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Office Politics Pt. 01

By: Robsound



Jeff and Ann had been married for just over three years, although they had been going out for three years before they got married, so they had been together for over six years. The couple were quite similar to each other, quiet, shy, straight laced, and fairly boring.

Jeff was a junior accountant at a high tech engineering firm based on an industrial estate on the outskirts of Warwick, in the midlands. He was earning £35k, which wasn't great, but Jeff had a problem getting a better job because he didn't finish his accountancy qualifications due to illness. Lowly as his job was, he couldn't afford to lose it, as he knew he wouldn't get another job as good as the one he had, due to his lack of qualifications.

Ann was a librarian, and she matched everyone's preconceptions about librarians. She was quite intelligent, pretty in a mousy way, very conservative, rather shy and quiet. Despite her degree in librarianship, or perhaps because of it, her salary was even lower than her husband's, and going nowhere. Libraries weren't exactly in big demand, and she constantly worried about her library closing.

For Jeff and Ann, finances were a constant worry, with a mortgage to pay, and everything so expensive.

Jeff had a rival at work. Ben was four years younger, fully qualified and a real go getter, however, he wasn't an obvious accountant. He wasn't pedantic or meticulous, he was actually a bit sloppy, and he was inexperienced. Like Jeff, he was earning £35k, but more likely to work his way up, and, in addition, his wife was earning good money as a commercial lawyer.

Both junior accountants reported to Brian, the financial director, but Brian was 65 and going into partial retirement, that is, he was giving up working every day, and accepting a non executive directorship with the firm. He would be overseeing accounts, but a Senior Accountant was needed.

Would Jeff or Ben get it, or would George, the MD and major shareholder make them both redundant and recruit someone more experienced. Both men were worried about their future.

There was to be a retirement party for Brian, and George summoned Jeff to his office a few days before the party, to explain the situation.

"So Jeff, you understand that you and Ben have a lot to play for over the next few weeks. I have a number of options, going forward, and if you want to go on working here you need to convince me that there's a lot more to you than I'm seeing at the moment. Do you understand?"

"I think so, but I'm not sure how to convince you, can you give me a clue?" Jeff was worried and not sounding at all confident.

"I'm sending Ben to Brazil for a few days, so he and Katy won't be at the party for Brian. This is a good chance to steal a march on Ben, and make it clear that you really are a team player, and much more fun than you seem. Bring that pretty wife of yours, tell her to dress nice and sexy, and I'll seat you both next to me and we can get to know each other socially, OK?" There was some sort of hidden agenda there, but Jeff couldn't figure it out.

"Ok George, we'll do that, thanks for the opportunity."

Jeff later explained it to Ann, who also couldn't see what they were supposed to actually do, and she was reluctant to dress sexy for Jeff's boss, but she promised to do her best.

The following Saturday, Jeff and Ann went shopping to choose something sexy for Ann to wear to the party that evening. Neither of them had much idea what to choose, so they wandered randomly into River Island, a shop definitely targeted at girls in their late teens and early twenty's, and started to browse.

"What sort of thing should I wear Jeff, I've no idea?" Ann asked for Jeff's help.

"I am sure you should wear a dress, maybe a little black number." He answered hopefully, not confidently, but Ann seized on the idea.

"Yes, good idea, a little black number would be perfect. Let's look for one."

They wandered around aimlessly, looking at all the clothes which simply looked weird to Ann and Jeff. Finally Jeff found a fairly simple black dress.

"What about this one?" He asked Ann.

"It's very short." Ann replied hesitantly.

"Well, it's supposed to be sexy," Jeff countered, "what size are you?"

"Ten or twelve."

"Here you are, take both, try the ten first, you don't want it baggy."

"What has what I want got to do with anything?"

"Please Ann, just try the dress on, and make sure you come out so I can judge."

A few minutes passed, then Ann walked out in the tight short, thin dress.

"It's a bit revealing Jeff, and very short, I feel like a tart!" Ann tried to convince Jeff that she should get something more modest.

"It's fantastic, you look amazing, you must buy it. There is a problem though. VPL, visible panty line."

"I know what it is. I'm not wearing a thong under such a revealing dress, so you can forget that fantasy."

Jeff didn't think she owned any thongs, and he was right.

"Let's pay for the dress, then we can search for panties which we are both happy with, ok?"

"Ok, where shall we look?" Ann had no idea where to buy sexy underwear.

"La Senza." Jeff said with a confidence he didn't feel.

Unfortunately La Senza didn't work out, they only sold thongs.

"Ok, man of the world, where now?" Ann asked sarcastically.

"M & S?"

"Ok, let's go there."

M & S was much more successful.

"These Brazilian one are perfect," Jeff pronounced, "they're pretty, lacy, and not a thong."

"And there's a bra to match," Ann added, "let's buy them."

With the dress and underwear chosen, the only item left to buy was shoes with heels.

"I think you should put the dress on, so we can see which shoes work with it." Jeff suggested, helpfully.

"Ok, I'll pop into the loo, I could do with a pee anyway."

The couple went into Clarks, and wandered around choosing shoes to try, and then came the task of finding an assistant who was free. Eventually they found a boy, and he disappeared off to get the shoes in the right sizes. He sat on the fitting stool with Ann on a higher chair in front of him, and lifted Ann's left leg to apply the shoe. His eyes were staring up Ann's short dress, it was obvious that he had a good view of her pale blue panties.

"I'll get the next pairs." The boy stammered, shooting off to the store room.

"He can see my panties." Ann hissed.

"Good, let the boy enjoy himself." Jeff commented, feeling a little stirring of his cock at the idea of the young boy staring at his wife's knickers.

"You're enjoying this aren't you, pervert?"

The boy came back and Ann chose one of the pairs in the batch he brought, rushing to bring her free show to an end.

The couple headed home to begin their preparations for the dinner dance.

That evening they were at the party, on the top table, with Ann sitting next to George to his right, with Jeff to her right. The wife of the head of IT was sitting to George's left, so he was surrounded by beautiful women, which was how he liked it.

George leaned across Ann, placing his right hand on the top of her left thigh to support himself.

"Jeff, have some wine and loosen up a bit, and you too Ann, drink up, you're so tense." His hand didn't leave her leg when he straightened up, but actually slid a little higher towards her crotch, pulling her short black dress with it.

"Please," she asked timidly, "your hand is on my leg."

"Let me top your glass up," he suggested, moving his hand to the bottle to pour her a second large glass of Pinot Grigio, "pour yourself some more Rioja Jeff, keep up man."

Starters arrived and were eaten, with George's hand repeatedly near the top of Ann's leg. 

Not being much of a drinker, Ann was getting a little drunk after the two 250ml glasses of white wine, and, as must be expected, she needed to pee.

"Excuse me, I must go to the ladies." She announced, getting up a little unsteadily, before marching quickly across the room. Her need to pee was becoming urgent, and she was praying there was no queue.

Unfortunately there was a small queue, so she joined the back, behind one of the office assistants, who she knew vaguely.

"How's it going with old wandering hands love?" The girl enquired, grinning broadly.

"Ok thanks." Ann was getting too desperate to pee to think much about what the girl had said.

"Has he got his hand inside your knickers yet."

"No, certainly not!" Ann was outraged.

"He will honey."

Ann's need to pee was getting close to the point where she couldn't hold it. The queue moved forward a little, but it was slow progress as there was only one cubicle open. As the woman coming out pushed past Ann, she bumped into her a little hard. The bump was the last straw.

"Oh shit!" Ann exclaimed.

"What's the matter love, did you have a little accident?" The girl asked cruelly.

"No, of course not." Ann lied, feeling a little trickle of pee run down her left leg.

"That's good then, you won't be asking to go in before me." The girl teased, heading for the open door.

The girl was obviously enjoying her cruelty, as she spent about five minutes in the toilet, and Ann had two more little accidents by the time the door opened again.

"There you go, if it isn't too late." The girl twisted the knife a little more.

Ann dived into the cubicle, slammed and locked the door, before spinning round and dropping onto the toilet, dragging her soaking panties down as she did.

She gushed a gallon of pee into the bowl, and as the flow subsided, she pulled the sodden underwear off over her shoes.

Once she had finished peeing she did her best to wipe her pussy and legs dry with the cheap toilet paper, then delved in her handbag to find her emergency panties. To her relief she found them, but they were huge black plain granny panties, not the pretty ones she had chosen to wear in her attempt to dress sexy.

There was no alternative, however, she couldn't put the soaking wet ones back on, and, in fact, she had no real choice but to flush the pretty ones down the toilet. Still somewhat distressed, she made her way back to the table.

Everyone else was half way through their main courses, and her wine glass was full again, but, still shaken up, she took a good long swig, before starting to eat.

"Are you ok Ann, you were away a long time?" The MD enquired solicitously, while placing his hand on her leg again, this time almost at her pussy.

"I'm fine thank you George, there was just a long queue. Please take your hand off my leg."

George removed his hand and stood up, and leaned across Ann's front to speak into Jeff's ear, taking the opportunity to look down Ann's top at her meagre breasts.

"You need to give your wife a pep talk Jeff, she's going to get you made redundant on Monday if she keeps being so uptight. Get her to loosen up a bit." George didn't pull any punches.

He set off for the toilet, leaving Jeff to talk to his distraught wife.

"What the hell do you think you are doing? George just told me that if you don't improve he'll make me redundant on Monday. We really can't afford for me to lose my job!"

"He keeps putting his hand on my leg, and he's working his way up, soon he'll have his hand on my pussy!" Ann protested, not believing her husband wanted her to let his boss feel her up.

"So put up with it! What's wrong with you?" Jeff was getting increasingly frustrated.

"All right, I'll let him feel me up, ok?"

"Thank you."

George came back, carrying three large cognacs.

"George, I don't drink brandy." Ann objected.

"You do now," George countered, "Take a good slug, then we can go and dance."

Ann took a good gulp of the cognac, made a wry face, before following George onto the dance floor. The DJ played a couple of fairly old dance tracks, after which he put a slower song on, as George had pre-arranged with him. George put his arms around Ann and started to dance slowly with her.

His hands soon found their way down her back and onto her bum. Ann knew that she couldn't object as he groped her pert bum and felt all over her arse cheeks.

"What sort of knickers are these Ann?" he enquired, a little aggressively, "I thought Jeff told you to dress sexy?"

"I'm sorry, I had to switch in the loo."

"Are you saying you peed yourself?"

"Yes."

"Ok, well you can't wear these, they're huge. Let's go and discuss it with Jeff."

They walked across the dance floor and stood in front of Jeff. Ann was looking acutely embarrassed.

"Ok Ann," George instructed, "explain to Jeff what happened."

"I was so desperate to pee earlier, and when I got to the loo there was a queue. I wet myself, so I had to throw my pretty panties away, and put on my emergency ones." Ann was wishing the ground would swallow her up.

"Feel them Jeff, they're huge, she can't possibly stay here wearing those, I need her to take them off now!" George insisted, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Ann looked horror struck.

"But I haven't got any others," she wailed.

"Good, you can go commando!" George gloated.

"I'll go to the loo and take them off." Ann was defeated and humiliated.

A little crowd was accumulating, enjoying Ann's embarrassment. Taking pleasure in her discomfort.

"Take them off here." George ordered, pressing his advantage.

Ann didn't bother objecting any further, she just reached up inside her dress, and pulled the panties down, almost falling over as she struggled to get them past her high heels.

"Hold them up for everyone to see," George twisted the knife, "these are what Ann thinks are sexy. Now walk over to the bar and throw them in the bin."

Ann walked towards the bar, acutely aware of everyone watching her bum cheeks moving unencumbered by underwear. Someone started a slow clap in time with her steps, and soon lots of people had joined in. Ann's cheeks were red with shame and humiliation.

As she threw the offending underwear into the bin, the crowd cheered, clapped and whistled. Ann walked slowly back, head hung low.

"Don't sit down Ann," George instructed, "Jeff wants to dance with you, don't you Jeff?"

"Yes boss." Jeff replied, not entirely sure that he wanted to dance with his wife, but better him than some other man.

Yet again a slow smoochy number was playing, James Morrison, so Jeff put his arms around his wife, as she spoke into his ear.

"I'm sorry darling, I've screwed up haven't I?"

"I'm not sure, I think the old goat enjoyed humiliating you."

Jeff put his hand on his wife's nearly naked bum, and pulled her in to his body. His cock quickly stiffened, and Ann noticed.

"Has all this turned you on? I know you must be cross with me, but if we go now, you can have me any way you want when we get home. I'll try to make it up to you, I promise."

"Ok, let's go, we'll have to say goodbye to George."

George shook Jeff's hand goodbye, then leaned forward to kiss Ann on her cheek.

"Well done." He whispered in her ear, then patted her bum gently as she turned to leave.

As they walked out to the car Ann told her husband what his boss had said and done.

"I think all may not be lost darling," she commented, "I think we should invite him to lunch next Sunday, you can do it on Monday."

"Ok my love, I'll do it. Now let's get home, I'm so ridiculously horny!" Jeff informed his relieved wife.

"Me too." She replied.

Office Politics Pt. 01



Matthew walked into the office, running his hand through his well cut hair as he scanned the sea of desks, and the hustle and bustle of the start of another working week. Matthew had just begun his work at the new firm, and was excited to make the best impression he could on his co-workers and more importantly his bosses. 

He stepped confidently up to the reception where a short blonde lady sat behind the desk. She was far to absorbed with her work to notice Matthew standing there until he cleared his throat to draw her attention. 

"Hello... Susie," Matt fumbled, quickly grabbing her name from her badge, "Matthew Dyer, was wondering if you could point me in the direction of my desk. It's my first day," He enquired, his charming smile stretching across his mouth as the last word left his mouth. 

Susie looked up, her eyes locking with the handsome young man, dressed in his best suit. Matthew stood just shy of 6 foot tall, his height complimented by his strong and muscular frame. He had never been the outgoing sort, but he thought that his fresh start in a new town would be the perfect time for him to come out of his shell and be the confident man he always wanted to be. He had no reason to lack confidence either, his strong jaw, and sharp features had been responsible for a reasonable amount of attention from ladies, it was just never his strong suit talking to them. His brown hair was worn short, messy but well maintained, enjoying the designer bed hair look. He kept his facial hair shaved, though at the end of the day his stubble would grow through into a shadow. 

"Ah, Mr. Dyer!" Susie squeaked excitedly, butterflies running through her at the sight of the attractive new employee. "Right this way," Susie motioned, stepping up from her desk. 

Susie led Matt through the office towards his desk. He looked out across the room of desks and computers, any conversations drowned out by the telephone chatter and the conversations of the many workers. Matt had been an accountant for four years now, and at 25 he was more than willing to take the promotion even if it meant moving away. He had no love interests in his home town, and his parents had moved away to retire a few years ago. He knew he would miss his friends, but the thought of recreating himself was an opportunity too good to pass down. 

"You will be sitting over here, with the other accountants" Susie stated, her hand gesturing to a bare wooden desk, only a computer sat on top of it. 

"Thanks Susie," Matt replied, placing his bag on the bench. 

"Matthew Dyer, good to see you again," a voice rang out from behind them. A slim, long legged brunette swayed towards them, her white teeth gleaming from her lipstick smile. Matt turned to face her, and his nerves around beautiful woman flooding back to him in an instant despite his best intentions.

"Hi there Alice," Matt squeezed out, his eyes darting nervously around the room. 

"So glad that you can join us, I can't wait to see what all our efforts to get you on our team will bring us!" Alice said, a subconscious bite of her lip followed.

"No pressure to perform then I guess," Matt chuckled awkwardly. 

"I'm sure performance is not an issue for you at all," Alice stated with an air of ambiguity "get yourself settled in and then come and see me in my office, we will sort out any details that may have been overlooked before you start work."

"No problem," Matt replied, eager for a break in the conversation so he could compose himself.

Matt turned back towards Susie, looking at the expression of her face as she watched Alice stride back to her office, her black office skirt tightly hugging her perky backside. It was a look of contempt and despair, and Matt could already see the story unravel in his mind. She was by no means unattractive, but in a world where she was matched against girls like Alice, she didn't stand a chance for the male attention of the room. She was short, coming in at around 5ft5, with blonde hair tied into a bun. Her black glasses were perhaps too cliché of a receptionist or secretary, but they complimented her kind and helpful face. It gave her an inherent look of interest that showed real passion rather than fleeting moment of lust or desire. But matt could see her disdain for women like Alice. The women who had the looks and the power, and with it the ability to attract any man that she desired. 

Matt felt compassion for her, but refused to allow him to be placed in a situation where he was sexually or romantically involved with anyone in the work place. He had made enough mistakes in part time jobs as a teenager and young adult to tell him that he needed to look beyond the office for any female suitors.

Susie turned to face Matt, a smile returning to plaster over any emotions that may have been visible.

"Well I guess I will leave you to settle in, let me know if there is anything else that you need," Susie offered, glancing at her feet as she let the words nervously escape her mouth.

"Thanks for all your help Susie, much appreciated," Matt replied shooting a smile in her direction before turning towards his desk and unzipping his bag. 

Matt turned to greet the other accountants in his office booth. There was Michael, a middle aged, married man who seemed intent on doing his work and heading home rather than getting caught up socializing, or god forbid in the middle of office politics. Next was Paul, who assumed the role of the typical nerd, and someone who enjoyed numbers as much as he enjoyed playing dungeons and dragons on the weekend. Littered around his desk was paraphernalia from several different anime's and manga's, only a fraction of which Matt was even vaguely familiar with. And finally was Katie, a single mother of one, who was in her late 20's. 

