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Office Harem Ch. 01

By: GSMan



With many thanks to sdbnnc for her help with editing.

It had been a difficult few months since my wife died. After the initial rallying round of the extended family, I got my daughter into a nursery near our home, and things were approaching a new normality, but that was about to change, unbeknownst to me.

Frances, one of the women from my office lived several stops further up the same railway line from my stop; we frequently got the train together. One Friday evening, although Frances couldn't leave the office when I did, she caught up with me just as I boarded the train. As she sat down next to me, her right hand resting on my right forearm, as she said, "Oh, I'm so glad I caught you -- I mean, this train," she said. "It's been such a busy week."

"Month-end reports again?"

"Yes," she replied. "And the Board papers as well!"

"No wonder you've had a hectic week. Still, at least it's the weekend, and you can relax now."

We chatted the rest of the journey to my station. Frances was very careful not to probe too deeply into how I was doing. Instead she concentrated her question on my daughter, and how she was getting on. As we pulled in to my station, I excused myself, got up and went to step into the aisle. Frances couldn't turn her legs to the side because too many other people were standing in the aisle. I squeezed past her and froze; I was certain, absolutely certain, that my bottom had been gently but deliberately stroked. I got out into the aisle, and said, "Cheerio!" to Frances. She kept a straight face, but then winked as she replied. I didn't know what to make of it.

On Monday evening, I was on the train before Frances. I put my suitcase on the seat next to me to keep it for her, as I'd seen her just a few people behind me in the queue. I had taken the seat at the aisle this time. Frances arrived and, as she went to move past me, the train jerked pulling away from the platform. Frances seemed to lose her balance, and landed in my lap. As she fell down, my hands grabbed her waist, and then slid upwards as she moved downwards. My left hand ended up touching the side of her left breast. I wasn't sure if the wiggle she gave on my lap before she slid across to her seat was deliberate or not. Either way, it meant that my hand pressed into her breast even more as her breasts jiggled.

"Sorry about that," we both said at the same time.

"It's ok," "It's alright," we both said together.

"It was an accident. Freak timing on the train moving," I said. "Don't worry about it."

"So, how was your weekend?" Frances asked.

The rest of the journey passed with small talk. Nothing untoward happened, though I noticed that Frances seemed to be touching me slightly more than usual. Just before I got off the train, her hand rested on my leg, and there was a deliberate and definite squeeze. "See you tomorrow," she said, as I got up to leave.

"Will do," was the only response I could make as my brain churned.

I probably should describe Frances; in her mid- to late 30's, about ten years older than I, and about 5' 5", she is a brunette with a shoulder length bob. Frances has a lovely smile, quite a thin nose, and an hourglass figure with breasts around 36E or even slightly larger. Following the births of her triplets, she had a slight tummy; her ass is rounded, reasonably broad in proportion with her chest. Her thighs are slim viewed from the front, and nice and broad viewed from the side. She always wears tight-fitting skirts and tops or dresses, with high-heeled shoes or boots. She is a sexy, mature woman.

On the way to my home, I couldn't help wondering what had just happened, what had possibly happened on Friday, and what it all might mean. I was confused. Still, at least looking after my daughter meant that I wouldn't worry over it all night.

In work the next morning, I was told that I needed to visit various construction sites over the next few weeks, and that I'd be out of the office a reasonable amount. I was to get a hire car the next day for the first visit on Thursday. I went to Reception to book the hire car, and found that Frances was there. Caroline, the usual receptionist, was off sick. It was slightly awkward, but I was leaving early, so I didn't see Frances on the train home.

On the Thursday, work went normally until my hire car arrived. Caroline was still off sick, so I collected the keys from Frances. They were in an envelope, which was unusual, but I didn't realise that it also contained a note until I got back to my desk;

"Duncan, I'm sorry that I've made you uncomfortable around me with my actions on the train recently. Can you give me a chance to explain? Can you give me a lift home tonight? Frances, X."

I really didn't know what was going on. I emailed Frances to say that I had her note, and that I could give her a lift home as my daughter was picked up by her aunt and given her dinner on Thursday nights, after which I picked her up and brought her home. 

At the end of the day, I called at Frances' desk. I had to wait for about five minutes as she was speaking to the office director on the phone. When she was finished, we headed to the underground car park. I enjoyed watching her breasts jiggle as we walked down the stairs. Finding the car, we got in. I noticed a flash of creamy skin under her skirt; she obviously was wearing stockings. Once we drove out of the car park, Frances started to talk. We chatted as I drove onto the motorway. 

Shortly after we got onto the motorway, whilst still conversing, Frances reached over and undid the fly on my trousers. She pulled my cock from my boxers and trousers, and leaned over to give me a blowjob. There was nothing I could do, except continue to drive the car. I have to confess that it was hugely exciting, having this beautiful, mature woman bobbing her head up and down, her moist lips surrounding my shaft and her tongue licking the head as I drove along the motorway. Eventually, we came to the junction for the road to the town that Frances lived in. The traffic lights were against us, so I had to stop, and finally was able to lift Frances' head from my cock.

"What was that for?" I asked. "Frances, what's going on?"

Frances looked down at her hands, clasped in her lap.

"It's Paul," she said. "I hardly see him these days, he's so busy working. When I do, we're more like friends than husband and wife."

"I see, at least, I think I do," I replied.

"I admire you so much for the way that you've coped since your wife died," Frances continued.

"It's been difficult; lonely at times, as well. I just have to get on with it for my daughter," I replied.

"I know. With hardly seeing Paul, I find it difficult looking after the triplets, but what else can I do?" Frances asked.

I replied, "Have you spoken to him about it? Told him how you feel?"

The traffic lights started to change as Frances responded; "I've tried, but it's like he doesn't want to know. I know you can't help me speak to him, I just want you in my bed." I was so shocked that I stalled the car.

"What?" I was incredulous. "But I can't. You're married!"

"I know, but these days, it seems as though I'm married in name only," Frances replied.

"You're really attractive, but I don't know. There's so much for you to lose, and it could get so complicated at work," I explained.

"Won't you at least think about it?" she asked.

"Of course, I will," I responded.

Our conversation moved on a bit, though haltingly at first. At one point, Frances' mobile phone rang with a call from her mother sayings wouldn't be able to take Frances' kids home as their car had broken down. Frances raised an inquiring eyebrow at me and, after I nodded in response, said that she would pick them up. After wrapping up the call, Frances said she'd explain me as a friend from work. 

Once her children were in the car, she did so, although the kids didn't seem too concerned. I think Frances wanted to ensure everything looked innocent in case one of the kids mentioned the ride his Dad. As I dropped them off at Frances' house, she leaned back into the car, allowing me a last, lingering look at her cleavage. She invited me over for dinner the following evening when my daughter would be staying overnight with aunt. Once Frances added that her husband was away on business for the weekend, I accepted.

I struggled to maintain concentration on my regular tasks that night and through the next day on the construction site – not a safe place when one is not alert and focused on the job at hand! After arriving home, I quickly cleaned up and dressed, and then drove to Frances' house. I arrived just as her parents were picking up her children. I was introduced briefly, and Frances explained to her parents that, unfortunately, some of her other guests had cancelled. I discovered, after she waved goodbye to her kids and parents, and closed the front door behind her, that "some of the guests" really meant "all the other guests".

Frances got a drink for me; as she leaned over to place it on the coffee table, it was obvious that her breasts were unconfined by a bra. Her low-cut, loose fitting blouse drooped open, making her free-hanging breasts and reddish-brown nipples clearly visible. 

As she stood up, Frances looked at me and asked, "Do you like?"

I responded, "Very much so. I look forward to seeing more of them later."

Frances sat in an armchair placed near the end of the sofa where I sat. I hadn't seen enough of her moving around to be sure she was wearing a thong, but I certainly hadn't seen any visible panty line despite her very tight skirt. Unfortunately, the tightness of the skirt had a downside -- I couldn't see very far up it! The view I had after she sat was exciting, though – the side slit of the skirt showed her silky stocking topped with lace. 

Although the sexual tension between us was palpable, we chatted until Frances announced our dinner was ready. Frances had prepared a delicious, but light meal, to avoid inhibiting our activities later. Throughout dinner, Frances told me more about the increasing distance she felt with her husband. Frances made it clear she wanted a long-term affair and that she could ultimately leave her husband. Her version of the situation made me think Frances would have abandonment as grounds for divorce.

By the time dinner was over, despite having drunk over a bottle of wine (I thought she needed Dutch courage), Frances began clearing the table. I admired her buttocks as she walked into the kitchen and her breasts as she walked back in to the dining room. When she walked into the kitchen with the last dishes, I followed her. As she bent over to load them into dishwasher, I walked up behind her, and then reached round to cup her breasts through her flimsy top.

My cock already was stiffening; touching Frances' breasts accelerated the process. Frances pushed back against me, and my rock-solid cock pressed against her. I pulled the blouse out of her skirt, and slid my hands underneath it. With our first skin-to-skin contact, a shiver ran through Frances' body. With pressure from my hands, I encouraged Frances to stand so that I could remove her blouse as I turned her to face me. Her heavy, full, breasts rubbed against my chest, and I could feel her nipples standing out proudly as I drew her closer. As I started kissing her, Frances pressed her tongue past my lips, and French-kissed me. Ending the kiss, Frances dropped to her knees, unbuckled my belt, and undid my trousers. Frances placed a hand on either hip at my waist, and then gently and slowly pulled down my underwear and trousers, leaving them bunched around my ankles. After carefully cupping my testicles in her hands, Frances began giving me a blowjob. She was particularly expert at oral sex, varying her actions to bring me close to ejaculation, and then backing off to keep me on the edge.

"Lie down," I instructed.

Frances removed my cock from her mouth to ask, "Pardon?"

"Lie down on your back," I said.

Frances lay down on her back on the kitchen floor as I picked up a bottle of olive oil that was on the counter. Holding the bottle in both hands to warm it slightly, I sat astride her waist. I pushed breasts towards each other, and then dribbled oil into her cleavage. After I put the olive oil down on the floor, I gently rubbed the oil into the valley between her breasts, and up the slopes. Once I had smoothed the lubrication on completely, I leaned forward slightly to press her breasts around my rigid cock, the tip of which extended beyond her breasts, close to her mouth. I began to masturbate, using her breasts, feeling the occasional lick from her tongue against the cock head as my strokes lengthened. It didn't take me long to climax. Quickly releasing her breasts, I raised my cock to pump spurt after spurt of my cum onto Frances' face and neck.

As my orgasm subsided, my cock stayed hard. I helped Frances to her feet. She led me from the kitchen, with my cum dripping from her face down her onto her breasts, out to the conservatory. Once we were in the conservatory, I whispered for her to get down onto her hands and knees. Frances quickly complied, and I knelt behind her before sliding my cock effortlessly into her extremely moist pussy. As I reached the full depth of Frances' pussy, my cock head thrust against her cervix. The impact of my penetration caused her breasts to swing, attracting my attention despite the warm clutching that was exciting my cock. I took hold of Frances' breasts, squeezing them to the rhythm of my cock pumping into and out of her pussy.

My prior ejaculation delayed my second release so that I easily brought Frances to multiple orgasms. After her fourth climax, Frances said she could barely take any more. I brought her to a fifth climax and, as the orgasm hit her, I slid my thumb into her anus. She seemed not to notice, so I replaced it with a couple of my fingers, working them in and out of her, stretching her sphincter. Frances later told me that was the first time anything had penetrated her ass, that she now had a desire for more.

We were both pretty well exhausted after the evening's activities, so we agreed I would head home instead of staying the night. We also agreed this would be only the first time we would have together, although we'd have to be discrete at the office.

Pt. 1, Ch. 2, coming soon

Office Harem Ch. 01 Pt. 2



Thanks for the positive feedback on Office Harem, Pt 1, Ch 1. Thanks are due to sdbnnc for her very kind assistance in editing that chapter and this one. The story continues below.



On Monday, a staff night out was announced for the end of the following week. Frances and I both decided to attend if we could get babysitters or farm out our kids. It turned out that Frances' husband actually would be home that night, so Frances told him that she'd be staying with a female colleague overnight whilst he took over childcare. My daughter would spend the night at a friend's house, supervised by the friend's mother. Frances and I were happy to have another chance to spend time together socially, but we knew we had to guard against appearing like a couple to our co-workers.

When the night out arrived, Frances looked stunning in tight black trousers with a black halter top that was cut so that the sides of her breasts showed, and was so low at the back it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Frances' large heavy breasts pointed very slightly downwards; they were remarkably perky considering she was a mother of three children. In keeping with our low profile at the gathering, we had agreed that, as I began to talk about leaving, Frances would say that she wasn't feeling too well. I would offer to walk Frances to the train station and see her on the correct train, since that was the train I took as well.

