divorced her when I found out she was sleeping with my best friend; I always knew he was a piece of shit. The divorce was cordial and we went our separate ways, though in reality we'd been done for years. Shortly after the divorce was final, I hired a hot assistant and the rumours went flying. Fellow lawyers would comment cynically that I was banging the buxom blonde and the stories were getting me a bad reputation. Funnily enough I never once touched her, and after 5 months I fired her - for being a total idiot! Although I'd hired her as eye candy as I really didn't need much assistance at the time, shortly after I began taking on more cases until my workload was insane and I was desperate to find the right person. I admit I was looking for something a little extreme: I wanted the most experienced and probably oldest woman I could find, which was proving to be a challenge. I was down to my last 3 candidates when I got the resumé from Sarah. She did not meet the requirements very well, but I was getting desperate. She had a lot of experience as an assistant and was studying to be a paralegal but had never worked in a law office. The requirements I'd set were so high most didn't even try, but Sarah was not put off and went out of her way with the application. I liked her cover letter, and then went through her LinkedIn account. Her profile photo was only head and shoulders, but showed a little cleavage from a white button down shirt; her hair was pinned up tightly in a bun. I must have stared at her picture for a good thirty minutes enjoying her huge smile. There had to be fifty people or more ranting about what an amazing worker she was. She had pictures of herself volunteering, and professors validating her skills even while she was still in class with them. I tried to find her on Facebook. I wanted to see more of her. I wanted to see her body and how far her hair fell down, but I couldn't find her anywhere. Not her name, phone number or even e-mail. I should have just given up and let it be, instead, I was hooked, and called her in for an interview. She showed up in a tight black skirt and a pale pink button down top. She wore little make up and almost no jewellery, but her purse and heels were designer - she clearly put all her money in to those accessories. I'm not huge into feet but seeing her black heels walking through my office door I knew I was in trouble. I still wonder how slowly I looked her over from foot to head. When I reached her face I was greeted with that smile. She put her hand forward to shake mine. She was introducing herself and all I could do was be stunned. It was like her body emanated happiness. She had an infectious energy that made me want to run laps. She answered all my questions professionally. Polite and interested, she would return my gaze intently, and listen as if what I had to say could save her life. She wanted to develop herself and insisted working with me was the best way she could do that. I was done for and will always wonder if she knew it. I thanked her and gave her the speech about having other candidates to review. She firmly shook my hand and replied "I look forward to working with you." She held so much confidence I felt silly for even trying to pretend there was someone else. I had been attracted to her the first time I saw her, and I'd started to imagine fucking her almost two months later. It was during this period that I discovered her confidence was a front to mask her meek, uncertain side. The day came when I lost my temper and let her have it. She just stood there shaking, her eyes wide. She looked as if she might shatter into a hundred pieces if I reached out and touched her, before apologising as if my outburst was her fault. She remained silent the rest of the day and said nothing to me. Her normally chatty demeanour had just disappeared, to the point where I was afraid she wouldn't revert to her former self. However, when I came into the office the next day it looked amazing. We have cleaners to do basic work, but this was something else, resulting from a lot of effort. Papers I kept meaning to file were away, everything dusted and cleaned. There were donuts and coffee waiting for me. "Good morning Sir!" I can still see her. She was back to her usual self but her eyes pleaded for approval. Later, I went through the computer logs and saw she had stayed nearly five hours late to get this done. There was no way she did it out of fear for her job: she wasn't going anywhere. I realized she was doing it out of a desperate need to please me, to be an assistant that would make me happy. I tried to distance myself by bombarding her with work, but everything I gave her she would conquer. Then she waited hungry for more beside me. I ran out of things to give her so I started taking on new contracts just so she could have something to do. One day I had decided to teach her how to write some simple briefs I needed, when my self-control broke. She was standing next to me, leaning over to point to something on my screen, so close and yet I could just barely smell her perfume. This was to feature in the first story I wrote about her, with me telling her how lovely it smelled, followed by my asking her to stay late that night. What really happened was I was a total ass. I told her I didn't like her perfume and she needed to stop wearing it. The truth was a little different, I swear I could smell her on me. It was so subtle and she used so little but each waft of it made me want to tear her clothes off. I needed her to stop smelling like her. I know now that doesn't make much sense, but that was just the start. The rest of the day I was cruel to her. I actually think she left to cry at one point though I will never ask her. She just came back red faced and her eyes seemed to glow darker in contrast. I'd stare at my 46 year old self in the mirror and feel idiotic. The lines on my face were getting worse. I have all my hair but the dark brown is speckled with gray. I work out, even did Iron man, I'm just getting old. The thought of pursuing someone that could be my daughter made me feel creepy. When I got back to work the next day I had planned to apologize and fire her. My blood pressure was going to kill me. I was torn between lusting after her and trying to keep her away from me. I got to my office earlier than usual. There were 4 perfume bottles on my desk with a note which said simply "These are the four perfumes I own. If none of these are satisfactory please tell me of one you prefer so I can buy it. I apologize if my smell has been bothering you." I felt like a total dick. I couldn't fire her. I also couldn't keep denying myself. I had given her the name of a perfume I loved but my ex hated. "Pure Poison" it was like $80 a bottle. She bought it and started wearing it the next day. It was at this point I started writing on Literotica to fulfil in my imagination something I was too afraid to pursue in real life. I opened my laptop and pulled out the original draft of my first story. In this first draft my character was harsh and distanced himself from Noel. I ended up changing it and posting something different. I