They all greeted him warmly before the conversation moved towards Alice and her request for a meeting with Marr once he had organized his things. 

"Why would Alice already want to have a meeting with you?" Katie questioned, her gossiping nature getting the better of her. The former Prom queen had not lost any of her beauty, though her face looked markedly more mature for the experience of becoming a mother. She had decided to keep the baby after a one night stand ended in pregnancy, and had never seemed to regret the decision, though a part of her always wondered where her life would have ended up had she not fallen pregnant. Her Brown hair was worn out, trailing down the back of her tight office shirt, whose buttons strained under the pressure of a well-proportioned chest. 

"Maybe they are giving him a special project or something," Paul offered, his mind racing to a myriad of potential outcomes, a large portion of which contained a variety of fictional characters and beasts. 

"Maybe it's not something we should be concerned with; these numbers are not going crunch themselves. I'm sure Matt will let you know if it's anything that impacts us when he gets back," Michael stated, his gaze never once leaving the computer screen. 

"I'm sure it's nothing that interesting," Matt concluded, "I'll be sure to fill you guy's in when I get back."

Matt turned to leave the cubicle, straightening his tie and brushing any stray fluff off his jacket as he walked towards Alice's office.

"I'll be waiting for all the details," Katie called out as Matt left the cubicle. 

Matt moved his way to Alice's office; his could feel his chest beating quicker as his nerves increased. He paused at her door, giving himself a moment to compose himself before knocking. He calmed himself as much as possible, preparing his mind to not bring all his nerves rushing back to him as soon as he laid eyes on her again. He decided the nerves were just due to him wanting to impress his new boss on his first day at work, and had no correlation to her body or her beauty. 

"Come in!" Alice's voice rang out from behind the door.

Matt turned the handle and strode in as confidently as he possibly could. He entered into the office which came off the open space desks where he was before. The room was basic, with a cool shadow in the room; it was dim, but not dark. The blinds had been drawn, the room lit only by the lamp on the desk. Behind the desk was a book case and filling cabinet, and some plants and pictures to make the room feel less cell like, with the gray walls and dark blue carpet doing very little to persuade the visitor they were entering a friendly environment. Behind the large wooden desk sat Alice in her office chair. She looked up from her pen and paper, her eyes greeting Matt as he entered. 

"Ah, Matt!" Alice exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as he entered. "Come, sit down" Alice offered, motioning towards a thick leather chair facing her desk. 

Matt obliged, and made his way towards the chair, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he lowed himself into the chair. 

"Now Matt, I'm going to be as honest with you as I possibly can," Alice started, pacing around behind the chair. "When I saw the opportunity to hire you I could hardly believe my luck," Alice continued "You are a skilled accountant, that's what I have been told anyway, but it's some of your other skills that I am more interested in. Now I don't expect you to accept straight away, but know that you will accept. I know that the degree you have is fake. You got that made illegally, and it wasn't a bad idea, what's more boring than three years of study! However, that is very illegal as well, and it's definitely not something that you want employers knowing, or even worst the authorities."

Matt turned to face her, his face white with horror. His composure had deteriorated to become non-existent. Suddenly his nerves weren't concentrated on the beautiful woman before him, it was that the beautiful woman was blackmailing him, and she had him cornered. He motioned to open his mouth, unsure of what his retort would be. 

"I..." Matt started.

"Save it Matt" Alice interjected, "You can't talk your way out of this. Now Matt you have to know that I am a very powerful woman, and being a powerful woman you can either be a part of my success, and be an obedient 'staff' member, or you can see your life fall apart around you. The choice is really yours," Alice finished, the stern and threatening tone resonating through the room, tension holding Matt captive in the chair. 

Alice moved around in front of the chair, and lowered herself into his lap, one hand caressing his cheek, the other arm wrapping around his shoulders. 

"Do you understand Matt?" Alice asked, her eyes burning holes through his.

Matt could only manage a nod, his mouth drying up with nerves and fear.

"Good boy," Alice said, her hand placing his on her waist. "Now why don't you kiss your new boss? Let's be honest Matt, I own you now."

Matt was just frozen in fear, but his body was not, he could feel the blood coursing through him, his cock throbbing in his pants. Alice leans down, kissing him on the cheek softly. She moves her lips close to his ear.

"I have a special surprise for you though" Alice whispers in his ear through a grin.

She takes his hand placing it on the exposed flesh of her thigh below her skirt. She guided his hand up her thigh, her breath in his ear sounding almost like a begging moan for him to explore further. Matt was in a state of shock, his mind racing to a million thoughts until something in him took control and stayed his nerves. Then all that was on his mind was his hand, and the fact that it was sliding up her warm thigh by itself, her hand now holding his head against hers. 

Maybe it was his libido kicking in, or just the blackmail, but the decision was already made in his head that he was going to have sex with this woman. He thought to himself, in any other circumstances he would feel blessed to have sex with such a beautiful woman, what difference does it make if she made him do it. 

His hand traced higher up her thigh, and Alice gripped tighter around his neck, holding him closer to her. Matt held his breath as he continued to trace up her thigh. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her thing, not a single imperfection on her smooth skin. He could feel the blood rushing around his body as his arousal peaked, his cock throbbing from within his pants.

He slid his fingers under the hem of her skirt and out of view, Alice holding him a little tighter and closer; kissing him softly on his cheek as he gradually explored her. Matt's hand moved between her thighs, his excitement building to feel the warmth of her pussy through her panties. 

He turned his hand, his palm facing towards her pubic area, ready to take her pussy mound into his hand. He looked at Alice, who was beaming back at him, her face begging him to continue his search. 

He pushed his hand between her thighs with a final push, and with it his face dropped, but Alice's lighted up even more. His hand was now holding Alice's chubby package. He could feel her meat throbbing to his touch. Not hard yet, but not flaccid. For that moment it just sat in his palm throbbing.

Following the initial shock, he stood straight up, pushing Alice off his lap. She smiled at him, feeling in complete control and power of Matt. 

"You can't be serious?!?" Matt Exclaimed, his face a mixture of fear and repulsion. He had never thought he would have held another person's cock before, least of all in these circumstances. 

"I am very serious Matt, you will give me what I want, or you will face the consequences," Alice threatened through her smiling face.

Matt face was one of terror; he paced backwards towards the door, his eyes roaming from Alice's face, to her package which was now hard and visible against the tight skirt.

"You can leave now, but know what's waiting for you," Alice beamed, lifting her skirt to give Matt a glimpse of what lay ahead for him. Her cock had gotten harder, and it now pressed against her panties, the pink cotton straining to hold her in.

Matt turned to walk towards the door, his hand reaching out for the handle. 

"Oh, Matt, you might not want to walk straight out there. Looks like this whole experience has left you a little hard to," Alice giggled, pointing towards the tent in Matt's pants.

Matt looked down, his hands moving to cover his very obvious erection. Matt was well endowed, his thick member measuring in at just over 8 inches. 

Alice moved towards him, Matt responding by nervously stepping backwards, but there was nowhere left. He was pressed up against the door, and Alice moved right in front of him. Her hand reached down, resting softly on his hard cock, as she pressed her own against his leg. She moved her lips close to his ear.

"I could help you out if you wanted?" Alice teased Matt, her voice dropping down to a seductive whisper.

Matt didn't say anything; all he could do was look away. His brain said no, this was wrong! She was essentially a guy he thought to himself. But then another part of him wanted her to get him off so badly, and that part of him didn't care that she had a penis as well. He swallowed hard, looking around nervously and avoiding any eye contact with Alice. 

Alice's hands roamed around the front of his pants, his cock straining against his clothing, battling for her touch. He fingertips danced around his zip, teasing him with potential freedom, but refusing to grip the zip and free him. She reached up and held Matt's head in her hand, turning him to face her.

"Say the word and it is done Matt," she propositioned, her lips pouting seductively as the final word left her mouth.

Matt's mind became an argument; he could hardly hear himself think as different parts of him cried for different outcomes. He still wanted to just turn and run, and never come back to this office. But then another part of him wanted her to undo that zip on his fly and work his now hardened cock. And then another part of him wanted to drop to his knees and pull her panties down and work hers.

Matt couldn't believe what he was thinking, why would he possibly want to do that, why would he want to hold another person's penis, let alone pleasure them. But despite all this internal conflict, he felt his lips move almost involuntarily.

"Yes," Matt finally let out in a hoarse whisper, his mouth had gone dry in fear and nerves.

"See it wasn't that hard was it?" Alice joked, her hand gripping his cock firmly, rubbing it through his pants. 

Matt gasped in pleasure. Alice turned his face to look at her again, kissing him softly on the lips. Her hand again traced the zip on his pants, only this time they grabbed the zip and lowered it. Her hand slowly entered his pants.

Alice's hand negotiated his underwear down through the fly, and with a tender touch wrapped her fingers around his hard, warm cock. She withdrew her hand from inside Matt's pants, his penis still firm in her grasp. 

His cock was rock hard now, after it had longed for her touch, it finally got it. It sat straight out, pointing towards her. 

Alice took a step back and reached under her skirt she slid her panties down slowly and stepped out of them. Pulling her skirt up, her cock too sprung free. It was not as large as Matt's, but still respectable at around 6 and a half inches. 

Alice stepped back in towards Matt, their cocks pressing together as she grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him deeply. Matt kissed her back, his tongue pressing gently into her mouth, entwining against hers. 

Alice reached down, wrapping her hands around both of their cocks, jerking them off at the same time. 

Matt moaned into Alice's mouth as they kissed his cock throbbing between Alice's hand and her cock. 

Alice kissed down his neck, and over his shirt covered chest. 

"Tell me you want my mouth Matt," Alice ordered, her eyes now looking up into his.

"God Alice, I want your mouth!" Matt pleaded between pants of pleasure.

Alice looked down towards his meat without a word, and kissed her way down his body. His cock was rock hard now, the head leaking pre-cum, teasing Alice's taste buds as her tongue took its first swipe across the head of his cock. 

Alice lowered her head, her tongue tracing the underside of his cock, from the base to the tip. When she arrived back at the head of his cock, she twirled her tongue around it, working the frenulum. Matt writhed, his weight pressed hard against the door as his knees began to weaken with pleasure. 

Alice now spread her lips over the tip of his cock and it slid slowly into the warmth of her mouth. Alice's tongue quickly coated his shaft and glans in saliva as it roamed over him, her lips applying a constant pressure to his shaft. Her head began to bob up and down, slowly at first, but increasing in pace as she sucked. 

Matt ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked harder, her pace increasing and her hand stroking him off into her mouth. Alice's tongue grinded against the underside of his penis now, as he slid in and out of her mouth. 

"Oh... Alice..." Matt chocked out between pleasured moans. His hips were thrusting now, his cock pushing deep inside her mouth. It glistened with saliva as it exited her mouth before being plunged back inside. 

"Fuck Alice, I'm going to cum!" Matt blurted, his hands gripping handfuls of her hand tightly as he neared the point of no return. 

Alice moaned into his cock as she increased her pace and pressure on him. She wanted his cum, and she wanted him. She reached around, holding him around his waist, stopping him from pulling out of her mouth.

Matt moaned loudly as his cock twitched, shooting rope after rope of his hot cum into Alice's mouth. Her tongue worked the cum into the sides of her mouth, savoring its taste as it is continually blasted inside her lips. Alice worked every last drop from his cock before standing up and again holding his head between her hands. 




Office Politics Pt. 01



Matt was in a daze, and was not concentrating on what Alice was currently doing as he stood stooped against the door in the afterglow of his orgasm. He felt her lips on her mouth, and subconsciously kissed back, not thinking of the fact she had just sucks his seed from his cock. Before he knew if, his freshly shot load was being pushed into his mouth in the form of a sloppy kiss from Alice. 

Matt came crashing back down from his orgasm high as he pushed her away from him and spat his cum out of his mouth and onto the floor in a coughing fit. 

"What the hell, Alice?" Matt exclaimed in between coughs, his head hovering above a white puddle of his cum on her office floor.

"That is the first and last time this is about you Matt, from now on you are my property. If I want you to eat your cum then you will do it, that's if I even give you permission to cum. You are my play thing, and you need to know your place. And as of now that is to not ask questions unless I say you can," Alice told him sternly, her face moving from seductive to authoritarian in a matter of seconds. "Now clean yourself up and get back to work, we don't pay you to cum on my floor; don't you have accounting work to do?"

Matt looked up, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do. After a few moments of stillness in the room, he wiped his mouth on his handkerchief, and returned to the door, his hand again gripping the handle.

He looked back at Alice. You wouldn't look at her and think that any of this had happened except for the cum on the ground. She had already put her panties back on, and was back and her desk, pen in hand and had resumed her writing. 

Matt turned the handle and exited the office, his heart and mind racing at a million miles an hour. What had he gotten himself into?



Office Politics Pt. 02



Ben and Katy's experience with George was quite different to that of Ben's rival, Jeff. Katy wasn't a meek mouse of a wife, she was a successful corporate lawyer and very ambitious to make money, and she didn't care what she had to do to get it.

"You need to get this promotion Ben, your salary is now way behind mine, and I need you to keep up. What's your plan?"

"I don't have a plan at the moment Katy. Jeff is much more experienced than me, so he's almost certain to get the job." Jeff replied in a defeated tone.

"Well, that's a bit defeatist, don't you think. We have to find a way for you to have an edge over Jeff. How are we going to impress George? What does he want?"

"Nothing, apart from you, that is."

"Do you think he really fancies me?"

"Of course, but surely you aren't thinking of sleeping with him to get me a promotion?" Ben didn't like the direction of this conversation.

"I might, if I have to, but hopefully I can stop short of that. You must invite George to dinner, say this Saturday, and I'll wear something sexy and flirt with him, while you cook."

"Ok, I'll invite him."

The next day in the office Ben invited George to dinner, and mentioned that he would be cooking.

"So, am I going to spend time alone with your gorgeous wife while you slave away in the kitchen?"

"Something like that." Ben replied apprehensively.

"Tell her to dress sexy, it'll be good for your career."

"Will do boss, see you Saturday."

Ben had severe misgivings about the enterprise, but Katy was difficult to stop once she made her mind up.

At precisely 7:30pm on the following Saturday evening, George rang the doorbell at Ben and Katy's little house. He carried flowers and two bottles of Prosecco, which he knew was Katy's favourite drink.

"George, welcome to our humble abode, are those for me?" Katy asked, opening the door wide so George could admire her gorgeous body. 

"It's all for you Katy," George announced, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek, "you look good enough to eat."

"Later George, let's open the Prosecco first. Ben honey, put these lovely flowers in water for me, then pour us all some fizz. Come into the lounge George, while Ben gets our drinks sorted."

George immediately noticed the balance of power in their relationship. This was clearly a wife led marriage, and that would definitely have a negative impact on Ben's career. George smiled inwardly at the possibilities which had suddenly opened up for him.

Katy led George over to the sofa and sat down first. As she settled, her short tight dress rode up, revealing most of her exquisite legs, but not quite showing her tiny thong. 

She patted the space next to her.

"Come and sit with me and tell me about your life, I'm looking forward to getting to know you, Ben speaks so highly of you?"

Just as George sat down Ben arrived with three glasses of fizz and handed them out, keeping one for himself.

"What have you brought your drink in for Ben, you're supposed to be cooking? And don't drink all my Prosecco, there's plenty of red wine for you. Now, where were we George?"

"You seem to have Ben well under control, does he ever rebel?" George asked, testing the water.

"If he did, I would put a stop to it straight away. Let's talk straight George, what do we need to do to get Ben his promotion?"

"Wow, you don't mess about. I think you know what I want, so the ball is in your court, so to speak."

As George waited for Katy's answer, Ben came in and announced that dinner was ready, so the topic was put on hold while they filed into the cramped dining room.

"George, you come and sit over here, next to me. Ben you sit near the door, so you can jump up to get the next course."

Katy had arranged the chairs so that George was right next to her, while Ben was on the far side of the table, near the door. As she sat down her skirt rode up a little, exposing her smooth brown legs to about mid thigh. The top of her flower print summer dress was low enough to show some brown skinned cleavage which George surveyed, enjoying the view of her well developed breasts, far bigger than Ann's meagre pair.

"Enjoy the charcuterie George, would you like some red wine, now we are eating?" Ben asked, trying to become part of the event.

"Red sounds good Ben, what have you got?"

"There's a Fleurie, or a Chateau Neuf Du Pape?"

"The Fleurie will be fine thanks, can I pour you some more fizz Katy?" George enquired, picking up the bottle and leaning across her to pour into her flute glass.

Once he had finished pouring he put the bottle down, but stayed turned towards Katy, gazing down her dress.

"The rolling hills of Burgundy," he said, smiling, "make such elegant wine, don't you think Ben?"

"Yes, true." Ben responded, slightly uncomfortable with his bosses blatant ogling of his wife.

All three settled in to eating their starters, several saucissons, salami, pate, bread, cornichons and so on. They chatted about politics, television and films.

When they were all finished, Ben got up to take the plates away, and bring in the main courses. George topped up Katy's fizz again, once more enjoying the view down her top.

"Do you like them George?" Katy asked in a teasing voice.

"Very much Katy, I want to see them fully naked, in fact I want to see all of you fully naked."