Frances and I enjoyed the night out with our colleagues, and our departure plan was going well, until one of Frances' Admin Department colleagues offered to walk her to the station or even to let her sleep back at her flat. Frances managed to convince the co-worker that she preferred to go home, but we couldn't shake the escort to the train station. Frances and I had to keep our distance, and Frances had to continue acting ill (but not too ill) longer than anticipated. Once we had our tickets and were boarding, Frances' colleague left us to head home on her own.

Once we were safely on board the train, Frances sat in the aisle seat and turned towards me. As we kissed, my hands moved under her jacket to her bare skin, stroking her back and the sides of her breasts. Frances pulled the side of her blouse up over her left breast, exposing it to my right hand whilst shielding it from the other passengers by her body. I ran my hand over her pendulous breast and her rapidly stiffening nipple. We continued kissing until the conductor came to check our tickets. 

Although Frances kept her back turned whilst I showed our tickets to the conductor, the conductor's eyes kept looking to the side of me. As I watched the conductor, her lips parted and she licked them. Glancing back, I saw that the conductor was looking at the reflection of Frances' breast in the window, so I shifted position, giving the conductor a full view of Frances. The conductor's nipples were starting to tent her blouse; I discretely passed her one of my cards, and mouthed that she should call or text if she was free in the morning. Although she nodded, she glanced at the back of Frances' head and raised a questioning eyebrow. I nodded and winked, and then she left with a smile.

As we approached the station nearest my home, Frances tucked her breast back into her top. While we waited to disembark, we stood next to the conductor.  At one point, Frances stiffened, and I looked at her questioningly. She mouthed, "My bum." I frowned. "She's touching my bum," Frances whispered. "She likes you," I quietly replied. "She saw the reflection of your breast in the window. If you're interested, she may be coming round tomorrow morning. I think it's you she's after."

Frances' mouth fell open, but I noticed she pressed back against the conductor's hand. Then Frances let go of my hand to reach behind her to cup the conductor's crotch through her slacks. The conductor breathed in deeply, but did not move away from Frances' hand. I could see that both women were interested – or at least curious – enough that a morning get-together was likely.

When the train stopped at the platform, the conductor moved past Frances to get to the door controls. Frances went out first, and I noticed that she turned, rubbing her breasts across the conductor's back on her way off the train. As I passed the conductor, she said, "I finish in half an hour. I can come round tonight or in the morning, whichever you prefer."

"I'd like to have her to myself tonight," I replied, "call me in the morning."

It crossed my mind that it was surreal to discuss Frances as a possession with a woman we didn't know, especially since we were doing in front of Frances. As Frances and I walked up the station ramp to the main street, passing the cemetery on the way to my house, Frances could barely keep her hands off me. Although Frances' attentions were making walking difficult for me, I put off her suggestion that we go into the cemetery before continuing to my house, responding, "Maybe another time."

Just inside the front door, I took Frances in my arms, and we collapsed onto the stairs kissing passionately. I stripped off her top, marvelling at her breasts as I slid my hand between her legs and up to her crotch. I could feel her heat, and noticed her trousers were damp. Realizing just how ready Frances was for sex, we went up to my bedroom, where we undressed each other. Soon Frances lay on the bed, legs spread; she pulled me down on top of her. The gyrations of her hips against mine made it obvious that Frances wanted my hard cock in her soaking pussy right away.

I slid my cock inside Frances' moist pussy, easily reaching as far as her cervix before beginning to slide back out. When just my cock head remained inside her, I paused, savouring the look of desperation on Frances' face. Need spurring her to action, Frances lifted her legs, using her calves to pull me forwards, and slamming my cock head back against her cervix. I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy; Frances began moaning loudly as waves of ecstasy swamped her. I had yet to come, so I pulled out of her pussy, and told her to get on all fours.

Before I entered Frances from behind, I slid my fingers over her labia and inside her pussy, gathering some of her copious lubrication. I replaced my fingers with my cock, pushing in deeply, and used my wet fingers to play with the tight button of Frances' asshole. I pushed my fingers into Frances' tight asshole one at a time. When all three fingers were buried inside Frances' ass, Frances pushed back against me, forcing my fingers and my cock deeper. Now that I had stretched Frances' asshole, I pulled my cock from her pussy and my fingers from her asshole. As I pressed my cock head against her now loosened asshole, Frances didn't push back but, when I asked if she wanted this, she nodded. When I told her to speak, she said she wanted me inside her, using all of her holes. 

Reassured, I pressed my cock head against her button, feeling it slowly stretch until the head was inside. Having breeched the initial barrier, I let Frances control the rate at which my cock continued entering her asshole. Although I had stretched and loosened Frances' asshole with my fingers, Frances' sphincter was so tight around my cock that I almost lost my load before I was fully inside her. Using my self-control to clamp down on my climax, I held on and eventually my cock was fully buried in her rectum. Frances adjusted to the intrusion of my cock into her ass, and began to sigh and shift her hips, signalling me that she was ready to go on. I withdrew my cock until the swollen cockhead was hard against her sphincter, and then with increasing speed, I began to fuck Frances' asshole. 

I knew Frances would be sore, but the movements got easier for both of us and the sounds Frances was making changed. She clearly was excited by my ravaging her asshole, and I felt pressure increasing in my balls. As I came, I drove my cock deep into Frances' ass, pumping my semen inside. Feeling the contractions of my cock in her ass, Frances began her own orgasm. When we both were finished, we collapsed exhausted onto the bed. I rolled us onto our sides, my slowly deflating cock still held fast by her sphincter.

After a few minutes, Frances suggested we shower. As Frances moved, my cock slipped out of her asshole. I handed Frances a tissue to hold against her asshole until she could get to the toilet. After dropping the tissue into the toilet, Frances expelled what she could from her asshole, wiped her ass, and got into the shower.

In the shower, we washed each other, but I also used my soapy hand to play with Frances' labia and clit, bringing her to close to another orgasm. I knelt in the shower, and held her labia apart as I licked her clit. Within seconds, Frances was cumming; I kept licking, feeling her ejaculate dribble into my mouth and down my chin. Frances' continuing orgasm weakened her knees, and she slumped against the shower wall. I fingered her again, rubbing her clit whilst sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. I finally stopped playing with Frances to give her a chance to recover whilst I showered, carefully cleaning my cock. When I had cleaned up and rinsed, I pulled Frances to her feet, gave her body a final rinse, and switched off the shower. We were exhausted, so we went to bed, falling immediately to sleep.

In the morning, Frances made breakfast wearing an apron and nothing else, providing me with clear views of her pussy and asshole, enhancing my usual morning erection. I retrained myself with difficulty, and Frances and I discussed our relationship over breakfast. Frances again spoke of her loneliness due to her husband working on the other side of the country. She still planned to join him, with the children, once he was established in his new job and their house here was sold. Until she relocated, she hoped we would continue seeing each other whenever possible. 

Frances understood that ours could not be an exclusive relationship; she had to accommodate her husband's marital desires, and I was single, with my own needs that our occasional meetings would not satisfy. Having decided our course, Frances needed to get home. She went upstairs to dress, and I received a text message from the train conductor, asking when she should come over. I responded that I was about to walk Frances to the next train so she could get home. The conductor responded that I should put Frances on the back of the train and then look along the platform; the conductor signed the text, "Claire."

I made sure we had plenty of time to walk to the station so Frances would not miss the next train. Frances dressed to go home in a modest casual outfit, but when she approached me, I pulled up her top. I grasped the right cup of her bra, pulling it away from her body so that I could cut off the tip of the cup with a pair of scissors. I repeated this procedure with the left cup, and then pulled Frances' blouse back into place. I raised Frances' skirt to her waist, used my scissors to trim the crotch from her panties, and then lowered her skirt back into place.

As we walked to the station, Frances' nipples rubbed against the inside of her blouse, exciting them into erect nubs. At the station, whilst waiting for the train, my hands roamed freely over Frances' body whilst we exchanged long, lingering kisses. When the train arrived, I walked Frances to the door the text message requested. I gave Frances' ass a parting squeeze as she got on the train. When I glanced along the platform, I saw Claire, the conductor, at the far end of the platform, wearing a long overcoat. Turning back to the train, I blew Frances a kiss and waved as the train left the platform.

Claire was still standing at the end of the platform; I beckoned for her to come. As Claire approached, she opened her coat, revealing that, underneath the coat, Claire was wearing a dog collar and nothing else. Having given me a brief preview of coming attractions, Claire closed her coat and continued walking toward me on 4" stilettos. 

"It's lovely to see you again, especially so much of you. What's the collar for?" I asked.

"I'm a submissive; I prefer to be dominated," Claire replied.

"In that case, let's go to my house."

What happened next is another story, which I may tell later. I'll certainly tell you what happened next with Caroline.



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Office Harem Ch. 01 Pt. 3



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Frances and I didn't have much opportunity to get together for the next few weeks. During that time, drastic changes in the economy, including a serious downturn in the housing market, made it clear Frances and her husband would not be able to sell their house for the foreseeable future. When Frances called me to discuss this development, she also let me know she would like to expand our recent liaisons into something longer term. We weren't able to coordinate overnight care for our children, so we agreed to meet for dinner. I reserved a table at a smart restaurant, and arrived there a bit ahead of time wearing a suit and tie. When Frances turned up, she looked stunning in a skirt that ended an inch or two above her knees, as well as high heels, fishnets and a tight top that wrapped over her cleavage. 

I gave the waiter our drinks order, and then quietly asked if Frances she wanted to hear my conditions for continuing our relationship. Although Frances looked a bit disconcerted, she nodded. I asked Frances what she was wearing under her clothes, and Frances responded that she was wearing a bra, silk panties and a suspender belt for her fishnets. 

Making sure I had Frances' attention, I instructed, "After our food order is taken, you will ask the waiter or waitress for directions to the toilet. You will enter a stall in the ladies' room and masturbate until you orgasm, letting your pussy juice soak your panties. You then will remove your bra before you return to the table."

Frances' eyes were round and wide, but she made no attempt to interrupt.

"When you return to the table, you will hand me your bra, making no attempt to hide it or avoid drawing attention to it." I said. "From this time forward, except when we are together at work-related functions, you never will wear a bra in my presence."

Frances looked stunned, but I continued, "After we finish our starters, you will return to the toilet and again masturbate to orgasm. When your pussy juices have soaked into your panties, you will return to the table."

"Is that it?" Frances asked incredulously.

"No," I said. "After our main course is completed, you will return to the ladies' room to again masturbate to orgasm, soaking your panties once again with your pussy juices. You will remove your panties, and bring them back to the table where you will hand them to me. From tonight forward, you will wear panties in my presence only if we are at work or a work-related function."

Frances could not compose herself enough to respond before the waitress came to take our order. Throughout the ordering process, Frances watched the waitress with a combination of excitement and anxiety in her eyes. As the waitress turned to go, Frances spoke up, "Excuse me. Where are the toilets, please?"

"The toilets are round the corner there, the second door on your left."

"Thank you."

Frances went to the bathroom, but returned quickly. As she walked toward our table, the movement of her breasts confirmed that Frances had followed my instructions. When Frances reached our table, the flush up her neck and over her cheeks was visible, and her sexual aroma rose around her like a cloud of scent. My belief that she had complied with all my instructions was confirmed when, as I rose to help her into her seat, Frances lifted her face to kiss me whilst passing her bra into my free hand.

As we began eating again, I added, "When you are in the office or at work functions, you are only to wear stockings or crotchless tights. Is that clear?"

"Yes, perfectly," Frances responded with a smile.

As we ate our main course, we continued working out how often we could arrange to meet, and confirmed that, whilst Frances would have sex exclusively with me, I was under no such restriction. When Frances completed her main course, she gave me an inquiring glance. I nodded, and Frances rose to return to the ladies' room, giving me a very interesting view of her ass and the damp spot on the back of her skirt. I was in the process of ordering drinks when Frances returned to our table. Again, her neck and face glowed pink, and her eyes glittered with excitement. Without disturbing me whilst I placed our order, Frances leaned over my chair and silently laid her exceeding damp panties on my thigh before resuming her seat.

After desserts (and one more ladies' room orgasm for Frances), we left the restaurant. As Frances preceded me out the restaurant door, I noted that the damp spot on her skirt was even larger and more obvious. We boarded the next train that would deliver us to our respective homes, but went into the toilet together rather than taking seats.

