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Office Gal

By: Silentman45



I do consulting work. It's my own private business I started a few years ago to make a few dollars on the side when I wasn't slaving away for office managers. Last year, I gave my two-week notice and never looked back. Business has been good. 

This work has me spending time in the customer's offices. I go over their books, keep my eyes open as to how they conduct their own business and make notes for my report to the owners. They hire me for as little as one day, or as much as a month. I give them the good news and bad, then we take it from there. 

Usually, the company that hires me, has me use an office of someone who was just let go. Many times, others will peak their head in the door and ask if I am so and so's replacement. I usually tell them the truth in that I am just temporary for a few days, Other times, I'll tell them I'm on probation and could be the next office manager. Most just smile at me as they back out of my temporary office digs.

Being assigned to an office and observing the staff and business are two different things, so I tend to move around the office and company a lot. Writing down notes, observing and maybe chatting to some of the workers comes all in a normal day for me.

This one assignment had a female office manager who looked like a brick house. She had the moves, the dress, the makeup, everything except for one problem: She was a bitch! And a bad one at that. Oh, she would cozy up to the bosses alright when they were around, but if you had the unfortunate luck of working directly for her, life was terrible. 

I could see this in the office staff she controlled. She would skirt the fine line of harassment in front of others and make them all, male and female workers alike, feel bad. She had a long memory and would use their past mistakes to prove her point as if an iron fist was part of her jewelry. This one girl, just a cute thing out of high school, was nearly brought to tears by this monster while I was in the room. She ran a tight ship and controlled everyone. I think if it were not for the efficiency of that department, the bosses would have let her go along time ago.

After observing her, she started to get a little nervous, but defiant. You see, I wasn't working for her, just the bosses, and she knew it but was powerless to do anything. I found out that some of the office workers had put some complaints in about her and the bosses brought me in to get some concrete mistakes she was making. Her days were probably numbered.

I thought then that maybe I could use all of this to my advantage to take the pressure off each office worker there and maybe even change her attitude and let her keep her job.

I would just have to focus on her. (Be careful what you ask for.......)

It didn't take long for her to move in my direction and start to feel me out. I knew exactly what she wanted but I wasn't going to make it easy for her. 

It started with the morning coffee in the company lunch area. Up until now, she had always kept her distance from me and stayed away. That was fine with me. We were introduced to each other on my first day there, but otherwise, we both gave each other lots of space.

Anyway, I was just standing at the coffee machine, filling up my favorite mug of Java when what do I hear? "How's it going?" I turned and looked and there she was. I started at the top of her auburn hair and slowly worked my eyes down. Everything was perfect. Hair, makeup, eyes were all excellent. Her black dress and gold jewelry were an excellent match as well. I slowly moved my eyes up and let them linger at her breasts (wondering what her nipples looked like) and then back up to her eyes. 

I was going to have to be really good to pull this off. I'll have to use all my creative skills to tame her and let her keep her job, ease the pressure off of all the office workers and....get her to want to give me the fuck of the year.

I looked right into her eyes and said "Things are going well for me. Your name was Joan, right?" "That's right. I wanted some coffee too and thought maybe we could sit down and chat about what you're up to in my department." What a smile she had when she said that. She was direct, I'll give her that.

"Sure. Let's go to my office and we can chat." I led the way. This is when I start to get paid, I thought to myself. The office the bosses let me use was very nice. It was better than Joan's by far. The whole office environment just oozed of success. 

I told her to sit down in the chair on the side of the desk while I sat at the desk. I wanted her as close as possible to watch her body and facial expressions when I would be candid with her. I took a good long sip of coffee, put it down and asked her "Ok. I'm all ears."

She started to explain that she thought she knew why I was there and that it had to do with her. "Hmmm...could be, but then I'm not willing to talk about it just now. It's still early morning and I haven't had my coffee yet, but maybe later" I said. It seemed like a good idea for her to back out and come back in the afternoon. I thought it was a good idea too and watched her walk out. 

I picked up the phone and called my friend Mat. He and I go way back to elementary school. He also has his own business and we get together now and then, especially when either one of us needs help. I needed his help now. 

Funny thing about Mat and I. We have always shared our women when we were single. Never when we were married, but we're both divorced now and for the most part, doing well.

Mat was just hanging around his condo when I called. He told me I always had good timing and what could he do for me? I said I needed him to spend a few days with me at the office to hang around, look busy and have some fun. He said that he could put one of his business suits on and that he would be right over and that I better have a female problem that he could help me fix. I just laughed and said be over at about seven in the evening at my place. He said he'd see me then.

Mat loves women more than I do. About the only thing he likes more than being around women is having sex with them. I feel the same way but Mat is multi-orgasmic. With me, I need a rest in-between. With Mat, he just keeps going, over and over.

I sipped on my coffee and decided to take a walk around the plant. You have to walk down a hallway before you come to where Joan and her staff work. With a convention going on, many were gone for the week. That was fine with me. With my office located at the end of the hallway and the remaining bosses in another section, this could be fun.

I kept myself busy all morning. Company books to go over and reports to be made. I do my own typing so my own security it good. Nobody sees anything until I publish it. The office had a deli-Friday an noon. Joan ordered in deli items on a tray so that everyone could help themselves. 

Joan came up to me and asked if we're going to pick up where we left off this morning. I tell her yes, but I would rather talk at my place after work where we could relax. She thought that would be fine and I gave her my address and told her to come over about seven.

I was just putting the finishing touches to my latest report (two so far) on my home computer when I heard Mat at the door. I got up and true to form, he was dressed to kill. Mat always loved good clothes and enjoyed wearing them. He said it gave him an edge with the women. "Just one thing, where is she at?"

We both kind of grinned at each other and I asked him if he wanted to know the history about her. He told me no and that he will find out about her sooner or later.

Mat smiled and told me it's been a while since we helped each other out. We used to do this all the time but now, its just a once in a while thing. I told him it has been too long and I asked him if he were up for this. He just smiled and said it will be just like old times.

Joan came to the door and I let her in, with her not expecting anyone else but me in the room. She looked at Mat and I watched, as she was unprepared for him. Mat was all gentleman and proper like. He stood up, walked over to her, and shook her hand while I introduced them to each other. I explained to Joan that Mat was a good friend of mine that I had known for many years and helps me in my consulting business now and then. 

She smiled back and I had her sit down on the couch and asked Mat to also sit down on the couch. I sat down in one of the two other chairs facing the couch. These are large single person lounging chairs that are next to each other and make for good relaxing. 

I know when women are attracted to men and Joan was a textbook case with Mat. She was turned on and nervous at the same time. She had on a loose top with short pants on and sandals. I offered them both a drink and gave Mat and Joan each a red wine.

I explained to Joan that Mat was going to give me some advice on how to handle this problem with her. Joan opened her eyes wide and said that she didn't know she was a problem. 

"Oh, come on Joan. I watched how you treat the office staff and cut them down. People have had it and the bosses are doing something about it with me. I'm here to give them all the news, good and bad, about what's right about their business and what's wrong. It's a report I haven't written yet, but I have lots of notes. I don't want to see you loose your job, but you're coming to the end of the road. People have quit because of you. This company won't stand for your games, especially in this economy."

I have to give Joan credit; she was handling it well. She and I both knew that with the skills she had with no degree, it would be a while before she could work her way back to where she is now. 

She said "I see the light now and I'm very willing to change your mind before you write the actual report." 

She looked at Mat and asked him if he had any pull with me and could he help change my mind? Mat looked back at her and said "sure, we've been buds for years. But," he said, "what's in it for me?"

Joan took the cue and started to unbutton her top. She unbuttoned each button very slowly to her waist. Her white bra started showing as she moved down. She looked at Mat and asked him to lock the door. Mat smiled and got up. Now, I see he is turned on since there is a massive tent in front of his trousers. Mat locks the door and turns around just in time to see Joan stand up and let her top fall. 

I leaned back in the chair to watch. Joan was turned on to Mat when he came back and now he has the same feelings for her. She reached back and unhooked her bra and also let it fall. Wow. Joan is a large breasted woman and I can see her nipples are just begging to be sucked on.

Mat walks right up to her, smiles, cups her breasts in his hands and tells her she has a great set. She thanks him and reaches out and starts stroking his hard-on. She asks him "is this for me?" He tells her that he thinks she should kneel down for a better look. Joan does this and starts to remove his pants. 

Watching this is turning me on. I now have a hard-on and I'm watching my friend tame this problem manager who is now topless and is only wearing short pants, panties and sandals.

Mat takes his shirt off while Joan unhooks his pants. She then starts on his shoes and socks, which she also removes. His pants are poking out, almost hitting her face. She reaches up and unzips his pants and lets them fall. Joan freezes. Mat has the largest cock of any man I have ever seen, probably larger than Joan has ever seen too.

She just looks at it and breathes heavy. Joan has her work cut out for her. Helping Mat step out of his pants makes her wet her lips. Mat then walks over to the chair next to me and sits down. He then tells her that he wants her naked before she works on him. Joan doesn't waste any time in taking off her sandals, short pants and panties. Her auburn hair, large breasts and shaved wet pussy are just too much for me as I unhook and unzip my pants to give my cock more room to grow.

Joan kneels down in front of Mat and starts to give his monster cock the tongue bath of the year. She is on all fours and not using her hands, just her mouth. The lamp on the table in-between the chairs Mat and I are sitting in provides excellent light for us to watch his cock slide in and out of her moist red lips. Joan starts getting into this and I watch her large breasts sway back and forth while her mouth moves slowly up and down his shaft.

Having my pants open is not enough for me as I stand up and start to strip. In no time I am naked with my cock pointing up. It's hard now and I need relief. Moving behind Joan, I reach down and open her legs up. There's still plenty of light in the room to enjoy the view of her cute asshole and pussy. Joan is completely hairless below her eyelashes. Women with bald wet pussies are such a turn-on anyway.

With her legs open, I start to feel my way around between her legs. Joan is just starting to moan now as I look up to see a pleasure face on Mat. She is way turned on now at the thought of pulling this train as I feel her wetness. One by one, she opens her pussy wide for my fingers, letting each of them probe her inner excitement. After I allow my fingers to play inside her, I try two each at a time, probing and violating her peace.

I reach over to the coffee table drawer and get out the pack of rubbers. I put one on and place my cock up to her wetness and slowly push in. Oh, soo nice. As soon as I am all the way in with her moaning, I raise my hand up and bring it down hard on Joan's lilly white ass.

"Smack" is the sound we all hear as Joan keeps moaning and sucking on Mat. I then rub her nicely to ease the pain and take a few more strokes inside her until I raise my other hand and let it come down with another "Smack" and rub this in too.

I think this is doing positive things to Joan's attitude since now she is telling me to keep fucking her. While I am happy to continue, Joan starts moving her ass back to me every way you could imagine. Raising, lowering, side to side, back and forth and all combinations in-between. 

I could have continued like this but Mat said he wanted some of this action. I told him sure and laid down on my back. Joan must have had other ideas for his cock since she climbed on top of me and put my cock back in its place and continuing where we left off.

With me on my back and Joan on top of me, she looked back at him and told him to be careful. With that, Mat reached over for the rubbers, put one on, grabbed the liquid KY out of the coffee table, lubed his cock up and placed it at her back door. I could feel Joan tensing up as her pussy grabbed my cock and held me there. 

Mat only had two words to say as he slipped that monster cock inside her. "Oh yea...." Joan had only one word to say. "More...." she moaned. 

We all got into a rhythm. Joan had a way of moving around that kept us all happy. I think it was all a mater of chemistry that we all fucked the way we did for as long as we did. Mat was able to fit all of his cock inside her as I did the same. She rubbed her breasts all over my face and let me suck, bite, lick and kiss them over and over. 

The time had come for Mat and I to unload. Joan did just that over and over with Mat and I inside her. Now, she was about to get our cum too. We told her we were about there when she said she wants us both standing and to pour it all over her face. Mat climbed off and so did Joan. Mat and I took our rubbers off while Joan kneeled in front of us, squeezing our balls and licking her lips.

She moved her lips from one cock to the other, making hard sucking sounds then moving to the other and sucking just as hard. Her hands kept busy as she firmly squeezed our balls, enjoying the sounds Mat and I were making. I would say we all were enjoying our moaning sounds together.

Joan let go of our balls and started stroking our cocks. It was all I could to hold off as long as I could. I would say Mat was close too as he was also starting to shake. Between the stroking of our cocks and sucking hard on them one at a time, Joan got what she was asking for.

Like two white rivers of cum from two purple hard-on cocks, we gave Joan her cum bath. Wave after wave hit both sides and in front of her face. She kept pumping and squeezing us while we rewarded her with spurt after spurt of hot cum facial cream. When Mat and I started to slow down, Joan started sucking. She was milking us for all she could get and all Mat and I could do is watch our cum roll off her face and breasts, down to her pussy. She traded cocks she had in her mouth, one after the other, sucking on one while milking the other. Joan then proceeded to give us a tongue bath we both would not forget. After we all came to our senses, we all moved to the shower and washed ourselves. I didn't think I had it in me, but while in the shower, Joan gave us each another blowjob and got another cum mouthful from me and another from Mat. We all dried off and dressed. 

It was past eleven by now and Joan and I each had to be at work in the morning. Mat said that he didn't think she had learned her lesson and that maybe, we should do this again tomorrow. Joan agreed and even suggested that she could bring her girl friend over since she too, is oversexed. Hmmm...

What do you think? Should I continue with this and have another party.....??

Office Games



"Sarah could you come into my office and take dictation" asked Bruce. 

"I'll take it anywhere you want," replied Sarah playfully. Bruce put the phone down and sat back awaiting Sarah's arrival. Sarah had been Bruce's secretary for over five years, and he had become used to her teasing. However, he had always wondered what she would be like as a lover. Their relationship had always been friendly, but professional, in spite of Sarah's love for short skirts. Over time, Bruce had seen most of her legs without actually catching a glimpse of her underwear, in spite of his best efforts. Sarah opened the door and marched into the office. “Where would you like me?" she asked. Bruce motioned to the chair opposite him, and Sarah sat down. As she settled into her chair, Bruce completed his usual appraisal of her appearance. White vee necked semi transparent blouse, and neat white bra. He wondered if he was imagining the two dark rings on the bra where the peak of each breast pushed at the soft white fabric. Her classic black and white checked skirt was shorter than normal, allowing him a good view of her upper thighs. She tapped her pencil onto her note pad, her signal that she was ready for him.

Bruce always had difficulty switching from observing, to dictating, and today was no different. The view of Sarah's thighs was distracting, and he was having problems disguising it. He started to talk easing his embarrassment, as Sarah began to write her eyes were busy looking at her work, and she couldn't see Bruce gazing intensely at her thighs. The dictation began to flow, and considering his concentration was elsewhere Bruce was doing well. Sarah shifted her position slightly to her left, and crossed her legs. Bruce now had almost a full view of the outside upper thigh of Sarah's right leg. A dark band had appeared at the point at which her skirt was in contact with the chair, and at its shortest. She was wearing stockings! Bruce's voice broke for a moment as his emotions responded to this information. Sarah reacted to Bruce's change in tone, she caught him gazing at her upper thigh and she appeared to approve, taking no action to reduce the exposure. Bruce continued with his dictation. Sarah slid down slightly in her seat and uncrossed her legs. As she did so, Bruce got an unobstructed view of her inner upper thighs. A view which he found intoxicating, and fed into his feverish imagination. He wondered how he might get her to open her legs slightly, so that his view might extend to the top of her stockings, or even beyond.

As if Sarah was reading his thoughts, she lifted her pad slightly allowing a clearer view of her inner thighs. Bruce could now clearly see the top of Sarah's stockings. He strained his eyes, drinking in the sight of her milky white thighs. He wasn't sure if Sarah could see him looking, but he had now gone too far to care. His dictation again stumbled, and Sarah looked up catching his line of sight. Again she took no action other that to look down at her pad, allowing him to continue to feast his eyes. She adjusted her seating position slightly, and her skirt rode up a fraction. He could now see a pale outline of her uppermost inner thigh, and she appeared to be positioning herself to allow it. She was playing with him!