"Well, not today, but one day maybe."

George settled back in his chair and placed his right hand on to Katy's leg, just above her knee, he pressed his hand down, but couldn't move it up her thighs as they were clamped tight together. 

Ben returned with two plates of boeuf bourguignon for George and Katy, and he froze when he saw that George had his hand between Katy's knees.

"Glad you are here Ben, please ask your wife to open her legs a little, so I can get to her pussy."

Ben was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe that his boss would be so bold as to ask him to do something like that.

"Do you want a promotion or are you going to stay a junior accountant for the rest of your life? Ask her."

"Katy, would you please open your legs a little, so George can get to your pussy." Ben felt so completely humiliated, but he was also desperate to get a promotion, so Katy would respect him again.

"If that's what you want darling, is it what you want?"

"Yes Katy, it's what I want."

"Yes what?"

"Sorry, yes please, I want you to open your legs." Ben was totally humiliated.

"There you go George," Katy opened her legs and smiled at George, "enjoy. Ben, stop gawping and bring your own plate!"

George started stroking Katy between her legs, she was wearing a tiny thong, and the feeling of his fingers stroking over her clit was becoming intoxicating. She decided to reciprocate, and placed her hand on his lap. She could feel a definite bulge, and as she started to massage it, she could feel it growing harder. It quickly became clear that he had some serious equipment down there, and Katy grew even more excited with the realisation that she would eventually feel George's monster thrust up inside her, and the best part was that Ben would have to ask her to do it.

Ben returned from the kitchen holding his own plate, and as he entered the room the sight in front of him made him stop dead in the doorway and just stare open mouthed. George clearly had his hand between Katy's legs, and his little finger was playing with her pussy. Katy had her left hand on George's crotch and was massaging a large bulge.

"Don't just stand there gawping, sit down so we can all eat."

Ben sheepishly sat down, and started to eat. George needed his right hand to eat, so he had to remove it from between Katy's legs, but Katy could just use her right hand to eat, leaving her left hand free to continue fondling George's Crown Jewels.

George took a sip of his wine.

"This Fleurie has an interesting extra bouquet Ben, it tastes as though it comes from somewhere much further south than Burgundy, what do you think?"

"Mine just tastes of Fleurie George, but then I haven't had my right hand between my wife's legs this evening."

"Are you suggesting that Eau de Katy adds to the bouquet George?" Katy asked.

"I am indeed, a big improvement I think."

This remark seemed to put a dampener on the atmosphere, Ben was embarrassed, George was being driven to distraction by Katy's hand, and Katy was determined to have control of the evening.

The rest of the main course was consumed quickly, with only sporadic small talk.

"That was very nice Ben, well done." George complimented Ben, whilst sliding his right hand back between Katy's legs.

"Go and get the pudding Ben, what's the matter with you?"

Ben quickly returned from the kitchen with three creme brûlées, and once again George had to stop playing between Katy's legs, and this time Katy let go of his cock.

"I hope Eau de Katy improves puddings as well as wine." Katy commented.

"I'm sure everything would be improved by your exquisite scent." George replied.

"You are such a sweetie George, and you've still got a hard-on, even without my helping hand." 

"My cock is really missing your hand Katy, please put it back."

"Let's go upstairs and discuss this in comfort. Ben, pour us some cognacs when you've finished clearing up, then you can watch TV while you wait for us."

Katy picked up her glass and held out her hand for George to accompany her to the bedroom."

George followed eagerly, walking up the stairs behind Katy, salivating at the view of her two perfect bum cheeks in front of his face. She walked straight into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

"Take off your trousers and your pants and lie on the bed, I'm going to give you the best blow job you've ever had." Katy promised, licking her lips suggestively.

Never one to turn down sex, George stripped totally, and swiftly, throwing his clothes onto a nearby chair.

Katy stripped to her bra and thong.

"This is as naked as I'm getting today."

"I'm not complaining." George replied, grinning.

Katy climbed onto the bed and straddled George's head, lowering her pantie clad pussy onto George's face. George started to lick her pussy through the silky material, bathing in the exquisite scent of an aroused woman.

Katy, for her part, was squeezing and massaging George's balls, while licking the head of his cock very gently. This was a technique she often used on Ben, and had used on previous lovers as well.

George was getting excited almost straight away.

"I'm getting so close, please take me in your mouth."

Katy didn't reply, she relaxed her weight onto her new lover's face, almost suffocating him, and lowered her head onto his rampant cock, before starting a rhythmic up and down blow job.

George was so close to the edge as a result of all the time Katy had spent stroking him during dinner, that it was no surprise when he erupted in Katy's warm slippery mouth. Katy slowed her head movements, but increased her ball massaging, squeezing all the cum out of George's testicles.

When George stopped convulsing, Katy climbed off him and grabbed a bottle of water from beside her bed, taking a long drink to wash down the cum.

"Was that ok?" Katy enquired.

"It was fabulous. I thought I was going to suffocate, but I just didn't care!"

"Ha ha, well that was a down payment. Now we need to see something positive from you, before you get any more fun with me."

"That's fair, and I can promise that there will be good news on Monday, a step in the right direction, ok?"

"Sounds good to me, let's get dressed and join poor Ben."

"Before we do, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, fire away."

"Assuming I give Ben a promotion, and a big salary increase, say to £50k, will I get to fuck you?"

"You definitely will get to fuck me, I'm looking forward to it."

"Wow, so am I!"

They both quickly dressed and rejoined Ben in the lounge. Over a good cognac George spoke to Ben seriously.

"Come and see me on Monday morning at ten. I'll have some good news for you, Katy has just kick started your career."

"That's brilliant, I'll be there, thank you."

"Thank your wife, not me. I'll get off now."

George finished his cognac, grabbed his jacket and left.

"Sorry you had to do all that Katy, I'm really grateful that you've got me this opportunity. What did you have to do up there in the bedroom?"

"I just gave him a hand job my darling, so not so awful. I'm really horny now though, any chance we could go to bed, and you can fuck me senseless."

"I'm horny too, let's do it."

Even as they climbed the stairs Katy couldn't get the image of George's big cock from her head, and she also couldn't forget his charm and confidence. He may have been sixty, but he was ten times sexier than her husband, and she was really looking forward to him fucking her.

Ben and Katy had sex. Ben thought about what they had all been up to that evening, and he couldn't get out of his head an image of George fucking Katy. Katy just thought about George fucking her.



Office Politics Pt. 03



Monday morning Jeff knocked on George's office door, and went in.

"Aah, Jeff, glad you're here, I just wanted to say how impressed I was with your wife. I always thought she was a bit of a mouse, but she showed great spirit on Saturday, she was a good sport, if you know what I mean."

Jeff was almost speechless, but he was determined to press the advantage.

"I actually came in to invite you to lunch on Sunday, it was Ann's idea, she said we should get to know you better. Can you come?"

"I would love to come Jeff, on one proviso," George paused for effect, "Ann must promise to wear a skirt or dress with no knickers, and she'll need to prove it when I arrive."

"Surely you aren't serious?"

"Deadly serious Jeff."

"But she's my wife!" Jeff was incredulous at the audacity of the man.

"That's what makes it so much fun. Let me know her answer tomorrow."

For the rest of the day Jeff couldn't think about anything else, and he hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was incredibly turned on by what George had said, and fervently hoped that Ann would say yes.

"He said what?"

"You have to promise not to wear any knickers, and you have to prove it, I suppose by lifting your skirt to show him." Jeff had his fingers crossed behind his back.

"Surely you aren't seriously expecting me to do that? Was he joking do you think?"

"Sorry, I'm sure he wasn't joking. If you don't do it, my promotion is history, but it's your choice, of course." Jeff still had his fingers crossed, as he waited for Ann's answer.

"I have to say I'm not comfortable to display my private parts to another man."

"I'm not comfortable about it either, but I don't know what else we can do."

"Well, I guess I don't have any choice. You'd better tell him that I'll do it, but he'd better make sure that you get the promotion."

"Thank you so much Ann, I really appreciate you doing this for me."

"It's not for you, it's for us."

"I'll tell him tomorrow."

The next morning Jeff woke with a solid erection. He remembered that he had been dreaming about watching his wife being fucked by a succession of hunky young men. Obviously the idea of his boss seeing Ann's bare pussy was turning him on, which was a surprise to him. He had always thought that fantasies like that were just for perverts, but then perhaps he was a pervert.

Later, in the office, he found himself getting aroused as he was heading for George's office. He had to walk around for a couple of minutes before he could go in to give George the good news. Eventually he shrank sufficiently, so he bolted for George's door.

"So Jeff, do we have a decision? Am I going to be treated to a view of your wife's sex?" 

George was thoroughly enjoying Jeff's discomfort, and was looking forward to further humiliating him.

"Yes George, she has said she will do without panties on Sunday, and she will prove it by lifting her skirt."

Jeff's heart was pounding, he was so excited about his wife agreeing to flash to his boss.

"That's excellent news Jeff, I assume she was a bit reluctant, but you aren't reluctant are you?"

"Well, I..."

"Don't deny it, the idea turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does, does that make me a pervert?"

"No Jeff, it makes you normal." George reassured his employee.

For Jeff, the rest of the week seemed to last at least a month. He was so excited at the plans for Sunday lunch, yet at home in the evenings neither Jeff nor Ann mentioned what was going to happen.

Friday evening Ann decided that they had to confront the issue.

"Jeff, what shall I cook on Sunday?" Ann started the discussion in a safe area.

"Roast lamb, everyone loves roast lamb." Jeff was relieved to answer such an un-contentious question.

"Ok, I'll do that. You must buy some good wines, and cognac."

"Next, what am I going to wear?" Ann asked, "I think under the circumstances you can buy me something new, does he want sexy again?"

"Yes, he does, he actually said 'very sexy', and yes, I'm very happy to buy you something knew, we can go shopping on Saturday."

"Good, something for me to be a bit cheerful about. Make sure you've got a decent budget available for me."

"Will do my love."

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Ann accused.

"No, of course not!" Jeff replied, indignantly.

"Yes you are, you pervert. Oh well, we'll each have to get through it in our own way. Let's watch some TV and have some wine to calm us down, I do love you."

"I love you too Ann, you know I do."

Saturday morning Jeff woke with an erection again, although he didn't remember any dreams. He tried to quietly masturbate, but Ann woke, and he assumed his chance of getting relief had just become zero.

"Do you want to play this morning?" Ann asked, meaning did he want to fuck her.

"Really, are you sure?" Jeff couldn't believe she was willing to have sex, was she also turned on?

"Yes, I don't want you walking around town with a hard on, and I don't want you trying to get me into slutty clothes. After you've ejaculated, you'll be a lot less excited about the prospect of displaying me to your boss.

Jeff didn't argue any more, but quickly removed his boxers and climbed on top of Ann, and proffered his hard cock to her waiting vagina. He was a little disappointed that she wasn't wet already, but he pressed on, pushing gently in and out, and after a couple of minutes she started to lubricate and get involved in the fun.

Another couple of minutes, and she was really getting into the action, her breath was ragged, she was moaning with each thrust, and Jeff knew that she was getting close to orgasm.

"Oh Jeff, I'm cumming, don't stop, please don't stop, make me cum!"

"I won't stop, cum for me baby, I'll cum with you!"

"Now!" she yelled, "I'm cumming now!"

Jeff, let his mind go free, and the image of his boss fucking his wife was in his head instantly, and seconds later he began to explode inside his wife's welcoming vagina, and she, for her part, just kept on contracting, driving his orgasm on and on.

Eventually they both slowed, and then stopped. Both exhausted and out of breath.

"Wow!" Jeff exclaimed, "you were really horny!"

"Don't make a mountain out of it, we haven't had sex for ages."

"Ok, I'll leave it. I'll go and shower."

Although Jeff accepted Ann's answer, he was sure that she was also turned on by George's little game, and that it was also becoming their game.

Ann lay in the warm after glow of a fantastic orgasm, and accepted the feeling that she had been trying to deny. She was indeed turned on by what George was making her do, and the best thing about it was the fact that he was making her do it, so she could do things she would never consider doing voluntarily.

Ann's next thought was that Jeff's perversion was actually an advantage for her, it would save her having to pretend to hate every moment on Sunday, she could admit to having fun. Maybe she would give Jeff something to think about.

"So, is it to be a dress, or a skirt and top?" Ann asked as they were walking from the car park to the mall.

"Either would be great," Jeff answered, pointlessly, "let's look at both."

They both wandered around the racks of clothes in several shops. Ann led the way, and asked Jeff's opinion of several possible items of clothing, but he wasn't enthusiastic about any of them.

"What about this dress? Is it too hippy?"

"I think it looks great, and you like hippy things."

"It's a bit see through, but it has to be sexy. I'll try it on, but let's finish looking here first."

They wandered around some more racks, until Jeff found something, a clingy blue dress.

"How about this one my love?"

Jeff thought that both dresses were brilliant, much sexier than things she normally wore, and she would not be wearing any knickers. Despite their morning play, he was getting horny again.

"It's rather short."

"True, but it isn't see through at all."

"Ok, I'll try them both on, I'll take my knickers off so we can assess them properly."

Jeff just stood with his mouth hanging open, watching his wife walking towards the changing room, playing the short phrase over and over in his head. Did she really say that she was going to take her knickers off?

Jeff had to sit on a chair to hide his erection.

Five minutes later she reappeared wearing the thin dress, and with her back to the changing room light, Jeff could see that it wasn't a bit see through, it was completely see through. He could see her pubic hair quite clearly.

Ann walked right up to her husband and held out her hand to give him her underwear.

"Keep these for me. You can decide whether I put them back on or leave them off."

Ann smiled at her husband as he sat on the chair staring at her sex.

"It's really see through, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"I think it's too brazen. I'll try the short one."

Five minutes later Ann walked out of the changing room in the short dress. Jeff thought she looked fantastic, as did a couple of other husbands who were waiting for their frumpy wives.

"You look amazing," Jeff enthused, "truly stunning."

"Thank you Jeff, you don't think it's a bit too short?"

"It's perfect, George will love it."

"I think I'll be flashing my bare pussy a lot of the time, but we can't seem to find anything else which is sexy. Let's buy it and go home."

Jeff was totally thrilled and very erect at the prospect of his demure and reserved librarian wife wearing such a short dress, and no knickers in front of his boss.

Jeff and Ann drove home in silence, but, once inside the door, Ann grabbed Jeff, pulled his head towards her, and gave him the most passionate, sensual kiss she had given him for years.

"Are you horny?" Ann asked.

"Yes, very horny. Can I make love to you?"

"No," she replied emphatically, "but you can screw me, fuck my brains out, just make sure you make me cum really hard, or you'll be tasting your own cum for hours."

"Let's go" Jeff replied.

Jeff and Ann's lovemaking wasn't the usual routine coupling of married people, it was pure animal lust. Ann tore off her clothes and lay back on the bed with her legs wide apart, and Jeff ripped off his own clothes and dived on top of her, stabbing his hard cock straight into her wet compliant cunt. He fucked her hard and fast from the outset, and after only a few minutes he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer.

Jeff forced his mind away from images of his boss seeing his wife's pussy, and his boss fucking his wife in front of him. He thought about work, tax rules, and other boring things, and managed to slow himself down a bit, which worked well enough because a couple of minutes later he recognised the signs that his wife was getting close to her orgasm.

As Ann went over the edge into her climax she called out George's name, shouting for him to fuck her. That was it for Jeff, he climaxed in seconds, and his emission just kept on spurting and spurting.

"I thought that would make you spurt. Were you thinking about him seeing my pussy, and then fucking me?"

"At first I was, but I was getting close too soon for you, so I thought about boring accountancy. Then you shouted George's name, and that was it, I couldn't stop."

"I think it's really funny that you are so turned on by this. You should have told me a long time ago, we might have had some fun. Oh well, I know now. Anyway, I'm still horny, so you need to get that tongue to work, I hope you don't mind the taste of your own cum. Actually, that isn't true, I don't care one way or the other."

Jeff turned around so he was kneeling on the bed alongside his wife's right breast. He placed his left arm between his wife's legs to support him, with his right hand on the bed to the right of her hip. He leaned down closer to her excited pussy, seeing his own cum oozing out of her messy sex. He could smell her sexual arousal, and also the slightly metallic odour of his own ejaculate. There was also a slight background smell from her bum.

He loved every odour, everything about the view, he paused, enjoying the heady moment.

"Get on with it, I'm horny. I'm going to hold your balls, since they are right here beside me. Each time I cum, I'll squeeze them hard. If you slacken, I'll give a sharp squeeze. Now start."

Jeff moved closer to the moist temple. The exquisite odour became more intense as he closed in on his goal. He started to slowly lick, gathering up the globs of ejaculate, slurping them into his mouth, swallowing his own seed.

He worked his tongue further and further into the goo which filled her steaming cave. Once his tongue had succeeded in burying itself fully inside her excited vagina, he withdrew and started licking over and around her hard clit. It was like a mini cock, erect and sensitive.

"Oh God, that feels so good Jeff, you're going to make me cum again, really soon, don't stop, keep licking like that, that's it, that's the spot."

Jeff kept on licking his wife's clit, and only thirty or forty seconds later she was climbing towards her second orgasm. She was still holding his balls, and as she got more excited she started to squeeze. She squeezed harder and harder as her orgasm got closer and closer.

Jeff was really in pain, he didn't think he could stand her squeezing any harder, but he also knew that if he stopped licking when she was so close to a climax, she would tear his balls right off, so he licked faster and faster, hoping to speed up her climax.