decided from the second edit that I didn't want people hating my character; Ethan, was ALWAYS kind to Sarah's character, Noel. This was truly how I had wanted our relationship to go, however in real life, after I told her I didn't like her perfume, she left me to work on her own for the rest of the day. I just sat in my office writing this before I had to go and jack off imagining her body and perfume - I had it bad. I looked over my first draft. The one Sarah hadn't seen. She'd never know how much I lusted after her in that moment. In the story she saw on Literotica Ethan had coaxed Noel and touched her so tenderly. I was hungry and my first draft showed it. ******** Noel bent further, her silk green blouse falling a little lower in front. She continued to ask thoughtful questions and all I could do was imagine sliding my hand into that blouse, squeezing those breasts, then pulling them out to play with them. I suddenly realised she asked me a question, and tried to bring myself back to reality. I inhaled deeply through my nose; her perfume is heaven. "What's the perfume you're wearing Noel?" She flashes me a beautiful smile "It's called Twirl! It's my favourite." Despite myself I managed to force a glare. The name was fitting. The soft floral aroma that seemed to enhance my effervescent assistant. "It's not appropriate for work Mrs. Meadows." I can't believe I just said that. It doesn't even make sense, I love her smell. I just can't take her so close. I need her to withdraw. I need her to hate me, to not feel comfortable so close. Instead I just get this look of utter sadness. Her face seems broken and she mumbles "I'm sorry sir." She closes in as if I just told her I shot her dog. "STOP IT!" I stand up glaring pushing my chair back. "Stop acting as if what I say has any bearing on your actions." I can't seem to break my glare. My sexual tension has turned into some sort of angry outburst. I look at Noel and feel like she's a field mouse looking at a hawk. I want to grab her and shake her and tell her to run. I watch her shake then take a deep breath and whisper "What you say is important to me. I'm sorry if my actions have implied otherwise Sir. I won't wear my perfume again." She sticks her chin out gritting her teeth. That fake facade of confidence is what got her this job. It's also what makes me grab her. She reaches to take her folder from my desk and I grab her wrist. Her tiny wrist is engulfed by my hand. I tug her arm so she's forced to face me. She looks mostly confused while I try to stop myself. I tell myself to let her go and to take a deep breath. She still hasn't pulled away or said anything. Instead I move forward. My free hand grabs her face and I kiss her. At first she responds positively. Her mouth opening and kissing me back. I can taste her strawberry lip gloss and her mouth seems perfect, but in a split second she draws back. "Please don't! You're my boss!" She's the only one thinking. My blood is flowing in the wrong direction for that. My hands release her only to grab her waist and push her back. I kiss her again this time pinning her against the wall. "Tell me to stop Noel and I will. Please tell me to stop. I've wanted you so bad for so long, I can't stop unless you tell me now." I release her waist and put my hands on the wall. She's still pinned there as I kiss her neck. It takes all my strength to keep my hips from grinding into her. She says nothing as I move back to her mouth. I push my tongue in between her lips and she whimpers. I feel her grip my shirt. She's applying pressure as if to push me off. I know I could keep going but silence isn't enough of consent for me. Somehow I manage to pull my lips away from her. My body feels like I will pass out if I can't get back to tasting her. I keep my hands on the walls afraid if I touch her I won't be able to stop myself. I look into her eyes to find her staring so timidly up at me. I can't be the predator. I have to hear it from her. "I have to hear you say you want this Noel. I swear if you say no I will respect that and you'll never have to worry about me again. I'm a tough guy I can take it. I just know I can't go further thinking you're staying quiet because you're afraid of what I'll do." I watch her release my shirt crossing her arms over her chest. "If I didn't want this would you fire me?" My mood is instantly killed. I have, before me, a woman I just sexually harassed. I pull away from the wall quickly, as if my palms were burning. I take a step back sitting on my desk. "Dear God no Noel, I am so sorry, this is so unprofessional of me. I'd never fire you. You're the best assistant anyone could ask for. I am so sorry. I swear this will never happen again and if you like..." The rest is cut off as Noel springs forward, wraps her arms around my neck and begins kissing me. It usually takes me a minute or two to get hard again after a shut down but I can feel I'm rock solid already. I don't even know what just happened. I know I should ask her. I should make sure she doesn't feel bad about this. Instead I continue to sit on the desk but spread my legs. My hands grip her round ass and I pull her into me. The desk is the perfect height. With her heels, her pussy is right against my cock. I pull her tighter, then slide my hands down. I have to reach down to her knees to get to the bottom of her skirt. I pull it up as quickly as I can. It's a tight pencil skirt and I hear a few stitches break as I bring it up over her ass. The second my hands slide down to cup her bare ass I know there is nothing that can stop me now. I squeeze her ass hard and she merely whimpers into our kiss. I grab her tight and pull her up, her feet leaving the ground. She grips my shoulders gasping. She does what I hoped she would. She leans on me and brings one knee after the other to either side of me. She straddles me and I pull her down hard against me. As I force her to grind herself against my straining cock, she breaks our kiss. "Please I'm wet, your suit will get dirty." I want to say something witty but all I can think about is her pussy. The second she tries to sit up, and pull away from me, I stare down at her freshly waxed pussy. Apparently she hadn't been wearing panties. My fingers reach out and touch her and her hands grip my shirt again. I like that she holds on to me, grips me to control herself. I push two fingers between her dripping lips and slide them into her hot pussy. I watch her close her eyes. She is so tight I can't believe it. Her hot juices are running down my hand. My free hand grabs her shoulder and presses her body down. Her legs split further and I cup her pussy, my palm rubbing her clit softly. It's an odd position to keep my hand in but I like it. "Unbuckle my pants Noel." Her eyes shoot open. For a moment it seemed she is lost on my fingers. She doesn't say anything in response, just bites her lip and nods her head. She releases me to begin working on my belt, whimpering softly as my fingers continue to move in her body. She fumbles with my buckle as I find that spot inside her. She claws at my belt and pants trying to pull them off me while my fingers fuck her