His dictation slowed, again Sarah looked up, again she took no corrective action. Instead she lay back slightly in her chair, and slowly opened her legs. Bruce's eyes slowly acclimatised to the light levels at the top of Sarah's inner thighs, and was rewarded with a view that he had thought that he would never see. Instead of seeing the white silky underwear he'd imagined so many times, Bruce had a clear view of Sarah's shaven vagina! The outer lips running down to where her bottom squeezed them together. 

"Do you like what you see?" asked Sarah. Bruce blushed, but didn't look up. He was completely captivated by her display. She put down her pad, and lay back a little more in her seat, opening her legs a little further. Bruce could now see her vagina very clearly, her outer lips swollen with a trickle of juice evident towards her bottom. She reached beneath her skirt with her left hand and eased her finger lightly across her outer lips, opening them. The response was almost immediate, Bruce could now see Sarah's inner vaginal lips, and the clitoris hood. Her vagina open, and juice was flowing down from the inner lips onto the outer lips and down to her bottom. Bruce began to stand up, but was ordered by Sarah to stay where he was. She continued her exhibition, sliding a finger around her outer lips, onto her inner lips and beyond. She closed her eyes, and eased her finger into her vagina, teasing her clitoris with her thumb. Bruce had never seen such an erotic sight, and the pain in his loins was intense. However, he would have died rather than disturb what was going on in front of him. Sarah began to moan gently and Bruce knew that she was about to come. As she orgasmed, Bruce could see deep into her and wished that he could capture every ounce of her cum with his tongue. She removed her sticky fingers from her vagina and eased them up to her mouth, and carefully and slowly licked them clean. 

She stood up from her chair, and for a second Bruce panicked, thinking that her display was over. However she walked around his desk towards him, and stood in front of him. Bruce was intensely aroused and held out his hands to touch her, but she moved his hands away. Sarah then unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to reveal a pretty white half cup bra, and perfect milky white breasts, the dark aureole around her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Using her hand she eased, first her left breast, then the right, out of their cups onto display. Her dark nipples were hard and protruding as she cupped each one in her hand. She played with each nipple in turn, using her finger and thumb, and they responded by growing even longer and ever more firm. Again she closed her eyes, and began to moan gently, in a few seconds her body shuddered a little as, again, she came. She then walked in front of Bruce, her vagina no more that inches away from his face, but covered from his gaze by her skirt. The air was heavy with the smell of her sex. Bruce could hardly contain himself from grabbing out at her, and exploring her for himself, but he was afraid of her reaction so he remained motionless, and completely transfixed by her. Sarah turned and slowly climbed onto Bruce's desk, kneeling with her bottom and vagina barely covered by her short skirt. She slowly leant forward onto her hands and her skirt rode up, first above her stockings, and then above her vagina and anus, which by now was covered with her delicious cum. Sarah rested her head on his desk stretching the cheeks of her bottom and exposing her cunt lips and anus.

"Lick me!" she demanded, Bruce was delighted to oblige. He grabbed her thighs roughly and pulled her towards his greedy tongue. She came almost immediately that Bruce entered her, and his tongue probed deeper and deeper into her to until all her juices were captured.

"Open my cunt and anus wide, I want you to see deep inside me" Sarah moaned. Bruce slid both hands up to Sarah's vagina and anus, and held her open. He just looked at her for several seconds, and described to her the beauty of the view in front of him. Eventually he took her clitoris between his lips and gently played with it, before again exploring her with his tongue. Sarah shifted with the initial sensation, but then pushed against him forcing him deeper into her. Finally she came in an explosive orgasm covering his face with her cum. Bruce was now desperate for Sarah's attention in his loins, and felt brave enough to risk all. 

Bruce eased Sarah gently off the desk and she turned to face him. "I want you, I want to fuck you," said Bruce. "Then you must command me" replied Sarah. Bruce didn't quite understand, but he was beginning to relax enough to make demands of her.. "Unzip me" he said, and Sarah immediately responded. His fly undone, she then looked him squarely in the eye, and stopped. Bruce groaned! "Take my penis out, please" Bruce pleaded. "No, you must order me," replied Sarah with clear eye contact. Bruce's frustration began to show. "Take my penis out you bitch," he snapped. Sarah immediately complied, and held his rock hard organ in her hands. Bruce waited a short time for Sarah to begin proceedings, but in vain. "Sarah, what are you doing," he gasped. "Whatever you command me to," she replied. Bruce's frustration again boiled over, in a flash of temper. "Suck me, you fucking bitch," he screamed. She dropped slowly and sensuously to her knees, and began to tease his throbbing organ with her tongue. Slowly, but deliberately licking him from the base of his straining member to the very sensitive tip. She then opened her mouth and slowly slid him into her. He could hardly believe what he could see, her blouse was still opened allowing him a full view of her breasts, and she was sliding him into her mouth. The sensations emanating from his manhood, coupled with the view were causing wave after wave of desire. "Suck me deeper," he sighed, but Sarah continued to suck gently. "Suck me hard, you bitch," he rasped. Immediately, Sarah forced him deeper into her mouth. "Harder, harder," said Bruce. He could now see only a small fraction of his organ, the rest was deep inside Sarah's mouth and throat. He could feel the tightness of her throat gripping him hard, causing both, intense pleasure and pain. However, he had no intention of allowing this situation to end prematurely. He lay back and allowed Sarah to work hungrily on his manhood wondering how she could accommodate him fully in her mouth. She appeared to be showing him that she could, by easing him almost out of her mouth and then slowly but relentlessly back in until her lips were at the base of his member, at which point he was almost passing out from the sensations induced. After a little while, Sarah withdrew and looked up at him. Her manner suggested that she awaited new instructions.

"Sit on the desk, and open your legs," Bruce ordered. Sarah immediately complied. Bruce gazed at her vagina, wide open for him. "I'm going to fuck you,"

"No, you must command me," said Sarah. Bruce's frustration again boiled over. "Fuck me you fucking bitch," he snapped. Sarah pulled him towards her and took him into her hands. She eased the tip of his penis into her vagina, sliding him between her inner and outer lips. She eased him repeatedly from her clitoris across her vaginal opening and then back to her clitoris. "You must lie on the desk" she said. Bruce groaned but eased away from her. Sarah stood up, and Bruce swept the desk clear with one frustrated sweep of his right hand, ignoring the sounds as the various pieces of desk furniture scattered across the office floor. He sat on his desk and then lay down. "Fuck me you frustrating little bitch," he ordered. Sarah climbed onto the desk and stood over him. He looked up her long legs beyond her stockings to her perfectly shaped bottom, and vagina. Her vagina and anus were covered in her juices from their extended foreplay. However, he could see that she was now intensely aroused. Her vaginal lips were swollen, and a copious new flow of juices was flowing from within. Bruce wondered what was the key to Sarah's arousal, and his mind wandered as he lay there expecting her to accommodate him. However, Sarah simply stood there. Bruce awoke from his daydream in frustration, looked up at the vision in front of him, and said. "Sarah, I want you to sit down and slide my dick into your cunt, and I want you to fuck me until you come."

"You must command me," said Sarah.

"Sarah you fucking bitch, fuck me! and don't stop until you come." Sarah energised rapidly and knelt down facing Bruce, she then took him into her hands and eased him into her. The sensation of entering her caused Bruce to exclaim. "Fuck me hard." Sarah responded immediately and began to rise and fall fully onto Bruce, his penis fully exploring the depths of her vagina. "Harder," Again Sarah responded, moving faster and more forcefully in her motions. "Harder you bitch," Bruce exclaimed. Sarah began to moan, and tossed her head back. She began to squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Sarah seemed to increase the force of her movements with every cycle, trapping Bruce between the depths of her vagina, and his desk. The sensation in Bruce's erection, as Sarah's increasingly violent movement sent him deeper and deeper into her, was intense. He almost orgasmed, but as he observed Sarah becoming more and more excited, he regained control, and began to 'play her game.'

"Fuck me harder you bitch. I said fuck me." Sarah groaned, a combination of pain and extreme pleasure, as her orgasm began. She screamed as the orgasm intensified, and eventually collapsed onto Bruce as her body could take no more. She lay there, and they both remained motionless as Sarah's vagina repeatedly convulsed, noisily onto Bruce's penis. The only sounds were their heavy breaths as they gasped oxygen to allow their bodies to recover, and the sound of her juices extruding onto Bruce. Bruce was again close to orgasm, but he lay there imagining the sight of Sarah's cum on him, and how sweet she would taste. They lay there for a little while, until Sarah had recovered. She then climbed down from the desk, and stood beside him. "You must come now," she said. And took him into both hands. Bruce took hold of Sarah and pulled her close to his face. He could almost taste her, but he needed to get her to him. She responded willingly, and positioned herself so that he could lift her short skirt and 'drink from her.' As he enjoyed her, she masturbated him harder and harder responding to his moans of pleasure, until finally he exploded in orgasm, and unloaded his juice. He seemed to come forever, and Sarah's face and hair were covered in cum. He held her close to him as she 'milked' the last drops from his exhausted member.

As Bruce awakened, he noticed the unfamiliar dampness around his loins. He showered, and cleaned himself up, reflecting on how good it was to wake up knowing he'd enjoyed himself during the night. Even if he had no recollection of what it was that had encouraged his unusually wet nocturnal event.. As he entered his office for his days work he pressed his call button and said. "Sarah could you come into my office and take dictation?"

"I'll take it anywhere you want," replied Sarah playfully. Bruce shuddered, as if a spirit had entered the room, he put the phone down and sat back awaiting Sarah's arrival.



Office Games



I've been watching her for days and I don't know why. What was it she had that made my colleague, Fran, employ her? She was average looking at best and her figure was nothing special, not that you could really see that much of it as she kept it covered up at all times. Her fashion sense at times seemed frumpy and old for a younger woman. Her name was Claire and I'd say about twenty years my junior. Fran regularly shouted at her across the office floor and from what I have seen and heard lately the timid shy girl was forever getting a stern talking down to. I'm sure half the time the young woman didn't deserve the abuse. Other times though, the two of them seemed too close to have a strictly professional relationship. I've often wondered what it was they had between them. 

Claire was now scurrying around the office floor, flitting from one desk to another and from one filing cabinet to the next. God, she's starting to bug the life out of me. I was brought out of my reverie by the phone ringing. A long call from overseas, my sister to be exact. After about thirty minutes of countless questions and comments about my love life, her love life or lack of, I managed to end our conversation by promising to call her over the weekend.

The door to my office was slightly ajar and all of a sudden I heard Fran bellow. "Claire... my office NOW!" I lifted my head and looked out of the window of my office that overlooks the rest of the department layout, including Fran's office. My eyes scoured the expanse room. Claire was nowhere to be seen. My colleague is a bossy bitch of a woman and if things didn't go her way, you were in deep shit! 

The lift to the floor opened and Claire casually walked towards the larger filing cabinets. I look over to Fran's office and she's hovering with intent. Why does she have the largest office? Her office consists of two rooms and I've only been in there once or twice. When you walk in, there is another door about ten feet ahead of you with a large, round lock on it. I have no idea what is in that room, but it's more than likely an oversized cupboard or something. 

Claire was under the watchful gaze of her employer who stood there dominantly in the doorway with her long blonde hair tightly wrapped into an elegant style on her head. Her dark rimmed glasses sit proudly on her perfect nose giving her a slight edge to her delicately featured face. My eyes meet the 'power' suit. She must have about six of these in an array of colours. She never wears the same coloured suit two days running. Today's ensemble comprised of a deep burgundy jacket, fastened with only one button in the middle. Underneath that, a silk, low cut camisole top in a contrasting ivory colour covers her breasts that are encased in a deep burgundy bra. Shit, am I looking that closely at her? 

My eyes lower to her skirt. A straight design, that sits just above her knees. On the right of her skirt, a slit reveals a firm thigh. Her legs are toned and tanned. They are incredibly sexy and secretly I would love to see them in a pair of black lace top stockings! After that fleeting sexy thought my eyes dropped to her shoes. They matched the colour perfectly with the suit and sported a three-inch heel. 

As I edge my stare back up her lean body I capture her eyes on mine. Shit, how long had she been looking? Her look at first was quite severe but then she smiled and her soft features glowed. I blushed and smiled bashfully then broke the stare between us. I nervously toyed with the mouse of my computer, dislodging the cascading waterfall screensaver. I fought with myself to resist the temptation of looking out of the window although my resistance was short lived as I heard Fran's voice again. "Where have you been Claire? I called you a while ago." 

I stared at the hesitant younger woman. "I... I was downstairs Miss, photocopying. It took longer than I thought."

My gaze continually flitted between the two of them. "Didn't I tell you that all that had to be done first thing this morning? I have deadlines to meet young lady." She scowled at her apprehensive employee. 

"I'm sorry Miss. Katie was in the photocopying room with some others and I had to wait."

" Oh really, we'll see about that." I saw Fran turn on her heels and knew I was in for it as it was my secretary that held Claire up downstairs. She thudded towards me and loudly knocked on my door and stepped right up to my desk, towering above me. "If you spent more time keeping an eye on Katie than eyeing me up, then my secretary would get my work done!" I didn't even have time to answer as she stormed out and slammed the door. Her perfume lingered in my office, an intoxicating floral fragrance with an oriental twist. 

I watched her wiggle that arse as she strode across the floor to her office with Claire following close behind. Her office door then slammed, causing my window to rattle and the door to shake. At this point I really should have turned away, but the curiousness in me about these two women was on a high level, and god was I intrigued. I looked sheepishly between the blinds at my window. 

The two of them were standing opposite each other. Claire had her head lowered slightly and Fran began to circle her young assistant. Fran was talking but I couldn't see if Claire was answering her back or not. Fran then returned to the front of Claire. This time the gap between them was smaller than before and Fran brought her finger up to the side of the young woman's cheek. It appeared she was tracing her finger from the side of the eye, down her cheek and along the jaw line. Fran spoke again and within a second Claire appeared to drop to the floor. I looked at Fran, who again caught me staring. She pointed at me with something and immediately all the blinds in her office fell at once.

I swallowed hard as warmth spread through my body, particularly around my pussy. Did I just see right, Claire dropping to the floor? The more I thought about what she could have been doing the more my pussy moistened. My bra tightened on my heaving breasts. I squeezed my thighs, feeling my pussy tingle. I lightly stroked my breasts through my blouse and felt my erect nipples. I pinched each one and softly moaned. My other hand slipped to the front of my skirt and my fingers unfastened the buttons. They edged underneath the soft material of my knickers and into the warm, wet crevice between my puffy, engorged lips. 

For a second my finger hovered teasingly above my protruding clit. The moment of doubt passed quickly and I resumed my risky behaviour. To and fro my finger flicked over the swollen nub. I added more pressure on it, around it and to the sides of it. My orgasm was rapidly approaching. Suddenly my back arched and my legs tensed. I violently jolted back and forth on my desk as my pussy convulsed around my pulsating clit. I left my soaked fingers in my knickers until my orgasm had subsided. 

A shadow loomed over the window. Oh god, please tell me she didn't see? Fran stood there shaking her head with a wicked grin on her smug face. I quickly buttoned up my skirt and attempted to smooth out my blouse. Within seconds she had bounded into my office. "Well, well... such a curious slut, aren't you? What was it you thought you saw in my office that got you so worked up that you needed to play with that hot little pussy?" I was speechless. I didn't know what to say to her. I was head of my team, a confidant forty-nine year old woman and here in my office I was getting a talking to in a lewd manner by a colleague sixteen years younger than me. She stood there a little longer, revelling in my obvious predicament before walking out.

I hastily got myself back together before my secretary strolled in. "Where the fuck have you been all morning?" 

Katie looked at me, shocked to hear me talk to her that way. "You know where I've been. You sent me downstairs to help with the new recruits. What's up anyway... are you ok? You look a little flushed!" 

"I don't feel too good, I might leave early this afternoon."

"I think we all have to go early anyway. Claire was saying 'her' over there is having a large meeting up here as the conference rooms are closed. She said something about everyone leaving at four. From what I can gather, its quite an important meeting."

"Is that so... " I looked at her quizzically. "Ok then, we work until three, that ok with you?" I smiled at her knowing she loved that idea. She nodded her answer back and headed out of my office.