Once we were locked into the tiny cubicle, I opened my trousers, releasing my semi-hard cock. Frances pulled up her skirt and, whilst I enjoyed the sight of her very wet pussy, I pulled her skirt back down and pressed down on Frances' shoulders. Frances immediately sank to her knees on the toilet floor, and used her hand to insert my cock into her mouth and down her throat. 

Frances got into a rhythm, sucking me, and then took my cock deep into her throat. The feeling of my cock being massaged by Frances' throat muscles was fantastic. I placed a hand on either side of Frances' head and began fucking her mouth. As my orgasm crested, I clutched her head deep into my groin, shooting pulses of semen down her throat. When I felt I had finished, I pulled my cock from Frances' mouth, only to have a few drops land directly onto Frances' blouse. We were approaching my stop, so I helped Frances to her feet, and bid her "Goodnight" with a kiss on the cheek.

The following week, I arranged for Frances to come to my home one weeknight. Frances arrived wearing a short leather skirt and a see-through top that made it very obvious she had complied with my "no bra" rule. I had been checking to see that Frances was complying with my instructions daily at the office, so I was not surprised to see how Frances was dressed. "It's great to see you," I said. "That's an interesting outfit."

"Well, it's because of the other night at the restaurant and on the train."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When I got home that night, I lay in bed thinking about how unsure I was about what you asked of me. But I had to admit to myself that I felt good when given instruction. I was shocked when you took hold of my head on the train, but I was excited because you took charge."

Taking a deep breath that stirred her breasts slightly, Frances continued, "I looked forward to your 'daily checks,' and eagerly await your emails and texts asking for meetings to confirm my compliance with your instructions. All this has helped me gradually realise that I need to know you are in charge."

"How did your realisation lead to the outfit?" I excitedly asked.

"This outfit signifies that I am offering myself to you. I want you to take charge of me for the good of our relationship, and the good of my family."

"Are you saying that I am your master, and you are my slave?"

"Yes."

"'Yes,' what?"

"Yes, Master."

"You'll be a good slave, I'm sure. Tell me, is there anything sexual that we haven't done yet that you wish to do?"

"Whatever you want, Master," Frances replied.

I removed Frances' skirt, motioning that Frances should spread her legs to allow me to see her labia. Already damp, Frances' labia grew wetter as I began to speak, "I will take you at your word," I said. "Your limits will be tested over time. From tonight on, you should be prepared for me to tie you up, spank you, reward you and even punish you."

Frances began breathing more rapidly, and her pussy juices began leaking from her slit. I continued, "In addition to mastering you sexually, I will assume control of other aspects of your life. Your husband is cruelly stringing you and your children along. I am instructing you to secure a private detective to investigate your husband; you have access to your husband's money, and can pay the detective with those funds. Once the detective secures proof, you will be able to divorce your husband for adultery as well as for abandonment. During the private detective's investigation of your husband and your subsequent divorce, our sexual relationship will be on hold. Once the divorce is final, you should win a large maintenance award and sole possession your home. When you have clear title to the house, it will be signed over to me. We will keep our sexual relationship secret to maximize your award in the divorce. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you agree?"

"My agreement is not required, Master, but as you have asked then, yes, I agree."

"Good."

Having taken care of business, I took Frances up to my bedroom. I blindfolded Frances before starting to demonstrate bondage. Frances lay face-up on the bed, with her wrists secured to the headboard. Just the brushing of soft rope over her belly and across her breasts caused Frances' nipples to stand at attention and her skin to shiver. Frances was perfuming the room with the smell of her sex, and I knew Frances could easily slide over the edge into orgasm. However, I felt it was important for Frances to realize that I controlled her orgasms as well as her body. I kept Frances tied up for over an hour, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, but never letting her have that last little push into orgasm. When I had finished demonstrating my control over Frances, I untied her hands, took off her blindfold, and bid her "Goodnight" with a light kiss on her lips.

The following Monday, Frances took leave from work in retain a solicitor, who advised Frances that her chances of a substantial settlement were good. During the next few months, the solicitor was proved correct. The day after Frances received her divorce and settlement, Frances arranged for her parents to see to her children for the weekend. Once the children were safely with her parents, Frances came to my house, since my daughter was away on a holiday with my parents.

After a long weekend of fun, sex and testing Frances' limits, and a couple of hours before our children were due back to their respective homes, Frances and I met with her solicitor. In the solicitor's office, Frances deeded her house over to me, and executed a new Last Will and Testament that named me as her sole beneficiary.

When we left the solicitor to return home, I said, "Frances, there's another thing that I want you to do."

"Yes, Master."

"I want you to cautiously sound out some of our co-workers to determine how receptive they are to a relationship with me and, to some extent, with you and me."

"Yes, Master. Whom do you want me to speak to?"

"Caroline, initially; Lucy and Lindsay later on," I said. "You will be the first in my harem, for there will be others I will approach directly."

"I am at your service, Master."

*

Here ends Part 1, Part 2 will follows shortly. Please feel free to leave feedback. 



Office Harem Ch. 02 Pt. 1



Thanks are due to sdbnnc for her very kind assistance in editing the first part of this series, as well as this, the first chapter of part 2. I hope you enjoy it.

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It was the second Christmas since my wife died giving birth to our daughter, and it looked like being another difficult festive period. After much persuasion from friends and colleagues (including my lover, Frances) I agreed to attend the Christmas night out for my company. Frances was pleased I decided to go, despite the fact that she would not be there, which was slightly confusing. Still, I hoped I would enjoy some of the evening without Frances.

Arriving at the party, I got a drink before mingling with my colleagues, some of whom were not too sure what to say. Although the fact that my work had kept me out of the home office for the past several weeks contributed to my co-workers' feeling distance, I thought that my wife's death just over a year ago also made light conversation difficult. I tried to ease the gap I felt with my co-workers by chatting with my line manager and several other people within my department, and then I wandered to the buffet. After selecting some food, I joined a small group of people seated at the side of the room after getting food. I figured I linger on the periphery of the group, eating my food and having another drink before heading off. That way, my promise to attend, and I could take my leave.

"Hello, Stranger," said a woman standing to my right. I looked up from my food, and saw Lindsey, one of the administrative workers in the office.

"Hi," I replied, smiling weakly. "How are you, Lindsey?"

"I'm OK, thanks. What about yourself?" Lindsey replied.

"Not great. I hate this time of year now, but I've got to put a brave face on it I suppose," I said.

"How about joining us administrative girls, just over there," Lindsey asked.

"I don't know," I replied.

Lindsey sympathetically didn't press me, but simply said, "Well, is it OK if I stay here with you for a bit?"

Although I was a little surprised that Lindsey would prefer my company to that of her friends, I answered, "That'd be nice. Thanks."

Lindsey and I alternated between chatting and sitting in silence whilst we finished our food and drinks. Just before I got up to get us each another drink, Caroline, the company's receptionist, came over. Caroline asked if she could join us, and moved to sit down on my other side. I told Caroline she was welcome to sit us, and asked if I should get a drink for her, since I was just off to get another for Lindsey and me. As I headed off to the bar to get our drinks, I looked over my shoulder to see Caroline sitting next to Lindsey, which meant she would be sitting between Lindsey and me when I returned with our drinks. We chatted for a while after I returned with our drinks, and then Caroline asked me to move so that she could go to the toilet. When I got up, Caroline seemed deliberately to rub her ass against my crotch as she went past.

Shortly after Caroline went to the toilet, Lindsey left to get more food and mingle with some other people, leaving me at the table with my drink and Caroline's drink and purse. I was tempted to take a quick look inside Caroline's purse, but resisted, which was fortunate since Caroline came back from the toilet at that point.

I watched Caroline crossing the room to rejoin me at our table, and delighted in what met my eyes. Caroline was 39 years old, and stands 5' 7" tall. She is slim, with a well-toned ass and legs that attested to her rigorous daily work-outs at the gym. As befits the company receptionist, Caroline keeps her shoulder-length blonde highlighted hair well-styled; her make-up always is understated and attractive, designed to disguise her thin lips and emphasize her large brown eyes behind her conservative eyeglasses. Caroline's breasts seemed to me to be B-cup sized, enough to notice but not much more than a generous handful each. 

At work, when Caroline is dressed in trousers, they are well-fitted and emphasize her ass. If Caroline wears a skirt, it will stop just at the top of her knees, drawing attention to her beautiful legs. Caroline chooses either fitted knit tops that cling to her breasts or blouses that offer tantalizing glimpses of silky, lacy lingerie underneath with her slacks or skirts. For the holiday party, Caroline had chosen an off-the-shoulders blouse of black satin and a black velvet skirt that appeared to stop modestly at her knees; when she walked toward me, I could see a side slit opening and closing with her steps, revealing flashes of black lace topped stockings.

After Caroline rejoined me at our table, we continued chatting whilst we finished our drinks. Other people joined us and then moved off again. As eddies of conversation swirled around us, we moved closer together so that we could carry on our conversation. Even as we got more drinks, we continued sitting very close to each other, still conversing freely. When I glanced at my watch, I was surprised how long I'd stayed at the party, and told Caroline it was time I headed off to catch my train. When Caroline looked at her watch, she said she'd just missed one, and asked if I'd walk with her to the station and see her safely on the next train. I agreed, and we left the party together, with Caroline letting her friends know that I would walk with her to the station and get her safely on the train, so they were not to worry about her.

As we left the party, Caroline stumbled on the curb, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her from falling, although her ankle was slightly sprained in the tumble. I supported Caroline on the walk to the station by putting my arm around her waist. When we got to the station, we had missed Caroline's train, so I agreed to wait with Caroline at the station for her train, passing up my next train to keep her company. I found a bench where Caroline could sit and rest her ankle, and we resumed our conversation in greater privacy.

"You've been such a gentleman tonight," Caroline said, "Looking after me like this."

I replied, "It's just who I am. I was brought up to be considerate toward women, and to look out for them. I think it was one of the things my wife loved most about me."

"Do you still find it difficult to think about her?" Caroline asked.

"Yes, especially at this time of year; I really do miss her. I get pretty lonely, even though I love our child, and taking care of her helps keep my mind off my grief. The thing that hurts most often is that now there's no one to share a bed with, no one to talk to when I get home from work, no one to encourage me or to cheer me on when I get discouraged or tired."

"I'm sorry you are still grieving, but it sounds as though you had a wonderful marriage, even though it ended sooner than you wanted," said Caroline, tears of sympathy welling in her lovely eyes behind her glasses. Looking out the train window, Caroline saw her train in the distance, and continued, "Thank you for looking after me tonight." Then Caroline leaned forward and kissed me on the lips; it could have been an affectionate punctuation to her "Thank you." But then Caroline kissed me again, and yet again. Each kiss was longer, firmer and deeper than the one before. I heard the station announcement for Caroline's train as if from a great distance, as I found I was greatly affected by Caroline's kisses.

Caroline, however, was all business, getting to the point as the train came closer to the station. "I know that what you said isn't the whole truth -- about being so lonely and all."

Full of anxiety about just where this conversation with Caroline was headed, I responded, "What do you mean?"

"Let's just say that I heard about you from a colleague . . . someone in the Admin Section," Caroline replied. Then Caroline continued, as I knew she would, "She was the only section member not at tonight's party."

"You mean Frances?" I said, wondering just what Caroline knew and how she had come to know it.

"That's the one. She's told me what you two get up to -- well, I suspect she's only told me some of it . . ."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Before I could press Caroline for more information, another station announcement came across the public address system. Standing up, Caroline slid her hand down my ass and across my crotch as she jumped up to dash to her train. Caroline smiled at me over her shoulder, saying, "Sorry -- got to go! Don't want to miss another train, do I?" 

I stood there in shock, watching Caroline's very attractive ass move as she scurried toward the train, and realizing that her sprained ankle wasn't hampering her progress in the least. Caroline's train left the platform, and my train began its approach. As I walked toward my train, I reached into my pocket for my ticket, and found an extra piece of paper on which, in block printing, were the words:

Several interesting chats with Frances left me intrigued. Call me. C. X

A mobile phone number was the only other thing on the paper. I replaced the paper in my pocket and got my ticket ready for the conductor, but thought, "Darn, who'd have thought it? I wonder if Frances knows about it."

Although I didn't feel comfortable calling Caroline from the train, I decided to send her a text message to let her know I'd be calling the next morning. Caroline responded that she'd look forward to hearing from me then. My next thought was to sound out Frances; I sent a text message to Frances, asking if it would be OK for me to call. Although Frances had gotten her divorce, her children lived with her and knew how difficult it could be to get children back to sleep if they were awakened during the night. Frances said it would OK for me to call, so I called her when I got home.