And then the climax arrived. Ann screamed in ecstasy, and squeezed Jeff's balls even harder. Jeff started screaming in agony, unable to bear the pain in his balls, trying to get away from his climaxing wife.

Ann, determined not to have her orgasm ruined, used her free left hand to pull Jeff's head tight between her legs, and Jeff's screaming right into her pussy caused a delicious vibration which reignited her fading orgasm.

She kept on cumming, and she kept on squeezing and Jeff kept on screaming. To Jeff it seemed like an endless vicious circle, while Ann knew it was the best orgasm she'd ever had.

Eventually the orgasm wound down, and Ann let go of her husband's wounded balls. Jeff was crying from the pain, and Ann was suddenly struck with horror at what she had done to her husband's balls.

"Oh my God Jeff, I'm so sorry, whatever came over me, what is this man doing to us, I'm so sorry darling? Please forgive me."

It took Jeff a few more minutes to regain his composure, during which time Ann cuddled and kissed her husband, apologising over and over.

"It's ok Ann, we both got carried away, you just squeezed too hard, please don't do it that hard next time."

"Next time, what do you mean next time, surely you're not suggesting we do that again?"

"I thought you enjoyed it?"

"I did, it was the best orgasm I've ever had, but I really hurt you."

"Well, I want to give you that much pleasure again, and I was really turned on, so I'd like to do it again, if you promise not to squeeze quite so hard."

"Ok, I'll try. What are we doing about dinner?"

"Let's go out for a curry."

"Sounds good, no sexy clothes I'm afraid, and it'll be Granny knickers if you want me to wear a skirt, we've had enough excitement for one day."

"Ok darling, now get dressed, I'm going to shower."

Jeff and Ann went to the local tandoori, and ordered what they always ordered, and talked about mundane things. They checked that they had everything for Sunday lunch, and Ann gave Jeff a list of chores to complete before George arrived.

They didn't talk about Ann wearing a short dress and no knickers, or about anything sexy at all.

When they got home they both watched TV, then at eleven thirty Ann announced that she was ready for bed, and Jeff got up and went with her, turning off the TV and tidying up as they went.

When they were ready to go to sleep Ann kissed Jeff gently on the lips before speaking.

"Jeff darling, whatever happens tomorrow, please remember that I love you and always will."

"And I also love you, and I'm sorry I got you into this."

"You don't have to say sorry, Goodnight."

"Night."

Sunday morning Jeff woke with a hard on, yet again. Ann repelled his advances though, telling him that she definitely wasn't interested. The eroticism of the previous night had completely evaporated as far as Ann was concerned.

"I'm going to shower," she announced in an annoyed tone, "you can wank if you want, this escapade may not seem so exciting after you've masturbated."

Jeff started stroking his already hard cock, thinking about what was going to happen later, and he was starting to get excited when it occurred to him that his wife was right. If he released his sexual energy before George arrived, watching his wife displaying herself may not seem so sexy.

Ann finished her shower and started to dress in a thong, jeans and a polo shirt.

"Don't worry, I'm not backing out of the deal, I just don't want to get my dress marked while I'm cooking. I haven't got another tarty dress to wear."

Ann was definitely extremely prickly now that the event was about to take place, and Jeff was getting quite nervous. 

Jeff set off for the supermarket, to get the last minute stuff which Ann had listed for him, and he was glad to get out of the house, with Ann in that mood. When he got back, he mowed the lawn, and then went in to lay the dining room table.

Ann was well on top of cooking the roast lamb at twelve o'clock, so she took herself upstairs to change. She stripped naked, and then put on a push up white bra, and slipped the short sexy dress over her head, and called Jeff to come and zip her dress at the back.

"Yes my love?" Jeff queried as he arrived in the room, "wow! You look fantastic!"

"Thank you Jeff," Ann answered in a much more gentle and loving voice, "I'm sorry about earlier, I got a bit stressed, I'll be ok, we just have to get through this."

"That's ok my love, I understand."

Jeff zipped up his beautiful wife's sexy short dress, kissing her on the cheek and squeezing her hand.

"I'll just touch up my make up and then I'll be down. If George arrives, pour him a drink."

Jeff went downstairs, feeling a bit less stressed, but just as guilty.

At exactly twelve thirty the door bell rang. 

"Jeff, old boy, how the devil are you," George greeted Jeff ebulliently, reaching out to shake his hand, "here's some champagne for the lovely lady."

"Thanks George, I'll pop it into the fridge for now, Ann is still upstairs primping, but she'll be down soon, would you like a beer or some wine?"

"Beer would be good Jeff, I'm really looking forward to seeing Ann."

As Jeff was pouring the beers, Ann came down the stairs and entered the lounge.

"Ann, you look fantastic!" George complimented her, "you should follow my fashion advice in future, rather than wear those boring clothes of yours."

"Thank you George."

"Come here so I can kiss you."

Ann walked over to George feeling as nervous as a virgin on her first date. George wrapped his big strong arms around his nervous victim, pulled her head towards him, and started gently kissing her on the lips.

Jeff came back into the lounge carrying two full pint glasses of beer and stopped dead in his tracks. He was looking at his wife in the arms of his boss, who was kissing her sensuously, as his right hand tracked slowly down Ann's left side, playing across her left breast before carrying on down until it reached her left thigh, where it changed direction to cup the left cheek of her bum. He let go of the back of Ann's head and placed his left hand on her bum as well, and pulled her in to him.

"I can tell that you obeyed my instructions, but I'll still need visual verification, Jeff pour your wife some champagne, we're going to have lots of fun."

"Oh good, I love champagne, is it Moet?"




Office Politics Pt. 03



"Of course it is Ann, I do pay attention you know." George gave her another little kiss.

Jeff was relieved to have something to do, as he had such a hard erection making a tent in his jeans. He couldn't work out how he could be so sickened by seeing George groping his wife's bum, yet also be so turned on by it.

When Jeff got back with the champagne, George was reclining on the sofa as Ann paraded up and down like a catwalk model.

"Jeff, I love how short her dress is, and I'm completely in love with the way her naked arse moves, it really is an epic bum. You must be very proud of her, and I really appreciate you sharing her with me. Ann, why not take your champagne and sit in the chair."

Ann sat down as carefully as she could and just avoided flashing her naked pubes. She took a big gulp of the excellent champagne.

"You'd best bring the bottle in Jeff, if your wife is going to knock it back at that rate, I hope you've got some more?"

"Well, we've got Prosecco, which she also likes." Jeff replied.

"Good, we need to get her a little bit tipsy, don't you think?"

"I guess so." Jeff responded, somewhat reluctantly, not sure he wanted his wife to lose all her inhibitions.

"Not losing your nerve are you Jeff?"

"No George, of course not."

"What about you Ann, getting cold feet?"

"I'm nervous, but I've given my word."

"Finish your drink then, and come over here. That's it, stand in front of me. Now slowly raise the hem of your dress. You have lovely legs Ann, you should show them off more. Keep going, I'm ready to see your pussy now."

Ann was lifting the hem very slowly, putting off the moment when George would have a full view. She had trimmed her bush, but not removed it altogether. She could feel a tingling in her sex, and a slightly warm moist feeling, and she desperately didn't want to let George see that she was excited by what he was making her do.

"It's starting to come into view now Ann, are you excited, I know I am?"

"No, of course not."

"We'll see."

Ann continued the upward movement of the hem until it reached her belly button, at which point she stopped.

"There, are you satisfied now George, seen all you want to?"

"No Ann, I'm nowhere near satisfied. We are going on a journey together, and we've only just started."

"But you said..."

"I never said showing me your pussy was all I wanted, I just said you needed to do it today, or I wouldn't come to lunch. Now open your legs wider apart."

Ann did as he asked, and watched with horrified fascination as he moved his hand between her thighs, until his index finger was touching her slit. He slid it slowly back and forth, in a gentle sawing motion.

"You're quite wet Ann, I'd say that you are definitely turned on. Please don't deny it again. You mustn't lie to me, ok?"

"Ok, sorry."

"Apology accepted. Now finish preparing lunch while I chat with Jeff."

"Yes George." Ann replied, meek and obedient.

"So Jeff, did you enjoy that little show?"

"I guess I did, it made me feel sick with jealousy, but also turned on." Jeff was totally honest.

"Thanks for being honest Jeff. If the rest of this lunch goes well, you can come and see me Monday afternoon for some news. Now, let's have another beer."

Ten minutes later Ann called out to the guys to tell them dinner was ready. Ann had to be seated near the door, so George took the seat next to her, and Jeff had no choice but to sit on the other side of the table. Ann was putting tureens of food onto the table as George slipped his hand up the back of her legs and onto her bare bum. Since the tureens were heavy and hot Ann was powerless to stop George groping her bum. She could have said something, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to.

"Help yourselves guys, while I get the rest." Ann instructed.

When Ann returned she had to reach further across the table to set the vegetables down, so she had her legs slightly apart to keep her balance, and George took advantage by getting his hand between her legs and stroking her pussy. This time Ann didn't rush to do something else, she just stood looking at her husband as George got her more and more excited.

"Jeff, do you know what George is doing to me?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you going to say something?"

"Like what, what can I say?"

"Fair enough." She sat down but kept her legs apart, and George's hand kept playing between her legs for a little while. Eventually he had to stop so he could eat.

"Can you guys keep a secret?" George asked.

"Of course George." Jeff replied.

"I'm thinking of sending Ben to Brazil, there's a lot going on there. It'd be probationary at first, then if it's all going well, it could become permanent. That would open up an opportunity for you Jeff. Do you understand?"

"Yes George, but what do you want from me?"

"You both have to keep saying yes, to whatever I demand, without hesitation. You're getting close now Jeff, don't cock it up."

"Right, ok." Jeff replied, feeling very apprehensive.

They had all finished eating, so Ann got up to clear the plates, and George rose also.

"Let me help you Ann, you've done all the work so far."

"It isn't necessary George." Ann protested.

"I want to do it, Jeff, pour us some cognac, there's a good boy."

George cornered Ann in the kitchen.

"Are you a little drunk Ann?"

"Yes George, I am."

"Good." he said taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately while lifting her dress up again and placing his hand between her legs. 

He slid two fingers into her wet pussy and started flicking her clit with his thumb.

"Oh George, that feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop, I'm going to cum."

"Just let it happen, don't fight it."

"Oh George I'm cumming now, please don't stop I'm cumming so much."

George held onto Ann as her orgasm ran it's course, then he removed his hand, letting the dress drop back down.

"You understand what you are going to have to do to get Jeff this job don't you Ann?"

"Yes George, I understand."

"And are you going to do it?"

"I'm not sure, probably."

"I think it's time I went, tell Jeff to see me Monday afternoon."

Ann went back into the dining room as George slipped out of the door.

"You need to see him Monday afternoon, I think it'll be good news."

"Wow."

"Are you horny?" Ann asked, knowing the answer already.

"Yes, incredibly."

"Come on then, let's go to bed."



Office Politics Pt. 04



At 9:30 on Monday morning Ben knocked on George's office door.

"Come in Ben, sit yourself down, how is that lovely wife of yours?"

"She's great thanks George."

"I imagine she was horny as hell after I'd left, eh Ben, did she get you to fuck her senseless?"

"Erm, yes, yes she did."

"Jolly good, glad I can still turn the ladies on. Did she tell you what she did for me?" George probed.

"She told me she gave you a hand job."

"Oh, I wonder why she said that, oh well, it doesn't matter. Tonight you must demand the truth, ok?"

"Yes, ok, I will."

"Right, so here's what I've got for you. You know that we are now operating in Brazil, and also developing partners for other South American Territories."

"Yes, I do." Ben sounded puzzled, how did this relate to him?

"Well, the good news is, that it's proving hugely successful, with turnover sky rocketing. The bad news is, the accounts are in a complete mess."

"Oh, I see." He was beginning to suspect that he knew where this was going.

"I want you to hop on a plane Thursday morning, and go and sort the accounts out, put in the systems they need, employ some decent people, and get it all running smoothly. I will immediately increase your pay to £45k, and your title will be 'Accountant -- International Division'. Providing you do an adequate job, You'll get to keep the title and the salary. If you do an excellent job, I'll increase it again to £50k, and give you the title 'Senior Accountant -- International Division'. In two years you should be earning £60-£70k and be in line for Finance Director. Any questions?"

"Yes, will I be actually living in Brazil? I'm not sure Katy will go for that."

"No, don't worry, after the initial sorting out, which should be 4-6 weeks, I expect you to be London based, but visiting the various territories as often as needed. An extra plus, is that it will be all expenses paid, staying in luxury hotels, eating in great restaurants, and meeting gorgeous women. It may be that in the longer term we rent apartments in the various territories. It's a great opportunity Ben, don't pass it up."

"Ok, I'll go."

"Good, see Sam on your way out, she's sorting the air tickets, hotels, and an interpreter. I believe she's found a pretty girl for you."

"Thanks, but I'm married."

"Good point, tell your wife to ring me, I'm going to take her out to dinner."

"Oh, right."

"I've fulfilled my part of the deal. Now she has to fulfil yours, ok?"

"I guess it has to be. I'll tell her."

Katy wasn't at all happy when Ben told her that he was going to Brazil for four to six weeks. Even less happy when he told her that he may be travelling all over the world for a couple of years, but she was extremely happy about the money, and even happier with the projected career path, and then he had to tell her about calling George to settle the deal.

"George said you should call him, he wants to take you out to dinner." Ben ventured nervously.

"Don't be naive Ben, he wants to fuck me."

"Yes, he pointed out that he has fulfilled his part of the deal."

"Christ, you are a piece of work, pimping me out to advance your career. Most men get advancement by working really hard, but you prefer to turn me into a whore."

Katy was genuinely angry with Ben, but that didn't mean that she was reluctant to sleep with George. She had been looking forward to it ever since she had given him a blow job.

"Oh well, I don't really have any choice do I. I'll ring him now and get it over with."

Five minutes later Katy came back into the lounge.

"He's taking me out to dinner tomorrow evening. He expects me to bring him back here afterwards, because he wants to fuck me in our bed while you sit and listen to the bed creaking. He really wants to rub your nose in it. In fact, so do I."

Katy May have sounded angry, but the principal emotion she was feeling was excitement. She was remembering George's big cock, and his gentle strong hands. She would never have chosen to be unfaithful to her husband, but since she was being forced into it, she was looking forward to it.

"It's ok, you don't have to say anything, I know this will be very hard for you," and George will be very hard for me, she thought but didn't say, "let's go out for a curry to celebrate your new job."

"Great idea, thank you."

"For what?"

"For being so supportive, I'm not sure I deserve you, you are making such a sacrifice for me."

Ben was starting to make Katy feel guilty, since she was actually looking forward to being fucked by George, which was hardly a sacrifice. The guilt, however, quickly turned back into anger, which she was trying to quell.

"Come on, I'm going to get changed."

Neither of them needed to get changed to go for a curry, but Katy wanted to dress in really sexy clothes, to let Ben see what he was giving away. She chose a very short, tight, denim skirt which had buttons up the front. A bit old fashioned, but it had two major plus factors for observant voyeurs.

Firstly the buttons stopped about six inches from the bottom, so in order to avoid flashing her thong whenever she sat down, stood up, bent over and so on, she would have to be really careful. Katy wasn't planning to be careful at all.

Secondly, the buttons were spaced well apart, and the denim was quite stiff, so when she was sitting down, the denim between the buttons opened out to create a window to view her underwear.

To give the guys something special to enjoy, she opted for a tiny, lacy, pink thong, plus a pink, lacy, push up bra, partly covered by a semi transparent cotton top.

"Wow! You look fantastic," Ben exclaimed when she breezed into the lounge, "isn't that top a bit see through for a curry house?"

"I think it's just see through enough, let's go."

Katy had a great time in the local Indian restaurant, flashing and flirting with all the waiters, then they went to the pub where she was the centre of attention. Ben was very jealous, but also very turned on, so when they got home, a little drunk, and very horny, they scrambled straight up to their bedroom , tearing off their own clothes and diving onto the bed.

As Ben offered his hard cock to Katy's eager pussy, he had the thought that the next cock inside her would be George's.

Katy had a different thought. Her thought was that once George had fucked her, with his man sized cock, she wouldn't have much use for Ben's pencil sized prick.

Ben pumped like crazy, and with thoughts of all the flirtation and the ogling and the fondling of the evening, he barely lasted two minutes before ejaculating inside his frustrated wife. He then rolled off her and went to sleep.

Katy was so annoyed, and she thought about getting one of her toys out of the drawer, but after a few minutes of indecision, she decided to try to go to sleep, and take her sexual frustration to George. She felt confident that he would satisfy her, and her guilt at looking forward to being fucked by him had been totally assuaged by her husband's lack of performance.

The next day, Ben was flat out busy trying to clear his desk of work, handing projects over to Jeff, and bringing himself up to speed with the Brazil situation, as a result he didn't have time to dwell on the fact that his wife was going to be fucked by his boss that evening.

Katy, by contrast, was not especially busy, but she was especially horny. In fact she was so horny that she couldn't stop sliding her hand up her skirt and stroking her wet pussy. The gusset of her panties was soaking wet, and it was taking a huge amount of will power to stop her from climaxing in the middle of a busy office. Each time she went to the bathroom she found it almost impossible to abstain from masturbating to a series of glorious orgasms whilst sitting on the toilet.