The next couple of hours passed slowly and I often found myself looking out at Fran's office. Claire spent most of her time in there and only occasionally she left for one thing or another. I made my way to the vending machine, in need of another hot drink. Standing there waiting, I inhaled a familiar scent, tinged with the orient. I felt her close to me, then our shoulders brushed together. She leant her head towards my ear. "What fascinates you about Claire?" I felt her breath softly whisper on me. Again I was rendered speechless. She picked up on my inability. "Why have you found it difficult to speak to me today? You aren't usually this reserved with me. Something is definitely up with you!"

I didn't have an answer. I didn't even know an answer. There is no obvious reason that this young woman has the ability to make me clam up around her. I blushed and hesitantly turned to her. "I don't know..." It's all I could say. It was either that or not saying anything. I had to say something. I reached for my tea and hastily made my way back to my office. I felt her gaze follow me, piercing through my back and reach deep within me. I assumed she had that wicked grin on her face. It was the grin that I had seen far too much of already today. I shut the door behind me, hoping it would cut me off from her glare.

I sat at my desk and checked over the schedule for next week and placed little yellow note-its over the documents that I wanted Katie to amend over the weekend. Just as I finished them and placed them on the corner of my desk she walked in and smiled at me. She picked the pile of papers up and looked at me with hope in her eyes. "Is it still ok for me leave... it's three o'clock?"

"Yes course it is, I can't believe it's that time already." I pointed at the papers in her hand. "Well, you could always stay and do those now, you'll be finished by three thirty or you can take them with you and do them over the weekend... your choice!" I smiled at her teasingly. 

She chuckled. "I'll take them!" She then leant forward and kissed me on the cheek and waved her goodbyes as she exited the office, leaving me with thoughts of her, like she always does. She is very special and has such an endearing quality about her. She too, is younger than myself, a lot younger! 

Fran's voice broke my thoughts as she poked her head through the doorway. "I hope you don't mind clearing out in a while. I know you haven't had much to do today. Work seems to be the last thing on your mind!" She giggled knowing damn well I had been distracted for most of the day. 

This time not feeling quite so backed into a corner, I replied. "I don't mind. It has been quiet today. I could have stayed home if I really thought about it. Fridays are usually quiet." There was a pause for a few seconds then I thought, sod it I will ask her what she's planning. "So what's going on? I can't say I agree with clearing your colleagues out because you have a meeting." I raised an eyebrow as I said the last word. "If it was another day of the week, I would have flatly refused." I felt good that I appeared to be back to my confidant self and I do believe she was a little taken aback at what I had said. She looked blankly at me then disappeared from the door, not answering my question. 

I hadn't seen Claire for a while and Fran didn't appear to be watching out for her. She was obviously on an errand. I decided to take a wander, stopping off at the ladies before venturing off any further. The bathroom was situated on the first floor of the building. I caught the lift down and hurried a little way to the toilet. As I left the bathroom I saw the young girl with a large case and a carrier bag. She was waiting for the lift, and appeared to be struggling with the fastener on the case. I made my way towards her, my heels tapping on the floor. I stood there for a few seconds as she was bending down to the case. I saw her head turn to my shoes and felt her eyes rise up my stockings. She straightened herself up and looked up at me. In my heels I was about four inches taller than her. 

"Are you ok... you seem to be struggling?"

"I'm fine, Madam. Just waiting for the lift, it seems to be taking forever." I couldn't help but feel a slight stirring at her addressing me as Madam. "I have to be back upstairs within five minutes. She will kill me otherwise..."

"I think that's a bit severe don't you? What is all this stuff anyway?" At this point Claire became rather guarded and held on to the case and the bag tighter. "I can help you if you want!"

I could see she was hesitant. "Ok, it's just that when she says a time I know I have to be there. Its her way I suppose." She smiled meekly. 

I took the bags from her and seconds later the lift ascended and opened its doors. We both hurried into the confined space and I rested the bag on the floor. The doors closed and the lift jolted causing the bag to topple over and expose some of its contents. Claire gasped and I looked at her, a deep blush forming on her skin. It then dawned on me what kind of relationship the two of them had. I swiftly reached to the side of her, startling her in the process as my hand thumped on the large red button behind her. She froze. I smiled as I moved closer into her. "I won't say a word to anyone, on one condition..." 

She was now leaning against the side of the lift. Her eyes met mine as I stared harder into her. Within seconds her head lowered. I moaned quietly as I placed my finger under her chin and tilted her head up to face me. Unbeknown to Claire and of course, Fran, I am usually dominant, despite what's been going on today and have dabbled in domination and submission on many an occasion. I wouldn't necessarily class myself as a full time Mistress but when I feel the need to have a willing young slut, or an unwilling slut at my feet, the opportunity does not get passed up. I can now see why Fran has this young woman. Her piercing blue eyes have a pleading look about them. When you know what to look for, the eyes give it away. The way they fall just before the head lowers; it's such a gift. And now I have those eyes, looking deep into mine. She swallows hard, picking up the courage to speak. "What's the condition?"

Lowering my hand from her worried face she yelped and jumped at my touch as my fingers brushed over her breast. "What do we have here?" Before she answered I eased the case from her clenched fist and placed it on the floor. She inhaled deeply and whimpered as my fingers returned to her breast. 

"Please don't touch me!" I began to unbutton her thick, loose shirt. "Please, I have to be upstairs. I'm in trouble if I keep her waiting." I opened her shirt and pulled it back over her shoulders. I chuckled at her uneasiness and her obvious embarrassment as to what my eyes fell upon. She was wearing a black lace peephole bra and attached to her distended nipples were clamps.

"So this is what you wear under these frumpy clothes everyday. How long have you had them on for? Looks like it has been quite a while!" I flicked the clamp and she whined again. "Are you going to answer me or am I going to have to keep flicking?"

"After lunch... she put them on after lunch. Ahhh please... no!" Another sharp intake of breath came from her as I pulled the clamp. "Ohh god, don't do it anymore, please..." Her breaths were now short and her whimpers now came in quick succession. I took the clamp between my finger and thumb and began to slowly unscrew it. "No! Please, you can't, please no... ohhh shit!" Her head hit the side of the lift and as I freed the clamp from her throbbing nipple, her knees began to give way. "God... No... I can't... " I quickly moved my hand under her flowing skirt and went to cup her pussy. My fingers immediately slipped between her moist lips as my thumb caught on lacy material. 

"You kinky little bitch, wearing crutchless knickers to work!" Her faced flushed more and was now a deep red colour. A film of sweat coated her blemished skin. 

"She, she told me to wear them. We have to stop..." She pleaded. I pressed my finger into her slick folds and felt her engorged clit. I pulsed my finger on it, adding pressure each time. Her abundant juices covered my hand as it moved back and forth along her swollen lips. Within seconds her hips began to jerk and her pussy tightened around my fingers. Her clit began to swell more and her climbing gasps filled the lift. "Uhhh... God... Stop... STOP..." I added more pressure to her clit, rubbing it frantically. Her knees buckled and her pussy fell harder into my palm. 

"You like disobeying your Mistress, don't you?" I smirked.

"NO... Ahhh... Please... Stop..." I squeezed her clit hard and felt her pussy pulse violently in my hand. "Ohhhh... NO... NO... OHH GODDD..."

Claire fell to the floor in a panting heap. Barely audible moans escaped from her as she recovered. I moved closer and stood over her. "Aren't you a naughty slut for your Mistress?" 

She looked up at me, her begging eyes were pleading at me. "Please... she mustn't know... don't tell her!" I lowered my hand and helped her get up. She straightened out her skirt and began to button her shirt back up. I moved her hands away and put my hand inside her shirt and located the dangling clamp. A cold stare passed between us as I took her nipple between my finger and thumb. She grimaced as I placed the clamp back on her sensitive nipple. "Ohhh god..." I screwed it tighter and tighter. "Too tight, ohhh, too.... " She paused as I unscrewed it a little and an expression of relief covered her flushed face. I finished buttoning up her shirt then traced my finger up her cleavage, tracing it up her neck then to her mouth. I pressed my finger onto her lips knowing she could smell herself and she slowly parted her lips, welcoming my fragranced finger into her mouth. She began to moan as her tongue twirled around my finger. I waited for her to start to fall again then with my other hand I thumped the button on the wall, startling her as the lift jolted and began its ascension to our floor.

"Don't say a word when this lift opens. I'll explain the delay." I reached into my pocket for a stray stick of chewing gum. "Here, eat this... and the condition young lady is that when you see me go into my office, you tell YOUR Mistress that I have left the building. You got that?"

She hesitantly shook her head and whispered her answer. "Yes... ok, thank you Madam!"

The doors to the lift opened and we both walked towards our offices. Fran boldly exited hers and shouted at Claire. "You're fifteen minutes late... where the fuck have you been? In here NOW!" She pointed at her office and Claire briskly walked ahead of me. Fran then scowled at me. "And why the hell are you carrying the bag?"

"Claire was struggling as she waited for the lift so I offered to help. Then as we passed the second floor the lift stopped between floors." Fran then walked towards me and grabbed the bag. "I'll be out of here in a minute, just gonna pick some papers up from my office. Have a good meeting!" I smiled and casually walked away from her, taking a casual glance over my shoulder as I entered my office. 

I opened the small window that ran the length of my office window and partially shut the blinds. I took some tape from the dispenser and made my way to the door. I turned the knob enabling the latch to disappear into the door and placed the strip of tape over it and pushed the door closed. I sat on the unit in the corner, a foot or so from the partially opened blinds that covered the window but in earshot of any noise on the office floor. I sat there waiting for any movement across the floor for about fifteen minutes. Claire appeared cautiously from Fran's office door. She tentatively looked towards my door and carried on slowly walking towards the open main doors of our floor. She attached a sign to the front and closed them, locking all three of us in. 




Office Games



As she turned around to face Fran's office she froze. I broke my stare away from her and glanced towards Fran's doorway. I swallowed hard and could feel a tingle between my thighs. Fran stood in black high heels. My eyes fixated on her shoes. The point at the front, the curve of her foot as it rose on those shiny spiked heels. Black stockings adorned her gorgeous legs. She wore a short black skirt with a slit up the side, again showing off her thighs. Bare flesh showed above a lace topped stocking, edging teasingly out from the slit. My breaths were heavy, so transfixed by her that I almost forgot to swallow and breathe. 

My gaze lifted to her black silk blouse. It was fully open apart from two fastened buttons above the waistband of her skirt. She wore a black fitted jacket that moulded into every curve of her body. A black lace bra finished the ensemble. Her hair, so different from earlier on was now loose and carefree. Soft curls fell below her shoulder and framed her face beautifully. She had removed her glasses, showing off her bold make up on her eyes. Her lips were full and coloured a deep red shade. She moved her hand from her side and I recognised the shiny chain in her grasp. It was that what caught my eye when the bag fell in the lift. At the end of it was a thin black collar. She now toyed with the chain in her hands as her stare captivated her prey. 

Watching her, I could feel myself falling, experiencing the same feelings that I felt when she was near me earlier. Yes, I am dominant in my relationships, in work and at home but this woman gets me feeling like I could sink to my knees and worship the ground she walks on. I felt claustrophobic, my skin unable to breathe. I unbuttoned my blouse and noticed my huge breasts were heaving over the cups of my bra. I was just about to remove my shoes when Fran's voice echoed through the office floor.

"STRIP... NOW!" Again I swallowed hard and licked my lips. My mouth was dry. Claire looked over at me and stood still. Fran began to prowl towards her. "Are you disobeying me already?"

"No Mistress."

She slowly slipped off her shoes and reached behind to find the zip to her skirt. Fran stepped in front of her. "Stop!" Claire stopped immediately and brought her hands to the front of her, holding her palms upwards. Fran hung the collar and chain over her upturned palms and walked behind her. Claire stood absolutely still. Her eyes lowered and her head followed. Fran stood behind her, making the young woman wait. I imagine the wait to be agonising. In conversations with my own submissive she revealed that the wait for the Mistress to make her move is torturous. I moved closer to the window as Fran began to caress the younger woman's hair lovingly. "Whose slut are you Claire?"

"Yours Mistress."

"Mmm, yes you are, aren't you? All mine, isn't that right?"

"Yes Mistress." Claire then gasped as Fran ran her finger slowly down her spine. The chain rattled as she shivered at her Mistress' move. Fran then moved her hands around Claire's waist and begun to unbutton her shirt. She teasingly opened it and pulled it back over her now fragile and vulnerable submissive's shoulders. I saw the nipple clamps adorning her tits. Fran ran her fingers over the clamps and flicked them hard causing Claire to gasp again. I found myself gasping with her as Fran repeatedly flicked them. Whimpers and yelps escaped from the young woman as Fran's lips began to tenderly kiss her neck. She again toyed with the nipple clamps. "Oh god Mistress!" Claire moaned loud as she felt her Mistress' tongue gliding over the base of her neck and down, so slowly, along her spine. 

"Does my little bitch like that? Does she want more?" Fran purred against Claire's soft skin, her voice soft and sensual. Claire nodded her head, her Mistress not needing words, the soft growl alone telling her what she wanted to hear. Fran continued to lick her descent towards the waistband of Claire's skirt. When her lips touched the material her fingers found the zip and slowly brought it down and slipped the skirt to Claire's ankles. 

My pussy was on fire, my thighs involuntarily clenching. I wasn't sure how long I could refrain from touching myself. The need was becoming too great. I could feel my fingers edge up my thighs, wanting to touch that dark, moist place. As I continued to watch the two of them one of my knees was rising up and down, in effect rubbing my thighs together, stimulating the arousal between them. 

Fran slowly moved to the front of Claire, pushing my need back down a notch slightly. She took the chain and collar from the hands of her submissive. As soon as the chain was lifted Claire placed her arms back to the side of her. Fran backed up and stood behind her. She took the collar between her fingers and carefully placed it around Claire's neck. Fran moaned as she fastened it and draped the chain down her back. I saw her tense up at the cold, sharp contact on her skin. Fran then pulled the shirt from her wrists, leaving her standing in nothing but her collar, chain, nipple clamps, crutchless black lace knickers and a matching black peephole bra.

Fran's fingers roamed all over the young woman's body. She circled her breasts and traced patterns over her stomach and waist. "You get me so hot you little bitch. The way you stand there so patiently. I bet you're wet aren't you?" Her fingers moved lower over her soft mound and her finger slipped into the wet valley making Claire gasp and moan. "You're such a slut... How did I become so lucky to get such a bitch?" 

No answer came from Claire. I could see her struggling to hold on to the little resistance she had. Her hips were rocking into Fran's palm. Her legs were beginning to weaken and so were mine. I had an achy feeling building in my thighs. My fingers were stroking my pussy, bumping against my prominent clit. I could feel the tingling rising from my toes. My hips were bucking slowly and it would only be a matter of time before I came. Through my lustful eyes I could see Claire falling more. She was biting her lip. I couldn't hear her moans or Fran's voice by now. All I could hear were my muffled whimpers through my lips and the squishing noises deep within my steaming pussy. My second orgasm of the day was imminent. In my mind, I could hear, oh god, here it comes, oh god! 

I looked up and saw Fran pull the nipple clamps from Claire's breasts causing her to scream and sink to her knees. At exactly that point my own orgasm rushed through me, running violently up my legs, through my pussy and stomach and encompassing every nerve ending. My arse bucked off the table, my body rigid and tense. My legs stretched out in front causing my foot to bang against the wall. The noise startled me back to reality. I looked out and saw Fran looking my way. "Oh shit..." On the outside I froze but inside I was quivering like hell. My pussy was still aching, it wanted more. 

Even though she couldn't properly see me, she was staring right at my office but stayed where she was. Maybe she hadn't heard me. I began to breathe normally, regaining a little composure. I looked down and quickly started to re-arrange my clothes. I heard a thudding noise, louder and louder it became, then BANG! My office door swung open and there she stood in the doorway. "What the hell are you doing here?" I was speechless. I felt her eyes on me, burning into me. They followed from my partly opened blouse and down to my skirt that was still hitched up my thighs. "You liked what you saw, did you?" She walked towards me, towering over me in those heels. Her finger delicately touched my cheek. I could smell Claire on her. "Oh, I think someone enjoyed it very much!" My lips parted as she traced her finger on my lips. "Suck it bitch!"