"Hi, Sexy."

"Hi, Lover. How was the night out?"

"It was good. I enjoyed it."

"What happened?"

"Nothing much."

"Oh..."

"Nothing much apart from someone telling me that she'd had interesting chats with you. This was after she kissed me."

There was a chuckle from the earpiece.

"It sounds like you had a good time. Did you enjoy it?"

"I was more shocked than anything. Does it bother you?"

"Me? No; not at all. I think you'd both have a lot of fun."

"Did you put her up to it?"

"No. Caroline said the things I'd told her about you had her intrigued, but I had no idea she'd do anything. Do you want to come over here now?"

"I'd like that, Frances. I'll see you soon."

After I packed an overnight bag, I walked to the station for the train. Frances lived a few minutes walk from the railway station, so I didn't have to get a ride to her house at the end of the train ride. During the short ride, I found I was looking forward to being with Frances again. We were great in bed together, and Frances was also a friend I could trust with my thoughts and feelings. Although I hated that our time together had to be cut short so that I would be gone before her children woke up in the morning, it was worth the inconvenience to have time with Frances. As a parent, I understood that Frances needed to protect her children, even though she also needed a sexual outlet that I, and only I, provided for her. Unfortunately, by the time I arrived, one of Frances' children had woken up, sick, and moved into her bed. Frances had gotten the child settled and back to sleep, but it meant sex was out for that night. Still, Frances and I settled down together on the sofa, sitting close together, whilst I caught her up on the party she had missed that night. 

We also talked about how my involvement with Caroline might make Frances feel about her relationship with me and, more importantly, about herself. I listened to Frances' words, and watched her body language closely, as she explained that she understood and accepted my instructions that she approach Caroline for me, and that she was happy with serving me in whatever capacity fit my needs. Frances said that she knew I was interested in acquiring a harem of women, and that she believed me when I told her that she would not be displaced from my affections and attention, no matter how many other women served me. 

The only response I could think to make to Frances' honest and loving expression of her willingness to subordinate her ego and energies to me, fulfilling her need for submission to a Dominant, was to take her in my arms and hold her tightly. We remained entwined for a few minutes before Frances kissed my neck, and then pulled her head back to gently kiss my lips. Frances pulled a pillow and blanket out of the closet, and made up the sofa into a bed for me before going up to check on her children, and join the one who had been ill that was sleeping in her bed now.

Despite the shortness and narrowness of my unexpected resting place, I slept deeply and woke, refreshed and full of energy, before anyone else was stirring. I folded the blanket, laid the pillow on top of it, and then left Frances' house through the back garden, a procedure we had established at the very beginning of our relationship, before Frances had gotten her divorce.



Office Harem Ch. 02 Pt. 2



Thanks are due to sdbnnc for her very kind assistance in editing all the previous parts of this series. I hope you enjoy this second chapter of part two.

*

As usual, I made my way through Frances' back garden, and then walked to the train station where I caught the first train to my home station. I walked home, then showered, dressed, and had breakfast. As I finished drinking my tea, I sent a text message to Caroline, asking if it was a good time for me to call. 

When Caroline responded, "Later," by text, I was confused, since she had wanted me to call her. I knew Caroline was married, and thought maybe her husband was there, so she wasn't free to talk. I also thought that perhaps Caroline had gone further last night with me than she planned, and now was embarrassed to talk to me. Rather that sit around, wondering, I decided to ask Frances for her opinion. My text to Frances, asking if she were free to talk, got a return text saying she was on the phone with Caroline, and that Caroline felt good about her time with me last night.

My concerns that Caroline was getting cold feet were resolved by the message from Frances, so I waited another 15 minutes, and sent Caroline another text message, asking if I could call. When Caroline responded that it was OK for me to call, I did so immediately.

"Hi, Caroline," I began, "It's --"

"I know who it is," Caroline interrupted, "Your number's programmed into my phone; I got it from the list at Reception."

"I guess that answers that question then."

"Which question?" Caroline asked.

"Whether you meant last night; it wasn't just the alcohol."

"Definitely; I mean, I definitely meant last night."

"So where do we go from here? I mean, you're interested in something happening; I'm interested and excited about the idea as I've been attracted to you for a while," I admitted.

"I know; I've noticed," Caroline replied.

"Look, if you can get away from the house, do you fancy going for a drive in the country? We can go in your car or mine."

"That sounds great. Why don't I pick you up?" Caroline offered.

"Excellent. When will you come round?"

"I'll be there in about an hour. Is that ok?"

"I'll see you then," I said.

We hung up, and I cleaned up the breakfast dishes, brushed my teeth and shaved. I was ready well before time for Caroline to arrive, so I walked outside as she pulled her car into the drive. As I got into the car, I noticed how fantastic Caroline looked that morning. Caroline had dressed in a skirt that rested just above her knees; her legs were in black tights, and she was wearing pumps. The light blue blouse and subtle makeup called attention to Caroline's face, since although the blouse's top few buttons were undone, the material draped over her breasts. After I settled into my seat, I leaned over to kiss Caroline's cheek, and suggested that we drive to a nearby park. The park was heavily wooded, but accessible by car. The park, though not far from the city, gave an illusion of being in a primeval forest, completely private and removed from the civilised world in which we lived.

As Caroline drove to the park, I watched her legs as she changed gears. Caroline's toned calves flexed and relaxed whilst she drove, confirming a dedication to keeping herself in shape. The movement of Caroline's legs on the car pedals was also causing her short skirt to slide up her thighs, providing more evidence of Caroline's dedication to keeping physically fit. Whilst I debated the safety of sliding my hand up one of Caroline's thighs as she continued driving, Caroline gave me a sideways glance and her hips a little wiggle, causing her skirt to ride further up her thighs. The shift in position pulled Caroline's skirt up to reveal lacy trim at the top of Caroline's stockings. Thinking about Caroline's stockings and garters, and what lay under them, strengthened my erection, stretching my dick to its full length and making it difficult for me to sit comfortably in the car.

"Hmm, looks like we don't need to go to the forest," Caroline said, her eyes twinkling behind her glasses as she glanced at me.

"Huh?"

"We don't need to go to the forest; there's enough wood in here," Caroline chuckled.

Far from being embarrassed that my condition was so obvious, I was relieved to hear Caroline's reaction since it proved she was comfortable with the idea of taking things further. Encouraged, I moved my hand to Caroline's left thigh and gently stroked her leg.

"You'll make me crash the car!" Caroline fussed.

"Nonsense," I said, using my fingers to ease her skirt higher.

Caroline dropped her left hand from the wheel to push my hand away, "Down, boy. You'll get your chance."

Driving through the forest, Caroline found a secluded roadway, and reversed the car to park amongst the trees. Then Caroline switched off the engine, and turned to me.

"What are you hoping for?" Caroline asked.

"A relationship with the beautiful woman sitting next to me," I responded.

"What kind of relationship?"

"It depends on what you are looking for; ideally, a long-term one, which will develop beyond just sex," I replied.

"What about my husband?" Caroline asked.

"What about him? If you were fully happy with him, you wouldn't be here. There's obviously something wrong, even if it's something minor, between the two of you or you wouldn't have agreed to be here with me."

"I suppose so. Do you honestly find me attractive?"

"Of course I do. What's not to find attractive?"

"Well, I've got small breasts compared to some," Caroline replied, opening the door for me to begin to understand this beautiful woman's insecurities and anxieties.

"Your breasts are perfectly in keeping with your body. I think they are fabulous. They felt amazing when they were pressed against me last night in Central Station. I'm hoping that will happen again soon, and that I'll be able to hold them and touch them and kiss them," I responded.

"Is that right?" Caroline asked. Again, Caroline's insecurities were revealed as she continued, "I guess we'll have to see what happens."

"You've not told me what you want from this," I said.

"I want to feel desired, and I want to live out some of my fantasies," Caroline responded. Before Caroline could continue talking, I leaned across and kissed Caroline softly on her lips. As I pulled slightly away, I smiled, and then leaned forward to kiss her more firmly. Putting a hand on the back of Caroline's neck, I deepened the kiss, pressing my tongue against her lips until Caroline parted them, letting my tongue slide into her mouth. My tongue got well acquainted with hers for the next few minutes, and I ran my fingers through Caroline's hair whilst kissing her. When I felt Caroline's body relax, getting used to kissing a man not her husband, I pulled away from Caroline's mouth, but continued touching her, keeping us connected physically.

"I enjoyed that," I said, "And I enjoyed that you seemed to be getting in to it as well."

In response, Caroline pulled the draping fabric of her blouse apart, revealing the tops of her breasts. Raising my eyebrows, I asked, "Trying to tease me with a glimpse of your breasts?

Caroline smiled as her hands moved to unbutton the blouse completely, and said, "No, trying to help you to realise your hope to touch and kiss my breasts, which I know I will enjoy as much as your kisses."

"So," I responded, "Are you enjoying what I'm doing with you or are you just enjoying how much I am enjoying it?"

Caroline smiled enigmatically and replied, "As long as we both enjoy, does it really matter why?"

In response, I gently ran my fingers under Caroline's blouse, tracing the shape of her silky bra from the side to pass my fingers over the cups, through which Caroline's nipples jutted. Continuing to massage Caroline's breasts, I kept my palms over the hard pebbles of her nipples whilst I leaned to kiss Caroline's décolletage, and then pulled my hands back to capture those nipples between my fingers, pulling and twisting them gently. In minutes, Caroline's body began to move as Caroline rubbed her thighs together, squeezing them in rhythm to the pressure I applied to her nipples.

"Enjoying yourself, are you?" I asked, pleased at Caroline's response.

"Oh, yes," Caroline replied, "Quite a bit."

Encouraged that Caroline wanted to go further, I slipped my hands into the cups of Caroline's bra and pulled them below her breasts. Once again, I took her nipples, which seemed even larger and harder now they were exposed to the cool air inside the car, and rubbed, twisted and pulled both of them gently. Caroline shuddered with excitement, and sighed deeply. I leaned over to kiss Caroline again, continuing to play with her nipples. As our kiss deepened, Caroline moaned, and then pulled me closer. I moved my head so that I could lick Caroline's breasts, and then I began to kiss, nibble and suck Caroline's nipples, alternating between them. 

Then heat radiating up from Caroline's groin drew my hand like a magnet. My hand moved up Caroline's thigh, and Caroline suddenly moved in her seat. At first, I thought Caroline was pulling away, but soon realised she was raising her ass off the seat so that I could pull her skirt up further. I paused in my attention to Caroline's breasts to take in the sight of her beautiful thighs, framed by the lacy tops of her black stockings, bisected by the tight black elastic of her garters. My hand moved to stroke the bare skin at the top of Caroline's stockings, and heard Caroline murmur, but couldn't understand her.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Don't stop . . . please, don't stop," Caroline sighed.

"Are you sure? If I go further, I'll want to go all the way," I warned.

"I know -- me too," Caroline replied, "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I moved my hand further up Caroline's bare thigh to touch the crotch of Caroline's thong. The tiny scrap of material was damp -- no, it was soaked. I rubbed the material between my fingers, feeling drops of Caroline's sexual juices drip. My fingers slid beneath the sodden thong to feel Caroline's labia. Caroline moaned, more loudly and deeply. Caroline's moans were encouraging, and I slid my fingers into the warm wetness between her labia. In her excitement, Caroline used her hands to press my face into her breasts, making it difficult for me to breathe, but I continued rubbing between Caroline's labia until I found and began concentrating on her clitoris. As Caroline's orgasm approached, her hands dropped from my head so I could breathe again, but I went back to sucking and nibbling Caroline's nipples after taking a few deep breaths. Suddenly, Caroline reached her orgasm, and cried out as spasms wracked her body.

"I want you inside me," Caroline panted.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Here? Or would you rather we go back to my house?" I asked.

"Yours might be better. I don't think I can drive though," Caroline sighed.

"That's OK," I replied, "Give me the keys, and I'll drive."

I got out and walked around the car, my erection making my movements guarded and slower than my excitement wished. By the time I reached the driver's door, Caroline had shifted into the passenger seat, so I got in the car and drove us to my house. Whilst I drove, Caroline removed her bra, leaving her unbuttoned blouse on. Then Caroline unhooked her garters, raised her ass off the seat to remove her thong, and reattached her stockings to the garters. She grabbed a case from between the seats, and carefully placed her glasses inside. Then, although we were nearing my house, Caroline turned in her seat and reached over to unzip my trousers. 

"Patience," I said, "You'll get there soon enough. You won't get there at all if we crash!" Caroline stayed turned toward me in her seat, but pulled her skirt up around her hips. It was tough keeping my attention on the road when my quick glance showed that Caroline was smiling whilst slowly masturbating.