Miraculously she got to five o'clock, without giving in to temptation, and she bolted for the door to go home.

After one and a half hours of primping and preening Katy was nearly ready when George rang the doorbell at seven o'clock. Ben couldn't avoid answering it, and facing his boss.

"Ben, how's it going, looking forward to going to Brazil?"

"Yes, it's just so crazy trying to tie up all the loose ends here, whilst getting up to speed on the situation in Brazil."

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it, and those Brazilian women have such gorgeous figures, and they are so enthusiastic in bed."

"But I'm married to Katy."

"You mustn't worry about Katy, I'll look after her."

"What does that mean?"

At that opportune moment Katy swept into the room. She was wearing a tight, stretchy short dress, no bra, a tiny black lacy thong, stay up stockings which only just reached up inside the dress, and black high heels. She was wearing quite a lot of jewellery, a pink leather belt, and pink lipstick.

She looked stunning, and was still in a state of arousal.

"Katy, you look fantastic," George pronounced, opening his arms," come here and kiss me."

Katy walked into his powerful arms, which folded around her, and met his lips with her own for a sensuous, sexual, kiss. She could feel his powerful cock grow between them as they kissed, and she could feel her own lubrication start to trickle past the inadequate thong.

"Let's go Katy, before we get carried away and rush up to bed. Ben, get lots of work done, and I'll see you later."

Ben said nothing, he just looked as his wife and his boss left together. He kept thinking about what George had said. George was clearly planning to go on fucking his wife while Ben was safely out of the way in Brazil. That was why he had got the Brazil job, so George could steal Katy, and there was nothing he could do about it. It wasn't just Katy who was about to be fucked by George.

"I've booked us a table at Cafe Rouge in Reigate, if that's ok?" George asked.

"Lovely, I always like French food."

"I love your dress, it's so clingy and short. What are you wearing underneath it, not much from what I could see."

"A tiny black lacy thong, and nothing else."

"And is the thong wet already?"

"Soaked."

"So you're looking forward to going to bed with me?"

"I've thought of nothing else since you invited me."

"Ben looked as if he didn't know whether to throw up or cry."

"He's really struggling with it, but hopefully he'll get over it."

George slipped his left hand between Katy's knees and pulled her legs apart a little, before sliding his hand up to her crotch.

"Take the panties off dear, they'll get in my way."

"Yes George."

Katy pulled up her dress, lifted her bum off the seat, then slipped the thong off over her feet.

"Leave the dress where it is, so I can play with you while I drive. Luckily this Merc is auto, so my hand is free."

"Yes, that's very lucky, and that feels so good, I'm afraid I may get your seat wet."

"Lucky seat."

George's skill with his left hand, whilst driving with his right, was so practised that just as they were pulling up to park, Katy had her first orgasm of the evening.

"Wow, George you are amazing! How can you drive and make me cum at the same?"

"Practice my dear, lots of practise. Do you want to rest for a few moments, before we go in?"

"No, I want to walk into the restaurant with little after shocks still rippling through me."

"Good idea. Let's go."

Being a gentleman, George scooted around the car and opened the door for Katy, however, it turned out that he wasn't such a gentleman, because he looked up her skirt. Katy paused at the point when George had the best view, and opened her legs a little, and at that very moment two young guys walked past. Katy gave them a nice smile and blew them a kiss, before climbing out of the car.

"I'm having so much fun," Katy commented, "why are you so much more fun than my husband? For that matter, why is your cock so much bigger?"

"Some of us are just lucky, I guess."

Katy and George had a lovely meal together, they chatted about lots of different subjects, George was charming, witty, and entertaining, which made the time pass very quickly.

In what felt like half an hour, but was actually over two hours, the meal was finished and paid for, and they were driving back to Katy's home, where Ben was waiting anxiously.

"Hi Ben," George called as they walked in, "did you keep yourself busy while we were out?"

"Yes, in fact I've only just stopped. Listen George.."

"Ben, let me stop you there. You made a Faustian pact with me, and you are cast as Faust. You cannot back out of this deal, nothing you say will persuade me, I'm taking your wife to bed now, and I'm going to fuck her. Katy isn't trying to back out, she is honouring her promise. You must do the same. Come on Katy, let's fuck."

"Yes George," she said, walking up the stairs ahead of him.

George followed, eyes glued to her pneumatic arse cheeks.

Katy entered the bedroom, stripped off her dress and bra, kicked off her shoes, and dived onto the bed backwards. She had left her stay up stockings on, giving George a wonderful vision.

"Hurry up George, I need you to fuck me."

George undressed more slowly, then lay on the bed next to Katy.

"I need you to touch me to get me hard. You must be gentle with my cock, and rough with my balls."

"Oh, ok, like this?" She asked, squeezing and rolling his balls in one hand whilst gently fondling the head of his cock with the other.

"Exactly like that."

"Mmnn, I see what you mean, you're getting hard quickly, oh boy you have such a lovely cock, please fuck me now."

George rolled on top of Katy and guided his rampant cock straight at her main entrance, he eased the head in, then pushed hard.

"Oh God yes, that feels so good, fuck me hard!"

He set up a steady rhythm, pounding his full length in and out, feeling glad that he went to the gym regularly.

"Keep doing that, it feels wonderful, I love your cock so much."

He increased his pace, and increased the force of his thrusts. The bed was creaking madly, Katy was squealing repeatedly, and her new lover was advancing towards orgasm.

"Don't stop lover, do it harder, faster, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum on your fabulous cock, I'm cumming!"

This was a relief to her new lover, as he was only seconds away from his own climax. With the unfaithful wife convulsing underneath him, George let go and filled her with his seed.

Downstairs Ben followed the lovemaking from the sounds, his wife begging to be fucked, the creaking bed, his wife's squeals of delight, her gasps of excitement and her groans of orgasm. She never made all that noise when he fucked her, was his penis so much too small? It certainly sounded like it.

The lovers had gone silent. Ben knew that he just been cuckolded, he was now a cuckold. He wondered if that was a permanent state, once a cuckold, always a cuckold, he suspected that it might be.

Katy lay cuddled up to her new lover, gently stroking his cock.

"You never went completely small, and now you are growing again, you are amazing, the sexiest man I've ever met."

"I had a wonderful time Katy, and you kept your promise, thank you."

"But I heard you telling Ben that you would 'look after me' while he was in Brazil?" Katy queried.

"I was just winding him up."

"So, does that mean you aren't going to 'look after me'?"

"It means that I won't force you to have sex with me, but if you want me to, then I will."

"But I need you to force me."

"Why, does it turn you on?"

"Yes it does, and it also stops me feeling guilty about being unfaithful to my husband, and finally, it enables me to keep my marriage, whilst having a great sex life with you. Please force me."

"Ok, let's make love again, then we can go down and give Ben the bad news. You need to be on top this time, I'm getting tired."

Ben gave a little prayer of thanks to whoever invented the little blue pill which he popped during dinner. He would never have got an erection again without it.

Downstairs Ben groaned inwardly, he could hear the bed protesting again. He couldn't understand how a man of sixty could get it up again fifteen minutes after an orgasm. The sounds from above were regular, rather like a horse cantering, as in fact, Katy was cantering on George's erect cock. Being young and fit, she was able to ride her cock horse for quite a while, before she felt the familiar stirrings of an approaching orgasm.

As she got closer and closer to release, she rode her horse faster and faster, which brought her mount closer and closer to his climax. In the end rider and ridden reached the finish posts virtually simultaneously, which gave satisfaction to both.

"Wow, that was good!" Katy exclaimed.

"Glad you liked it."

"We must face Ben. I need you to be very firm, please."

"Will do"

A few minutes later they were all in the lounge together.

"Well Ben, you have a very sexy wife, thank you for sharing her."

"I didn't have any choice."

"Quite. Now I need to explain something to both of you. Katy has just made payment for the opportunity I've given you, but I outlined a steady career progression for you to board level. I'm afraid that doesn't happen unless she makes regular payments."

"What? You mean that she has to go on sleeping with you or my career doesn't progress?"

"Precisely."

"Oh Ben, what have you got me in to?" Protested Katy.

"What do you mean by regular?"

"A couple of times a week should do it, but I think we should have a variable rate, three times a week and I'll fast track you, once per week and your career will stall. I'll keep count and let you know the average."

"I think that sounds fair Ben, we'll have a target to work towards, and I'll do my best to help you, and you must encourage me to help you and your career. When do we start George?"

"We've already started. I'll pick you up Thursday for your second session for this week, then his career is on track. I'm off now, I'm exhausted. See you tomorrow Ben, see you Thursday Katy."

George slipped away before the fireworks started.

"Did you know this was going to be an ongoing arrangement?"

"No, of course not."

"I don't believe you, I think you suspected it all along."

"Well, you seemed to be enjoying yourself up there." Ben accused.

"That isn't the point, I'm not a whore!"

"Was he really that good?" Ben asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

"What do you want me to say Ben, why are you torturing yourself?"

"I don't know why, I just need to know."

"Well you asked for it. Yes, he's very good. He has a cock that's nearly nine inches long, his fingers are magic, and his tongue is just heavenly."

"He licked you?"

"Only my nipples. Look, let's not spoil our last couple of days before you are off to Brazil. Come to bed and I'll give you a lovely blow job."

"Really?"

"Yes really."

"Ok, let's go."

Thursday morning Katy took the day off to drive Ben to Heathrow. The atmosphere between them was tense and sombre.

"Listen Katy, if this thing with George gets too unbearable, just stop. I'm sure I can get another job."

"No you can't, not at that salary, I'm going to get you fast tracked, I'll wear the old man out."

"Thank you Katy, I don't deserve you."

"Don't be silly, now off you go or you'll miss your flight. I love you. Try to have a good time and don't worry about me."

"I love you too. Bye."

Ben walked away towards security. He didn't look back, as his eyes were starting to water, and he didn't want Katy to see him crying.

Once Ben was out of site, Katy took out her mobile phone.

"He's gone."

"Are you ok?"

"A little emotional, but I'll get over it. What are we doing?"

"Go home and pack a bag, I'm taking you to Paris for a long weekend,"

"Really, Paris? Now I'm really excited. Am I allowed to bring any knickers?"

"Certainly not, it's a knicker free holiday. And no trousers either, I'm going to need easy and frequent access to your pussy."




Office Politics Pt. 04



"Oh goody, I'll be ready in an hour. Have we got time for sex before we leave?"

"No, but we can fuck on the plane, it's a private jet."

"Wow, mile high club here we come."

"Absolutely."



Office Politics Pt. 05



On Monday afternoon Jeff knocked on George's office door. He knew that Ben had been in to see him in the morning, but he didn't know what had happened, so he decided to be cautious and see where things went.

"Jeff, come along in, sit yourself down, shall we have some tea?"

"Yes please George, always happy to have tea," Jeff kept things light.

"Sam, bring us some tea, there's a good girl." George commanded.

"I saw Ben here earlier, did you come to a decision regarding Brazil?" Jeff enquired, cautiously.

"I did indeed Jeff. Ben Flies to Brazil on Thursday, and I'm guessing he'll be gone about six weeks. I've increased his salary to £45k, and he'll get expenses, of course. He has agreed that before he goes I can fuck Katy in their bed, with Ben in the living room listening to the bed creaking. Then they will have earned his promotion to International Accountant."

"Oh right, I see," Jeff was getting nervous.

"Ben is now on £45k plus expenses, but you are still stuck on £35k. Think about that while Sam serves the tea."

Sam placed two cups and saucers on the mahogany coffee table, fine bone china, of course. She poured the tea and the milk then handed the full cups to George and Jeff. While she was performing this careful ritual, both men were spellbound watching her, she was indeed a very beautiful young woman. 

When she had finished and left the room, both men sighed.

"I wish I could get into those knickers Jeff, what do you think?"

"She's fantastic, I've been admiring her for a while, but I'm married, and much older than her."

"Oh well, back to the discussion at hand. I know Ann isn't like Katy, she's going to be very reluctant to get into bed with me, whatever the bribe, and I also know that there was no way I was ever going to make Ben Financial Director. He can make a name for himself abroad, leaving me to enjoy the charms of the ambitious Katy, which brings me back to you and Ann. Jeff, I want to promote you, and I'm going to. From the first of next month you will no longer be a Junior Accountant, you will be our Accountant, and your salary will jump to £45k. Ok?"

"Yes George, thank you, but what about you and Ann?"

"Well, I don't think she'll ever let me fuck her, but I need something, some concession from her. Why don't we all go out to lunch a week on Sunday, I'll buy you guys a nice lunch to celebrate your promotion, and later we can go back to my place and Ann can do whatever she can live with, do you get me, not full sex, but something more than I've had already. Talk to her between now and then and see what she feels comfortable with, ok?"

"Yes, ok, thank you, that's brilliant."

"I'm glad you're happy Jeff, we've worked together for a while, and I like to think we are friends?"

"Yes George, me too, it's good that we are friends."

"So Jeff, as a friend, can I ask you a delicate question?"

"Of course, anything."

"Are you disappointed that I'm not insisting on sleeping with Ann."

"Aaah, I thought it might be that question. The answer is disappointed and relieved at the same time."

"Is your relief because you don't have to force Ann against her will?"

"Yes, I guess it is."

"Ok, that's good, so you won't mind her going a bit further with me?"

"No, not really, it's a bit kinky isn't it?"

"Yes Jeff, it is quite kinky."

"So I'm not quite the boring accountant you thought I was?"

"Good point Jeff, good point."

That evening Jeff girded his loins to tell Ann the news.

"Ann my love, come and sit with me, I have some news."

"Is it good news?"

"I would say so, yes. George has promoted me to Accountant, with a salary of £45k, and he's sent Ben to Brazil."

"Wow, that's lots of good news! Oh, hang on, what do I have to do for this promotion?"

"Well, that's sort of up to you. He understands that you won't sleep with him, he just wants you to go a little further than last time, and you can decide what that something is. By the way, he's sleeping with Katy Wednesday evening, in Ben's bed, with Ben listening from the living room."

"Oh dear, poor Ben. So what do you think I should do? Give him a blow job?"

"I was thinking of a hand job"

"He's not a school boy Jeff, that would be insulting. I'll give him a fantastic blow job. You can watch if you like, I'm sure it'll turn you on, being the pervert that you are. Perhaps I'll let you have me afterwards, if I'm turned on."

"Do you think you will be, turned on I mean?"

"Maybe, I'll let you know."

The next day Jeff's world changed, not dramatically, but subtly, and in a good way. George started treating him like a senior accountant, asking Jeff's opinion on potential projects, asking for financial analysis of current contracts. He was so busy that he was struggling to keep up with the book keeping work which was what he had been doing up until his promotion.

Ben was running around preparing to go to Brazil, but he had to hand his UK work over to Jeff, which he finally managed to do on Wednesday, over sandwiches at lunch time. Jeff thought that what Ben had been doing was pretty low level accounting, and he would have no problem picking it up without needing any help from Ben. In fact he had already been wading through it earlier in the week, and had found a string of mistakes which he would have to put right.

Despite that, however, he put up with Ben laboriously explaining his mundane work because he was fascinated by the idea that George was intending to have sex with Ben's wife that very evening, and that Ben was going to have to listen to their lovemaking.

"So Ben," Jeff started, when Ben finally took a break from his lecture, "is it true that you're going to let George fuck your wife this evening."

"It's the same thing you'll be doing pretty soon, so don't sound so smug about it."

"So it is true. Are you excited at the prospect of being cuckolded by your boss?" Jeff needled.

"No, I'm not excited, but I haven't been whiter than white have I, so I can live with it. Have you told Ann about what we did with Sarah?"

"No, of course not, have you confessed?"

"No, I haven't."

"And what is Katy's view of her impending adultery?"

"I get the impression she's looking forward to it, although she pretends not to be. What I'm more worried about is George continuing to fuck her while I'm safely tucked away in Brazil, you see, I don't think Katy will say no to him. She says he's attractive, has a reputation as a good lover, and, of course, he's rich."

"I've heard the girls in Brazil have fantastic bodies, and adore Englishmen as a ticket out of poverty. You could do a lot worse."

"But I love Katy, Jeff, I don't want a Brazilian bride."

"Ok, well, good luck. If I get any definite information I'll text you."

"Thanks Jeff, I appreciate it."

Of course there was no way Jeff would be telling Ben anything, unless it would advance Jeff's career. Both Ben and Jeff knew that, but they both had to keep up the pleasantries, since they were English.

On Thursday morning George called Jeff into his office for a meeting.

"Jeff, as you know Ben is off to Brazil later today, and you've been landed with his work, as well as higher level work from me, so I think you need to get yourself an Accounts assistant. Try to get a pretty girl for us to ogle and grope, there's a good chap."

"Oh ok, what can I pay her?"

"Up to £24k should be enough. Talk to Sam and she'll get the ball rolling. I'm off to Paris for a few days with Katy, from this evening, back Tuesday. Anything urgent, text me, otherwise you're in charge until I get back."

"Crikey, that's brilliant, I won't let you down."

"I know you won't. By the way, what do you think of Katy?"

"Well, I think she's clever, ambitious, and gorgeous. I would say Ben is a lucky guy, but that would be untrue."

"Would you like to fuck her, I'm sure she will if I tell her to."

"But I'm married."

"That didn't stop you with Sarah."

"How do you know about that?"