quickly, her juices dripping on to us and the desk. She closes her eyes again. I manage to get my pants undone and never slow my fingers. Her small body is shaking. "Take your top off." She complies, tossing her shirt off and quickly undoing her bra strap while I pull my dick out. The second her breasts are free my mouth finds them. I nip and lick at them, sucking her hard nipples into my mouth. Gently at first then more roughly, biting the aureole, knowing she's still focused on my fingers. My cock has never stood so straight up before. My entire body is screaming for me to fuck her but I won't do it until she cums. "Oh god!" My little love Assistant is lost in her pleasure. Her head tilts back and I'm shocked at how much her thighs vibrate. I feel her start to contract. My hand is drenched, my fingers squeezed painfully tight. She's gasping for breath and cries out when I pull my fingers quickly from her. As quickly as I can, I get off of the desk. Noel wraps her arms around my neck to keep from falling back. In one fluid movement, my feet hit the ground, my hips move foreword and my dick presses into her, opening her lips. "You're so tight Noel!." She doesn't say anything as I slide all the way in to her, she just buries her face in my neck whimpering. Her hot tunnel fits my shaft perfectly, the head pressing against her cervix. I'm not huge but her pussy seems shallow and I know she's feeling it. I could hold her in the air and fuck her that way but I have a better idea. I stand straight up holding her. She wraps her legs around me and I turn to face my desk, bend my knees and sit Noel's ass on the edge of it. "Lay back" I whisper, encouraging her. She lays back and I have to pause to look at her. Her dark brown hair has come free and is sprawled around her. Her face is flushed and her green eyes are piercing through me, begging me silently to continue. Her breasts move slowly up and down. One of her nipples is red and I want to make the other look the same. She's young, beautiful and mine. "Put your legs on my shoulders." She nods. I keep my hard dick buried deep in her as she straightens her legs and brings them up slowly, her strappy silver heels moving on to my shoulders. Literotica Ch. 02 I have to fuck her. I can't go slow, and begin pounding into her open body. She gasps and squirms while my dick drives in as deep as possible. I grip her hips and force them to move up and take me, almost painfully, deeper. "Please - keep hitting that spot!" She says as her eyes close. I keep going trying to keep a constant pace as I watch her mouth open, gasping and crying out. I know with how deep I am, each stroke comes with pain and pleasure. She takes it well even as her nails seem to claw that desk looking for something to hold on to. "Don't stop Ethan I'm going to cum." I'm close to cumming too. That's how it always is. I turn my head to kiss one of her ankles and she opens her eyes to look at me. She smiles at my brief moment of tenderness. Immediately her smile fades as she gasps and arches her back. "I'm cumming." Just hearing that come from her mouth is the last push. I want to keep fucking her as she cums, but my cock swells and the first shot of hot cum spurts into her. I can't tell which pulse is mine and which is hers. It feels like my dick won't stop filling her, I just grip her hips and keep myself buried. Her body goes limp as she relaxes from cumming. I slide her legs off my shoulders and pull slowly out, keeping her legs spread and watching her pussy as my cum drips out of her. I see her look up at me blushing at how intensely I'm watching her beautiful wet mound. I release her grabbing a tissue box from my desk drawer. I clean myself and hand her the box to do the same. We are both silent as we get dressed. I zip up, amused that she is suddenly modest. Covering her breasts until she can get her clothes on. I watch her hesitate as she straightens her skirt and tried to clamp her hair back in to its tie. She brushes imaginary lint from her shirt trying not to make eye contact. I tap her chin softly for her to look at me. "From now on Noel you don't wear panties." She nods slowly to agree. "I decide when we play and I promise to teach you more then you could ever imagine." Again I get a gentle nod yes from her, this time with a hint of a smile. I wave her off. "Go home early today Noel you did very well. I'll bring in some perfume I like tomorrow for you to wear, and remember you have to work on that contract for Mr Rider." She gulps and can't seem to say anything. She just looks lost and ambles out. I don't know what I'm doing. This all seems slightly surreal. I have to make this seem like work. Nothing intimate, just me teaching, with her being the best assistant ever. ******************** "Duncan?" I hear Sarah call me just as I finish reading the story I wrote about her. I look up and stare at her: she left the bathroom door open for me. The shower is all glass and gives me a perfect view of her wet body. "Do you have a towel I can dry off with?" I look to the side realizing there are none hanging up, so I go to the linen closet and come back with two large fluffy towels. I walk into the bathroom casually closing the door behind me. "You're not getting out already are you?" I ask her as I put the towels on the sink edge just out of her reach. She nods "I've been in here forever - I think you'll run out of hot water soon." She has to talk loud over the sound of running water and through the thick glass. All I have on are a pair of boxers and I drop them to the floor. I try to not get too aroused with her staring. She had struggled once or twice with my size, only a little above average but thick, though it probably had more to do with how tight she was. She'd pulled away a few times and I'd finally ordered her to take it because I couldn't control myself. She complied and seemed excited to be ordered to do so. I open the glass door blocking her from getting out. I step on to the tiles and she steps back to let me in. It's a decent sized shower, two shower heads, and I could almost lay down flat and not touch either side. "Do you think you're totally clean?" I watch as she rolls her eyes. "Like I said, if I scrub any more I'll be raw." "Well let's see." I slowly get down on one knee. Sarah recoils, her body slamming against the glass. She blushes looking at the glass, but still presses herself in the corner, away from me. "Please don't. I've cum so much and it's your turn and..." before running out of excuses. I stand up and she relaxes a little in her corner. I move the one step forward and begin kissing her. The shower heads are high, and I feel the water coming down from both directions. I kiss Sarah softly and she smiles in to it. "For an assistant you have said no to your boss a lot tonight." I love the reaction I get. She looks ashamed as if this really were work and I really was lecturing her as an employee. I know she wants to mumble she's sorry but I had convinced her it was time to stop apologizing so much. Again I get down on one knee. She grows tense and shakes her head no. I grab her left knee softly and pull up on it. She lifts