I took her long finger into my mouth, sucking it like a cock. She twisted it in and out as I snaked my tongue around it. She began to withdraw her finger and my lips closed around it and I hungrily sucked it in. Her leg moved between mine and my eyes caught sight of her stocking top through the slit in her skirt. I must have lingered there longer than I should have. She tugged on my hair, pulling my head back so our eyes made contact again. "My stockings excite you, yes?" Again I stupidly nodded. "I thought so... come here!" 

I edged myself off the table and glanced over at Claire through the open door. She was still on her knees, her head lowered. When I looked back at Fran she had seated herself on the sofa in my office. She had crossed her legs and one of her shoes was balancing on her toes. "I said come here... now do it!" I took a small step. "On all fours..." I was totally mute and did as she commanded. I crawled on my hands and knees until her foot was only inches away from my face. "Kiss my shoe!" I parted my lips and began softly kissing the point at the toe. I kissed it all along towards her heel. I felt the softness of her stocking on my nose and the feeling sent me delirious. She lifted her foot. "Oh that's a good whore, lick my heel, flick it with your tongue." I started to moan as my tongue flicked over the high heel, lovingly ravishing it. 

She began talking to me as she pulled her shoe from my mouth and slowly dropped it to the floor. Her other leg crossed over and now her other shoe balanced precariously off the other foot. "Don't leave this one out!" I began to repeat the gentle caresses of my lips onto it. With soft wet kisses I devoured her heel. The smooth feel of her stockings on my nose again sent me into a state of delirium once more. "You know, up until this morning I would never have guessed you were on the submissive side. Is this what you are like at home with your... girlfriends?" I paused at her last word. Not one person at work knew my sexual orientation. "Did I say stop?" I leant forward and carried on with my task, although really it was hardly a task. 

"I know you like women. I see you watching Claire all the time and I caught you looking at me earlier didn't I? Yes, you do like women. Your secretary, I've seen you watch her too. Now how would she feel if she came in right now?" 

At this point I had to break free from my silence. "Please, no one knows anything about my life outside this place. Katie only knows what I tell her."

"Don't worry whore, this is between us!" I looked over at Claire, still in position, waiting. "She won't say anything either. She knows the severity of her punishment if she disobeys me." I had to grin at that point, if only the bitch knew! I nuzzled my nose into her stocking once more. My pussy was throbbing. I was beginning to moan against her leg, enjoying this more and more until I felt my hair being pulled and my eyes met hers. "I think someone is getting to like that a little too much, don't you? Get up!!" I rose to my feet. "Bring my heels." I bent down and picked the shoes up. "Follow me, I haven't finished with you yet!" My stomach flipped when she said that. 

She left my office first, shouting across the floor to Claire. "Come here... we have a new toy to play with!" I looked over at Claire and she was smiling. She began to skip towards us. "Stop... do you have your collar and leash on?"

"Yes Mistress." 

"You know when you have your leash on you are meant to...." Fran raised a questioning eyebrow, waiting for Claire to answer. 

"Crawl Mistress!" 

"Go on then... Crawl." Claire immediately dropped to her knees and placed the end of the leash between her teeth. She then prowled towards Fran's office. Fran went inside first, followed by Claire. I entered the office closely behind the younger woman. I had just put Fran's shoes by her desk and I again felt her hand in my hair. I winced at the sudden pain as she pulled me towards her. "I want you to remove your blouse and skirt..." Oh shit, I couldn't do that in front of these two, especially Fran. My body isn't in bad shape, but undressing in front of someone with a body to die for is not good for the ego. I obviously dwelled on that thought too long and was rewarded with a stinging slap to my face. "Do it... NOW!"

I nodded my head and hastily removed the requested clothes and stood there in my underwear. Fran stepped toward me and caressed my satin covered breasts. I closed my eyes. Her touch was soft and gentle and a moan escaped my lips. My balmy skin was peppered with goosebumps as her touch took a broader scope across my breasts, ribs and stomach. 

"Claire, open the door!" Claire walked to the door in the office that had the large round lock on it. With a twist of the key the door opened revealing a large room. "Prepare the room while I play with our new toy!" Before Claire entered the room she picked up the suitcase with the dodgy catch on it and left me alone with Fran. I felt uneasy as Fran's gaze blanketed my near naked body. "Mmm, you're not the only one who likes women in heels and stockings!" Her fingers teased down the straps of my black suspender belt and the tips of her nails ran along the top of my stockings. "But as much as I love to see my sluts in them, I would rather see them out of them."

I meekly replied. "Would you like me to take them off?"

"No. I will do it my way. But first you will remove your bra." I reached around my back and unfastened my bra. Fran took the straps from my shoulders and slowly edged the soft material down my arm with her feather light touch closely following. She dropped it to the floor, watching it helplessly fall to join my other garments. I watched her intently as she walked to the bag that previously held the collar and leash in. She pulled out a length of black material. In the soft light it looked like velvet. 

As she walked back to me she pulled it teasingly through her manicured fingers. Once in front of me she stroked me on my cheek with the end of the material. I knew then that my assumption was right. Velvet. It was softly caressing the side of my face and I was losing myself in her touch. Her fingers lowered to my breasts and the velvet glided over them. I breathed heavily and softly moaned as the warmth of the fabric surrounded my nipples. It swam over my ribs and around my stomach. I shivered as it tickled my side and danced up my spine. I felt myself tense as her fingers met the base of my neck. Her nails raked through my hair, taking the velvet with them and with a swift shuffle of her hands I found myself blindfolded.

I sensed she walked away from me and I then heard the drawer from her desk opening. Her perfume that lingered seemed more fragrant now. It was highly intoxicating and I was drowning in it. The slamming of the drawer shutting startled me, causing me to gasp. When my breathing recovered I stood there waiting for the sound of her heels. Silence filled the room. My still arms began to fidget at my hips. I rubbed my palms with the tips of my fingers. They felt warm and clammy. I balled my hands into fists as the frustration built in me. I lowered my head, and shook it from side to side. I bit my lip as I became hesitant in my darkness. 

Out of nowhere her voice broke through me. "Stay still for me!" I froze. I could hear her heels tapping on the floor. She was near me, close to me. I was in a sensual torture. She touched my breast unexpectedly and I gasped. "I told you to stay still. If you can't stay still in here, how will you stay still in there?" I presumed she meant the other room when she said 'there'.

Her hand took hold of mine and she pulled me slowly to the left. I heard a door open and again her voice broke the silence in a tone that I could only describe as a purr. "Waiting patiently for me, slut. Stand up!" Claire stood and I felt her fingers surround my wrist. They both ushered me forward. "Turn around... back up a little... and sit!" I did as instructed and my bottom rested on a hard, cold surface. "Lay back..." She huskily requested. My back and head also came to rest on the same surface. With a startling jerk, my legs were raised and I found myself flat on my back. "Now I have you where I want you." 

I swallowed hard at the thought of what the hell she, or should that be they, would do to me. Despite my reservations throughout I had not once thought about getting the hell out of her domain. I had to admit, I liked this turn around of me being the submissive. "Stretch your arms, pass your head." I sensed her straddling me as her stockings stroked against my hands and my wrists. The soft nylon crept towards my elbows and within seconds a soft material draped over my head, covering my face. It left me in a state of claustrophobia as I was shrouded in her womanly scent. From my confines I heard Fran's muffled voice. "As you've been so patient, my slut, I will let you do the honours." As far as I could tell, Claire didn't answer and I had no idea what she meant by 'honours'.

Between my breasts a thin cold instrument travelled dangerously slow through my cleavage. It pressed into me causing me to inhale sharply. "Relax... she won't hurt you!" Fran said reassuringly. "I'll take your mind off it!" With that I felt her wet pussy against my lips. "Lick me..." Blindly my tongue found her enlarged lips. They were silky with abundant juices. I slowly licked one side then switched to the other. Every now and then I felt the cold edge dip into my skin. It travelled around my navel and was now scraping over my hip. I felt it ride across the material of my knickers and sink lower to my mound. I gasped into Fran's pussy as I felt the tip of the cold blade slip between my own excited lips. It caught on my clit and my face rose up, taking my nose and mouth deeper in the depths of Fran's musky ocean.

The sharp tip retraced its cold journey upwards to my mound and began to indent swirling patterns down my thigh. Fran began to purr like a kitten as my mouth opened and closed on her pussy. My tongue twirled around her clit and my nose every so often teased the tight, earthy opening of her arse. She began to sway on my face as I felt my stockings become loose. I paused for a second wondering what was happening until I heard a soft recognisable grinding noise. I realised that the cold blade was in fact a pair of scissors. They gently cut through the thin material, revealing a sea of creamy skin as the soft nylon delicately parted. The steel blade caressed my leg as Claire expertly and teasingly crept lower down my leg.

Fran was now whimpering and moaning. Her pussy ground into me, covering my face in her juices. Claire appeared to rush through my second stocking. She started at my foot and glided the scissors upwards, on the inside of my leg and towards my thigh. My tongue lashed at Fran's pussy and I heard her muffled words again. "On top now... finish her!"

My blood pumped around my body so fast. What were they going to do? The cutting of the scissors halted and Claire straddled my waist. Her leash dragged coldly up my legs. I had no idea what was happening but Claire's fingers were now rubbing my clit through my knickers. Fran had bent forward slightly and between our collective moans I heard the sounds of lustful kissing. On my stomach I felt a hand rubbing against my warm skin and dampness had covered my belly. I presume that Fran was fingering Claire and she was fingering me. 

"No one cums until I do... understand sluts?" Fran said breathlessly. 

I moaned and nodded my head underneath her skirt and Claire groaned out a 'yes Mistress'. I was so close, my pussy was on fire and I could tell that Claire was nearing her orgasm. I sped up my tongue and mouth on Fran's pussy and before too long she wailed and screeched as she bucked on my face. Within seconds of her orgasm subsiding, Claire begged to cum. She was obviously rewarded with a 'nod' from Fran because her legs jerked against my waist. Her pussy lowered squashing Fran's hand into my belly. She rode my belly, rubbing herself on me. She screamed and shuddered. 




Office Games



I was finally able to breathe properly when Fran lifted her leg over my head and freed me from the tent that was her skirt. "Make her cum, slut!" Claire wasted no time in rubbing her fingers across my knickers and pressing them into my clit. She circled it heavily causing my hips to jerk upwards and nearly knocking Claire off me.

"Ohh god, please, may I cum... please?"

"You may!" 

My hips bucked hard on Claire's fingers. I tensed completely. My legs went rigid and kicked straight out. I shook all over from the pure intensity. When the final pulses left me, Claire stepped off and my blindfold was removed. My stockings were in tatters and white scratch marks adorned my once perfect skin. Fran noticed me looking at them. "Don't worry, they will fade... You won't scar!"

"Thank fuck for that!" I mustered, breathing heavily. 

"You are free to go now... or would you like to stay and play some more?" Fran grinned suggestively. "Looking without permission got you into this trouble... just what would happen if I gave you permission to watch?" I unsteadily got to my feet and looked around her playroom. Claire had obviously lit the candles when she was told to prepare the room. Spanking and whipping implements hung from racks attached to the ceiling. On the far wall, restraints hung from it in varying heights. "You do like to watch, don't you? 

I slowly headed for the chair in the corner, taking my place to be a voyeuristic participant. "Yes, I love to watch."

"Mmm, good. Let's get a little rough, shall we?"



Office Games



She stopped outside the door and read the number. She pulled the paper out of her bag. Yes the numbers matched. 

Pulling out a compact she inspected her make up. She smeared on a new thick layer of the blood red lipstick and pouted at the image looking back at her. Thick make up, heavy eyeliner and mascara made her look more like a mannequin than a live person. 

She checked the seams of her stockings to make sure they were straight. This dude was sure as hell kinky. This outfit was straight out of some kind of 50's librarian's hell. Long tight black skirt, with buttons running all the way up the back. Black heavy tight jacket over a nearly transparent white silk blouse. No bra, no panties, shaved pussy lips but he required she have pubes up above. She was glad she didn't go in for the clean shaved look. 

And these shoes, they were positively freaking Victorian. Heavy lace up with five inch heels. She pulled out the heavy square black framed glasses and put them on. Her hair was in a tight bun on top of her head. 

She knew she was going in for a serious rough ride but he was paying through the nose, money up front with a big bonus promised at the end if he liked her. One night with him meant the rest of the week off if she wanted. 

She knocked on the door. A mans voice called for her to enter. "You are late. I called for a steno hours ago." He remained seated behind a huge black wooden desk. She looked him over. Not bad as far as Johns go. He looked clean and he wasn't fat or drunk. 

His voice was soft and had a threatening tone. "I do not tolerate lateness. Come here." 

She felt a wave of nervousness. Her friend had set her up with this guy. Said he like to role play some pretty kinky stuff, there may be some rough stuff and toys but she had vouched that he was clean and wouldn't beat her up. He had sent the outfit and said she could keep it. Not that she had any use for ugly black suits. 

"Sir, I was right on time."

"Get your ass over here now!" His voice cracked like a whip.

She walked over to stand next to him. When she came around the edge of the huge black desk she could see he was sitting in a wheel chair. Jesus this guy was some kind of cripple. She wondered if he could get it up. 

"Lean over the desk. Press your face to the top of it. Hold onto the far edge with both your hands." She complied but turned her head so she could see what he was doing. "What the fuck are you looking at. I said press your fucking face to the desk." His words were crude but his tone still had that low scary tone. She turned her head to face down. She was a lot less nervous now that she knew he was in a wheel chair. She was sure she could get away if she needed to. 

She felt him run his hand over her ass. "Nice and firm and round. I like round asses." He slipped his hand lower down onto her calf and slowly ran his hand up the inside of her leg just as high as the top of her stocking. "Spread your legs apart, further, thats good." She felt her calves tremble at the strain of the high heels but she felt that uncomfortable shoes where going to be the least of her worries. The skirt was tight and she could not open her legs any wider. He continued to run his hands up and down the silk stockings. He did that for a really long time. She began to wonder if her friend had played some kind of joke on her. If this was all this guy wanted she was cool with that. It even felt kind of nice in a weird way. 

She knew that there was going to have to be more. He had hired her for the whole night. He was paying way over the going rate for most kinky scenes. He had been very specific about her being very clean, even to sending the correct type of enema he required she use before coming. 

She tensed when he stopped stroking her legs. "Don't move." He rolled away from her and went over to the only other door in the office. He opened it and she knew she was going to earn her pay tonight. Inside the door was an extra large full length mirror that reflected the whole desk. On shelves down low were a row of industrial looking dildos, neatly arranged by size from big to really big to fucking huge. She wasn't sure if she had ever seen a dildo that big before. Hanging on pegs were a number of different sized paddles. 

"I can't allow my secretaries to get into any bad habits. I think you will have to be spanked." He rolled over and lay the paddle on the desk next to where her face was. He began to slowly unbutton the row of buttons on the skirt, one at a time. When all the buttons were undone he ordered in cold voice, "Stand up, and pull the skirt up until your whole ass is bare and then lay back down exactly the same as before. She pulled the skirt up around her waist and lay back down her hands gripping the edge of the desk. She had had a couple of Johns who liked to spank her but never one with a fucking paddle before. She forced herself to think about the money. 

He sat behind her for an eternity just looking at her ass. She knew that her cunt was completely exposed to but that didn't bother her. 'Go ahead look all you want.' She thought to herself. "Spread your feet wider." As she spread her feet apart she felt him roll close, the wheel chair supports of his legs slipping between her legs, his knees forcing between her legs. 'Going in for a close up view'. 

She felt his breath on her crack. She wondered briefly if he was going to go down on her. Some Johns liked that but none of them were any good at it. She would pretend to be grateful afterwards. She felt his hands spreading her cheeks and cunt lips. She could hear him inhaling deeply. He said something under his breath and rolled back.

"I expect you to lay still and take this. You may yell, cry and plead for mercy, but don't move. The more you take the better the pay at the end. If you want to stop just say, "games over." and we will move on to the next game. He reached for the paddle. The first swat was almost gentle. She lay still wondering how much she could get for letting him hit her really hard. He continued to paddle her each hit getting successively harder. 

They were really starting to sting like hell. She gripped the edge of the desk and gritted her teeth. Finally a really sharp one popped her right up on her toes. "Son of a bitch." 