"I have my sources. Think it over, about Katy, she's fantastic in bed, but I'll get bored of her after a few weeks, I imagine. You could take her over."

"Ok, I'll think about it."

Jeff's mind was reeling, he was almost euphoric, his life had changed completely, almost overnight. One particular thought hit him like a thunderbolt, he was now sure that he actually wanted George to fuck Ann, and that he would try to orchestrate it. The idea of having Katy as a lover thrilled him, and the thrill of Ann being coerced into having sex with George added to his excitement, and he firmly believed that if she did it, he would have an advantage over her which could be beneficial.

Later, at home, Jeff gave Ann an edited account of his day, concentrating on his new status, but he didn't omit the fact that George had sex with Katy the previous evening while Ben sat in the lounge and listened to the bed creaking.

"He said she was great in bed, and that he's taking her to Paris for a long weekend." Jeff told her, thinking it might help in his quest.

"I would love to go to Paris." Ann said, a little wistfully.

Jeff decided saying nothing was the best move. He was happy with the first day of his project.

The next day, with George away, Jeff approached Sam about recruiting an assistant, and yet again he was astounded by the change in his status within the company.

"Hi Jeff," she greeted him with a lovely warm smile, "congratulations over your promotion, I gather I'm to find an assistant for you, a young attractive girl, George said."

"Just as long as she can do the job." Jeff commented.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I can satisfy your requirements, if not, I'll wear some short skirts for you. I don't imagine Ann wears sexy clothes for you, only for George at the dance."

Jeff was even more amazed, the gorgeous Sam, who every guy in the company fancied, was flirting with him. He decided to flirt back and see where it went.

"Well, then she doesn't need to be attractive, I'm sure I would be completely satisfied seeing you in short skirts."

"Thank you Jeff, I'll try not to disappoint you, however, there may be a price to pay."

"And what would that be?" he asked, his pulse racing.

"I think that if I wear a short skirt every day next week, then you should take me out to dinner."

Sam felt that she may have over played her flirting, she had always fancied Jeff, and with his promotion he had become even more attractive and confident. She knew she shouldn't be pursuing a married man, but if his wife was willing to sleep with George, then what had Sam to feel guilty about.

Jeff was stunned, and for a moment speechless, Sam had propositioned him.

"I think we have a deal, however, I will decide whether each skirt is short enough to qualify. Come and see me each morning to get my decision."

"Yes Jeff, I'm sure you'll be happy with what I wear. I'll go shopping this weekend."

"Excellent, see you Monday."

Sam's comment about Ann's clothes choices set Jeff thinking, and he quickly concluded that Sam was right, Ann dressed sexy for George on two occasions, but never did for him. He decided to confront her that evening, and see if he could either get her to dress in much sexier clothes, or get her on the back foot over George. Either would work well for Jeff.

"Ann darling, have you got a sec, there's something I want to talk to you about." Jeff opened the discussion just after he got home.

"Yes Jeff, what is it? You've got me worried now."

"It's something that has been bothering me for a few days. When George insisted that you dress sexy, and wear no knickers you did it. A second time he said you were to dress sexy, and again you did it."

"But you asked me to, to help your career."

"The thing is, you never dress like that for me. I want you to dress for me, the way you dressed for him. Stop trying to look dowdy, and start looking sexy. This isn't a request, it's an instruction. I need you to change the way you dress, and we can start right now, go and change your clothes and we'll go out for dinner somewhere nice to celebrate my promotion."

"Gosh, this is a new masterful husband, I like him, I like him very much, can we go out clothes shopping tomorrow?"

"Yes we can, and this evening, when we get back from dinner, I'm going to give you a good hard fucking, ok?"

"Yes Jeff, I'm yours to take whenever you want. Do I dress a bit sexy for tonight, or as a total slut."

"A total slut Ann, whenever we go out, and the rest of the time, fairly slutty. You must check with me every day, whether what you are proposing to wear is acceptable. I'm making some changes here, now I don't have to keep apologising about my low income."

"Yes Jeff, whatever you say. Am I allowed knickers tonight?"

"Yes, if they're sexy, but I may make you remove them later."

"I understand, I'll go and change. You're getting me so excited, thank you!"

Half an hour later Ann walked cautiously down the stairs. She had been through her whole wardrobe twice, trying to find something sexy to wear to excite her husband. She had concluded, to her great embarrassment, that she didn't really own anything apart from the dresses she bought to please George. She didn't feel it would be right to wear either of those, and in the end, out of desperation, she put on a long top, and used it as a dress. The only problem was that although as a top it was quite short, as a dress, it was really, really, short.

"Wow, you look fantastic! Don't you normally wear that as a top, with jeans?"

"It's the only thing I could think of. We really need to go shopping tomorrow."

Jeff walked around his transformed wife, revelling in the sight of her in such a dangerously short dress.

"It's very likely that some men will see your panties tonight so lift up your dress so I can check the suitability."

Ann lifted her dress tentatively, worried that Jeff wouldn't approve of her choice. Her worry was well founded.

"Good grief, you're not going anywhere with those enormous black granny knickers on, who do you think you are, Bridgett Jones? Take them off, throw them in the bin, and go and find a sexy thong, something bright coloured."

"Yes Jeff, sorry Jeff."

A few minutes later, Ann was back, and as she walked towards Jeff she lifted the hem of her dress up to the level of her boobs. She was wearing a small bright lime green lacy thong. She dropped the hem and walked straight towards the front door, confident that Jeff would approve.

As Jeff drove towards the restaurant he couldn't help glancing across at his newly sexy wife, and appreciating her beauty in a way he hadn't for years. She had done something different with her short dark hair, making it look more modern, she'd painted her nails red, she had full make up on, and quite a lot of gold jewellery. He fancied her like mad, and was almost tempted to turn the car around and take her home and straight to bed.

The thing that stopped him was the erotic charge he was getting from the thought of displaying his wife to other men.

In the car park Ann hesitated a moment.

"Jeff, I'm a bit nervous about showing myself like this, do you think it's ok?"

"Ann, you look fantastic, every guy is going to fancy you, and every woman will be jealous." Jeff reassured his wife.

"And you don't mind the guys ogling me?" Ann queried.

"It will turn me on more than I can describe, but I should warn you, I'm going to have to fuck you tonight, I'll be so horny."

"That's fine with me, let's go."

As soon as they walked into the restaurant Ann was the centre of attention. As Jeff had predicted, all the men were lusting after his wife, and all the women were hating her for stealing all the attention.

A waiter rushed up to them very quickly, wanting to claim her for his area, and as he led them to a table he was already wondering what colour her panties were, as he knew he was sure to get a flash of them, as her dress was so short.

He seated them at a very nice corner table which he knew was difficult to sit down at, especially for ladies with skirts or dresses, due to the adjacent walls. He picked up the napkin and hovered waiting for the chance to place it on her lap, which gave him the perfect opportunity to look down at her crotch as she negotiated the table leg. He was quickly rewarded with a clear view of her tiny thong, and his heart raced as he saw some of her pubic hair sprouting either side of the tiny underwear.

The waiter quickly dropped the napkin onto Ann's lap, not trusting himself to place it without having a quick feel between her legs, which could easily result in his dismissal for gross misconduct. As he moved to place the husband's napkin he realised that he had another problem, he was rapidly growing an erection, so he dropped the napkin and retreated quickly.

"I think you have an admirer there my love." Jeff suggested.

"I noticed that he took us straight to the one table I would have trouble getting in to. I'm sure he is in no doubt what colour my panties are, but should I give him more glimpses?" Ann enquired.

"Oh yes darling, I definitely think you should."

"This kinky stuff is fun Jeff, why were we so boring for so long?"

"I think it went with our job descriptions." Jeff concluded.

For the rest of the meal the waiter was super attentive, finding countless excuses to visit their table. At the end of the meal he was there to pull the table out just a little, but not enough to make Ann's exit any easier, and then when she had one leg still under the table, and one leg outside it, with her legs apart, he slid the table back in and stared at her panties.

"Ok, you've had your fun, pull the table out so my wife and I can leave." Jeff was insistent, even masterful.

The waiter did pull the table out again, just a little, but as Ann raised her other leg to extricate herself, his hand slipped between her legs and stroked her pussy through her panties.

"Oh...aaah," she moaned, "that feels so nice, but you must stop, someone will see."

"Oh, yes, sorry." The waiter mumbled, retreating to the kitchen.

"Was that fun darling?" Jeff asked as they crossed the car park.

"Yes my love, it was amazing. How quickly can you get us home, I really need you to fuck me."

"Hold tight, this is going to be a very fast drive!"



Office Politics Pt. 06



Ben's Story

After Katy had dropped Ben at Heathrow he made the painfully slow progression through baggage check in, then security, but was finally free to have some lunch in the departures lounge. He decided that it was time to try out his new company credit card, which had a £25k credit limit.

He found a nice restaurant and ordered steak and a carafe of red wine, and relaxed. Ben was beginning to think that this new life might not be so bad after all, so what if Katy was sleeping around, he would have fun too, and he was on expenses.

After his fine lunch it was time to start heading towards the boarding gate, and being in a relaxed state of mind, Ben started to notice how many attractive women there were, heading to the same gate as him, and as he overheard them talking he realised that they were Brazilians. Maybe George was right, perhaps he would enjoy some of the amenities which Brazil had to offer, and he was already crossing his fingers and hoping to sit next to one of these beauties on the plane.

As he boarded the aircraft things got better and better, the cabin crew were mostly female, and they were all gorgeous. There were a couple of gay men, but mostly women.

He found his seat and thanked the God of aircraft seating. His seat was next to the aisle on the central bank of four, and to his right were three seats all occupied by Brazilian women, all of whom were attractive, in a dark sexy Latin way. To his left, across the aisle was a drop dead gorgeous blonde, also apparently Brazilian, but not at all Latin in her looks. She actually looked like a model, and maybe she was, her skin was well tanned, her legs were sensational, and she turned her head towards Ben and smiled a radiant perfect smile displaying perfect white teeth. Ben's heart nearly stopped.

And then the vision spoke.

"Hi, I'm Julia." Her voice had the merest hint of an accent.

"Umm, sorry, Ben." He stuttered, amazed that such a beauty would strike up a conversation with him.

"Is this your first time in Sao Paulo Ben?" she continued.

"First time in Brazil, Julia." He answered, regaining his composure a little.

"So you won't have any idea of the cool places to go, Sao Paolo is a big city, with lots of great clubs, restaurants, and bars. You need a guide I think."

"Are you volunteering Julia?" Ben asked, unable to believe how this was going.

"I might, let's see how we get on, it's a long flight, you might hate me by the time we land."

Ben couldn't imagine ever hating this Goddess, she seemed absolutely perfect, he just couldn't stop looking at her.

To Ben's right, the Latin beauty also wanted to talk to him, so he had to ignore Julia for a little while. This woman didn't speak such perfect English, but it was good enough, and she seemed to take quite a shine to him. She chatted happily to Ben about her trip to England, how much she liked the charming and polite Englishmen, how beautiful everywhere was, and as she made her points she couldn't seem to resist placing her left hand on Ben's upper leg, and as time went on, she was placing her hand higher and higher, presumably for increased emphasis, until, after about half an hour, her hand was actually partly on his cock.

Naturally, Ben started to grow erect, and instead of being horrified, Mariana seemed pleased, flattered, and started leaving her hand over his cock and massaging him as they talked. Ben was in heaven, he got completely lost in her dark sultry eyes as she got him more and more aroused.

"Are you enjoying my hand Ben?" She asked.

"I love your hand, it's getting me so excited." He answered honestly.

"That's good Ben, now, why don't you slip your hand between my legs and see how wet I am."

Ben couldn't believe his ears, but he didn't let that stop him investigating his own personal Amazonian Rain Forest, and forest she was, no Brazilian cut to Mariana's pubic hair, it was a luxuriant forest, with no garments impeding his exploration. Every part of her jungle was humid, hot and lush with undergrowth.

One of the gay male crew walked down the aisle towards Ben and Mariana purposefully, carrying a British Airways blanket.

"I think we need to preserve a little modesty, don't you?" he asked while placing the blanket over both their laps, "ooh, a sweet little one, that would be just the right size for my arse, let me know if you are interested."

The camp crew member continued fondling Ben's cock for a few moments before reluctantly moving away.

Mariana reached under the blanket and took hold of Ben's cock again.

"You're still hard, did you enjoy being groped by a man?" Mariana asked, teasing Ben.

"No, not at all!" Ben protested.

"It feels as if you did. Anyway, I need your hand between my legs again."

Ben sank his right hand between the legs of his horny Brazilian friend and began flicking her engorged clit, getting her very excited very quickly. Ben was struck by how big her clitoris was, he was sure that he'd never touched a bigger one, and for that matter, he'd never encountered a pussy which got so soaking wet.

After a short while she started to get even more excited, and she communicated that fact to Ben by squeezing his balls harder and harder, which, mercifully, didn't go on for very long as she quickly went over the edge into her orgasm.

Marianna was anything but discrete with her enjoyment, and most people around knew perfectly well what Ben had done for her. Julia, the gorgeous blonde to his left certainly knew, which made Ben feel a bit embarrassed.

"Your turn." Mariana announced, slipping her hand under the blanket and grasping Ben's small cock with a firm grip.

She didn't pump it, the way most women do, rather she squeezed and released in a slow but consistent rhythm. Ben found the technique very pleasurable indeed, especially when her other hand got a grip on his balls and started the same treatment there.

Mariana's technique was in fact so good that Ben was close to orgasm in about three minutes, and by four minutes he had reached the point of no return. His new lover closed her hand around the head catching all of his rather modest emission in her palm.

Once he finished ejaculating she pulled her hand out from under the blanket and proffered it to his mouth.

"You must swallow it, to preserve your energy." Mariana instructed, which Ben found puzzling, but he had little choice but to obey.

Her duty done, Mariana pulled the blanket off Ben's lap, arranged it over herself, and settled down to sleep. This caught Ben completely by surprise, and it was a few seconds before he realised that his shrinking winky was on full view.

Mariana's companions, to her right giggled, and Julia smiled to herself.

"Is that your first time in the Mile High Club?" Julia asked teasingly.

"Yes it was, sorry." Ben was embarrassed.

"No worries, you can't turn down an offer like that. So, where are you staying in Sao Paolo?"

"The Blue Tree in Morumbi, although I've no idea where that is." Ben was amazed that Julia was just carrying on a normal conversation after what she'd seen him do.

"That's near where I live in Campo Bello , we can share a taxi." Julia offered.

"Oh, that would be brilliant, I'm sure they would rip me off."

"You're right, they would."

With that settled, Julia turned away, closed her eyes and relaxed. As she dozed the image of Ben's semi erect cock popped into her mind. It made her smile inwardly, she thought it was sweet, it was so tiny. Julia liked small cocks, partly because she had always been a bit small herself, her pussy found big cocks painful, and partly because men with small cocks were generally faithful to any woman who wanted to have sex with them.

Of course she was intending to make Ben unfaithful to his wife, but from what George had told her, Ben wouldn't be too reluctant, and what just happened with the strange dark skinned woman rather confirmed it.

Many hours later the BA flight touched down smoothly at Guarulhos airport, and Julia guided Ben through the teeming chaos of that crazy airport. When they finally stepped outside near the taxi rank the heat hit Ben like a train. It was after midnight local time, and it was still unbelievably hot and humid.

They found a taxi and loaded their bags into the boot and climbed in to the ancient wreck of a car. The traffic was heavy moving away from the airport, and with no air conditioning, the car was very hot and reeked of the driver's sweat.

As they flew along the most terrifying motorway Ben had ever seen, the smell from the driver was completely over powered by a smell of sewerage.

"It's the Marginal," Julia explained, "all the sewers empty into it."

"Christ, it smells terrible!"

"True, but at least it's not too hot."

Ben thought Julia was out of her mind.

Julia dropped Ben at his hotel, and his impression of Brazil started to improve. The hotel was fabulous, very modern, beautiful and air conditioned. The girls on reception were all gorgeous and spoke nicely accented English.

His room was large, modern and had a fantastic view over the twinkling lights of Sao Paolo, one of the most populous cities in the world, and best of all the air conditioning was keeping the room deliciously cool. He stripped and stepped into the ultra modern shower, letting the warm water strip the grime of a long journey from his skin.

Ten minutes later he crashed out on the king sized bed, going quickly to sleep with an image of a naked Julia in his mind.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ben struggled out of a deep sleep, aware that someone was banging on his door. He staggered across the room, still half asleep, and swung the door wide. Julia was standing there in an incredibly short skirt, and a blouse that gaped at the top, advertising her fantastic breasts.

"I'm glad you are pleased to see me." Julia said, smiling and looking down at his crotch.

Ben looked down to see his morning erection sticking proudly out from his shorts.

"Oh Christ, sorry."

"No problem, I think it's cute, but we need to get going, so you need to shower."

"I don't understand, I thought the interpreter was picking me up?" Ben asked, trying to wake up.

"I am picking you up, I'm the interpreter."

"So you knew who I was on the plane?"

"Yup" Julia answered, still smiling.

Julia stepped forwards towards Ben, reached both her hands out and tugged down his shorts. Then in one swift movement she grabbed his balls in her right hand and squeezed.

"Go and shower, we're late."

"Right, yes, ok." Ben mumbled, then took off towards the shower.

Julia drove an Audi TT, it was almost brand new, and she drove it fast, weaving skilfully in and out of the traffic. Ben was terrified, he couldn't bear to look out of the windscreen, so he settled on looking at Julia's amazing legs instead.