her leg slowly and rests it on the lip of the glass wall. This opens her legs just enough for me to see her pussy lips start to spread open. I watch her arms hold herself. I don't wait, knowing my knees won't tolerate the shower floor for long. I press my face between her legs and my mouth finds her clit. "Oh please Duncan I don't know if I can." I should break to tell her that she could, and that I was going to show her but I was too busy burying my tongue inside her. I slide it up and play with her clit, feeling her hand grip my hair softly to hold on. I slide my hand up her thigh and she responds by bending her foot outward to open her legs further. I push two fingers into her. After the hard pounding she's taken from my dick, her pussy is open, but still swollen and tender. She lets go of my hair, and I look up to see her free hand gripping the inside towel rack. I start to fuck her relentlessly with my fingers. My mouth releases her clit once I find that spot inside her. I know each time I find it because she cries out the same way as when I slap her ass hard. "Cum for me so we can finish this shower Sarah." Her eyes lock on mine. She bites her lip trying to concentrate. I've cum 3 times so far if I counted the office, but I've lost track of how many times I've forced her to cum. I'd made her squirt, squirm and convulse until her nails were drawing blood from me. The water is splashing off the both of us but I can feel her insides running wet too. "I love your fingers." She says it and it sounds like she might cry. I work them harder ignoring the tiles digging in to my knees. I watch her eyes roll back slightly and I use my free hand to push against the top of her mound. I keep it there to make sure she won't fall as she cums again. One of her knees bends slightly, unable to focus on standing as I force her juices out of her again. I keep finger fucking her until she screams and grabs my wrist. Each new time the orgasm is more intense and she gets wetter. Funnily enough, each time it has been easier and easier for me to give her an orgasm. I use the shower sides to pull myself up slowly. I want her to lick my fingers clean again but I know it will make me hard, and I'm not ready to play again yet. I kiss her and she remains propped in the corner. I nibble her ears and neck and she giggles. "Next time you cum for me will be on the bed. Your knees almost buckled that time." I kiss her before she can protest. I grab the wash cloth hanging nearby. She watches me as I coat the cloth with soap. "May I?" Sarah asks me holding her hand out. I pass her the soapy wash cloth and she presses it against my chest slowly washing me. I watch her study my body as she makes small circles over my skin. I feel like a car she's waxing on and off she moves so slow. I don't speed her up I just enjoy her eyes devouring me. She slides her hand across my chest and down my body. She brings the suds down to my balls and starts stroking them softly. I grunt and grab her wrists feeling myself get hard. "I'm just washing you." She says it to me but her eyes are dancing with lust. As much as she claimed she couldn't cum again, she seemed incapable of turning off her desire to please me. I release her hand and she squeezes the wash cloth above my dick. She tosses the wash cloth to the floor. One hand continues to stroke my balls and her soapy hand softly grips my dick. I have to put my arm out and prop my weight against the side wall as she strokes me. She looks up at me happily, and I get flashes of her at work finishing a project and waiting for my approval. I think of all those times I watched her bend over and she had no idea what I wanted to do to her. I feel myself get raging hard as I start to imagine our future together, wondering how far I could make her go in her desperation to please me. I'm overwhelmed with a sense of power as her soapy hand picks up pace. She stands against me, my dick pressing against her stomach, letting the tip of my member hit her body as she works it slowly. Her small fingers play with my balls masterfully. "Are you my Assistant Sarah?" She nods yes to me giving a seductive smile. I continue "Will you continue to please me at work?" "If that's what you want Sir." She says as she grips my dick a little harder. "What if that's all I wanted?" Sarah's strokes faltered. "I didn't say stop!" She goes back to her previous pace as I continue. "What if I decide tonight is it, no more fucking? Will you be able to behave? Will I have to fire you because you can't keep it professional?" I can tell she is struggling with what she should do. She clearly can't tell if she should stop and have a serious conversation, so she keeps working my dick and I watch her hand slide slowly move up and down my shaft covered in suds. She concentrates on it and focuses only on it. She doesn't look at me when she answers. "If tonight is it than that's it. My job is important to me and I respect that you make the choices when it comes to how this proceeds." She said it so coldly, then strokes me faster, eager to make me cum it seems. I don't know what answer I wanted to hear, I just knew that wasn't it. She manages to keep me hard even as I feel myself detaching. "We can play for a few more hours than you can go home Sarah." She didn't stop stroking. "Or if you prefer you could stop and leave now." "Look at me Sarah" I finally have to say it after a long moment of silence. She's stroking me faster than I thought possible. I'm dangerously close to cumming and she won't say anything. She doesn't seem hurt or sad when she looks at me. She keeps stroking me using the suds and precum to keep away the friction. "Cum on me." She said it so hungrily I allow her to change the topic. "Get on your knees." She does as I demand and releases my dick to bend down. I take up stroking my dick and grip her hair. I force her head back and I work myself hard looking at those wide green eyes. As much as I loved her on her back staring at me like some god I hated seeing so many questions in her eyes. "Close your eyes and keep your mouth open." She obeys immediately and I stroke myself with a new vigor. I have jerked off so many times to the thought of her open mouth. She seems to have her mouth open as wide as possible. I cum quickly. She makes a soft noise as I watch it fill her mouth and go over her chin and neck. She doesn't move. She stays there mouth open and eyes shut. She has my cum just sitting on her tongue. She's a little sex addict and she loves my cum. I can't believe I just told her we are going back to the way things were after today. I grip her hair and jerk her mostly mad at myself. I push her face to the water. "Go ahead rinse off." She spits and washes herself. I get out of the shower leaving her gargling water on her knees. "You can go home after you're finished." She looks at me getting up slowly. I look over my shoulder. "This was fun but work is more important. We are forgetting about this." She covers herself slightly and nods. "Yes Sir, Thank you for having me over. I can pretend this didn't happen." I leave because I know if I stay a second later I'll take back everything I said