"Just keeping yourself going?" I asked.

"I'm keeping you going as well," Caroline replied, with a lingering look at my crotch. I couldn't argue with the evidence that Caroline was right. My penis was tenting my trousers, and a damp spot was growing as the pre-cum soaked into the material. When we reached my house, I parked the car and we practically ran up the steps. At the door, my excitement made me clumsy. I realised the keys in my hand were Caroline's, and I dropped them as I fumbled in my pocket for the door key. Despite this, we finally were in the house, and I immediately took Caroline into my arms, and began kissing her deeply whilst backing her to the hallway wall. Once again, I exposed Caroline's breasts, and began kissing and licking them whilst my hands stripped the blouse off her shoulders before moving to the fastening at the waist of Caroline's skirt.

"On or off?" I asked.

"On," Caroline replied, panting.

I pulled Caroline's skirt up around her waist, exposing her stockings and her hot, moist crotch. Caroline pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, and then I felt her warm hands on my chest. Caroline's hands again went to my trousers, unbuckling my belt and lowering the zipper. As my trousers slid down, Caroline reached for the waistband of my boxers. Caroline gripped the boxers and pushed them and my trousers down to my knees. As my rigid cock sprang free, Caroline dropped to her knees, and hungrily sucked it into her mouth. 

Caroline took my full length into her mouth, and I felt the head of my cock touching the back of her throat. Although Caroline gagged slightly, she carried on licking and sucking my cock. I knew I was close to orgasm, and told Caroline so. Immediately, Caroline stopped sucking, and pulled a condom from the bunched up pocket of her skirt before standing up. On her feet, Caroline ripped open the packet and slid the condom down my cock. As soon as the condom was in place, I lifted Caroline off her feet. Caroline's legs wrapped around my waist, and I pushed my cock slowly and deeply into her hot, moist, tight vagina. Once my cock was fully seated in Caroline's vagina, I stepped out of my trousers and boxers, and carried Caroline into the lounge. Caroline moved her legs to stand, dismounting from my cock, and then laid down on the floor. I got down on my knees and again slid my cock deep inside her. My balls slapped against Caroline's ass as my cockhead reached her cervix. Withdrawing and re-entering, I brought Caroline rapidly towards orgasm, pushing her over as my cum erupted into Caroline. My ejaculate pulsed so strongly that it overflowed the condom to trickle down Caroline's ass and onto the carpet. Despite my climax, I kept sliding my cock in and out of Caroline, keeping her orgasm roiling on, encouraging my cock to stay firm.

As Caroline's orgasms calmed, I pulled out of her, and assisted her to move onto all fours. I quickly found another condom in Caroline's skirt pocket, and put it on with one hand whilst I pushed Caroline's skirt back up away from her ass. Sliding my cock back into Caroline's dripping pussy, I grasped her hip with one hand, whilst reaching forward to grab her hair with my other. I gently pulled Caroline's hair, lifting her head, and rubbed her ass with my free hand. Caroline moaned, but pushed her hips back toward me. Encouraged, I gathered the fluids leaking out around my pumping cock with my hand. As my cock pumped harder into Caroline, I pulled harder at her hair, and pressed my wet index finger against her puckered sphincter. Caroline exploded into yet another orgasm, and her sphincter relaxed. I slipped my index finger into Caroline's ass, and Caroline groaned, but continued pressing her ass back toward me. I pulled my index finger out of her ass, and then eased it back into her ass with my middle finger held tightly next to it. Once again, Caroline groaned, but her only move was to drop her head onto her arms, and then lower her chest to the floor. The repositioning of Caroline's body shifted her ass closer to me, but I knew my orgasm was close. I pulled out of Caroline's pussy, slipped off the condom, and masturbated whilst continuing to move my fingers in and out of her ass. As I reached my climax, I sprayed my cum onto Caroline's body, leaving spots on her skirt, and watching it slide down her ass onto the carpet.

I eased my fingers out of Caroline's anus, and then lay down on the floor, pulling Caroline into my arms. Caroline looked at me, her eyes seemingly unable to focus, the pupils wide and dilated. "How was that for you?" I asked.

"It . . . was . . . amazing," Caroline gasped, "I've never felt like that before."

"What about with your husband?"

"No, not with him. We don't have sex very often because he's infertile and thinks little of himself. He is 'little' as well, if you understand me."

"I see . . ." I left it at that, but my mind started mulling things over. "You know," I said, "I'd really like to do this again. But I also hope you'll stay a while just now, as well as come back another time."

"Definitely," Caroline said with a smile that lit her face. Caroline reached a hand down to my now flaccid cock. Realising my cock was sticky with cum, Caroline wriggled down, and took it in her mouth to clean it. I told Caroline that, pleasurable as her mouth on my cock was, perhaps we should have a shower instead. We went upstairs, and I helped Caroline finish undressing. We got the water at the temperature we wanted, and then got into the shower. During the shower, I ran my fingers through Caroline's pubic hair, and asked if she ever considered shaving it off. Caroline didn't answer, so I lathered up my hands and began washing her all over. We had a great time washing, stroking, holding and kissing each other under the shower, but eventually the water began to cool. We got out of the shower, and then dried each other off. Caroline said that she should head home, but promised to come back soon.

Caroline put on her garter belt, stockings and skirt in the bathroom, then went to the hallway to pick up and put on her blouse. As Caroline left the house and walked down the steps, I noticed that the cum on her skirt had dried, leaving very noticeable stains. I alerted Caroline, but she just smiled, which made me curious as to what she was thinking.

I went back inside, and then into the lounge. I carefully cleaned the carpet, removing the puddle of cum that had oozed from Caroline's vagina and the discarded condoms. As I finished putting things to rights, my mobile beeped with a message from Frances, letting me know that Caroline had sent her a message about her time with me.

Eager to get a report, I called Frances, who answered the phone with a giggle. "I hear you've had a good time -- in fact, I'm surprised you have enough energy left to make a call," Frances laughed.

"Caroline sent you a text on her drive home?"

"Yes," Frances replied. "She was ecstatic. Hope all goes well."

"Ta. Do you think I'll hear from her soon?"

"You'll hear soon, but maybe not from her . . ." Frances said mysteriously.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You'll find out," Frances said, and then broke the connection. I was curious, but I knew Frances would keep her secret until she was ready to talk to me. I went on about my day, getting ready for my daughter's return from her vacation with my parents, and the telephone rang later that evening.

"Hello?" I said.

A man's voice answered, "Is that Caroline's lover?"

Somewhat taken aback, I responded, "Yes. Who is this?"

"I'm Caroline's husband, David."

The only greeting I could summon to this news was silence. 

David went on as if I had responded. "Caroline told me to call you to thank you for what you did for her earlier. She also wanted me to invite you to come over for dinner tomorrow night."

"Tell your wife that she's more than welcome. I'll come round for dinner tomorrow."




Office Harem Ch. 02 Pt. 2



"Thank you. I'll pass that on. Dinner shall be ready at 7:30," David replied, and then broke the connection.

Completely confused, I called Frances. "I know you said I might hear someone other than Caroline, but you could have warned me it would be her husband!"

"What did Caroline tell you about her husband?" Frances asked.

"That he thinks little of himself, and that he has a small penis," I responded. I didn't have to explain to Frances that Caroline and I had spent very little time discussing her husband.

"Well, here's what I think is going to happen," Frances said. "You've shown Caroline how good sex can make her feel. I think she's working out how she will balance having sex with you but continuing her marriage. How would you feel about taking over from David? From what Caroline has said to me, I think she wants to keep David around but have nothing to do with him sexually. I also think you'll be seeing another side of Caroline quite soon."

"If Caroline wants me to take over David's sexual duties to Caroline, I have no problem at all. But what do you mean about Caroline showing me "another side" soon?"

Frances replied, "I think Caroline is going flaunt her husband's cuckolding to him. She wants a child desperately; when she met your daughter at the office and had a chance to cuddle her, she got broody. I think Caroline will be looking to you to make that happen."

"I see," I said thoughtfully. I didn't really understand a lot of what Frances was saying, or how Caroline had acted in telling her husband about my relationship with her, but Frances didn't need to know that.

After waiting a while to see if I was going to go on, Frances gave another little giggle and said, "Let me know how it goes." And then Frances hung up the telephone, and I was left alone to puzzle out the meaning from the events and conversations over the past couple of days. I drifted off to sleep that night looking forward to having dinner with Caroline and David.



Office Harem Ch. 02 Pt. 3



Thanks are due to sdbnnc for her very kind assistance in editing all the previous parts of this series. I hope you enjoy this final chapter of part two. Part three will follow shortly.

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My sleep that night was fitful; I couldn't remember specific dreams, but I woke the next morning more tired than I had been when I went to sleep. Even though I couldn't remember my dreams, I had a sense that, if I had not emptied my balls with Caroline, my bed would have been a sticky mess from wet dreams.

I was unsure about what to expect that night, and Caroline didn't answer her mobile when I called. I kept myself busy to get through the day, and then showered, shaved and dressed for dinner at Caroline's house. As I drove to Caroline's, I stopped to pick up flowers. I made the drive to Caroline's house mechanically -- my brain was racing at about 100 miles per hour, exploring the possibilities of having dinner with Caroline and David.

I rang the doorbell, and immediately heard someone approaching the door. Caroline's husband, David, opened the door and invited me inside. After I entered the house, David showed me through to the lounge, where Caroline was waiting. Caroline looked fabulous in a short, black leather skirt and black velvet jacket. The jacket buttoned up to the base of Caroline's throat, but, when Caroline crossed her gorgeous legs, I could see right up her thighs. Once again, Caroline's long legs were sheathed in black stockings with black lace tops, but I could see that these stockings were hold-ups, as no garter belt was in evidence. Caroline also wore black patent leather stilettos with dangerous looking heels. 

I walked over to Caroline, and bent to kiss her cheek. Caroline turned her head and gave me a kiss full on the lips. Before I could pull back from Caroline's mouth in surprise, she brushed my lips with her tongue, encouraging me to open my mouth and deepen our kiss. However, I was very aware of David standing at the lounge door, watching us, so I pulled away from Caroline quickly, and looked at David.

Caroline giggled, "Don't worry about him. He's being put into his place tonight."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Wait and see," Caroline replied as she stood and led us through to the dining room. As we entered the room, Caroline turned and said, "David, you should have taken his jacket when he got here."

David hurried to obey, assisting me out of my jacket, and disappearing into the hall to hang my jacket in the closet by the front door. When David returned to the dining room, he scurried around the table to seat Caroline, and then pulled out the chair closest to Caroline's for me. It was a little awkward, having a man assist me in seating myself, but as soon as I sat down, I noticed other things that claimed my attention.

First, Caroline and I had place settings of fine china plates, crystal wine glasses, heavy linen napkins, and sterling silver flatware. David's place setting was cheap crockery, a thick glass tumbler, plastic-handled flatware and a paper napkin. Whilst my chair was at the head of the table with Caroline at my right hand, David sat at the far end of the table, which easily could have seated 12 diners. Despite the distance between us, David served Caroline and me throughout the meal, bringing each course in from the kitchen and clearing the table at the end of every course as well. Caroline reserved the intimacy of serving her wine for me, and directed her conversation to me as if David were not even present. When David cleared the dishes after we completed our starter, I was pleasantly surprised to feel Caroline's foot, still in its stiletto, stroking up and down my thigh. When I looked at Caroline, raising my eyebrow in question, Caroline smiled and winked at me.

Just then, David came through with the next course, and I was disappointed that Caroline placed her foot back on the floor. We continued with our meal, and then David cleared the table again, staying in the kitchen for a while to organise dessert. Once again, I felt Caroline sliding her foot up my leg, but I could feel that she had left her shoe on the floor before starting this exploration. Caroline's stocking-clad foot crept up the side of my calf, and insinuated itself between my legs, prompting me to move them further apart. Having been granted access, Caroline gently stroked my crotch with her foot. My cock, which had softened during the previous course of the meal, stiffened again, attracting more attention from Caroline's foot.

By this time, all the questions I had kicked around in my mind overnight about the nature of Caroline's relationship with David, and how I was going to be added to the mix took a back burner to my appreciation of the moves that sexy woman was making on me, despite the fact that her husband was there with us. David brought in dessert, a platter of strawberries, with a mound of whipped cream, and a small pitcher of chocolate sauce. Caroline motioned for me to feed her strawberries, so I picked a large berry, dipped it in cream, and drizzled a small amount of chocolate sauce over it. I held the berry just out reach of Caroline's mouth until she leaned forward and captured it with her teeth. We ate a few berries, alternating feeding each other, and then Caroline stood and turned to me. "Can you help me with something?" Caroline asked.