He hit her again, almost instantly, a lot harder. "I don't approve of my secretaries using such profanity." She let out a sharp yell of pain. He continued to hit her hard, really hard. Each swat sounded like a rifle shot in her ears. She was up on her toes squalling with each one. It felt like he was beating her with a red hot frying pan. 

Finally she could take no more. "OK OK Game over!" Her voice cracked and squealed. He instantly stopped, dropping the paddle to the floor breathing hard.

She lay sobbing on the desk top, absolutely drenched in sweat. "Did I do good?" She was a little surprised at the meek tone of her voice and that she on some level really wanted to please him. 

"You did fine." His hand gently stroked her ass. It stung but at the same time felt warm and soothing. Sweat ran down her legs. "Are you too hot?"

"Yes, It is really hot."

"You could take off that hot suit if you want. Leave on the blouse and the stockings. You can stand up to do it but stay by the desk facing the mirror."

"Thank you."

"Call me sir."

"Thank you sir." The suit was made of heavy wool and it was damp from her sweat. It was a little sticky to pull off. The thin silk blouse was soaked with her sweat and had stuck to her tits. Her nipples showed clearly through the nearly transparent material. She leaned down on the desk once more. 

He opened a drawer. "Do you want a bottle of water?" 

"Yes please sir."

He took the cap off and put it up on the table next to her. She lifted herself up on an elbow and took a deep drink. 'This getting spanked in a wool suit is thirsty work' she thought to herself. "Thank you sir." She lay back down and spread her legs back out wide again like he had her do before. 

She was feeling kind of floaty and relaxed, even though her legs were trembling with fatigue. She felt him move close behind her again. Once more his hands began to stroke the nylon of her legs but this time he stroked up past the top of her stockings and ran up over her ass. Each stroke tracing the edge of her pussy lips. She felt an odd frustration why didn't he get on with it. She realized she was wanting to feel his fingers on her cunt. 'Damn this kinky John is getting me hot. Well its his dime.' She felt him lean in and inhale again. "You smell excited. You like being paddled."

She was not sure if he wanted her to act innocent or slutty. "Sir you make me feel things I have never felt before." That was mostly true. Johns never turned her on as a rule. 

He gripped her ass firmly and spread her cheeks wide and then moved his hands down to her upper thighs and pulled the skin forcing her cunt to open. "I can see you are getting wet."

He ran his finger down the length of her crack, gently stroking up and down. She felt a shiver cascade down her spine. "Mmm... Oh sir that feels good." He reached for something and she felt a cool liquid on her ass. He began to massage the inside of her legs and butt cheeks rubbing his smooth slippery fingers firmly against her, but not penetrating. Never touching her cunt. 

"You want me to touch your cunt?"

"Please sir, only if you want to."

"Touch your own cunt."

She let go of the desk with one hand and slipped it down under herself. She spread the lips of her cunt so he could see everything and began to slowly rub her fingers up and down her slit. She could feel that a fair amount of the lube and run down and she was slippery wet. "Thank you sir for letting me touch myself."

"There is extra pay for girls who come, the more you come the more you get. Don't fake it, I am back here with my nose practically up your ass. I will be able to tell." 

"Yes sir."

She began to rub herself with a little more determination. 'Money for coming double bonus.' She felt herself getting looser. She had had Johns who paid to watch herself play with herself. This was cake. She felt herself tensing, her hips quivering and jerking. Just as she arched and shuddered he pushed two fingers up her ass clear to the hilt, pushing back her climax. She wailed in frustration and frantically rubbed harder at her clit. He began to fuck his fingers in and out of her ass harder. Suddenly she arched and groaned coming hard around his fingers. She felt a soft spatter of liquid down her legs from her cunt clenching. "Jesus."

He sat quietly behind her, his fingers still deep in her ass. "Nice one. I know a better way to do this." He put some more lube on her ass and worked in deep and maneuvered his chair close behind her. "Sit down in lap. Slow really slow. I will put my cock up your ass." She turned and looked. He had a amazing hard on sticking up from his pants. It was fucking huge. He saw her eyes go large. "Its not real. Nothing like the wonders of science. Its a fucking implant. It never goes away. We can play with it from now until doomsday."

"Oh god sir, I have never had one that big up my ass before."

"Look at it intellectually, you probably shit bigger than this. Your ass will take it. It may complain at first but you and I both know with the right motivation we can get it up there. It would make me happy and it will make you money."

She nodded and slowly began to lower her ass toward his lap. He put the head of that monster against her ass and began to push down on her hips. It was not easy. She had to stop several times and fight the urge to yank away. But eventually she was seated firmly in his lap impaled deeply on his cock. "Good. That feels good to have my cock up your ass." He bounced in his chair making her squeal.

"You can feel it?"

"Yes I have some sensation but it takes a lot to make me come. Hence the games." He reached down and snapped something on each side of his chair and the arms folded down. "Spread your legs wider, on the outside of my knees." He gripped her thighs and spread them as wide as she could make them go. "Lets roll over to the closet and see what we can find." 

He parked in front of the mirror. He began to unbutton her blouse. His hands were warm as the cupped her breasts. "Nice big nipples." He rolled them between his fingers and began to tug them, short sharp little jerks. "Like the paddle, the more you can take the happier I will make you." 

She whimpered and gripped her knees, leaning her head back on his shoulder. His fingers twisted and yanked at her mercilessly, forcing cries from her lips. Finally she gasped "Game over please game over." Tears dripped from her nose and cheeks. 

He rolled the both of them closer to the closet. "On the top shelf is some gold colored chains. They are attached to some clamps, reach them down for me. 

She was having trouble catching her breath. Her hands trembled violently. "But sir, please I said game over. My tits hurt too bad."

"Just reach them down. They are adjustable. We'll let you decide how tight to make them." 

She gulped and nodded and reached up. She handed the shiny chains to him. On the end of the chain was a clamp with a screw adjustment. She looked again. There were too many. There were three clamps. 'Oh Jesus, he is going to put one of those things on my cunt. Think of the money. Think of the money.'

Her nipples were rock hard, swollen and red. "Ready?" She nodded biting her lip. He put the clip on. It wasn't so bad, a sharp nagging pinch. "Tell me when to stop." He began to slowly tighten. 

She squirmed and whimpered as the pinch began to hurt. "Stop. Stop."

"OK, but if you want later, we can try and tighten them more."

He picked up the second one and repeated the process. She tried to take as much as she could but her tits still ached like mad from his assaults earlier. The gold chain hung between her nipples swinging gently as she flinched from the pain. A third chain hung down from the middle. The third clamp bumping ominously against her cunt. "Spread those legs nice and wide. Spread those cunt lips. Show me your clit." He moved the chair close to the mirror. 

She whimpered in fear. This guy was asking a whole hell of a lot. She reached down and spread her lips. "You put it on. Put it on your clit." 

She pressed the clamp open and closed it around her hard red clit. She hissed and wailed. "Oh god, oh my god."

She squirmed and jerked, still impaled on the prong of his cock. His words were soft and demanding in her ear. "Tighten it. Reach down and turn the adjuster. Tighten it on your clit."

"Oh god, I can't."

"Yes you can. You could take the paddle. You could take the pinches. You could take my cock up your ass. You can do this for me. Make me happy."

She sobbed as she reached her hand down. She turned the adjuster a little bit. Pain lanced up and made her shudder. His voice was compelling. "Just one more time." This time was worse, she let out a long wailing gasp and the teeth of the clamp bit deeper into her clit.

She lay back against his shoulder panting, trying somehow to adjust to the pain shooting up from her cunt. Her voice trembled with impotent rage, "You are a cruel bastard."

His voice was simultaneously amused and threatening. "You have no idea. We have so many more things do to." His hand reached around and grasped the chains connecting her clamps and gently tugged. She flinched and gasped. It hurt like hell but at the same time she could tell that it was turning her on too. He gave a firm bounce reminding her of the huge cock anchoring her in his lap.

"Look at all those big cocks on the shelf. I bet your cunt feels empty. You want to fuck yourself with one of those don't you. Look at yourself in the mirror. You look beautiful but your cunt looks so empty and neglected."

She looked nervously at the dildos. There were five lined up in ascending size. The littlest one was damn big, at least eight inches and had a girth to it that she knew would stretch her. The others were intimidating. Each one about an inch bigger than the next. The biggest was around twelve inches and she knew that there was no way she could wedge that monster into her cunt. She reached for the littlest one.

"Yea lets start with that one." She hefted it in her hand. It was heavy with a big handle to grab it by. "It has a vibrator in it. Turn it on. I will feel it when you fuck yourself with it." She switched on the vibrations. It buzzed violently in her hand. It was a lot stronger than any vibrator she had ever felt before. It felt like it would turn her insides to mush. 

"Push it in your cunt. Push it all the way in. Fuck your self with it."

She pressed the head of the dildo against her opening. It was big and nothing had entered into her cunt the whole night. She was tight. It was hard to get it in. She had to work it hard to force it in. She felt stretched wide. His cock in her ass had filled her up, and now this over sized dildo was stretching her even more. 

His voice was excited and demanding. "Push it, push it in." The sheer girth of the dildo forced her cunt lips to stretch, pulling the skin of her cunt tight against the clamp on her clit. The strong vibrations began to shake her whole cunt, her clit swelled against the teeth pinching it cruelly. The vibrations shook her whole pelvis, traveling up and making her tits vibrate. The clamps trembled on the her nipples sending waves of pain and sweet lust shooting through her.

Suddenly she was coming, coming hard arching and screaming as wave after wave of agony and ecstasy shook her. He reached down and grabbed the handle of the dildo and began to pump it in and out of her fast and hard. "Fuck yes, come on me baby, squeeze your ass, dance in my lap, you fucking whore bitch." He slammed the dildo in and out of her relentlessly. His other hand began to jerk on the chains holding the clamps. "Keep coming bitch." She began to writhe on the cock up her ass, her head slamming back against his shoulder repeatedly as she convulsed over and over. He bit down on her shoulder. He shuddered and groaned as he pumped his hot come deep in her ass.

He pulled the dildo from her and dropped it to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her gently. She lay limp and gasping for many minutes. His lips gently kissing her shoulders. Her voice was weak and wondering. "That was amazing. I have never come like that in my life." 

"You did really good. I want to do it again."

"I don't know if I can."

"Sure you can. The second time will be better. This implant keeps me hard. I can do this all night. I expect you will find out you can too. I want you to tighten the clamps some more for me. Make me happy. I need you squirming and screaming."

"Oh god, this is going to kill me."

"I promise you will live through this. You will be walking funny for a while but you will live. You will give me everything I want and more. You will make me very happy. Tighten the clamps."

He was right. She did everything he wanted and more. She spent what seemed hours impaled on his cock, fucking herself with bigger and bigger dildos. Coming like a freight train over and over. She had his teeth marks up and down her shoulders as he bit her over and over. He promised her he would allow her to take off the clamps when she got the whole of the hugest dildo inside her cunt. They both had to push to get it inside her, she was groaning and shrieking as she watched the huge thing disappear inside her, her eyes locked on the mirror watching as his hands shoved it deeper and deeper. The deep grinding vibrations shaking her whole body. 

"Good girl. Lets take off these mean clamps." She knew it would be painful when the blood came back. She braced herself as he reached up to release one of her nipples. She had totally underestimated this. She arched and shrieked, the pain washed through her. She instinctively tried to escape but his hands were iron strong holding her down on his lap. "Yes baby thats better than you coming. You are doing great." 




Office Games



He began to pump the monster dildo up and down in her. She didn't think she had the strength but she felt herself beginning to clench around the huge plastic invader in her cunt, unable to resist the deep pounding vibrations shaking her womb and the clamp on her clit. 

"Yes baby take it, feel this." And he freed her other tit. She didn't know if she was coming or convulsing in agony. It all hit at once and he began to plunge the huge dildo into her and bounced hard forcing himself deep and hard into her ass. "Fuck yes, keep it up bitch. Keep coming." He reached down and took the clamp off her clit. 

She couldn't scream any more. She was rigid with agony and yet she was coming and coming. It didn't stop. He slammed the dildo into her over and over. Her whole body spasmed and thrashed. A tiny part of her mind wondered if his cock could break off. He groaned and then bit down on her neck hard and sucked the blood into his mouth as he came pulsing his come deep into her.

Much later as she came to herself, he murmured into her ear. "You have made me very happy." He rolled over to the desk. "Grab the edge and lift yourself up. You will need to support yourself. Your legs might be a bit shaky. You can lay on the desk for a while if you need to." 

Her ass made a sucking sound as she pulled herself off his lap. His cock was dark purple but still looked just as hard and ready as it had before they had started. "You have a very sweet ass."

"I have never done anything anywhere as crazy as this before." 

"I do have an active imagination."

He pulled a package of wet wipes out of a desk drawer and wiped himself off. He tossed the package onto the desk. "Help yourself." She cleaned herself off and pulled on the suit. He tossed an envelope on the desk. She looked inside. The stack of c-notes was impressive. This was so worth it.

"You want another date. I will give you my number."

"Sorry baby, I need novelty. I need to see the surprise and protest in the woman's eyes. I need to see her take more than she ever thought she could. You have been there. You will not be able to give me that again. But if you know someone that you think could handle this kind of scene you can give her my number. Just don't tell her about the chair and leave her in the dark as far as what an cruel bastard I am. I want to surprise her."



Office Games



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Today was one of those days that I woke up in a funk. I just wasn't feeling that good and was lacking energy. With news of the recession and the incessant negative political advertisements, there just isn't any relief to everyday life. After a long day at work, one of my guilty pleasures is to enjoy a glass of wine while watching mindless television. Even that has been ruined by all the political advertisements. What difference does it make whose in office as my taxes are going up? How do they think that I can afford to pay more in taxes?

One of the worse inventions in all of history is the automated dialers that deliver political advertisements; worse yet, has the pollsters asking dumb ass questions. Why do they call? I'm on the "do not call list". Do they think I'm just sitting around waiting for them to call? Why can't they understand that all most people want is a better life for us and an easier life for our children? Is there such a thing of an honest political leader? It really chaps my ass when I see these political leaders living a lavish lifestyle while I'm struggling to make ends meet.

I would love to see a law passed that anyone who is in office must live in his/her district. Yeah, I'm sure that this is already law but my part would be that the leader must live in the worst section of that district. Now, I don't mean what Jayne Byrne did. The Chicago politico, after all, took over a complete floor in Cabrini-Green to make as her condo, complete with armed guards. What better way to make change then make a politician live the real life in the poorest neighborhood?

So after the third phone call I gave up on watching television and turned my phone off. Yes, I still have a home phone but that is due to security in my condo complex which requires a land line to open the gate and, at least so far, the security system doesn't work using a cell phone. That really irks me and every month when I write a check to CentryTell, I like to write little nasty comments in the memo section. What value am I getting for thirty dollars? And why does ½ of my phone bill go towards taxes? Nuts!

Okay, I'm getting on my soap box and talking about political stuff is raising my blood pressure; time to take a deep breath and a sip of my wine. With that last phone call I realized that it was time to break out of my rut and escape the negative political & network news.

This will sound horrible but one of the things that I like to do on funky days is to dress a little slutty. Now for a very important question: what should I wear tomorrow to the office? My mother always told me that a lady never wears black hosiery to work as black hosiery stirs men up. Well, that is the first thing I knew that I had to wear. What's better than black stockings, 4-6 inch heels, and a skirt that's a little too short? You know the type of skirt I'm talking about, one which makes me careful when sitting down for fear of flashing the world. Scratch the heels, since winter has shown up, it's time to pull out my favorite CFM boots.

There is something about having other people checking me out that helps lift my spirits and when I catch a couple "hotties" stealing a glance, well that just gives my self confidence a boost. Funny thing is that I know how popular I will be at work in my sexy little skirt, hose, and CFM boots.

I knew what I wanted to do, knew who I wanted to tease, with the goal of getting their attention. We've flirted and danced around the issue long enough. Now I wanted you to take notice of me. 

All that I could say about tomorrow was: let the male wreckage begin!