and ask her to be my personal fuck assistant 24/7 and just stay naked in my bed for me. I grab a change of clothes and my laptop and dash to hide in my office. I keep the door shut and am relieved she doesn't try to say goodbye. I hear the front door closing behind her. Once I hear her car start I turn on my laptop. I wrote all my stories about her in here. Her LinkedIn photo is my background and I have no idea how to feel any more. I go to my Literotica account and begin deleting my stories one by one. After they are all gone I discontinue my account. I've been writing on there for months it feels like I'm burning a part of my past. I stare at her photo on my laptop for a good hour. Then I start to talk to it as if it's her. "When we go back to work tomorrow it will be as if none of this happened. I will be cold and you'll probably leave because of it. I will keep myself in check and this won't be a problem." Saying it out loud doesn't make me believe it any more. I open my web browser again opening Literotica, and start signing up for a new account with a name hopefully Sarah won't know. I am so screwed. Literotica Ch. 03 I want to thank Ashleycooper for helping me edit. This was just a closing to my Literotica story line that was requested. I left the site for a bit trying to find an editor before completing this and my 'outside the comfort zone' series. ***** Duncan hung up his office phone and started gathering his things. The car service would be there soon and he needed to hurry. It had been nearly two months since he and Sarah had hooked up. She had remained perfectly professional and acted as if nothing had happened. No matter how professional she was, though, Duncan could tell that everything was different. Her smile seemed fake and their conversations never carried on like they had before. She stopped asking for extra work and never stayed at the office a minute longer than necessary. Every day when he came to work, he expected to receive her two weeks notice, but really didn't know what to do next. He had no grounds to fire her, and she was by all accounts a good worker. The problem for him was, she had been a great worker. Their fling took away her drive and he felt like her staying would only make things worse. He kept dreaming about her, seeing her huge green eyes staring up at him longingly although he couldn't keep eye contact with her for long. He worked out several times every week, just to curb the hunger he felt for her. His work was suffering and there was nothing he could do about it. "I'm headed home. Please lock up when you leave." Duncan spoke quickly as he shut his office door and began walking out. He didn't look at Sarah or wait for a response before heading to the exit. "I'll leave the paperwork for your conference tomorrow on your desk." Sarah said just quickly enough to be heard before Duncan shut the front door. Duncan reached the car and slid into the back seat. He let go of a breath he'd been holding, once the driver shut the car's door. He closed his eyes and began loosening his tie. He needed a drink. Writing on Literotica was an outlet he no longer had. He was so afraid of her finding his writing that he kept it all on his personal computer and never posted it. Being able to write out the fantasies he had helped but keeping them locked away made him even more anxious. He opened his eyes to stare out the window. He loved his car service. It was a good 40 minute drive home. He just wished they'd start serving liquor; he'd kill for a drink. The driver was quiet and didn't turn on any music. He liked this silence. The silence at work was deafening, but here it was calming. He took his tie off completely and relaxed, trying to keep Sarah from his thoughts. Just 20 minutes into the drive, he had his mind on working out and maybe going to shoot some pool. His phone began to buzz and he pulled it out, praying it wasn't important. It was a notification. Someone had entered his office. He'd implemented this safety measure a few years back; if his cell phone wasn't in his office it would let him know if his office door had been opened. He slid his finger over the screen. Two buttons popped—up one read "Ignore" and the other read "View Camera." Duncan stared at his phone, trying to decide if he wanted to see her; Sarah didn't know about the security camera he had in his office. He didn't have locks on most of his file cabinets so he had taken the extra step to assure client confidentiality. Because it was in his private office, rather than in the larger, shared work area, he had never thought to mention it to her. He waited just a minute. He hadn't received a second notification saying the door had closed. Eventually, he tapped the button and watched as his office came into view. The camera wasn't amazing, but the picture was still fairly clear. As he'd feared, it was Sarah. He watched her longingly as she placed the paperwork he'd need tomorrow on the desk. She didn't stop there, though, Duncan watched as she went through his file cabinets. She sat at his desk and turned on his computer, then waited for it to boot up. Was this why she had been so professional? Was she going to destroy him from the inside? He watched in dismay as she started searching his computer. She seemed to be really looking for something. He was mostly shocked at how hurt he felt. He never thought she would betray him in such a way. No matter what had happened he respected her more than that. "I need to go back to my office. I left my laptop." He actually had forgotten his laptop but ordinarily would have just planned on getting it tomorrow. The driver nodded, slowed, and reached the closest U-turn point. He was only 10 minutes from home. He should get his car but he was so upset he didn't think he'd drive safely. This was it. Here was his chance to fire her. "Where is it??!!" Sarah mumbled to herself. None of the files were what she sought. She got up and went to one of the file cabinets she hadn't searched. She glanced back at the door briefly feeling her anxiety bubble to the top. It was opened just a crack. She'd locked the front door so she'd need to be able to hear if someone came knocking for some reason. Technically the office was open for another 10 minutes even if Duncan wasn't there. She had stayed until 5 pm on the dot every night, even though Duncan constantly left early and she ran out of things to do half way through the day. She had kept her composure and worked hard not to show him how hurt she had been. She mostly felt naïve. The first time they'd played in the office she had felt so certain she could rein him in. The Noel described in Duncan's stories was naïve and timid and couldn't compare to herself, so Sarah couldn't understand being pushed away as she had been. Maybe she was too forward or had been too confident? Maybe she wasn't as amazing as his fantasies had been? There were some mornings when she could almost convince herself that they had never slept together. Those days were usually filled at night with dreams about him making her cum and shake with pleasure. She had gone to Literotica to fuel her fantasies but he had taken down