"Are you wondering what colour my panties are?" She challenged.

"No, of course not." Ben denied, although he was wondering.

"Of course you are, you're a man. They're purple. And, what do you think, thong or granny knickers?"

"Thong, definitely."

"Well done, I'll let you see them later, but first we must work, we're here."

She threw the car in through the security gates which opened as she approached, but only just quickly enough. Ben was sure they were going to crash, but they didn't.

The office block was nearly as beautiful as the hotel, and equally well air conditioned. Ben and Julia were propelled skywards by the high speed, air conditioned lift. Ben was realising that Brazil was a country of huge contrasts, from the hotel and this office block, to the people he had seen begging by the roadside, and living in cardboard boxes.

They entered the large open plan office and all the staff rushed up to greet them. Everyone was friendly and enthusiastic, especially the girls who were all totally gorgeous. Not pretty like English girls but they all had bodies to die for.

Eventually a short, dark skinned man in his late fifties squeezed through the throng and shook Ben's hand.

"Hi Ben, I'm the CEO for Brazil, call me Antonio. Your office is over there in the corner, and I'm sure Julia will get you sorted with log ins etcetera. I'm afraid the accounts are a hell of a mess, so you'll be busy for a while, but once you get it sorted I'm sure the work won't be too arduous."

"Thanks Antonio," Ben replied, "hopefully I'll get it sorted in a few weeks and I can get out of your hair."

"I don't understand," Antonio replied, "George told me you were the permanent Senior Accountant?"

"Hey, Antonio," Julia butted in, "let Ben find his feet before he decides if he likes living here eh?"

"Of course, you are quite right as always Julia. Ben, why don't you go and start to get yourself settled, you've got plenty of time, so don't kill yourself."

Ben was a little unsettled by Antonio's remark, but he quickly put it out of his mind and started on the work. What he found out very quickly was that the accounts were in a complete mess, as Antonio had said, and it was immediately clear that it was going to take him weeks to sort them out. The second problem was that everything was in Portuguese.

"Julia, I need you." He called.

As she walked in from the main office, he was overwhelmed by how beautiful she was, and when she moved her chair next to him, with her leg touching his, and her hand on his upper thigh, he became very aroused. He had a small tent in his thin trousers, which Julia grasped firmly.

"Later, lover, we must work now."

Ben looked back at the computer screen thinking that maybe it would be good if it took him weeks, he really wanted to have sex with this goddess.

At two o'clock Ben asked Julia to give him a few minutes so he could phone his wife, and Julia duly slipped out of the office, with Ben's eyes following her undulating posterior until she closed the door.

Ben rang the home number from his mobile, but got no answer, which was odd as Katy always finished early on Fridays and should have been home by four thirty. Next he tried her mobile and got her just before the answer service kicked in.

"Hi Honey, where are you, I rang the home number?" Ben asked.

"I'm in Paris." Katy answered bluntly.

"What do you mean, you're in Paris?" Ben asked, puzzled and worried.

"Which bit don't you understand? George has brought me to Paris for a long weekend. We went shopping today and he spent thousands of euros on me, clothes, jewellery, lingerie and shoes. This evening we're going to the ballet, then a late supper."

"I see." Ben really did see, he saw that his marriage was probably over.

"Look Ben, let's face reality. I think we should view this forced separation as a break. Let's see if we are happier apart for a while." Katy felt less sure than she sounded, but she was enjoying George's money, and his love making technique with that huge hungry cock of his.

Ben didn't reply, he just put the phone down, stunned. His world had just fallen apart, his marriage was over. He knew that once Katy got used to George's money she would never come back to poor, small pricked Ben.

Julia swept back into the room.

"What did she say? You look very pale." She asked.

"She's in Paris with George. Our marriage is over." Ben answered, sounding very dejected.

"They'll be staying at the Georges Cinq. He always thinks it's funny to stay at a hotel with his name. He'll spend lots of money on her, and be very demanding sexually. He'll make sure he gets his money's worth."

"Is that what happened to you?"

"No, I told you, I haven't slept with George. I wasn't interested, so I turned him down, but I'm a close friend of one of his previous conquests."

"Oh, ok." Ben just sat staring at the door.

"Come on Ben, we have work to do. Tonight I promise I'll see if I can cheer you up." Julia offered, putting her arm around Ben's shoulder and kissing him on the cheek.

Ben buried himself in the work all afternoon, and Julia sat right next to him with her hand on his leg, and from time to time she fondled his balls. Five o'clock arrived very quickly.

"Ben, that's enough for this week, let's pack up and go."Julia said, continuously massaging Ben's erect cock through his trousers.

"If you keep doing that I'm going to cum in my trousers, you've got me so worked up."

"Good, that was the idea. Tonight we can just have a quiet dinner, and then you can take me to bed. Saturday night we go clubbing." Julia announced in a matter of fact manner.

"Crikey, you don't beat about the bush do you?"

"I have something to tell you. I know that you have a very small cock, more a Winky than a cock really. The thing is, I am also very small, that is my vagina is narrow and short, so if I get fucked by a guy of say seven inches, it hurts so much I get no pleasure. You are the perfect size for me, and I'll feel tight around your erect penis. You are also a nice size for my mouth, and I actually like the taste of a man's spunk, so you can expect frequent blow jobs, and, since you are so very small, I may even let you in my ass occasionally. What do you think, can we give it a go?"

"Wow, yes, definitely!"

"Good, let's get going."

The traffic was heavy getting back to Ben's hotel, but they got there at about six fifteen, and Julia went up to his room with him. In the lift she pushed him back against the wall and started to kiss him passionately whilst squeezing his balls and cock very hard.

Ben was so overwhelmed by Julia's onslaught that he put up no defence, he simply allowed her mouth to devour his, and did nothing to stop her mangling his balls in her hand.

The lift doors opened at his floor, and she pulled him out by his belt, and towed him to his hotel room door.

"Come on tiger, get the door open." She commanded.

Ben opened the door with shaking hands, turned on more than ever before.

"Ok lover, strip, let me see what I'm getting."

Ben stripped all his clothes off for Julia, feeling a little embarrassed, as she was still fully clothed, but his little cock stood at attention.

"Give me a twirl," Ben twirled, "very nice, nice body, nice cute arse, pretty cute winky. Off you go and shower while I raid the drinks cabinet that George is paying for."

Ben showered with cold water, but his erection didn't go away, so as he walked back into the bedroom to get his clothes his manhood preceded him.

"You'd better come over here, you can't go out to dinner like that."

As Ben reached where Julia was sitting she grabbed his balls and pulled him in close to her mouth. She resumed mangling them as her mouth gently enveloped his rigid pencil, and started licking and suckling. He lasted no more than two minutes before squirting all his seed straight into her welcoming mouth, her grip on his balls banishing any thoughts of withdrawal.

Julia removed her mouth from his penis and took a small sip of whisky to wash the sticky white ejaculate down her throat.

"Very tasty," was her verdict, "get dressed sexy, I'm starving."

Julia gave Ben a sharp swat on his exposed bum as he started to dress.

"I can't wait to put a few stripes on that." She commented.

Ben was shocked that she was suggesting she wanted to cane or whip his arse. In fact she was assuming that she would be disciplining him. In addition to being shocked he was very turned on by the idea.

The restaurant was a churrascaria, which Ben had never experienced before, although they do exist in the UK, especially London, where they are wrongly called rodizios. There was a big salad bar, plus rice, pasta, potato salad, and some dishes made with various types of bean.

Waiters walked around with skewers of various meats, and kept adding to the plates until Julia put up a sign to say they couldn't eat any more.

The couple drank plenty of Brazilian wine and finished with a couple of Pinga's which were a local firewater. Feeling very relaxed, Ben and Julia strolled back to the hotel and up to Ben's room. Ben was getting really horny again, so he was glad that Julia headed straight for the lifts, he was really looking forward to fucking her.




Office Politics Pt. 06



Once inside the room Julia stripped Ben hard and fast then threw him onto the bed on his back. She divested herself of her skimpy clothes, and climbed onto the bed and then on top of Ben, sinking down onto his hard mini-erection. It felt wonderful for both of them, Ben experienced the sensation of a tight vagina enveloping his erection, and Julia experienced being filled without any pain. They both smiled at each other, each understanding how the other felt.

"I'm going to ride this little winky to two or three orgasms. Don't you dare cum, you've already had one orgasm so hopefully you'll last. When I've ridden you enough, you can cum inside me, then I'm going to get on your face for more orgasms. Ok?"

"Very ok!"

"Good, I'm very high maintenance when it comes to sex."

"I'm in heaven," Ben announced, "you are the perfect woman for me."

"Yes," Julia agreed, "and you are my perfect man."

The sex went exactly according to plan, and both lovers ended satisfied, exhausted and very happy. They both fell asleep without showering, and slept a deep dream filled sleep.

In the morning Julia mounted Ben's priapic cock and rode him to two orgasms, before denying him release on the grounds that she needed him hard all day. He didn't argue.

They shopped all day, buying Ben a lot of clothes more suited to the climate of Brazil, and Julia a lot of clothes which were guaranteed to keep Ben permanently hard. They were both very happy with their purchases.

Getting changed in Ben's hotel room, Julia addressed Ben on the up coming clubbing evening.

"I need to warn you that the women are going to be all over you. They all dream of being whisked off to rich England by a charming Englishman. They will fondle you, grope you, kiss you, and care nothing for the fact that you are clearly with me. I'm fine with all that, but don't forget that you are with me, and I'm the one you're going to fuck later." Julia warned Ben firmly.

"Don't worry, my love, I'm very happy to be with you, I don't want some random Brazilian, but I must admit that a bit of groping sounds like fun, if you are Ok with it?" Ben queried, more than a bit turned on by what she had said.

The couple had a romantic dinner first, then went to a Canadian bar, where there was already some dancing, then after a few more drinks, they were off to Memphis.

The club was split into three areas, a bar with modern dance music playing, and couples and pairs of women dancing, a lounge with soft sofas and couples drinking and eating nibbles, and finally the largest room, which had a Brazilian rock band and lots of people dancing.

Ben and Julia stayed listening to the band, and dancing along with a throng of attractive people who's ages ranged from early twenties to late fifty's. There were a lot of couples, and lots of single women.

"Crikey Julia, I keep being groped by gorgeous women, it's making me so horny." Ben shouted into Julia's ear.

"Who's a lucky boy then?"

They eventually left the club at about two am and made the fairly short walk back to the hotel. In the lift Ben attacked Julia, and he actually managed to get his hard cock inside her pussy while she leaned against the wall of the lift. When the doors opened he dropped down out of her and ran for the door of his room with his little winky flapping about.

Once in the room Ben threw Julia onto the bed and dived on top of her without even undressing.

"Wow, you were really horny," Julia commented as she removed her clothes a few minutes later, "let me pop this little man in my mouth and get you hard for round two."

The second copulation was slower and more loving, and Ben managed to give Julia two lovely orgasms before ejaculating himself. They both fell very quickly asleep, satisfied and happy.

The next morning Ben woke up horny, and as he cuddled up to Julia, his hard little cock poked her bum, finding it's way between her arse cheeks.

"Morning lover, "Julia sighed, "I don't want to move yet, but if you can work your way into my arse, I won't scream."

Ben couldn't believe she had offered him her arse, but he wasn't going to give her a chance to change her mind. Luckily he had already stored a tube of lubricant in the bedside drawer, so he grabbed that and spread it on the head of his penis, before going back to probing her arse crack.

"You're going to have to help me with this darling, I don't know where you're bum hole is."

Julia reached around behind her back and grabbed his stiff cock. She placed him at the entrance to her rear passage.

"There you are, now push gently."

Ben pushed gently and met little resistance from her sphincter, which opened to allow him access to the warm velvety passage.

"Your arse feels fantastic Julia, I love it." Ben whispered into his lover's ear.

"Actually I admit that your cock feels quite nice in there, you can start fucking me now, but still be gentle."

Ben was having such fun, pushing in and out of her tight arse, that he didn't notice how close to orgasm he was getting.

"I'm going to cum baby, this feels so good." Ben whispered.

"That's Ok tiger, cum when you want to."

"That's now baby! I'm cumming!"

"Ooh, that feels so strange lover, ok but strange. Was it really good for you?"

"It was fantastic, I loved it, I adore your arse."

"Just my arse?"

"Your tits are pretty good too."

"Cheeky bastard!"

"Ha ha.."

"I'm going to shower now, then we can go to the beach, ok?"

Less than an hour later they were speeding down Immigrantes motorway on their way to Guarujá beach, about fifty minutes from Sao Paolo.

"This beach is fantastic, I totally love it," Ben sated as they headed towards a vacant spot on the gleaming yellow sand, "what are all those guys selling from their trays?" Ben asked.

"Camarao, or barbequed prawns to you, you should try some, they're delicious and really cheap." Julie replied.

Ben was gazing open mouthed at the girls parading around in tiny thong bikinis, although he was disappointed to note that they weren't following the European tradition of going topless. Nonetheless they looked incredible.

They both got settled on sun loungers, with an umbrella, a table, and a boy keen to get them anything they wanted. Both lovers relaxed and let the hot sun sizzle on their skin, drinking beers, eating camarao, and watching the human show.

"What are you thinking Ben, apart from how much you want to screw every girl who walks past?" Julia asked.

"I'm thinking that this job I'm doing may take quite a long time, I'm not thinking of rushing back to England, if that's Ok with you?" He asked, feeling pretty confidant of the answer.

"That would make me very happy Ben, I'm already falling in love with you."

"And I with you darling."

"So can I get Antonio to demand you stay permanently?" Julia asked, hoping for a yes.

"You can, and I must do something about a divorce."

"Don't worry, I'll organise a detective."

"Oh right, you don't hang about."

"I've been waiting a long time for Mr Right, now I've found you I want to keep you."

"Julia, tell me something, you seem to have a very good relationship with Antonio, how come?"

"Well I should do, he's my uncle."

"Oh, right, well that's excellent then. I'd better start learning Portuguese."

"Don't worry, I'll soon teach you all the important words."



Office Politics Pt. 07



Katy's Story

Katy was ready in less than an hour and stood by the door as excited as a young girl on her first school trip. She had followed George's orders and packed no underwear at all, no bras and no panties, and she was also not wearing either garment. Going on a foreign trip with no underwear was incredibly thrilling, it just felt so risqué.

Finally the doorbell rang.

George stood outside the front door looking relaxed and in charge. Behind him stood a female chauffeur dressed in a thin white blouse, and a tiny black skirt.

"Did you follow my instructions, no underwear?" George asked.

"Of course George, none on me, and none packed." Katy answered, feeling a tingle of excitement between her legs.

"Good, now take Clare here upstairs and show her where you keep all your underwear."

"Why?" Katy asked, puzzled.

"Just do it Katy, or I'll warm your arse with my leather belt." George replied in a voice which left no room for more questions.

Katy led the way upstairs and showed Clare the drawer for her bras, the drawer for her thongs, and the drawer for big knickers to wear under dresses and skirts. Clare produced a black bin bag and empted the contents of all three drawers into the bag. She didn't look at Katy and she didn't say anything, simply filling the bag and walking back down stairs, with Katy following meekly.

"Right," said George, "let's get going, the plane is waiting."

The driver moved the big car swiftly around the M25, leaving at junction 6 and driving east, past Oxted, through Wetherham, then turning left up the steep hill towards Biggin Hill Airport. All the way George's hand was resting between Katy's legs, with his little finger just touching her pussy, and from time to time he moved it slightly.

Katy got more and more aroused, and as she did, George slowly parted her lips and started to be in contact with her clitoris. Once he had clitoral contact, the sensations when he moved his finger were much stronger and he then started moving more and more often, until he was bringing Katy right up to the edge of an orgasm, but each time she reached the edge, he stopped moving his finger.

Every time Katy neared orgasm, she was more excited, and more desperate than the previous time. So she was devastated when the car swung in through the gates of the airport and George withdrew his hand.

The car breezed through the gates, straight past security and right up to the executive jet parked with several others next to a huge hangar. The chauffeuse opened George's door but ignored Katy, who had to open her own door, then walk all the way around the huge car to get to the plane, grabbing her overnight bag out of the open boot as she passed.

There was a light breeze and Katy's wet pussy felt cold and still aroused, with her juice trickling down the inside of her thighs. George had already settled himself in a seat by the window, with a large open space in front of it. Katy took the seat next to him and buckled her belt, having already hoisted her own bag into the overhead locker.

"Katy, there are a number of rules you must follow as my girlfriend. If you disobey a rule you will be punished, do you understand?" George asked as the small jet taxied towards the runway.

"Yes George, I'll do my best to obey the rules." Katy replied, excited in a role she had never played before, she had always been the dominant one.

This submissive Katy was aroused by the complete loss of control over her own destiny, and George's confidence in his control over his women was electrifying. She was even turned on by the fact that she was only one of his women, his girlfriend perhaps, but she knew he would never be faithful to her, he would just use her for his selfish pleasure.

The jet reached the end of the runway and turned to face down it's length, ready to take off.

"The first rule is that you must never wear underwear, and never means never. That's why Clare took all of your underwear to give to charity."

"Oh my God! Some of those undies were very expensive!"

"The second rule is never to question or criticise me. I will over look that outburst, but if you do it again I will punish you."

"Sorry George." Katy said, still grieving for her designer lingerie.