"Of course," I said, rising to my feet, "What do you want me to do?"

"Help me take off these stockings. I need to use them to tie David up," Caroline answered. David looked up from studying his lap in surprise, and pushed his chair away from the dining table, but made no attempt to rise.

I was surprised, but hurried to crouch at Caroline's feet. Running my hands up Caroline's legs, I could smell the scent of a woman ready for sex. My hands slid under Caroline's leather skirt to the top of her stockings, and rolled them down Caroline's sleek, smooth legs. I handed the stockings to Caroline and, as I stood up, she used the first stocking to tie David's wrists together, and the second to tie David's arms to the back of his chair. Once David's upper body was restrained, Caroline then undid David's trousers, and pulled at them to get David to lift his ass off the chair. Caroline pulled David's trousers down his legs to bunch together at his feet. Caroline then had me tilt David's chair onto its back legs. Once the chair's front legs were in the air, slipped one leg of David's bunched trousers over the end of each of the front legs. Once the trousers were in place, I lowered David's chair to rest on all four legs. David's legs were simply and effectively restrained by his own weight in the chair.

Caroline turned and sat on the table directly in front of David's chair. In response to Caroline's glance at me, I walked over to Caroline, who pulled me closer, and then kissed me deeply whilst cupping my groin with one of her hands before leaning back on her elbows on the table, presenting her crotch for my attention. Sliding my hands up Caroline's thighs, I felt the dampness in her panties. Easing my thumb under her panties, I gently rubbed Caroline's clitoris, sending her body into quivering spasms. I looked over my shoulder to see David's eyes transfixed on Caroline and me. 

To further demean David, I tugged Caroline's panties down over her hips. Caroline raised her ass so that I could pull her panties off and toss them to the floor. I unbuttoned Caroline's jacket, delighted to find Caroline wore only a brassiere underneath the jacket. I used the jacket to pull Caroline up off her elbows so that I could strip off her jacket and her bra. Once Caroline was stripped down to stilettos and leather skirt, I moved further between Caroline's legs, spreading her open for my use and David's better view. I reached down to pick up Caroline's panties, balling them up in my hand before using them to roughly wipe Caroline's crotch, from clitoris to the top of her bum crack.

I turned, holding the now soaking panties in one hand, and picked up Caroline's bra with my other hand. I approached David, and said, "Open your mouth -- I'm going to feed you your real dessert."

David's eyes were burning with rage that he was afraid to express, but he refused to open his mouth, even when I brought Caroline's panties to his nose and wiped them across his pursed lips. My response was to grab a handful of David's hair, pulling his head back against the chair. When David involuntarily opened his mouth, I stuffed the panties in and made sure the dirty, wet crotch was on David's tongue. David closed his mouth over the panties, but I could see the rebellion in his eyes. I took Caroline's bra and tied it like a gag across David's mouth, pulling the knot tight behind his head. I had twisted the bra into a tight rope before tying it on David's face, so his view of his wife giving herself to me would not be impeded, and I kept it clear of David's ears so that he would easily hear Caroline's moans and sighs.

"I like that you did that," Caroline said.

"I thought it was along the lines of where you were going," I responded.

"Can you do something else for me?" Caroline asked.

"What would that be?" I replied, a little apprehensive about where Caroline was going next.

"Can you pull his cock out?" Caroline requested.

"I'd rather you did that," I said, "I don't think I'd like to touch another man there."

Caroline sat up and slid off table, and then walked over to David, and began groping around inside David's boxers. "The damn thing's so small, I struggle to find it most of the time," Caroline said as she continued groping David. Eventually, Caroline just pulled David's boxers down below his balls. David's cocktail sausage of a cock nestled in his pubic hair, barely visible. Caroline stood up, still facing David, waiting for him to look into her eyes. When David finally did, Caroline pointed to her lips and said, "These no longer belong to you. They belong to my lover."

Caroline cupped her breasts in her hands and continued, "These no longer belong to you. They belong to my lover." Caroline moved her hands to her crotch, and used her fingers to spread her labia. Then Caroline said, "This no longer belongs to you. This belongs to my lover." Turning her back on David, Caroline bent over and used her fingers to separate her buttocks, exposing her anus to David as she said, "This never belonged to you. I now give it to my lover." Standing and turning once again to face David, Caroline said, "I never belonged to you. I now give myself -- wholly and completely -- to my lover, my bull."

Caroline turned and walked back to the table, and kissed me. Before Caroline lay back down on the table, I pulled her skirt up to again expose Caroline's crotch. Once Caroline was stretched out on the table, I moved further up between her legs, easing them further apart. I opened my flies, and pulled out my cock that had been straining for release since before dessert. I stroked my cockhead up and down Caroline's labia, coating it with her juices, and then pushing slowly and gently into her pussy.

Caroline was so tight, even though I knew she had been well-used the night before. Of course, having seen David's cock, I also knew that Caroline's pussy was almost virginal at the depth my cock was penetrating. Caroline's face took on a look of concentration and fleeting shock, but soon was lit by a smile of complete delight. I pushed further and further into Caroline's pussy, feeling every ripple in the walls of her pussy as my cockhead slid past them.

When most of my cock was inside Caroline, I stopped, waited a moment, and then started to pull my cock out. Every ridge lining Caroline's pussy resisted the withdrawal of my cock, which I stopped when only my cockhead was left in Caroline. I immediately pushed back into Caroline's pussy, moving more quickly. I quickly established a steady rhythm, fucking Caroline's pussy and holding her body under me as she began to writhe as her orgasm began claiming her. As Caroline's fluids increased, the pumping of my cock produced little spurts of sex juices, sliding down Caroline's ass crack to pool underneath her ass on the table. Caroline moaned, and began shouting, "Do you see how it's done, David? With you, it's never been like this. Fuck, David, this is how a man fucks. Oh, my God, what have I been missing? Fuck, fuck, fuck -- oh, oh -- your cock is so good, so thick and strong! What a difference!"

Caroline's breathing became rapid and shallow; her orgasm just moments away. I slowed my thrusts to hold Caroline on a plateau, prolonging her sexual tension before allowing her orgasm and release. As my thrusts slowed, I took Caroline's breasts in my hands and began teasing her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. After I twisted and pulled Caroline's nipples a few times, Caroline opened her eyes, some of her attention called from her pussy to the tantalizing attention I was granting her nipples. Caroline smiled and raised her head, offering her mouth for my kiss. I took Caroline's mouth, kissing her deeply. With my cock still deep in Caroline's pussy, and my hands cupping Caroline's breasts, I glanced over my shoulder at David, Caroline's cuckolded husband. David's face reflected was a mixture of shock and anger; assured of David's full attention, I slid my hands to grasp Caroline's shoulders and began thrusting my cock into her pussy fast and deep and hard. Almost as soon as my thrusting began, Caroline crashed into orgasm. I felt Caroline's pussy spasm around my cock, and my cock began pumping deep inside Caroline. It felt as though Caroline's pussy was milking my cock, taking in my seed to feed her need for a child.

When the jets of cum slowed, I simply held my cock deep in Caroline's pussy, and waited for her spasms to stop. As Caroline calmed down, I slowly and gently began moving my cock in and out of Caroline's pussy, bringing Caroline back from her zenith of emotion and sexual excitement. When I finally pulled my cock out of Caroline's pussy, some semen dribbled from her pussy, collected on the edge of the table and then dripped to the floor. I was surprised that the volume of cum was so small, but then realized that Caroline's position on the table tilted her body so that most of my ejaculate stayed deep inside Caroline's body. I helped Caroline off the table, and she hugged me tightly. A drop of semen dripped from her labia onto my foot, and I asked Caroline what she wanted to do next.

"My husband is still tied up; I gave you my mouth and anus, as well as my pussy, to you. You've certainly staked your claim to my pussy, but you haven't taken ownership of my mouth or anus yet," Caroline replied. "What happens next is up to you. I have given myself to you."

"I can't have your husband saying that I forced you. The first time should be of your choosing," I said.

Taking my hand, Caroline turned me so that I was side-on to David. Caroline smiled and knelt at my feet. My cock stiffened in anticipation, and then Caroline leaned into my crotch, licking up the length of my cock before taking it into her mouth. Slowly sliding her head forward, Caroline too my full length down her throat. Reaching to my side, I grabbed a handful of David's hair and pulled back on it, forcing David to watch Caroline sucking my cock. Caroline's head bobbed back and forth, and I soon felt an orgasm building. Sensing it, Caroline cupped my balls in her hand, and increased the speed at which she was giving head. As Caroline felt my cock begin pulsing, she pulled her head off and drew back to present her face as a target for the streams of sperm that jetted from the end of my cock. In seconds, Caroline's face, neck and breasts were marked with my ejaculate.

Even the cum dripping down Caroline's face could not dim the brilliant smile she directed at me. After leaning back into my crotch and cleaning my cock with her tongue, Caroline slid her hands up my thighs and used that support to rise back to her feet. Caroline turned to face David; I could see David torn between the need to see Caroline's face and the humiliation she had caused him. Finally, David raised his face to meet Caroline's eyes, and the pain I could see there made me wonder if Caroline was pushing David too far, too fast.

Then Caroline slowly bent over, resting her hands on the arms of David's chair. The cum I had sprayed over Caroline's face began to drip down onto David, and I knew the smell of another man was strong in David's nose. Then the smell of Caroline's sex, presented to me along with her beautiful ass, claimed my attention.

Caroline's beautiful strong thighs glistened with the juices seeping from her pussy. I slipped my hand between Caroline's legs, reaching forward with my hand so that my cupped palm was directly under Caroline's labia. I stroked Caroline's labia and collected her dripping juices in my palm. Once my palm was slick with Caroline's juice, I brought my hand back to slide it over my cock, and then ran my wet fingers up and down Caroline's bum crack.

Once I had lubricated Caroline's anus, I pressed my cockhead against it. Despite my prior orgasms, my cock was erect enough to slowly penetrate Caroline's asshole. Caroline gasped as my cock entered her ass, but I continued to press forward, slowly filling her anus until my balls were pressed against her butt cheeks.

I pulled back until my cockhead strained her sphincter from inside, and then I reversed direction to push into Caroline's ass again. Building up speed with my pumping, I felt my orgasm building, so I reached through Caroline's legs to rub Caroline's clitoris. Caroline began to orgasm immediately, and her knees began to buckle, almost dislodging my cock from her ass. I grabbed Caroline's hips to steady her on her feet, and to hold my cock deep in her ass. Then I resumed pumping in and out of Caroline's ass until my semen surged from my balls, filling Caroline's anus. When the flow subsided, I slipped my cock out of Caroline's ass. As Caroline started to stand up, I noticed a dribble of blood, semen and faeces from Caroline's ass, moving down to her thighs. 

I guided Caroline around to face the table, and placed her palms flat on the surface for support. Then I released David from the chair, but kept his wrists bound. When I pushed David onto his knees on the floor behind Caroline, he didn't resist. The look on David's face made me wonder if he was really aware of what was happening; he seemed to be in shock. I reached down and untied Caroline's bra and pulled David's mouth open. I reached into David's mouth, and pulled Caroline's panties out. 

I gave David a moment to stretch his jaw, and then pushed David's head toward Caroline's ass. I nudged Caroline's feet further apart, and pushed David's face right into Caroline's perineum. "You will not lick any further than where your tongue is just now," I ordered Caroline's cuckolded husband. "However, you will clean Caroline by licking and sucking everything that comes from her anus," I continued. "Do you understand me?"

"Uh-huh," David sulkily replied.

"Pardon?" I asked sternly.

"Yes," David responded with just a tinge of anxiety in his voice.

"Yes, what?" I shouted.

"Yes, I understand," David tried again.

"Yes, I understand, MASTER!" I roared in exasperation.

"Yes, I understand . . . Master," David whimpered in surrender.

I leaned over David's head to whisper into Caroline's ear, telling her to push as much out of her ass as she could. I told Caroline not to be concerned if she farted or expelled waste along with my ejaculate -- after all, David would make sure nothing hit the carpet! Needing no further encouragement, Caroline pushed and strained the muscles of her anus. I still had Caroline's bra in my hand after removing it from David's mouth, so I used it to hold David's head in place against Caroline's ass. I pulled the bra under Caroline's thighs and brought the ends back together behind David's head, and then tied it tightly. It crossed my mind to wonder how David would be able to breathe in that position and David's struggles against the binding made me think that David was worried about that as well. I leaned down next to David's ear and told him exactly what would happen to him if he did not follow my orders and clean Caroline's ass immediately.