all the stories that were so obviously about her and Duncan, although written with false names. It was her discovery of those stories online that had triggered their ill-fated tryst two months ago. The sheer number and variety of those stories spoke volumes about Duncan's passion for writing as a means of release, so she couldn't believe that he'd stopped it entirely. Sarah was convinced he had written more, and she was determined to find it. She opened the last drawer in his office. "YES!" It was his personal laptop. She rushed to his desk, opening the laptop bag slowly; she didn't want papers falling out. Duncan kept his office rather bare so clearing the desk to set his laptop down was easy. She felt confident she could return everything to where it had been. It felt like the laptop took forever to turn on. Then it needed to load previously downloaded files. She just groaned and waited impatiently for it to finish. The second the screen lit up her jaw dropped. Staring back at her from the screen was her own image; it was the photo from her business profile. She always thought she looked nice in it. For a minute she forgot what she was doing. She bit her lip and just stared at her picture. She felt a warmth of joy flow over her. maybe he thought of her as much as she did of him. She shook her head "Don't be stupid, Sarah." She said it trying not to be upset about how bitter it sounded. She hadn't seen Duncan on his laptop since they had played. He probably hadn't been back on it, given that all his work-related software was on his desktop computer. As much as it hurt to believe that his feelings had passed, she was excited to think that he might not have had the chance to delete the stories. She needed them. She had convinced herself that she could quit and get a job elsewhere. She just wanted the stories. They made her feel sexy and desired, feelings she desperately needed to replace the "used" feeling she had now. It took a few minutes to comb his laptop. He had a lot of junk, and worse still, nothing was really labeled. If his office was this big a mess she'd have had a fit being his assistant. She felt her heart beat pick up pace. She'd found the folder!! She had to read a few lines to be sure. She was going to email the stories to herself then close shop and show up tomorrow to quit. Sarah nearly growled when the cursor showed "low battery" She rushed back to the cabinet for the power cable, feeling sick and excited. It felt good to see he hadn't deleted it yet. She had never done something as crazy as this. It took her a minute to plug in the cable. He really needed a new one; this one barely stayed in the outlet. She opened her email and began emailing herself each one in segments. The laptop was so slow that she didn't want to try to send too big of a file at once. As she watched the little blue line inch away, she began to look through the rest of his laptop. She froze when she saw a file that had been created AFTER they had played. That meant he HAD been on the laptop since then and, therefore, that her picture was still there even though he had pushed her away. Why would he leave it up? For reasons she couldn't understand, her hands were shaking as she went to open the file. She felt just as she had when he had posted a new story about her. She was trying hard not to get her hopes up, but her body wasn't listening. It was just the date on the file name. She double clicked and 30 word documents popped up. Each labeled with dates. The most recent one was just a week old. She double clicked on the first one, dated a few days after they had played together. It was the day after they had gotten back to work. She opened it, ignoring the fact that her file had sent and she needed to send another. Sarah rested her hands in her lap as she read what Duncan had wrote. She prayed this would answer her questions. Why wasn't she enough? Why didn't he want her? What did she do wrong? What the fuck am I doing? Why did I send Sarah off like that? ********************************************** When we were standing in that shower I wanted something. I wanted her to be someone she wasn't. I wanted her to have a fit, to demand that I be hers. Work today was pure hell. She seems so unfazed. All I've been able to think about is her naked body sprawled out on my sheets. My house smelled like her hours after she left. My sheets smelled like sex and her sweet scent. I cleaned the whole damn house and I swear it's still there, like some ghost. I went in to work today expecting a lawsuit or maybe a hard slap. I was ready for anything except for her being so composed. I still catch myself staring at her. I can't help but notice her shirt is now buttoned one hole higher than before. I hate that stupid bun she keeps her hair in. She has covered herself more but her body language hasn't changed. She doesn't even know what she does to me. I'm a grown-ass man and I'm behaving like a child. She answers the phone with a smile. She chews her lip when she's reading court briefings. I am a total prick. I am aroused and pleased by how professional Sarah is, yet I let her go because she wouldn't be childish. I think some part of me knows that if I went through with being with her she would own a part of me and I didn't want to feel so exposed. All I have are bullshit excuses. I fucked up and I have to deal with it until she leaves. She still has the perfume I love on. I don't know how to focus. One waft of her perfume and I want to take her on my desk. I've gotten rid of my literotica account. Maybe if I just write to myself I'll distract from my want. So here I go... "Say it again Sarah" I urge her to do as I asked, as I kiss her neck softly. I bury my face against her, breathing in her scent and wrapping my arms tight around her. "Which part? The part where I said we were going to be late or the part where I said if you didn't stop kissing me there would be consequences?" She asks me with such playfulness I know not to take her threats seriously. I slide my hand up the front of her, cupping one of her breasts. Pulling the fabric down in front to try to access her flesh. "The part where you begged me to fuck you like a wild animal." I'm blessed by her laugh. It's like honey. Sweet and alluring, she tries to push off of me "I didn't ask that...well at least not recently. That was like three hours ago." I release her but only so she will turn to face me. I don't know how anyone could have a smile so white. She giggles as I look her over, her nose crinkling with her laughter. I grab her face and pull her in to kiss me. She's intoxicating. She doesn't struggle or pull away. We had plans to go to a play but that activity, like several others, wasn't going to happen. We kiss and I can't help but be overwhelmed at how badly I want her. "Duncan stop!" I'm brought back to reality as she pulls away. She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. I'm learning her facial expressions better. I've mostly been going for the face that screams "Oh dear god please I can't cum again." I'm not sure how to read this face. Her bottom lip juts out further and I begin to laugh. I cant control