Suddenly the jet surged forward, accelerating down the bumpy runway at a terrifying pace, until it reached escape velocity and lifted it's nose and left the relative security of the tarmac. This plane wasn't like the Airbuses which Katy usually flew in, it shot skyward like a fighter jet, bumping and bouncing on the air pockets.

Katy was gripping the armrests with all her strength, but George had his hand between her legs again, gently playing with her pussy lips.

"The second rule is that you must never close your knees together, I must be able to get my clenched fist between your knees without touching either leg. Look at how our hostess Jenny is sitting as a guide. Obviously you can see her sex easily, and that's what I need you to learn. It'll be difficult at first, and no doubt I will have to punish you repeatedly, but I'm sure you'll get there in the end."

The aircraft slowed a little and began to level off and only a couple of minutes later the captain extinguished the seat belt sign.

"Right, time to play. Jenny, go and sit on the settee, legs spread wide, it's your lucky day. Katy come with me." George instructed, sounding a little excited, anticipating his game.

George led Katy over to the sofa which Jenny was sitting on, legs spread.

"On your knees, head between her legs and start licking." George commanded, pushing down on Katy's head.

"Jenny, grab her arms and hold them tight."

Katy really didn't want to lick the hostess's pussy, but she knew that she had no choice. She moved her face closer and closer to Jenny's bare pussy, starting to be repulsed by the odour of the girl's sex, which was already starting to glisten. Katy noticed a small tattoo, just above the girl's pubic mound, it read 'Property of George' so Jenny was George's slave.

Katy started to lick, long slow strokes up between the moistening lips. She had no idea what George was doing, although she knew he was behind her, then suddenly she felt his huge cock at the entrance to her defenceless anus, she tried to object but he pushed her head hard, crushing her face into the stinky pussy.

"Just keep licking." George instructed, pushing hard to get past her resisting sphincter.

The resistance was completely inadequate, George's large cock head popped into Katy's bum and he mercilessly drove forward, as far as he could go. Katy hated the feeling, it hurt like hell, and it felt as though she was having the biggest shit ever.

George started seriously fucking Katy's tight arse, enjoying the domination over her, plus the wonderful tight velvety feel of her virgin anus. Each thrust forward caused his balls to slap her clit, which was slightly arousing for Katy, but she knew she was never going to cum with that huge cock pounding in and out of her sore arse.

Finally, Jenny started to approach her climax, and as she repeatedly pulled Katy's face into her slithery pussy, George started to increase his force and speed, making Katy's anal rape even more painful.

"I'm near to my climax Master," Jenny announced, "please may I cum?"

"Yes slave, cum now, I'm just behind you, let's cum together!" George replied.

As Jenny started to spasm she wrapped her legs around the back of Katy's head and squeezed them in pulling Katy's face hard into her convulsing cunt. George let out a shout and Katy felt the first hot splash of his ejaculation land deep inside her bowels.

More splashes followed but Katy's main worry was that she couldn't breathe, no matter how hard she struggled Jenny had her face mashed into her climaxing sex, and Jenny's sex juice was being ingested into Katy's nose, and was dribbling into her mouth and trickling down her chin.

"Jenny," George called quietly, "she can't breathe, I don't want her dead on my plane.

"Sorry George, I was just enjoying it so much." Jenny apologised.

"Then she must carry on pleasing you. I'm spent for now, but I know you can have lot's more orgasms."

"Thank you so much!" Jenny exclaimed, clearly delighted with the treat.

"Carry on Katy, keep lapping until we get to Paris, I'm having some champagne, don't worry Jenny, I'll help myself."

Katy's heart sank, she couldn't believe that the had to keep licking this young girl's wet, smelly, slithery pussy all the way to Paris, but yet again, she had no choice.

The Georges Cinq was and is magnificent. Katy totally loved it, and despite her ordeal on the private jet, she was getting excited again about being in Paris with a very rich sexy man. She had always been dominant in her relationships, especially with small pricked Ben, and George was very much a dominant man, and obviously he was attempting to assert his authority over her.

The question she had to face in the long term was whether this was a lifestyle that she could enjoy. One thing was clear though, she had no wish to be with Ben again, it was a mistake marrying him, and she would be happy when the marriage was over and she could get on with her life.

When she saw their suite she decided that she didn't need to wait for the marriage to end, she would start having fun straight away.

"Are you cross about what I did to you on the plane?" George asked, curious but not repentant.

"Not at all, it was a bit of a shock, that's all." Katy answered defiantly.

"And having to lick Jenny for an hour?"

"Well, it passed the time, and although I got a crick in my neck, she was pretty, and it was a new experience."

"Good, then we can have some fun. Let's go out and eat, I'm starving."

"Shouldn't I change and shower?"

"You're fine as you are."

"Can I at least wash Jenny's arousal juice off my face?"

"No, you can't, let's go now, it's not a request."

George strode out of the door and Katy followed meekly. They walked for about ten minutes and then entered a really smart restaurant, with sharply dressed waiters, and a haughty maitre'd.

"Mr Myers, it's good to see you again sir, your usual table?" He asked, fawning.

"Yes please Henri, I like that table. This is Katy, she'll honour the usual arrangement if that's ok with you?"

"Of course sir, I'll select my best team for you, as always."

Katy wondered what the usual arrangement was, but she knew better than to ask. When they got to the table she saw that it was on a raised section of the restaurant, and she was seated facing out across the large room. Nearest to her were several large round tables with groups of men at them, and she realised they would all have a view up her skirt.

"Don't forget the legs apart rule, you need to put on a good show."

"I see, so is that the usual arrangement? Partly. Any of the men can give the waiters a big tip and request you do something for them in a private room at the back. The waiter will come to me with the request, and you will go to the room and perform. Some might want a blow job, some might want to fuck your pussy, some your arse, and some will do twos and threes. I'm afraid you won't get to eat much, and you will be sore everywhere, but you have no choice."

Katy felt physically sick, how could she have sex with all these men.

"Katy, I have to tell you something, I'm joking!"

"What?" Katy asked incredulously.

"You just have to display yourself, then the waiters get big tips, and we get fantastic service, ok?"

Katy was so relieved, but also angry.

"You bastard, I was really scared!"

"Ha ha..I know. But I'm willing to bet that you are just a little disappointed now you aren't going to be fucked by all those men, tell me the truth now." George smiled at Katy.

"OK, I admit it, I was excited as well as scared." Katy confessed, smiling back.

"Good, we are going to have a great time this weekend," George promised, "let's order, I'm definitely having the escargot."

George and Katy both ordered their meals, and George ordered champagne, and with only a short wait, they were sipping champagne and eating the hors d'ouevres.

"So," George started a new conversation, "the plan for tomorrow is that we go shopping to get you some really sexy clothes, some very expensive jewellery, some wonderful shoes, and, for a reason I'll explain in a minute, one set of beautiful lingerie including stockings. What do you think, does that sound like a nice day?"

"It sounds wonderful, thank you." Katy replied, grinning happily.

"I forgot to say that we will, of course, have a lovely lunch." George added.

"Oh, of course." Katy responded, feeling more happy every minute.

"Now, let me tell you the reason for the lingerie." George confided enigmatically.

"Oh yes, do tell." Katy encouraged.

"Well, I have organised a charity function which will be attended by about thirty very rich business men who I happen to know. There will first be a nice dinner, which we will be at, of course, followed by a charity auction. Ok so far?"

"Of course, what will you be auctioning?" Katy enquired, intrigued.

"Ok, so you and two slightly younger women will be on the stage, and the men will start to bid for your clothes. So they'll bid for your dress first, and the winner will get to join you on the stage, remove your dress and take it away with him. He then can't bid for any other clothing. Does that sound like fun?" George asked.

"Yes, but what happens once I'm naked?" Katy enquired, feeling really turned on at the idea of being slowly and expensively stripped in front of thirty rich men.

"You go and cavort around on a bed at the side of the stage, have fun, play with yourself, whatever, and the next girl gets stripped, followed by the final girl. We'll then have a break for every one to pee and get a drink, then we start on the serious action." George explained.

"Serious action, I like the sound of that, what happens?" Katy asked, dying to know.

"You go first again, and we auction a blow job from you, to take place on the bed in front of everybody else. While you perform on the lucky winner the next girl is auctioned and so on. Hopefully you'll make sure you've finished the blow job just before the third girl has auctioned her blow job, then we auction fucking your cunt, and round again, then all your arses. The grand finale is an auction with all three of you. What do you think, are you up for it?"

"Wow George, are you kidding? Of course I'm up for it, I'm creaming myself just thinking about it." Katy replied excitedly.

Just then the main courses arrived and all discussion of the following day was subsumed to the gastronomic pleasure of the excellent meal.

"Wow, I'm full," George announced at the end of the meal, "I hope I can still get it up."

"I hope so too," Katy responded, "you've made me so horny with your plans for tomorrow, I've never been auctioned before!"

George and Katy went back to the hotel, and George did get it up and made love to Katy, before they both collapsed into a deep contented sleep.

The next day they shopped in very expensive shops, and bought dresses, jewellery, shoes, and one set of lingerie. They had lunch in a very expensive restaurant, then went back to the hotel to get ready for the auction.

"Are you all set darling." George asked, calling Katy 'darling' for the first time.

"I'm ready, but very nervous." Katy replied.

"Well let's get on with it, I'm sure you'll love every moment once you get there." George reassured her.

At the auction Katy met the two girls who were also being auctioned. They were given a table together and they ate dinner chatting away about their backgrounds, their love lives, George, being auctioned for the first time. Both of the other girls were being paid by George to be auctioned but they both insisted that they weren't whores.

"Gentlemen," George announced, "the girls are ready and we are going to start with the beautiful Katy."

Katy walked nervously onto the stage, joining George front and centre.

"So first we are going to auction this beautiful summer dress. It was bought today at great personal expense to me, so I'm expecting some serious bids. The lucky winner not only gets the dress, but also the pleasure of removing it from Katy. I'm sure she won't object to a little groping in the spirit of charity." George announced to a ripple of laughter.

The bidding started and the price rose steadily, but ground to a halt at £750. George pronounced the dress sold, and the winner, a small balding man in his fifties, approached the stage.

He climbed the stairs at the side of the stage and walked over to Katy, who stood waiting patiently to be disrobed.

"Go ahead Paul, take off her dress, and have a good feel of her body." George instructed.

Paul started to lift Katy's dress over her head, but he was too short so she had to finish the job for him. He took the dress from her and dropped it to the floor and began groping her breasts, before rubbing his hand between her legs and then he dove his hand into the top of her thong and got his pudgy finger into her slippery vagina.

Everyone clapped as he walked back off the stage sniffing his finger. He left the dress on the floor where he had dropped it. It was a very expensive grope, but he could afford it.

The auction re-started, and Katy soon had to give up her bra to an ancient old man who tweaked her nipples so hard that she squealed. He also left his purchase on the floor as he left the stage.

Her thong attracted a lot more interest, and the bidding climbed higher and higher, as Katy gyrated her body around the stage. She was feeling really sexy, not degraded or humiliated, but worshipped, adored, appreciated. George was a very scary person, however, she found being with him such a turn on, he just pushed her to her limits and just a little bit beyond, which she was starting to love.

The final winner of her thong was a rather good looking man called John. He was probably just into his sixties, but still attractive and rather dignified. He approached Katy, and stood in front of her.

"Katy, you are a very beautiful woman, and I can assure you that I won't be leaving your knickers on the stage. George, do you think you might spare Katy occasionally, I would really love to make love to her, maybe take her away for the weekend?" John asked, sounding confidant that the answer would be yes.

"John, of course, no problem, just say when." George replied, sounding more obliging than usual.

"That's good," John responded, "and as to that business matter, I don't think we need to get other bids, I'm sure your quote is competitive, I'll send a contract over next week, perhaps Katy might be free the following weekend? We could go to Venice."

"That's great John, I'm sure Katy would love to go to Venice, wouldn't you Katy?" George asked, pimping her out for a multi million pound contract.

"I would be thrilled to go to Venice, thank you for inviting me John." Katy answered, getting even more excited.

John dropped to his knees, and put his head between her legs and breathed in her scent. He placed his hands on either side of her hips, gripped her thong, and gently pulled down. The panties slowly slipped down her thighs, the gusset caught slightly, then released and fell down with the rest of the sexy undergarment. Katy stepped out of the thong and John brought the garment to his nose and sniffed appreciatively, adoring the scent created by her arousal.

He placed the panties into his pocket and placed his hands on her bum cheeks, drawing her towards his face. Katy opened her legs a little, and John's tongue extended towards her clitoris. He gave a little lick and the effect on Katy was electric, and as he continued to flick her clitoris she got more and more excited, and the fact that she was close to cumming, on stage, in front of a group of horny men, turned her on even more, propelling her to a powerful orgasm, which John extended by continuing to lick her as she was cumming.




Office Politics Pt. 07



"Thank you John, that was lovely." Katy said, showing her appreciation.

"It really was my pleasure Katy, I'm so looking forward to Venice." John answered, giving her mound of venus a little goodbye kiss.

John got up and walked off the stage, carrying the trophy panties high in the air, which generated a round of catcalls and cheering.

Katy then had a break as the other girls auctioned their clothes, so she walked naked off the stage and went to sit with John and his friends, where she was made very welcome. A bottle of Moet was ordered immediately, and all the guys were extremely attentive.

The amorous men took turns sitting next to Katy, playing with her breasts, rubbing between her legs, getting her really excited, but each time she was close to orgasm, John would shout 'change' and she would be left hanging. Finally, when Katy was close to crying with frustration, the last girl sold her knickers, and the next stage of the auction was reached.

Katy went to see George and whispered in his ear.

"Gentlemen, we have a slight change to the plan," George announced over the p.a. system, "Katy has asked if both the first and second highest bidders could fuck her pussy, as she is feeling so horny and frustrated. I have agreed to her request, so the highest bidder will go first and the second highest will have sloppy seconds. So let's start the bidding."

The bidding soared very quickly, and Katy noticed that the bidders were all much younger than the previous ones, presumably because they were more confident of not letting themselves down by displaying a limp dick to an audience of friends and competitors.

After five or six minutes, with the bids into several thousand pounds, the bidding started to slow, and eventually stopped. Katy had her two lovers, and she was thrilled at how good looking and fit they looked.

The man who had made the highest bid strode confidently up onto the stage and proceeded to strip completely naked. The earlier winners hadn't stripped, but Katy could see why this guy wasn't worried about everyone seeing his entire body, he was seriously toned, and his cock hung large and heavy between his legs, and it was already starting to inflate.

Katy sat on the bed, swung her legs around and spread them to make herself fully available to her new stud. He approached the bed, lay on top of her between her legs, lifted her a little, behind her waist and positioned himself at her entrance. Katy reached between her legs, grabbed his fully hard monster cock, and directed him to her moist entrance.

"Fuck me baby, fuck me hard, long and fast." Katy instructed, and her new stud didn't disappoint.

He rammed in and out of her for at least ten minutes, giving her several ecstatic orgasms, before announcing that he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Go for it lover," she instructed, "fill me with your spunk."

He came in hot powerful spurts, jet after jet exploded inside her. Once he was finished he kissed her gently on the lips, slipped his cock out of her still quivering vagina, and walked back to his table.

His successor was climbing onto the bed even as her first stud was walking down the steps to get off the stage. Lover number two picked her up like a doll and flipped her onto her front. He pulled her up onto her knees so her cunt was fully available to his cock. He wasted no time, simply thrusting straight into her sloppy vagina, and then starting to pump her mercilessly, banging in and out as hard and as fast as he could.

Katy was already aroused so it only took a couple of minutes for her to be approaching orgasm again. She came hard under the onslaught of such a powerful lover, and as her orgasm subsided another developed, like big waves rolling onto a beach. After her third orgasm the stud decided she'd had enough. He pulled his cock out of her vagina, pulled her knees out from under her, so she was lying face down on the bed, and positioned his huge cock at her bum hole.

"I said I didn't want it there!" She complained.

"Tough shit, your cunt is too sloppy to make me cum, so your arse it has to be."

"Oh well, get on with it then, try not to be quite so rough." Katy instructed, knowing as she said it that she was wasting her breath.

"Christ you're hurting me, you bastard." Katy shrieked.

"Tough!" He shouted back, just as his orgasm exploded inside her abused anus.

The rough young man climbed off Katy and went towards the bathroom, presumably to wash his cock.

Katy just lay still for a few moments, then steeling herself, she got up and walked down the steps back to where George was sitting.

The whole audience suddenly started to clap her, many of them stood up, they were cheering, whistling and clapping.

Katy's arse hurt, there was cum dribbling down the backs of her legs from her bum, and down the inside of her legs from her vagina, but she felt so proud of herself.

"Can we go now please?" She asked George.

"Yes Katy, well done, you were magnificent."

"Can I put on some clothes?"

"No, I want you to stay naked for me."

"Ok. I assume you will want to fuck me when we get to the hotel?" She queried, knowing the answer already.

"I certainly will, including your arse." George confirmed her assumptions.

"No problem. Tomorrow, can we see Paris please?"

"Yes, and the next day, we can have a romantic couple of days." George assured her.

"That's good. Don't get me wrong, I've had an amazing time, even when that bastard raped my arse, I was still loving every second, it's just that I've never been to Paris before." She explained.

"You are a fantastic woman Katy," George told her, "I totally admire and adore you. Let's go.