Office Harem Ch. 02 Pt. 3



Eventually, Caroline glanced over at me, drawing my attention from the bobbing of David's head as his tongue worked up and down Caroline's bum crack. I untied Caroline's bra, and let it drop to the floor next to David. Leaving David kneeling on the floor, his head bowed in shame, I took Caroline's hand, and asked her to lead me to the shower.

As Caroline and I showered together, the stroking of our soapy fingers was enough to rouse our sexual excitement, so I pinned Caroline to the wall of the shower, and, just as when we coupled in my front hall, Caroline's legs came up to wrap around me, giving me even deeper access to her pussy. Having orgasmed repeatedly that evening, we settled for a brief fuck before rinsing off and leaving the shower. Caroline and I dried off, and I followed Caroline from the bathroom into her bedroom.

As we were tired from the evening's exertions, Caroline and I spent our time together in her bed talking. Obviously, the events of the evening gave us a lot to discuss. The first decision we made with regard to how David would be handled was that Caroline would immediately extend her control over David. I suggested that Caroline might want David to be fitted out with a chastity tube, cock cage or Kali's teeth bracelet. When I explained this equipment to Caroline (and she stopped laughing at the thought of how difficult it would be to find something small enough to fit David), Caroline jumped off the bed to go to her computer on the desk in the room. 

Caroline and I did a quick search on the internet, and found a tube that we thought would fit David's cock. Caroline ordered it immediately, and bookmarked the other sites for possible future purchases. Then we went back to bed, and fell asleep immediately.

I left Caroline's house the next morning completely happy. Caroline had informed David, before I left, that he was going to be sleeping on a cot in the basement; he would have no access to her body unless I ordered it. I could see that, as submissive as Caroline was to me, Caroline was going to dominate David completely. With David continuing to work and contributing financial support, but completely under Caroline's control, I could see a bright vista of possibilities. Caroline would expand her dominance over David, yet worship my cock and strive to serve me in any way I chose. The fact that Caroline was in charge at home, a home that did not include children, meant there would be many opportunities for me to sleepover, to use the spare bedrooms in Caroline's house to include other women in our play -- and all of this would provide even more opportunities for Caroline to humiliate and dominate David. 

Whilst we were talking after ordering the new "toy" for David, Caroline confided to me that she wanted me to tie her up before fucking her in front of her tied up husband the next time I came to her house. Remembering that request put a big smile on my face, and I pulled out my mobile phone as I drove away from the house.

As I expected, Frances answered my call on the first ring. "Hi," I said, "I'm just leaving Caroline's."

Totally unsurprised, Frances replied, "That's good. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh, yes, Frances. Caroline gives a very respectable blowjob, despite her lack of experience given David's pitiful equipment. I fucked Caroline's pussy for the first time without a condom -- very tight, despite the fact that Caroline was very excited. And I took Caroline's anal cherry, again without a condom -- all with David as an unwilling audience. It wasn't something I had ever thought about doing, but I found I enjoyed it very much."

After a pause, Frances said, "When are you seeing Caroline next?"

"She's going to take a week or so to re-arrange her household, and more firmly establish her control over David. Why?" I asked.

"Well, for one thing, I want to see you," Frances replied.

"And for another?" I asked, smiling as I anticipated Frances' reply.

"Your dinner invitation was planned with several things in mind, Duncan. Caroline is ovulating this week. She is hoping that the seed you pumped into her will take hold inside her. She's hoping that she might miss her period." 



Office Harem Ch. 03



Thanks are due to sdbnnc for her very kind assistance in editing the previous parts of this series. I hope you enjoy Part Three. Part Four will follow shortly.

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Lucy was in her early forties. Although I had begun to recognize a pattern in the women that attracted me, Lucy was slightly different. Her breasts were about an F cup, with a proportioned figure. Lucy also was a reasonable height, about 5' 8", for a woman, which kept her from looking dumpy. She had a beautifully curved ass, shapely legs, jaw-length, straight, brown hair. Light blue eyes completed the picture. We met during a social event organised by the Sports & Social Committee in the office at the local indoor climbing centre. At our first meeting, I found Lucy's company pleasant, but no more than that. We ran into each other at a Franz Ferdinand concert in Glasgow. Seeing Lucy's breasts bouncing as she danced to the music caused both my cock and my feelings to grow.

Seeing her around the office, dressed in either trouser or skirt suits, she seemed to ooze sensuality. At least she did as far as I was concerned!

More recently, Lucy and I had arranged to visit the climbing wall again. I enjoyed climbing with Lucy as I was able to ogle her voluptuous body whilst checking her harnesses and again whilst belaying her. We had been climbing for a while, and were both getting a bit hot, sweaty and tired. When Lucy came down from her latest wall route, Lucy mentioned that some of our colleagues were meeting up for a few drinks later and asked if I'd like to join them. I said that I would, but I'd need a shower beforehand, but I wouldn't have time to get home and get back in to the city centre to meet them. Lucy suggested that I shower at her flat, as she lived closer to the city centre than I did, and then we both could head off to meet our colleagues. I thought that was a good idea, and so we both went to Lucy's.

A quick walk to the local underground station, a short journey on the train, and then a walk from the underground to Lucy's flat passed in pleasant conversation. When we arrived at Lucy's flat, Lucy offered me the first use of the shower, insisting when I deferred to her. Whilst in the shower, I was sure I could hear Lucy talking on the phone; I thought I heard my name, but couldn't be certain. As I finished my shower, I could hear Lucy hurriedly finishing her conversation.

As I left the bathroom, I called to Lucy to let her know that the shower now was free. Lucy approached me, and seemed nervous, although her lips were slightly smiling. Still wet from the shower (since I was wearing my towel around my waist), I walked through to the spare room where I dried myself, and started getting dressed. I barely had begun dressing when I heard the shower stop. I had left the spare room door open, and saw Lucy walk along the corridor. Lucy was wrapped a towel that barely covered the underside of her buttocks. She went into her room, and closed the door, but I soon heard Lucy calling my name. I buttoned up my jeans and walked along the corridor. Stopping outside the door, I asked Lucy what she wanted.

"Can you come in here, please?" Lucy asked.

I walked into Lucy's room, and saw her standing near the end of her bed, wearing a plain white cotton dressing gown.

"What's up? Don't you need to get dressed?" I asked

"Don't you?" Lucy replied, waving her hand at me, where I stood in my jeans but without my shirt.

"I guess. Shouldn't we be going soon?"

"Yes, but my climbing belt chafed me. I need to put some cream on, and I can't reach everywhere. Can you help me?"

"Uh, OK, I guess."

Lucy handed me a tube of moisturising cream, and turned her back to me. As I approached Lucy, she lifted the hem of her dressing gown. After it went up a couple of inches, the first chafed area was revealed. I started to apply some cream to the area, gently at first, and then making sure the cream was rubbed in properly. Lucy lifted her dressing gown further, and showing me a chafed area across one of her buttocks. She leaned forward, and put her hands on her bed. Lucy also parted her legs slightly, and from where I stood, I could see the fuzziness of her pubic hair. My cock twitched and started to stiffen. Finally, Lucy raised her hemline above her waist. There was a chafed strip across her lower back from the waist belt on the harness.

Having dealt with the marks on her back, Lucy turned round and sat on the bed. She had a glint in her eye. I glanced down and saw her trimmed bush edged with chafed strips. She parted her legs further, and I could see the gleam of her moist labia. I asked if she wanted me to continue.

"Yes, although these areas may be too sensitive for the cream," Lucy replied with a smile.

Tossing the tube of cream aside, I knelt down and start to use the most soothing thing I could think of -- I started kissing the chafed areas. The air was filled with the musky scent of an excited woman. It didn't take long for me to succumb. Moving my fingers to her crotch, I started to rub Lucy's clitoris. Moving my tongue to her crotch, I started to lick her clitoris. Quickly, Lucy's breathing became shallower, coming in short pants. Finally, Lucy's first orgasm arrived, her hips bucking, her cries jerked from her. Moving away from Lucy, I took off my jeans and my jockey shorts that were damp from my pre-cum. My cock was stiff and still leaking lubrication in anticipation of closer contact with Lucy.

I stepped between Lucy's legs, and slid my cock deep inside her in one smooth movement. She was so moist and ready for me that her pussy easily expanded to take my girth, and I was balls deep inside Lucy before I realised it. Sliding in and out of Lucy, she gasped at how full I made her feel. I soon approached my orgasm. Just before I ejaculated, I withdrew my cock from Lucy's pussy and climbed onto the bed. Straddling Lucy's torso, I slapped my cock down onto her cleavage and Lucy pulled her breasts up to envelop it. As I pushed forwards, the head of my cock moved to within range of her tongue. Lucy licked my glans as and when she could. After a few minutes, my delayed orgasm arrived. Feeling it pulsating up my cock, Lucy tucked her chin into her chest and opened her mouth. Erupting from my cock, my semen splattered over Lucy's face, from her eyes to her chin. Some landed in her mouth and some more dribbled over her cheeks and down her jaw line, pooling on her chest.
Quickly, Lucy let go of her breasts, allowing them to fall back to her sides. With her hands now free, she scooped as much semen from her face and into her mouth as she could collect with her fingers. Swallowing all that, Lucy then used her towel to wipe the rest from her face and chest. I climbed off Lucy and, before my cock started to soften, Lucy took it in her hand and masturbated me to keep me firm. Lucy motioned for me to lie down on the bed, and then straddled me. Lucy lined her pussy up with my cock, and lowered herself down onto my waiting cock. Lucy rode me, setting the pace to suit her mood -- sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly – no matter the speed at which Lucy moved it was marvellous to see her pendulous breasts swinging in front of me. Her large breasts had prominent nipples that were stiffly erect. Our second orgasms coincided, and Lucy collapsed onto me as her pussy spasmed around my pulsating cock. Holding Lucy in my arms, I rolled us onto our sides, and pulled Lucy closer. As our orgasms subsided, I asked Lucy a question.

"There never were any colleagues to meet for drinks, were there?"

"No," Lucy replied, "there weren't."

I thought for a moment.

"Whom were you speaking to on the phone earlier?" I asked.

"Frances, from work," Lucy smilingly replied.

"I thought it might have been," I said, "I know Frances."

"So she told me," Lucy said, "she also said that you were looking for someone who liked a bit of bondage from time to time."

My eyes widened; Lucy smiled. I knew that this would not be the last time I was in her arms. I was happy Lucy already knew about the relationship Frances and I had, but wondered if Lucy also knew about the others. Deciding that I'd deal with that question in the near future, I held Lucy in my arms and let my mind wander to thoughts of other means of restraint we could explore in the future.



Office Harem Ch. 04 Pt. 1



Thanks are due to sdbnnc for her very kind assistance in editing this and all the previous parts of this series. I also appreciate her input to the entire 4th part of this story. I hope you enjoy this first chapter of Part Four; the second chapter will follow shortly.

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"Hi! Are you heading out for lunch?"

I turned to see Fiona, one of the Admin women at my office. Fiona is about 5' 6" tall; fairly slim with a slight tummy, and 38E breasts, which are fairly large for a woman her size. Fiona has brown hair with lighter highlights, kept shoulder-length but usually worn up for work. Fiona's large hazel eyes usually are bright behind her glasses, but today I noticed they looked a bit strained. "Yes, I am -- just to Greggs (a local take-away shop), and maybe Woolie's (meaning Woolworth's)," I replied. 

"I am going to Greggs as well, do you mind if I walk with you?" Fiona asked.

"Not at all," I replied, "I've not seen you in a while."

We headed out of the office, and walked in the direction of Greggs, chatting about office politics, current news, folks leaving, that sort of thing. The walk to Greggs seemed shorter than usual, and I wondered if Fiona's company made it seem so. 

Despite that, I was slightly troubled, having sensed an undertone to Fiona's conversation. After leaving Greggs with our sandwiches, Fiona asked if we could get a seat somewhere. After we found benches in a nearby square, and sat, we began eating our lunches and continued the small talk we had carried on whilst walking.

Once our sandwiches had been eaten, however, it didn't take long for Fiona to start speaking very seriously.

"I've been finding things really tough in the office recently," Fiona said. "It's been horrible since my husband left me."

I was shocked to learn her husband had left Fiona, but also that she was discussing this with me. "What? He's left you? When? Why? . . . Sorry, it's none of my business."

"It's ok; I want to talk about it," Fiona replied.

"What happened?"

"He had an affair, and then left me for the guy," Fiona said.

"For a guy? He's gay?"