it. "Stop laughing!" she makes a soft growling sound that makes me almost start crying with my laughter. "I'm sorry baby, it's just..." I wipe the tears from my face "It's just, if that's your angry face I'm never going to take you seriously. It's freakin adorable." I watch as her face goes through a row of expressions. Pouting, shock, a brief scowl and then she sticks her tongue out at me. I enjoy them all. "I REALLY want to go to this play, Duncan, PLEASE! I promise I'll do sex stuff after, ok??" Sarah holds out her hands. The promise of "sex stuff" is her olive branch to convince me to leave the house. I smile and she pouts again. Maybe she can read my facial expressions. "How about a compromise?" I look down her body. I bought her three dresses already. The long silky black one was my favorite but she insisted it was too ritzy for a play. This red one was form fitting and cut low in the front. It had a second layer over it adding a sort of skirt over a skirt look. The front was cut low and open. She had fair-sized breasts, but not enough for the cleavage cut. It wasn't as flattering as I'd hoped but she insisted it was the best choice for tonight. "What compromise?" Sarah asks raising her thin eyebrow, waiting for me. I play with her long dark hair. I'd taken her to get it cut. Once she told me that the deep chocolate color to her hair was natural I wouldn't let her dye it. I loved how little she altered her appearance. She had been my little doll the last week, agreeing to let me dress her up and play with her all I wanted. I bought her pretty wrappings that I could take on and off, and pampered the gift of a body she'd given me. I have a good sixteen years on her. I try not to think about it much but throughout the days on end we had been playing, she gave me the energy to keep up. She emanated it and I loved showing her off. "Here's my compromise," I say, "we skip dinner and eat there. That should give us a good extra hour and I promise just one quickie." I try to sound professional, yet feel like a little boy asking a girl to the prom. I'm eager and feeling her energy buzz through me. She eyes me up and down; I feel confident in my designer suit. She has looked up at me so many times, naked and hungry, I could feel confident going to the play naked. All those hours I've spent working out to keep fit have paid off. She's licked and kissed every inch of my six pack; she's worshipped me, and I am glowing from the praise. She slowly lifts one hand, gripping the shoulder of her dress. I stop her from pulling it down; if she gets naked I am never leaving the house. "I want your back to me. I want to see you grip those pretty heels I just bought you." The look I got would make little boys flee. The only reaction it gets from me is a hard on. I motion for her to turn around. My most recent discovery has been that she is much more flexible than I thought, so I watch with a smile as she dips forward slowly. She keeps her legs locked straight and puts both hands flat on the floor, her beautiful round ass squeezed tight in the red fabric. Before she can stop me I find the side split and tear the fabric that's preventing the view, and the access, that I want. "DUNCAN!" Sarah cusses and tries to stand but I press my hand on the small of her back. "Heels!" I bark the one word and she complies, both hands gripping her heels. "I told you I wanted the black dress." I ignore her mumbling as I push the torn dress up to expose her bare ass. It has a few small bruises from some of our rough play. "No panties, you know what I like." I squeeze her ass in both hands and find myself fixated on her soft flesh. I haven't bought her any panties, and destroyed the one pair she brought. I think I'd burn every pair in existence if it meant I could have a view of this ass all the time. I drop to my knees and slide my hands down her legs. I grip her thighs from the back and push her legs open. Sarah whimpers my name as I bury my face into her pussy. I feel her feet adjusting as she puts more weight on her hands. I lap at her quickly, the tip of my tongue pressing against her clit then licking up deeper into her pussy. It's never been so easy for me to make someone cum. I've also never enjoyed it so much. I have to keep reminding myself not to grip her thighs too hard. She is so wild I forget sometimes how delicate she is. "My legs are going to buckle. Please!" Her thighs are shaking, so I know she'd not lying. I sit back onto my heels, wiping her juices from my mouth. I look at her breathing heavy, trying to shift her weight. "Get on your back." She lets her knees bend, and comes down to the carpet quickly. Flipping on her back, she looks to make sure her heels don't strike me; I can't control myself nearly as well. The minute she's on her back I grab her knees and pull her body to me. She doesn't make a fuss even though I'm sure her bare ass is being scratched on the rough carpet. I push her legs wide and they fall open for me. She knows better than to stop me, as I bring my body down. My face moves ever closer to her beautiful pussy and I listen to her take a deep breath. Her shoes are closed but I know her toes are curling in anticipation. It's a reaction she seems unable to control. I lay mostly on my stomach and begin to eat her out. I push my tongue deep in her and bring it up to start letting it do circles around her clit. I love the moans and whimpers I get from her. Sarah goes limp. I close my eyes so I can enjoy all my senses more clearly. She tastes heavenly; even her smell could get me off at this point. I hear a sharp whimper, and ease off of her clit for a minute. She relaxes further. I press two fingers in her and work them slowly, searching for the ribbed folds near the front of her pussy while I let her clit take a break. I kiss the inside of her thigh and just enjoy the sounds she is making; I can even hear her nails dragging across the carpet. I feel her pussy starting to tighten around my fingers as her hips try to pull away from me. I still don't know why she does it. Any time I come close to making her climax she pulls away. I stop briefly so I can get back to sitting up. Her eyes open, looking confused, and yet she doesn't say anything. I know she wants me to keep going, although I doubt she'll say it. Those beautiful eyes just plead for me to finish. I'm reminded of the first time we did this. She begged me then, pleading for me not to stop. Now she knows I want it more than her. She knows she is just waiting for me to readjust. The only time I hear her plead now is when she talks dirty to get me off, or right before a climax. Literotica Ch. 03 Sitting up completely, I use one hand to hold her hip while the other goes back to fingering her. She gasps and I bury my fingers deep. I pivot my hand so the palm rubs against her clit while my fingers work deeper in her. I look down to see my precum seeping through my pants. I am ready to burst and she hasn't even touched me yet. "Oh fuck Duncan, please! Oh god please let me cum." I just groan to her begging. I love that she asks me to "let" her, as if I would ever deny her that release. I wait and I'm rewarded for