Knowing that you were on your way to my office to grab some files, I decided to put myself in a vulnerable position. Just on cue you walked in while I'm leaning over my desk, my skirt riding up my thighs showing you that I wasn't wearing pantyhose. Oh how I enjoy the feeling of having you watching me, my thighs being exposed to your gaze really started to arouse my body. Even more thrilling for me was my knowing your eyes were glued to my tight backside.

Part of me wasn't ready to see any emotion on your face I wanted to be absolutely sure that you had to have me before I eased your discomfort. Hearing you clear your throat, I took my time turning around. I wanted you to enjoy the view a little longer. Was that wrong of me? I didn't want to make you too uncomfortable, but I did want to whet your appetite for me. 

Even though I wasn't facing you I could feel your presence. I knew you were standing behind me, and now its time to start my tease. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head in preparation for our game. Then I begin to ramble on about not knowing where the forms were that you need, all the while knowing they are under a manila folder. Like a master of the game you don't say a word; instead you move closer 'til your hips are pressing into mine.

Feeling your body against mine sends waves of pleasure though me. I'm sure the wall is enjoying the view as my nipples are now visible now rock hard.

I feel you unzip my skirt, holding my breath as it falls to the ground. Skillfully you move your hands right where I love feeling them; gripping my hips, pulling me even closer to you. Being the naughty one that you are, it didn't take you long before your fingers start to slip under my thong, pushing them down to comfortable rest on the floor on top of my skirt.

"Where is the paperwork that I asked for?" You whisper gently, your warm breath tickling my ear.

The heat from your breath is making me warm and wetter. Simply knowing that we could get caught at any minute is turning me on.

You breathe into my neck, "I think you should always leave your panties at home, don't you?" You take my ear in your mouth, "Honey? I love how you look without panties."

I don't answer, but instead cover your hands with my own, and together we begin to touch my most intimate womanly parts without regard to others in the office. Freeing one of your hands, you slip it under my blouse. Your fingers gently tease the skin of my abdomen. Lightly you tease me by moving your fingertips over my stomach, ribs, and then cup my breasts through the fabric of my bra. I moan as your lips touch my shoulder.

Finally I was over the edge and had to have you. Enjoying your touch sent me over the edge from normal decadence to a wanton woman; I was ready to give myself to you. Slowly I turned around pressing my body into yours trying to merge us into one. Now my body was desperate to taste you, kiss you and by tilting my head I was signaling to you that I was yours. I raised my hands to touch your face, then into your hair trying to pull you into my mouth. I've waited for this all night and all morning. 

When your lips finally touched mine, waves of pleasure rippled though my body. Slowly our tongues started to tango in my mouth. I love the way you use your tongue to explore my mouth. Oh, how I've missed feeling your lips.

You shock me by taking control, causing me to involuntary moan while you back me up into the cold filing cabinet. Your thigh slips between my legs and presses into me applying pressure. My clit starts to throb, craving your warm wet tongue or the dexterity of your fingers. I grind my hips into you trying to get relief as I feel myself become increasingly aroused.

I had to have you, had to have you in me now!

"Wait." I slowly pull back.

With a few inches between us, your hands found their mark. Slowly you move your hands under my blouse to pull it up over my head. I smile at you while looking into your eyes, as you focus on my breasts. My nipples are visible thought the thin material but we both know that my bra will be on the floor in a matter of moments.

You smile just like a kid at Christmas, "You look so sexy." With a quick flick you unclasp my bra exposing my breasts. You lean forward kissing my chin, neck, and then collarbone. My nipples ache for your attention.

I watch as you take a deep breath, your eyes never moving away from my breasts, "I love the way your breasts look."

I smile as I've always appreciated your attention. 

Subconsciously my back arches from your touch, I enjoy the sensations as your fingers move to caress the firm undersides of my breasts.

I moan against your mouth as your lips press more urgently against mine. This time the kiss is deeper, more passionate. My hand slides down your back, feeling lean muscles contract under the fabric of your shirt as I press you closer. Moving my hands lower, my fingertips slip across your hard, perfect ass, which I have always admired and desperately wanted to feel. 

We stay in this erotic position for a while as I massage your cheeks through your skirt, my fingernails playing between them. This pushes your sex firmly against my own. Slowly, we grind our pelvises together. Our bodies are melting into each others. Desperate to touch and to feel your smooth skin, I slip my hand beneath your skirt, reaching towards your sex.

I pull back from you; a surprised, questioning look on my face. You laugh quietly, biting your red, well-kissed lips. 

"I've wanted you for a long time." A moment passed before you continued to explain, "I decided to take mine off before joining you."

I love the way you look at me, the way you bite your lip. The desire in your eyes takes my breath away. I see that you want me. I know you want me. Your face shows all the telltale signs of how much you want me. Oh, how I want you, too.

Having already removed your own panties, you are clad only in a bra. My hands are everywhere . . . exploring, touching, feeling. I caress your breasts, and knead your ass. Then, your hands move against my burning sex and I gasp. Sensing my urgency, you gently spread my legs with your hands. I open further for you as your fingers slide over my mound finding my wetness.

I watch as if this is happening in slow motion. You taste every inch of my body, your tongue skimming and your lips making me glisten. My eyes close, my mouth opens slightly, and a sigh of ecstasy escapes. I watch as you remove your shirt and turn to undo the buttons on your skirt. I shake my head in disbelief at our boldness. The moment of nervousness disappears and I am drawn to you again with such urgency and hunger that it makes me shiver.

You give me that wicked smile, "I have to taste you."

I stop you, "No, me first." There is a slight hesitation in our mutual need. "Please? I need to taste you." 

You nod and I see that some of your earlier confidence has changed into uncertainty or arousal? I decide it is both.

I stop thinking and launch my sensuous assault upon you; your sex is my objective. I'm on my knees in front of you and I press forward, spreading your engorged labia with my mouth and moving to capture your clit between my lips. I love the way you feel, how soft your lips are against my fingers, how slickly wet your pussy is and how your arousal coats my fingers. So soft and slick, my finger easily finds your opening and slowly one of my fingers enters you. I feel how hungry you are as a second finger easily slips into you. I've never been with a woman before and even though I've masturbated a million times, feeling your pussy is incredibly different. Now, with my face so close to you, I had to know how you tasted. I move into you slowly and gently nibble. I draw your clit in firmly, sucking hard, thrashing you with my tongue, making your hips lurch involuntarily.

I flick my tongue back and forth deftly, firmly, massaging your sensitive flesh. You reach with your hand, pulling my face more deeply into your body, into your sex. You watch, aroused by the sight as well as the touch of my mouth and tongue working on your clit.

I slide my fingertips into you shallowly. Penetrating, wetness coats them. I slowly slide a single finger in deep. Your breath catches in your throat, and you cover your mouth with a hand to muffle a scream. 

Instead of a scream I hear you whisper "Goddess, please . . ." 

I push my finger deeper, filling you completely. Your hips move, grinding, as if to pull more of me in. You feel my finger thrust in and out of you, while my mouth still pulls on your clit. 

Your thoughts are gone. I can see that you are focused on your building climax. You groan deeply, tilting your hips, wanting to yell, to scream for me to fuck you . . . 

You groan again quietly, "Yes, God, yes!" 

Your orgasm approaches: "God yes, so close . . ."

With my mouth still sucking hard on your clit, you tighten your legs around my head. I push my tongue more firmly onto you, thrusting with my finger, fucking you. I move my lips over your clit, licking insistently, my tongue dancing along your distended labia, then sliding quickly upwards. My lips grab at your clit again and pull at it gently. I suck you in deeply. 

You're back arches, your legs quiver, your hips jump and thrust repeatedly as I lick and suck, caressing you, tasting you. Suddenly you take a deep breath, and then freeze. I can see that you are holding your breath, waiting. 

My tongue flicks faster now, my finger penetrates deeper, curling, moving in and out. Your body is rigid; your hands grip my hair, you pull my head against you even more firmly as your body floods my lips. Wet, shiny and glistening, my chin is covered with you. I wait, not moving, letting both of us enjoy every last drop your orgasm. 

You relax, breathe, and gently stroke my hair with your hands. I glance up and see you slowly open your eyes and smile down at me. Dare I ask? Yes, I do.

"I know I shouldn't ask you this but what are you doing for dinner tonight?"

Smiling brilliantly, your voice husky as you reach for me, "You?" 

Time to be a little coy, "And will this be takeout or eat in?"

I wasn't sure what this was or what we were. No reason to ask or put a label on what we were doing. We tried our best to gather ourselves and look presentable. Neither of us was sure one could be presentable after what we had just done. I felt so naughty, yet so alive. Never in my life had I done something so exciting before. I liked it.

After a moment, you said, "Well, first we should get something to eat and then I want you."

On the way to the restaurant neither one of us spoke. This was very unusual.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I began to feel differently. I knew that it was just my mind playing games as I felt that everyone was looking at us. Normally that is a good thing but now, I felt as if everyone knew that I had just gone down on you. Sure, everyone loves the lesbian-chic of 'I kissed a girl' but it isn't easy being that type of girl. Well, or it isn't easy for me just yet. 

*

The end, of this part 

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Office Games



"I can't believe it." I thought to myself. I was staring at Lori my next door cubical mate. I've had a crush on her since she started working here. 

She had just returned from lunch and had taken off her jacket. The zipper on the back of her knee length, black dress was half way down her naked back meaning she wasn't wearing a bra today. Oblivious to her exposure, she sat at her desk and picked up her ringing phone.

I watched her chat on the phone while the zip crept further and further downward to the small of her back. I could just make out the black lace panties she was wearing. Her long dark brown hair had to be tickling her exposed skin. 

"Okay, I'll talk to you about it later... Please! Just do it! Bye, Tom!" Lori signed off before recradling the phone with a bit of authority. She continued to do stuff at her desk with her back towards me. 

I wasn't sure whether I should mention something or not. I was in flux. Continue to enjoy the view or be a gentleman and tell her.

I'm no handsome, chiselled, male model but women seem to like me. I'm not obnoxious or vain or macho. And for some reason, I guess that makes them trust me.

After a few minutes, I surmised Lori wasn't going to realize that she was uncovered.

"Er... Lori." I started and then in a more subdued voice said "I'm not sure if you are aware that the back of your dress is unzipped."

Lori turned to me as she reached around to feel how open it was. "Oh jezz!" She said under her breath as she struggled to pull the zip up. "Thanks for letting me know. You're a good guy for telling me. Most others would let it go to see how embarrassed I could get."

"That's okay. I'm sure you would do the same if it happened to me."

"What? The back of your dress becoming undone?" Lori chuckled.

"Yeah aaa... No!" I stammered and started to turn away.

"Ummm!" she pursed her lips tightly. "Crap!"

"What's wrong?" I swivelled my chair back towards her.

"This zip always gets jammed." Lori wiggled and struggled. "Tom helped me this morning with it."

Lori reached behind, over her back, twisted left then right then finally asked. "Umm... Do you think you can help me with this?"

I stood up and took two steps towards her. She smiled and nodded while she looked below my belt. 

"Was my fly open?" I thought as I looked downwards. 

"Geo!" Lori exclaimed. "That looks impressive."

There was a definite tent jutting from my loose dress pants. I felt the blood rush to my face. "Aaa... I'm sorry, Lori. I..."

"No, it's kind of cute. Not in a small way, but it's cute that I could do that to you." Lori brown eyes sparkled. "And it doesn't look that small."

I don't own a massive weapon between my legs. It is about 7 inches long and pretty thick and gets extremely hard when I get an erection. 

Lori turned her back to me and allowed me to try and get her zip zipped.

"Seems have caught some of the material." I told her. "I don't want to rip anything."

As I held the zip with my right hand, I pressed against her exposed skin. I jiggled it up and down a bit until it finally released itself. Carefully I zipped it all the way up and tried to do the hook at the top.

"Lori, looks like the eyelet at the top is ripped. I think that's why the zip slipped." I told her.

"Tom probably ripped it. If he didn't he probably didn't hook it anyways." Lori shook her head in disgusted. "That idiot husband of mine is really useless sometimes."

I returned to my desk.

"Thanks, Geo! You're a great guy. Not sure why no girl has ever caught you." Lori noted. 

I just shrugged my shoulders.

At the end of the day, Lori collected her things and was about to leave. "Geo? Are you in a hurry? Feel like going for a drink or something?"

"Or something?" I asked.

"Just a drink." Lori amended. "Tom needs to drive to my mother's to fix something and won't be home until later. And I want to thank you for being a gentleman."

"Are you kidding?" I thought to myself. "A chance to spend more time with you, of course!"

Being single, it was easy for me to change my evening agenda, not that I had anything scheduled anyway.

"Okay, a drink, but you don't owe me anything for that." I said as I stood up to join her. In her black, 4-inch, high heeled shoes, we were about the same height. "Glad I could help."

The place was a bit crowded but we managed to find a spot at the bar. There was only one stool which I made Lori sit on and I stood beside her. 

She ordered a glass of white and I had a Suntory 12 year old neat.

"Nice!" Lori smiled. "I like a man who enjoys scotch."

The patrons gathered thickly around the bar pushing me more towards Lori. She had crossed her legs right over left and her foot dangled between my knees. The hem of her skirt rose high enough to show me she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose.

"Geo, can you do me a favour? Reach behind under my jacket and check to see if my zip is still up?" 

"With pleasure." I replied. I stretched my arms behind her. I placed my palm on her back and found bare skin. "Your zip has slipped again."

"Mmmm... Your hands are nice and warm." Cooed Lori. "And soft... Leave the zipper."

I could feel myself getting excited in my pants. The fact that Lori wore nylon stockings and rubbed her knee against my growing bulge didn't hurt.

Her breast heaved with each inhalation as I held her slim waist. Her hand was on her thigh and slowly inched forward towards my aching, hard cock. Only my suit jacket hid anyone from seeing our over the edge flirtation. Her long, painted red fingernail brushed and scratched against me.

"Bzzzzzz!" Angrily screamed her phone jolting both of us back to reality.

"Shit! It's Tom." She answered the call. "Hi... Okay, be home soon."

She disconnected the call. "Sorry, my mother didn't trust him to fix her problem so she ended up calling a pro. He's on his way home now so I have to go."

"That's okay. I understand." I sympathised. 

"No, it's not okay. I really was enjoying our time." She stood and flipped a twenty on the bar. "You're a real nice guy and I'd like to do this again sometime."

"No, you don't have to ..." I started to say and tried to return the bill.

"Yes, I do. And I want to. Thanks." She interrupted and then gave me a kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."

After she left, I had another shot and left. I thought about what had happened and by the time I got home, I had a massive boner needing attending to.

"Bing!" A text arrive on my phone.

"Had fun. Thanks. FYEO. ;-) L." 

"For Your Eyes Only?" I opened the attachment. She had sent what I assumed to be a selfie of the back of her dress with the zip undone.

I quickly stripped off and jumped on my bed. Eyes closed, I started stroking myself. I've never felt harder or bigger. "Oh fuck, Lori! You're so sexy. I wish you were mine to love!" Thinking how her finger touched me through my pants at the bar.

"Oh fuck, Lori! I'm cumming!" I groaned and spewed my load.

I woke up the next morning with my regular aching, morning wood, but as I always got up late, I had to rush to get ready for work. 

The ride there was typically uneventful, but for some reason I noticed the advertisements a bit more. There was one for breast enhancement surgery showing the cleavage you could obtain, a workout spa with a female dress in tight spandex and a dating site for those looking for extra company.

I arrived at my desk early as normal and sat to enjoy my coffee as I booted up my PC. 

"Morning, Geo!" 

I turned to see Lori dropping her things on her desk. She took off her coat. Beneath she was dressed in a white silk, semi-opaque blouse. I could see the camisole she had underneath. She wore a red skirt hemmed four or five inches above her knees and matching 5-inch stiletto heeled shoes. I just stared at her.

"Glad you like my attire." Lori smiled. She bent over to put her purse under her desk. Her legs were spread slightly so the back of her skirt which had a high slit parted. Again she wore stockings and garters rather than pantyhose. "Sorry. No zipper today so no free show."

My boner was sticking straight up through my pants. When Lori looked at it, I didn't even try to hide it. Her smile widened.

Through the morning, I attempted to calm myself down but kept peeking over to look at Lori. She sat at her desk but her legs were turned towards me. Her legs were crossed and her red pump dangled from her left foot. The hem of her skirts was pulled up exposing more of her leg than was office appropriate. I was hypnotised at the sight. 

"Geo." She caught me staring. "Can you help me with this?"

Lori uncrossed her legs. Her knees were spread as she pretended to gather the things she wanted me to assist with. Her legs were apart wide enough that I could see her red panties she wore beneath.

She came over and placed a file on my desk to show me where she had a question that she obliviously knew the answer to. The front of her blouse was unbuttoned. She bent over and placed a hand on my shoulder. It was difficult not to view her creamy breasts under her loose camisole. Her nipples were rock hard and poke easily through the material.

Her hand glided down my back and into my lap. No finger tease this time. Lori took full grab of my hard cock and stroked it through my pants.

"Uh!" I grunted as quietly as I could. Knowing that I was unable to handle my woody when I got up, I knew I Lori could easily make me cum in my pants. I had to grab hold of her hand to stop her. 

"Oh. Okay. You're right!" She smiled knowingly and returned to her seat. "Thanks for pointing that out."

I was shaking in my chair. I was so close to cumming that I feared any other movement would cause me to explode. 

"Feel like going to lunch, Geo?" Lori asked me.

I was so engrossed with watching Lori, I hadn't finished anything I needed to finish that morning. "Ah... Sorry Lori but I need to finish something off first."

She giggled. "Too hard to finish to quickly I imagine. Don't want to end it too prematurely."

After she left, I was able to work on my project and finish the majority of it. At least enough to satisfy my manager. 

"I'm starving." I thought to myself. 

I needed to get something to eat. There was a cart vendor selling street meat just outside of the office building. I took the elevator down and got a polish sausage to consume with an ice tea to wash it down. "That should be enough to last me until dinner." I said.

When I returned to my desk, Lori had already returned and seemed enwrapped in some work. She didn't acknowledge my return. I shrugged to myself and pulled my chair out from under my desk, but before I sat down, I found a pair of red panties. 

I looked over at Lori. She had turned her legs towards me. Her skirt was pulled up and her knees were spread wide. She was no longer wearing her panties. Her outer pussy lips were glossy and wet. 

I picked her panties from my chair and found the crotch area soaked.

Again, I looked towards Lori. Her head was forward to her work but I could see a smile turn the corner of her mouth.

I didn't say anything. I stuck her panties into my pant pocket and went to the can. I entered into the handicap cubical and waited until the guy taking a piss left. Quickly I took off my pants so I could pull off my underwear. I returned to my desk commando.

Lori was still pretending to work on something. Her legs spread even wider.

I sat down behind my desk. I spied Lori out of the corner of my eye as I dropped my hands to my lap and unzipped my zipper. My rock hard boner was straight up and I had to adjust it so it wouldn't pop out, at least too quickly.

"Lori, I think this is yours!" I stood and walked over to her desk. I placed a folder on her desk and opened it up to show her my underwear.

She smiled.

I shifted slightly. Enough for my cock to pop through my undone zip. 

Lori's smile grew even bigger. She held my hips and pulled me towards her, taking me into her mouth.

Her mouth was hot and wet as she bobbed her head back and forth. 

"Geo!" It was Bill our manager coming around the corner. 

Lori quickly shoved me back into my pants but didn't have time to zip it up. She managed to close the file folder with my underwear in it just before Bill poked his head over the wall of her cubical.

"Lori. Good! You're here too." Bill said. 

Even though I was tucked in, my zip was still open and I could pop out anytime. Besides there was a huge tent in my pants. I kept my back mostly towards Bill as I tried to zip up.

"The initial project proposal you gave me this aft was good. We need to go forward with it, but we need a more detailed one before I take it upstairs." Bill informed me. "Give Lori the details and she can work on the presentation part while you work on the actual written part. We need this asap... Tomorrow morning first thing will be fine."

With that Bill turned and walked away without waiting for an answer or anything. 

I stood there staring at Lori slightly stunned at the fact I almost got caught literally with my pants down and Lori sucking on my cock. Lori was trying to suppress a giggle.

I returned to my desk shaking to try and gather the info Lori would need to do her part. I no longer had to worry about my tent; it was long gone and wouldn't be back for a while. Which was a good thing since it would take a couple of hours to finish what Bill wanted and to work with Lori to get the presentation part done.

I gave Lori the details and a quick explanation of what was needed. Lori was no help as she kept pawing between my legs. Fortunately or unfortunately, I was able to maintain some semblance of control.

It was six-thirty by the time I finished my part. Lori was almost finished her part as she waited for the last detail I needed to provide. I emailed everything to both Lori and Bill.

"Done!" She beamed. "Come over and we can review it together."

"Why don't we take your PC over to the boardroom and review it on the big screen to see what it will really look like?" I suggested. Lori nodded and agreed enthusiastically.

I closed the door to the room and darkened the room as Lori set everything up. Lori was reaching across the large conference table to get the video cable. Her ass was sticking towards me. I reached underneath and started to finger her pussy. It was already dripping.

"Oooh!" Lori squealed in mock surprise and then whimpered. "Mmm..."

She reach behind and unzipped me. My cock burst out from the opening. The high slit in the back of her skirt made access easy as I pushed myself into her hot cunt.

"Oh fuck! Yeah, Geo! That's what I wanted all day." Lori moaned. "Your cock is so hard...So deep! It feels so good inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I started slamming my hips hard into her ass. Her cunt squeezed and sucked at me. I warned her. "Lori! I'm can't last much longer."

"Yes, Geo. Cum inside me! I want your cum inside me! I need your cum inside me!" Lori was thrashing.

That was enough to push me over the edge. I started spewing a massive amount of pent up cum into her unprotected womb. 

"Oh, fuck, Geo! I can feel it splash inside me!" Lori groaned. "Give it to me! Give me all your cum!"

I emptied my balls inside her until I had nothing left to shoot. 

Exhausted, my softening cock slid from her. I fell back onto a chair. Lori remained bent over the table with her legs still apart. White goo started to leak from her gaping hole and down her thigh.

"Knock! Knock!" Someone at the door jolted us back to reality. 

Lori bolted straight up as I tucked and zipped myself.

The door opened and in peeked Bill. "Thought I heard something in here. Oh I see the presentation. Geo, I read the details quickly so maybe we can review it and the presentation together."

There was a pregnant pause as Bill took a sniff of air. I'm sure it smelled of sex but he said nothing. 

Lori sat in the chair next to me at the back of the table while Bill sat closer to the screen. As we reviewed the presentation, Lori fingered herself and would wipe her wetness on my lips. 

"Everything looks really good. I'll show it to the upper muckity mucks and then you guys can do the formal presentation later for official approval." Bill informed us as he stood up to leave. "I think this will give you guys a big bonus next month. You guys work well together. There are some other projects you guys can work on. Keep it up!"

"Thanks, Bill." I replied.

"Yeah, thanks Bill" Added Lori. "I don't think Geo will have any problems keeping it up!"



Office Girl



Coming out of my dazed moment of imagined passion, I hear her as she calls my name telling me that there's another 'crisis' moment on the other end of the phone line. I walk toward her desk instead of telling her to transfer the call to the phone next to me. I know, I know, it's just a cheap thrill for me but I find myself looking to steal any moment when I can get near to her. As I grab the receiver from her hand, I gently brush against her beautiful blond hair. Taking the call, I work to keep a steady voice, still and confident, hearing but not really listening to the person on the other line. Instead, my mind is racing as I gaze down at my secretary as she picks up her trashy novel to begin reading again. 

She always wears something so unbelievably sexy each day. I know that it must make visitors to the office wonder why I don't say something to her. I sometimes wonder if it's completely obvious why I don't. But today, ah, today she is wearing my favorite incredibly short skirt. Her delicious legs so tan and creamy smooth just begging to be caressed. I move around to lean against her desk while holding the receiver to my ear, all the while knowing that if I get into the right position I may be able to get her to show a bit of her world to me. 

That song, yep, I always loved that song by Jon Mayer. Now the words really hit home for me as I imagine us by ourselves in a moment like that described in the song. The door opens to the outer office as I hang up the phone. As she turns to greet the person entering, I cast a quick glance down to her firm but supple breasts pressing tightly against her Abercrombie t shirt. That teal colored bra showing through the material just teasing me to reach out and free them. I realize I better get my focus back to work as I look up to notice that she caught my wandering eyes...again. Heading back into my office I let her know that I'll be in working on a report and won't be able to be disturbed except for a dire emergency. 

Shutting my door behind me, I walk over to my desk and sit back in my chair. I slowly move my hand down to caress my stiffening cock through my pants. I close my eyes and picture her in her sexy outfit, imagining her as she sits reading one of her smutty books as she often does when things slow down to a lull. I think about how wet she gets reading the steamy descriptions of lovers letting themselves loose on each other. As my mind begins to race, I feel my shaft harden in my grip. I continue to imagine her moving her hand down between her legs, her pulse quickening with each sentence she reads. 

Suddenly...the door opens to the office... "Damn" I think to myself, I forgot to lock the door behind me. There I am, laying back in my chair with my hand grasping my now rock hard bulge pressing against my pants. I look up with the startled look of a schoolboy caught looking down his teacher's shirt. To my instant surprise, I see her as she turns and gently closes the door shut, turning the lock and hearing the 'click' of the lock echo in my ears. Tilting her head to one side, she bats her beautiful brown eyes at me as she looks at me, still frozen in the same position I was in when she opened the door. 

Suddenly, her mouth opens and she says, "I know you only said to bother you in a dire emergency, but, I think this qualifies" as she teasingly lifts her short little mini skirt up to reveal the most delicious looking wet spot between her legs on her teal colored thong. I finally break my frozen state and motion her over to me with me head. Her confident stride belying her age and inexperience. My heart pounds knowing I had never before crossed over any personal and professional boundries with anyone, let alone, an 18 year old working for me on a summer job as a secretary. 

As she comes around the side of my desk, she continues to take control by straddling me on the chair. Her arms wrap around me and I take my hands and grab her on each side, absorbing the moment as she tosses her hair back and I slide my hands up along her back, pressing her to me. Our mouths connect in a passionate kiss, finally unleashed. The intensity heightened by the taboo nature of the interlude. I feel her soft wetness as she grinds down on my bulging cock, now aching to be released from the tight confines of my pants. Her breasts press against my chest as we continue to kiss. 

As we probe each other with our tongues, my hands begin to lift her tight little Abercrombie shirt as if it were Christmas morning and I was opening the gift of a lifetime. She pulls back and raises her arms just long enough for the top to fly off. I begin to kiss her on her neck and, out of the corner of my eye, I see her breasts heaving with passion begging to be set free from her teal bra.

Suddenly, she pushes me back in the chair and, in one swift motion, tears my shirt open sending buttons flying all around the room. I pull my arms forward to get out of the shirt and I use my right hand to come up her front as my left hand cradles her gorgeous ass. I quickly and expertly flick open her front hook bra with my right forefinger and thumb freeing her gorgeous tits to the sultry air filling the room. Feeling like a high school boy again, I slowly run my left hand up along her smooth stomach cupping the bottom of her breast while my right hand wrapped around her ass and pulled her tightly to me. My left hand grazing up over her erect nipple as I gently push her back. She complies and arches her back as she follows my motion. I continue my kisses along the side of her outstretched neck using my lips to gently suck while kissing along her exposed breast. As I approach her nipple, I use to my tongue to gently circle around her aereola slowing down along the bottom of her breast long enough to trace the contour of her heavenly endowment. 

Slowy, I move in and close my lips over her rock hard nipple, gently but firmly sucking her tit between my lips and using my tongue to tease her nipple as if I were rubbing my pre cum covered cock around it. In response, I feel her grind down harder on my crotch...pressing her soft, wet opening against my raging hard on. Not able to stand it, I wrap my arms around her and lift her, kissing her deeply and feeling her press her tits against my chest as I bring her to rest on top of my desk.

As I set her down, I use my hand to direct her to lay back and relax as she lets her legs spread apart, hanging over the edge. I move my hands down along her side and unfasten her skirt. Pulling her skirt down, she picks her legs up to help me pull it off. I begin to kiss her along her outstretched calf, moving my kisses gently up along to the inside of her thigh. I can smell her sweetness begging for my tongue. As I softly suck and kiss my way along the inside of her creamy thigh, I take my hands and wrap them around the elastic band of her thong. Pulling them down, she lifts her hips and excitedly helps as I remove the last piece of clothing on her stunning body. Standing in front of her, shirtless, I move my mouth so gently over her soaking wet pubic mound. Leaning into her intoxicating beauty, I use my tongue to separate her labia, drinking in her wetness. My tongue begins to trace around her clit and moving along her wet slit slowly entering her a bit further with each stroke of the tongue. 

As my mouth moves up and down along her wet, engorged pussy, I feel her hips move in rhythm to my strokes. She presses her open pussy against my tongue with each longing lick, fucking my mouth harder with each stroke. Flitting my tongue into her hole, I move up and wrap my lips around her clit, sucking and kissing as I slip first my middle and then add my index finger deep inside. As I suck and kiss on her clit I rub my fingers together and I slide them in and out of her open pussy. The sound of her squeezing my fingers makes my cock throb and I can feel the wet pre cum forming on the head. I increase the speed of my fingers moving in and out as I kiss her clit and rub my fingers so that they are grazing against her sensitive G spot deep inside. Her thrusting hips rise and lower in rapid succession as I hear her cry out in ecstasy as her first wave of orgasm begins to pass through her body. My face is quickly covered in her creamy cum as I open my mouth to lick her clean. 

As the rhythmic gyrations of her hips begins to slow, she lifts her quivering body up as I rise to meet her mouth with a deep, wet kiss, letting her taste her own love juice from my mouth. I feel her hands reach for my belt buckle and quickly, I feel her rip my pants open letting them drop to the floor, my belt clip and phone flying off as they land with a thud. I briefly wonder what is being heard outside the door but I quickly put it out of my mind as I see this angelic beauty grasping my rock hard shaft in her hands and licking the pre cum from the engorged head of my cock. Ooh, the feeling is unbelievable as this 'girl next door' type expertly slides my entire cock into her throat. Sliding my cock in and then out as I rest back in my chair, I place my hands on her head, caressing her silky smooth blonde hair and guiding the motion of her head as her mouth lovingly worships every last inch of my thick, pulsating member. 

As her tongue continues to slide up along the bottom of my shaft and encircling the head, I begin to feel my cum begin to boil inside of my sack. Wanting to savor every last moment of lovemaking, I follow her motion so that I withdraw my shaft from her mouth as she pulls her head backward. I look down to see her look up with those big brown eyes as if to say, 'I need you deep inside of me, NOW!' Without speaking any words, she stands up so that I can see her exquisitely naked body, flush with passion, and aching for more, standing in front of me. In an instant, she lifts first her left leg and then her right as she, again, straddles me on the chair, this time, our skin free to connect with each other in every way. 

I feel my cock throbbing in anticipation as she grasps the shaft to steady it under her open and willing fuck hole. I am pinned in my chair, completely at the mercy of this incredible sex goddess, my entire body aching to feel her pussy wrap around my pulsating cock. She slowly lowers herself until the head of my cock, again glistening with my pre cum, is touching the drenched opening of her pussy. I feel her as she rubs her slit apart with the head of my cock, handling me as if I were the stick shift to a high performance European sports car. Her eyes lock onto mine and I see her lick her lips with eager anticipation and a smile, knowing that my pre cum is mixing with her juices along the opening to her love hole. And just like that, she lowers herself, absorbing all nine inches of me deep inside her tunnel. Her mouth closes over mine as our tongues ravage each other. My hands slide under her firm ass cheeks as I lift and lower her down onto my cock. I feel her as she rocks her hips back and forth and my cock fills her silken cavern. My lifting motion and her grinding motion are in perfect rhythm as we kiss for what seems to be, paradoxically, both an eternity and yet, only a blink of the eye. Her pussy muscles grasping and pulling my shaft ever more deeply as I penetrate her as if to become one with her soul. I am completely amazed and helpless by this unbelievable nymph giving me the most erotic moment in my life. 