it, thrilling as her whole body reacts. Her nails dig into the carpet while my fingers are gripped by her pussy walls. I feel them spasm around me as she peaks and comes down. Her whole body goes limp as quickly as it had cum. I watch her laying there, small gasps of breath escaping her in time with minute flutters of her eyelashes, which emphasize her closed eyes while she smiles and giggles. "Go on say it again Sarah." I move to lay on the carpet next to her. "What? That I want you to fuck me like a wild animal?" She opens one eye to stare at me as I lay flat beside her. "No, that other thing I like." I move her hair out of her face, waiting for what I want, loving the glow of her green eyes as they dance with joy. She giggles and rolls over, pinning me and kissing me she whispers "BEST. BOSS. EVER!" ********************************************** Duncan took a deep breath. He stood for just a second more in front of his partially opened office door. He had slipped in through the shared work area without making a noise, knowing he had to catch her in the act. A part of him wanted her to have left so he wouldn't be able to fire her. He had shut the security camera off on his way her; he couldn't watch her betray him further as she studied his desk top for whatever it was that she sought. Duncan felt like the world was going in slow motion. He silently pushed the door open wondering about the look she would give him. Would she be ashamed, angry, or mad? He had wanted a reaction from her when they were together, and now he was getting what he wanted. Duncan froze the second he entered his office, hardly able to believe his eyes; he couldn't feel himself breathing. Sitting before him, across his desk, was Sarah, eyes closed, legs open, touching herself. Now that he wasn't so wrapped up in self pity he could hear her soft moans and whimpers. Words completely failed him, as he stood there unable to move. The desk blocked what he wanted to see. He wouldn't have known she was playing with herself if he hadn't seen that look of pleasure before. Leaning back in his executive chair, her chest heaved gently as she worked her fingers across the treasure he now realized he'd considered his own. Duncan inched forward. He'd never appreciated a carpeted floor so much in his life, as he stood still, across from the desk from her. He rested both palms flat on its surface as Sarah's small hands worked quickly toward her release. Seeing her hair down, mouth open and dress brought up high on her thighs, Duncan realized he'd been fantasizing about having her again like this. He knew nothing he'd ever imagined could look so beautiful as this. He felt light headed for a minute as Sarah's breathing picked up. He pressed his weight against his desk as his blood pounded in his ears. Everything was so fucked up. He had a thousand things he wanted to say and do. In the end his silence was rewarded when Sarah moaned, her body stiffening in his chair. All logic gone, he enjoyed watching her climax as much as if it was his own. Sarah's eyes shot open to see Duncan gazing down on her. They both remained motionless for a minute, neither knowing how to move forward. Duncan kept his weight on his hands, hoping the blood flow would return to his brain. "I quit." Sarah said it quickly. She clasped her hands together and pinned her knees shut. She had never jumped out of an orgasm before. Throwing cold water on herself would have felt less harsh. Duncan couldn't believe what he just heard. He had been ready to throw himself on her and here she was being professional again. "That's for the best," he said, and he meant it. Sarah didn't look away or look hurt. She stood slowly, surprised her legs weren't jello. She went to close Duncan's laptop and he lunged at her, grabbing her wrist. She jumped, not expecting him to move so quickly. He had a fire in his eyes that she couldn't read. He actually seemed angry. "I know why I came in to fire you, Sarah and I know why you can't work here anymore. Why are you quitting though?" Sarah tried to pull her hand free. She felt her stomach knot when he didn't release her. She felt a little trapped, but she had to quit. He was giving her so many mixed signals she would go crazy if she didn't get out of the office for good. He wanted her to be two people. "I'm quitting because I can't play both roles." She said it aloud, but knew it didn't make much sense. He released her hand and she gently closed the laptop. Duncan's mouth had gone dry. His arousal was gone but he still didn't feel clear headed. "I accept your resignation." He didn't like it, but he accepted it. "Should I start crying and screaming now?" Sarah asked searching his face. "What do you mean?" Duncan didn't move as Sarah came around the table. "Well, you're going to give me a stellar reference. I'm also sure you have some friends that would be happy to have me as an assistant. My job is secure no matter where I go." Sarah was on his side of the desk now crossing her arms in front of her. "You want me to be childish I will be. I'll have a temper tantrum. I'll curse, scream and beg. I couldn't do that and be your assistant Duncan. Because I'm not employed by you now, I can do whatever I damn well please. " Duncan's brain was processing all of this when Sarah shoved him hard. "Sarah! What the fuck?!" Sarah's eyes began to tear up. If she wasn't truly upset she was a great actress. "You are getting what you want. I've quit and now I'm being a brat and demanding that you be with me." She felt exposed and scared. She was putting her heart out there. She had just lost her job, so she refused to lose him too. Duncan managed a weak smile. "You were a really good assistant, though." This seemed to briefly break Sarah's sadness and she sniffled "And you were the best boss ever." Duncan wiped the one tear Sarah had shed. "I don't like the crying. Maybe we could do the cussing, screaming and begging." He paused to wrap his arms around her. "But with you naked." This brought a brilliant smile to Sarah's lips. She nuzzled her face against his suit. "You're kind of a prick." Duncan chuckled and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. "You're kind of kinky, I don't judge." Sarah wrapped her arms around Duncan's neck kissing him gently. "Do you think we could still play in your office? That story really turned me on." Duncan hesitated "Right now, hell yes, but later I don't know. I'm going to need another assistant." Sarah laughed. "Just because I can't be your assistant and sleep with you doesn't mean another assistant couldn't." Duncan cut her off. "I know and I don't want you worrying about that. Maybe I could find a male or maybe some old lady." Sarah pressed her finger against Duncan's lips to silence him. She tilted her head and smirked. "Didn't I mention I'm bisexual." Duncan groaned and grabbed her wrist. Pulling her hand away he kissed her again. "so kinky!" was all he said as his hand began to work at her clothes. Their working relationship had ended. Things had ended better than either of them could have imagined. Maybe he'd have her help him find a new assistant they could both write about.