As our cum begins to build, I lift her up and slam her down with the unbridled force of a wild animal, impaling her on my rod, feeling her pussy grabbing me so tightly that I have to use all of my strength to continue to lift her as we fuck. As the pace of our fucking quickens, I feel her pussy rapidly contract, first opening and then tightly squeezing shut around my pole working to milk my cum into her love chamber. I begin to feel my balls as they are about to erupt in ecstasy, we break our kiss as she throws her head back, thrusting her tits up toward my mouth, I hear her let out a scream of passion as I feel her clit against the base of my shaft and I let my cum blast deep inside of her pussy, filling her with my thick, ropey cum, she continues to grind against my cock as her orgasm passes through her like the crescendo of a thunderous boom from a lightning bolt striking right nearby. I continue to squeeze out my cum as her pussy contracts and pulls my seed deep inside. My hands cupping her ass cheeks and my mouth kissing her breast I feel her collapse over my shoulder, her sweaty blonde locks fanned out over my back as we exhale in such sweet exhaustion. We catch our breaths and look back into each other's eyes, knowing, without speaking, that this was only the beginning of something incredibly special...and forbidden.... 

More adventures of B and S to follow...



Office Girl



Maribeth had not been working long at the office before she set her mind on seducing Mike. He reminded her of the tall, strong soap opera men. Actually, she had read up on this company and saw a picture of this young vice president. "Good enough to eat," she had said outloud. 

She even fantasized about seducing him on her way to her interview, pushing her skirt up and slipping her finger inside of her panties. She wondered, as her finger gently massaged her clitoris, if she might see him that morning and what she might do if she did.

"I could wink at him and lick my lips in a slow, seductive way," she thought and then giggled outloud. "No I don't want him to wonder, I want him to know that I want to fuck him, not just tease him," she decided. But, how would she do that without the whole office knowing what she had in mind.

Maribeth had left early for the interview. Actually, she left an hour before she needed to be there. Since she wasn't in a hurry, she decided that fingering herself and fantasizing about Mike would put her in the right frame of mind for an interview.

She drove slowly through the city, watching the traffic but all the while playing out a steamy encounter in the office with the sexiest vice president she had ever laid eyes on. Her finger left her clitoris and dove deep inside of her, slipping in and out. Maribeth's heart began beating faster, her breath more labored as she pulled up to a red light. It was a pleasantly warm summer morning and her windows were down, leaving nothing to the imagination of the other drivers.

"Oh, Mike.....Oh, Mike......I've got something you're gonna like," Maribeth said between heavy breathing. A car load of college boys were in the lane next to her and couldn't believe the free show they were getting.

"Hey, Hey baby....whatcha got going on in those panties?" Said the driver, a dark-haired young man with flashing green eyes. 

Maribeth was startled, as she had truly been in her own world. "Oh My God," Maribeth said in a startled voice. 

"Don't stop, baby girl," said the diver, "In fact, why don't you just pull over to that parking lot over there. It would be much safer, and we...we could help you out...if you know what I mean."

"Uh...no....," Maribeth said shyly, "What do you mean?" Of course, Maribeth knew exactly what they meant as she turned in to the parking lot. "Yee Haw," shouted the carload of guys.

"Boys, boys....," Maribeth said firmly, "I have an interview in 45 minutes. I need help with feeling confident. Would one of you like to, uh....build up my self esteem?" she giggled and pulled her satin blouse up far enough to reveal the fact that she had not warn a bra. 

Maribeth's heart was racing and her twat was rapidly moistening in anticipation of a good quick fuck. The driver of the car started to open his car door when all of a sudden...."SHIT! It's the cops...." The boys rolled up the windows and sped away.

Unfortunately, Maribeth was stradling the console in her front seat and was unable to get back into the driver seat before the police officer was leaning in her window. "Uh...Uh....I can explain," Maribeth said rapidly. 

"I'm sure you can, Miss," the officer said, "and you can start your explaining right over there." The officer was pointing to an alley behind the strip mall. 

"Yes sir," Maribeth answered. "Uh, Officer...I do have an interview I need to be to in...uh....30 minutes. I can't be late," Maribeth pleaded. 

"That, missy, is entirely up to you. Now, follow me," the officer walked off toward the alley.

"It was like this," Maribeth began, "I was at the stoplight and I was so nervous, and...and...when I get nervous I start fidgeting with my clothes. I wasn't really taking them off, it just looks like it." 

"I really don't give a shit about your story, honey. I just like the look of your lips and I think they would fit around my horny cock real nice. Now, what do you think. And...you better think fast because, didn't you say you had an....interview?" The officer smiled and unzipped his pants. 

"Damn," Maribeth mumbled with a mouth full of cock, "I sure hope he comes quickly. I don't want to miss my interview." Maribeth grabbed the officer's ass and roughly rocked him in and out of her face, tightly grasping his dick in her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. Luckily it was all over in a matter of a few minutes and she was on her way, with only a warning. A warning to come back to his beat real soon.

Maribeth always carried a clean up kit in her car, for times such as this. She brushed her hair and used babywipes to clean up. At 5 minutes until 10 she was walking in to the reception area of a beautiful office building.

"Hi, I'm Maribeth Meuret," she said professionally, "I have an interview at 10. The receptionist handed her a clipboard with an application and asked her to take a seat and fill it out. Maribeth walked slowly over to the overstuffed couch. She turned around and prepared to sit down, and then....she looked up. To her amazement, there he was..... Mike Brown. 

"God," she thought, "I want to fuck that man." At that moment, he looked up and they made eye contact. 

Maribeth felt faint and started to loose her balance. She dropped the clipboard, thinking to herself what a spectable she was making of herself. It didn't stop there. Maribeth was wearing 3 inch heels and totally lost her balance. Down she went onto the couch, her side slit skirt inching up and revealing her beautiful thigh and a lacy panty leg.

Mike was over to the coach in just seconds. "Miss, Miss...are you okay?" he asked. Of course he was noticing the beautiful sight displayed in front of him. 

Maribeth was speechless and decided she had probably blown the interview but maybe this would be the way to get Mike to notice her. She responded in a small quiet voice, "I'm so sorry," Maribeth said in a tearful voice. 

"Should I call an ambulance," Mike asked? 

"No, if I could just rest a few minutes.....maybe in a quiet office???" Maribeth suggested, "maybe your office?"

Mike swept Maribeth up and carried her to his office and laid her gently down on the couch. Maribeth didn't release her arms from around Mike's neck and pulled him close to her mouth. "Shut the door," Maribeth softly ordered. 

"Yes Ma'am," Mike responded. Mike rose up and walked to his office door. He looked around in the hallway, all eyes were upon him as he closed the door, and locked it. 

Mike turned slowly around. In the short time it took him to do that one task, Maribeth had slipped out of her satin blouse and skirt. She was stretched out on his couch in a Victoria's Secret lace bra and panty set. "Wanna know what will make me feel all better?" Maribeth said slyly. 

"Tell me.....whatever it is....WHATEVER it is....I will do it," Mike responded.

Maribeth was mindful that the office was not closed and that the office staff was outside in the hallway wondering what in the hell was going on. So Maribeth whispered, "Mike....I want you to pull my panties and bra off with your teeth and then I want you to explore my PUSSY with your TONGUE." 

When Maribeth raised her voice to say "Pussy" and "Tongue" Mike quickly placed his hand over her mouth. "Baby, I want to do everything you want me to do and then some, but we have got to be quiet. "Okay, Mike," Maribeth said softly, "I'll be good as long as you let me SUCK YOUR DICK!!!!!" Maribeth giggled loudly. 

Mike lost his temper at this outburst and slapped her ass. "Ouch! Why did you fucking hit me?" Maribeth demanded loudly. At this point, unknown to Maribeth and Mike, the CEO was making his way to Mike's office. He stood outside the door, listening. 

"Mike, I came here to fuck you and suck you, not to get hit by you," Maribeth said angrily. 

"Girl, I don't even know you, and I don't make a habit of fucking strange girls, though I was about to make an exception. You, however, have been very bad and have made too much noise. You need a good spanking to get you properly ready to take my cock. Maribeth tried to get up off the couch, but Mike was on her and holding her down while he slipped a set of handcuffs on her small wrists.

The CEO, still at the door, turned around to see the office staff all listening intently. "You can all go home, I will handle this. You don't need to listen to any more of this trash," he stated, and sent them all home.

After the front door was locked, he went to the key box and took out the master key to the offices. Gary had been the CEO for nearly 20 years and had resented Mike's rapid promotions in the company. Now, not only was Mike getting promoted, he was also getting pussy.

Gary slipped the key into the keyhole and quietly turned the knob. Mike had Maribeth handcuffed and by this time, he was in the process of tying each of her ankles to the desk legs. Gary stood in the doorway as Mike then began licking Maribeth's pussy. He wasn't doing it slowly; he was doing it like a madman, breathing rapidly in and out. Maribeth wasn't saying anything, and Gary noticed Mike had gagged her.

All of a sudden, Mike stopped his tongue fucking and stood up. "Well, Maribeth, are you ready to behave now? Do you need another spanking?" Mike demanded. 

Mike knelt down and removed the gag from her mouth. "Yes sir, I'm ready to behave. And....if you want to spank me again, that would be fine," Maribeth answered. 

"That would be fine?" Mike said sarcastically? "I don't have to ask you for permission." With that, Mike untied Maribeth's ankles and pulled her up on her feet. "Bend over, bitch. Bend over and take what's coming to you," Mike ordered.

Maribeth quickly complied. Mike spanked her over and over again until her ass was pink. Then she heard him unzip his pants. She started to rise up but Mike pushed her over, saying, "Hang on, baby, for the ride of your life." 

Gary was still standing at the door, but now he sporting a bulge the size of Texas. His cock ached to join in. He could no longer stand there and be only a spectator.

"What is this?" Gary demanded, "fucking on office time?" Gary did not allow time for either Mike or Maribeth to answer. He walked right up to Maribeth, who was bent over, unzipped his pants, and thrust his 9-inch cock into her mouth and stated, "Mike, I assume you will be bringing up the rear? Carry on then, son." 

Mike stood there momentarily, and then grabbed Maribeth's ass cheeks and slowly slipped his cock into her virgin ass. Each stroke Mike took forced Maribeth to lunge deeper onto Gary's cock. With each lunge, Maribeth just sucked harder and tighter. 

Gary could feel the climax building as he let go of Maribeth's hair and grabbed her tits. Maribeth's nipples were hard and aching to be pinched. Though Maribeth couldn't voice her wishes, Gary understood her need and squeezed her nipples until her muffled cry let him know he had gone just a little too far.

Maribeth pulled her mouth off of Gary's throbbing cock. She moistened her hands with the cum that was beginning to seep out of the swollen head of the CEO's cock. Maribeth glided her hands tightly up and down his cock. Gary began moaning and leaned back, resting on the desk. "Damn girl, you are fucking good....fucking good." 

"Sir, I need a job," Maribeth said breathlessly as she stroked his cock, "I need a job really bad, sir." 

"Girl, you can give me a blow job, a hand job any day of the week.....if you want to work here and just pretend you are a secretary, that would be great. And, honey...you can call me Gary, after all this, you can call me Gary."  

"Gary," Marybeth cooed while she continued stroking him, "If I come to work for you, will you let me suck your big fucking cock whenever I want?" 

"Oh, baby, you can suck it, ride it, and take it in your sweet ass," Gary answered. 

"Oh goody," Maribeth giggled.

"AAAAHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHH.......MmmmmmOOOOOOhhhhhhh," Mike yelled as he came in Maribeth's ass, oblivious to the fact that Maribeth was quite enjoying Gary.

"Mike," Mary asked politely, "Please be a dear and wipe up the mess you left on my ass. I need to get cleaned up and report to work as Gary's personal secretary." 

Mike gasped and Gary just laughed. "Son, you may be younger, but I've got a few more years experience....and a few more inches. 



Office Girl



I walked into the building wearing a skin-tight black mini dress, very low-cut and so short that it barely covered by round and toned butt. Red high heels completed my attire. I knew my colleagues were eying me in shock, but I couldn't care less. I had only one desire - to make my fantasy come true. I couldn't hold back any longer. All I wanted was for my new young and damn attractive boss to make love to me in his office...on his desk. 

As soon as I entered his office, I saw his eyes opening wide and they lingered on my breasts which were bulging out of my too tight dress. Nature's been kind to me. I ambled slowly towards his desk, swaying my hips provocatively. He followed my every movement. As I came nearer, I knew he was staring at my nipples which showed through my lacy bra and the thin silky material of my dress. I wanted his hot mouth all over me and it was all I could do not to rip off my clothes and squat on him right then. 

He finally asked me to have a seat. I did so crossing my slender legs so that he could admire their full length. The slightest movement would reveal my underwear...red laced with black for passion. And I did shift positions a few times so that he could have an eyeful. I could see he wanted me. I rejoiced as he gazed at my sexy body, my hot generous curves and delayed on my soft bare skin.

"I see you have the documents," he said finally.

I handed them to him and as he started to leaf through them, I stood up and bent seductively over his desk. 

"I haven't been able to print this page, Sir, I think the information isn't correct," I said pointing to some insignificant line with my pen. 

"Hmm" was all he could let out while he smelled my scent and adjusted his thoughts to the fact that my voluptuous and rosy boobs were so close to his mouth.

I tantalizingly brought up my pen to my luscious lips and he duly followed it. My lips were red and moist, unveiling my arousal. I parted them slightly and while he watched, entranced, I brought the pen further down to the curve of my breasts, by now even more ample with all the excitement. I felt that they would pop out of my tight dress, revealing my hardened pink-tipped nipples. He cleared his throat. 

"That's a very low cut dress you've got there," he drawled with a gleam in his eyes.

"Oh! I'm sorry Sir. I thought you'd like it."

"I quite love it, but it's not appropriate for the office," he stated.

"Sorry Sir. Would you like me to take it off?" I replied playfully.

It was then that he rose, came round the desk and stood inches next to me. "Maybe I could help you with that," he murmured in my ear.

"Yes, please," I begged, too aroused and breathless to think of any witty replies anymore. 

He brought his sensual lips to my neck and kissed me softly. I wanted more. I held my breath. He enlaced me, his hands reached my derriere and massaged it as a promise for more. Our lips met and I felt an explosion of sensations. His tongue explored my mouth while his hands worked their way under my dress to grasp my butt. I sighed. His fingers molded my flesh and I moved rhythmically against him. While giving me those long wet kisses, he went on to unzip my dress...in an achingly slow manner. Soon I was standing in front of him with nothing more than my lacy bra, my red pair of string and my high heels. He took my flushed breasts in his hands and squeezed them hard while kissing my bare shoulders. I let out whimpers of pleasure. I could feel his hardness against my naked body and I started to unbutton his shirt. He deftly unhooked my bra and lay me down on his desk. He stared at my bare breasts with a greedy look in his eyes. My nipples were hard, awaiting his sexy lips. "Suck me babe," I begged. His tongue licked my boobs all over and soon he was sucking my nipples while his fingers found their way to my wetness. I nearly screamed. 

"I want to fuck you bad, " he said hoarsely, "you're so sexy, so hot, damn.. so wet." He then brought his tongue to my wet pussy and licked my engorged lips. I groaned with ecstasy. As the tip of his tongue played with my clit, I whined and supplicated "I'm so wet for you... I want you to fuck me..pleaase."

I sat up, tightened my legs around him at the edge of the table and begging him to fill me, I quickly undid the button on his pants to hold his erect penis. It was just like I had dreamed - a long, hard and strong erection. I rubbed it up and down. He moaned. I wanted him to fuck me right there, but I couldn't resist taking his hardness in my mouth. So I sucked him like a lollipop, my hot and wet tongue licking, sucking and flicking teasingly while my hands kneaded his firm ass. I enjoyed sucking his hard dick, tasting his skin in expectation of what's to come. He groaned and moaned and soon he couldn't wait any longer. He quickly got rid of my underwear, leaving on my high heels... and holding my butt, he thrust deep and hard in me. I whined with pleasure. My breasts were pressed against his chest and his hands held my ass tight. He thrust again and again...harder and harder, faster and faster, fucking me wildly as promised. His penis was rock hard inside me, ramming in and out, gliding in and out of my wet pussy almost savagely... I loved that raw, untamed style of his...I whined and whimpered, moaned and screamed as I came.