"Apparently so. Was it my fault? Am I that unattractive?" Fiona replied, her voice breaking.

"Not at all. You are really pretty. Maybe he'd been in denial, and needed to be honest with himself," I offered, my head spinning as I tried to process this information.

Fiona couldn't respond, as she began to sob. I put my arm around Fiona's shoulders, and pulled her over to rest her head on my shoulder. After a few minutes, Fiona's sobbing lessened, and she composed herself. 

"Look," I said, "why don't you take the afternoon off, and do something to cheer yourself up? I'll tell Joan you needed the time, and that you'll make it up over the weekend."

"Would you do that for me?"

"Of course," I responded, "You need a bit of space from work. In fact, if you let me know which day you'll be in at the weekend, I'll come in as well."

"OK, that would be nice," Fiona replied. "I could do with some company. I'll come in tomorrow." 

Fiona headed off to do whatever she wanted to do; I went back to the office, and spoke to Fiona's boss. Joan was a bit annoyed, but eventually accepted my assurance that Fiona needed the time off, and would make up the hours missed.

The next day I woke up early, having had a fitful night's sleep, probably missing the usual baby noises, as my daughter was visiting her grandparents so I could have a short break. I had a relaxed breakfast before checking my mobile for messages, finding this from one of my lovers, Frances: 

"I spoke 2 FiMcC last night." 

I was surprised to learn that Fiona had contacted Frances, and since I was about to meet Fiona at work, I thought I should find out more, so I sent a text back to Frances:

"What about?"

"Enjoy today," was the only response Frances offered.

"Pardon?" was my text back, hoping my open-ended question would elicit more information.

"When you're in the office, enjoy" came the text from Frances.

"What do you mean?" was my next text, more directly asking for information, but Frances did not respond.

I left the house, curious about Frances' texts, and drove into the office. As it was the weekend, I knew I'd be able to park in the car park under the office. When I parked, there were no other cars in the section reserved for employees of my company. I hoped Fiona hadn't changed her mind about coming to work, but I decided I'd find out soon enough, and got on with my work.

About half an hour later, I heard the main office door open and close. I hoped Fiona finally had arrived, but it was one of the draughtsmen.

Ten minutes later, I heard the door open and close again. This time the footsteps paused at the front of the office, then a couple of minutes later, they approached mine.

"Hi," Fiona said.

"Hi," I responded, "I thought you changed your mind."

"No," Fiona replied, "It was a bit of a struggle to get out of bed, but I knew that I had to do it."

"Do you fancy a cup of tea?" I asked.

"Yes," Fiona said, "I'll get it if you like."

"OK, thanks. I just take it with milk."

Following Fiona with my eyes, I admired (not for the first time) her shapely ass, slightly wiggling as she walked in her high heels. I thought it a bit odd that Fiona wore her normal office clothes (heels, tights, skirt and jumper) for weekend work, but knew that some people prefer wearing professional clothing whenever in the office. It seems to help them get in the right mindset for working. 

I went back to looking at my work -- "looking" because I certainly no longer was concentrating on it. I looked up again as Fiona came back with our tea. I was sure that Fiona's breasts were wobbling more than usual, but couldn't be completely certain without staring for an inappropriately long time.

Fiona sat down, and we chatted for a bit before she went to do some work. Again, I watched her ass wiggle away from me. After Fiona was out of view, I again looked at my work. This time I couldn't concentrate on it because my cock had hardened and was pushing against my jeans. When my erection eventually subsided, I went to the toilet, and then got a second mug of tea. As I returned to my desk, I sat down and prepared to get on with some work. Before I could start working, I heard a sound -- "Pssst."

I looked around, but couldn't see anyone. Then the voice came again -- the words making it clear that Fiona was speaking.

"I'm under the desk. Lower your chair."

Stunned by this turn of events, I acted almost automatically to lower my chair. When the chair reached its lowest level, Fiona reached from under the desk to pull my chair closer. Then Fiona's hands reached over, and started to unfasten the zip, belt and button on my jeans. Once Fiona had my jeans fully opened, she teased my cock from my boxers, and pulled it toward her. I felt Fiona's tongue delicately licking the tip of my cock, which rapidly stiffened. As Fiona tried to take my cock into her mouth, the draughtsman appeared behind the partition along the back of my desk.

"I'm just heading off now," the draughtsman said. "That drawing's finished, and you can check it on Monday."

"Uh, thanks," I responded. "Remind me then; I've got lots of things on my . . . mind just now."

"No problem," the draughtsman replied. "I'll see you on Monday. Have a good weekend."

"Yes," I said, "will do on both counts. Enjoy the rest of yours as well."

As the draughtsman walked away, I relaxed slightly. When I heard the front door close behind the draughtsman, I pulled my cock away from Fiona, and reached down to help her out from under my desk.

"Fiona," I said, "if you really want to do this, I think that we should go elsewhere. It would be more satisfying and more comfortable."

"You're probably right," Fiona replied, "though this is kind of exciting."

"I know," I agreed, "but I think we need somewhere with more space. If it's to be here at the office, it'll need to be in the disabled toilet. If not, then we could go to your place."

"Do you have a car downstairs?" Fiona asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"Then let's go to my house," Fiona said.

"OK -- I'm not just a rebound shag, am I?" I questioned.

"No; not at all," Fiona said, smiling. "Frances put me on to you. Frances said she thought you and I would have fun."

Still holding my hand, Fiona came out from under the desk, bent over at the waist to kiss my cock, and then stood up. Fiona said she would go to the toilet, shut down her computer, and be right back. I closed my computer down, put my jacket on and waited for Fiona's return. As soon as Fiona rejoined me, we left the office and went to my car, left the car park, and headed to Fiona's flat. I had a general idea where Fiona lived, and Fiona gave me directions as we got closer. At one point, as Fiona told me to turn right, she dropped something in my lap. 

After I made the turn, I looked down to see a pair of silky knickers with a very obvious damp patch. As I tried to keep my focus on my driving, I realized that Fiona had removed her panties whilst in the toilet. Then I had another thought -- given Fiona's interest in sex in my office, she seemed to have an exhibitionist streak. I began to think that perhaps Fiona hadn't waited for the privacy of the toilet, but had taken off her panties at her desk, in view of anyone looking in from the street. That thought made concentrating on driving even more difficult, a task that only became -- like my cock -- harder as Fiona reached over to stroke my crotch with one of her hands.

As Fiona continued running her fingers up and down my lengthening cock, she began sighing, causing me to glance over at her. My glance was riveted by the sight of Fiona's skirt, bunched up around the top of her legs, and Fiona's other hand, moving in and out of her pussy as she masturbated. It was more and more difficult to keep my attention on the road, especially after another glance revealed Frances licking her sex juices from her fingers. Fortunately, Fiona was cleaning herself up in readiness for leaving the car -- we were nearly at her flat.

When I parked my car in front of Fiona's flat, she got out of the car, pulling her skirt down, and walking around to my side of the car. After I got out of the car, Fiona took my hand and led me into the building. As we climbed the stairs that served all the flats, Fiona let go of my hand to walk in front of me, once again hitching up her skirt. I could see Fiona's rounded ass, the sheen of her wet pussy lips, and a dribble of pussy juice running down one of her thighs to the top of her stocking.

Fiona stopped outside her flat, leaving her skirt up as she searched her purse for her keys. Coming up behind Fiona, I slid one of my hands between her legs, and the other hand went up under her jumper. To my delight, I confirmed Fiona wasn't wearing a bra, confirming my suspicion in that she was braless in the office. As my hand caressed her breast, Fiona pushed back against me. I removed my hand from between her legs, and slid it under her jumper as well. Rubbing Fiona's breasts with both hands, I was surprised what a difference the lubrication of Fiona's sex juices, transferred to her breast by my hand, made in the sensations I was feeling. I kissed Fiona's neck, and Fiona turned her head to offer me her lips. Fiona and I exchanged a deep kiss.

Fiona moved to open the door, and I removed my hands from under her jumper. When we walked inside Fiona's flat, her Labrador dog came out, barking. Fiona reassured her dog, leading it to the kitchen, and closing it inside. It wasn't very used to strangers, but over time, hopefully it would get used to me visiting at Fiona's flat. Fiona returned to me, and we went through to the living room. Fiona turned toward me, and I pulled her jumper up and removed it. After I dropped the jumper, my hands returned to Fiona's breasts; my mouth moved from one nipple to the other, teasing, nibbling, and kissing them. As my mouth focused on one nipple, I rubbed the other nipple between the thumb and forefinger of one of my hands. Soon Fiona was squirming and rubbing her thighs together. Fiona quickly removed her skirt, and then started to undo my jeans.

Once Fiona removed my jeans, I sat down on one of the stools in the room, and slipped on a condom. I pulled Fiona towards me, and settled her down on top of my stiff cock. Fiona was so moist and ready that my cock slid easily inside her, but with plenty of contact with the walls of her pussy. Fiona found it difficult to maintain a rhythm on my cock in our sitting position, so we moved to the floor. 

Fiona lay on the rug in the centre of the living room floor, and I again slid inside her. As I moved in and out of her, my balls were getting wet from the volume of pussy juice Fiona was producing. Fiona quickly reached her orgasm, rolling her head from side to side, lifting her upper body from the floor. I could feel Fiona's pussy muscles clamping and releasing my cock, threatening to bring me to orgasm. I eased my cock out of Fiona's pussy, and suggested we adjourn to her bedroom.

Fiona agreed (I think she was getting uncomfortable on the rug), and I helped her to her feet. We quickly went to the bedroom, but when I suggested that Fiona kneel on the bed, she said she'd be uncomfortable about that. Fiona lay down on her back on the bed. I used my hand to wipe away some of the pussy juice leaking from Fiona's vagina, and eased my cock into her once again. Using one hand to brace myself above Fiona's body, I extended my other hand, coated with Fiona's pussy juice, to Fiona's mouth. As Fiona opened her mouth, I slid my fingers onto her tongue, and Fiona began sucking my fingers, licking away her juice. 

The excitement of tasting herself on my hand, and the friction of my cock moving in alternating hard, fast and slow, gentle thrusts in her pussy, led Fiona very quickly toward another orgasm. As Fiona began her orgasm, I kept thrusting, pushing through the contractions, feeling the pressure building in my balls. Finally I orgasmed, thrusting hard and deep into Fiona, holding myself balls deep inside her as pulse after pulse of semen jetted into the condom, filling it up to seep out around my balls and drip onto the bedcovers.

When our climaxes subsided, Fiona reached up for me, and I lowered myself into her arms. We rolled to the side and lay there, cuddling.

"Oh my," Fiona said, "that was wonderful."

"I did get the impression you were enjoying it," I said with a smile.

"I think I need a sleep," Fiona replied, with a stifled yawn.

"I'll cuddle you for a bit, and if you fall asleep, I'll show myself out," I promised.

A short time later, Fiona did indeed fall asleep. In her sleep, Fiona rolled over pulling my flaccid penis out of her vagina. Slowly, carefully, I eased my arm out from under Fiona's neck. As I stood at the side of the bed, I noticed a small pool of semen forming on one of Fiona's thighs. I turned and quietly left the bedroom, and then gathered my clothes from the living room and hall. Before dressing, I went to the toilet and washed up. Once I was dressed, I opened the kitchen door to allow Fiona's dog out. After taking a few moments to express its gratitude for being let out, the dog began snuffling me, no doubt smelling Fiona's scent all over me. Once that task was completed, Fiona's dog was obviously keen to locate his owner, and trotted off to the bedroom. 

I was nearly through the living room to the front door when I heard quiet moans coming from Fiona's bedroom. Fiona's dog had nuzzled into her neck and face, causing Fiona to waken. As Fiona awakened, I saw her face light up as she remembered the pleasure we had shared. Fiona's dog continued to snuggle close to Fiona, and Fiona reached out to hold the dog closer to her as she broke down, sobbing. After listening to Fiona's crying for a few minutes, I quietly went to the bedroom door.

By the time I reached the bedroom door, Fiona had stopped sobbing and, apparently believing I had left her flat, was now masturbating with a candle. Her gasps of sexual excitement were punctuated with sighs of the name of our Office Director, her immediate boss. I pulled out my mobile phone, took a couple of photos of Fiona, and then started filming, capturing her blissful climax and return to sleep.

I thought that I should go before Fiona woke again, so I stopped filming, took another couple of photos and left. As I walked down the corridor and stairs, I reviewed the photos. One of them showed Fiona with her head turned to the side, smiling, eyes closed, as she drove the candle into her pussy. I was wondering what use I could find for the photographs and video footage as I drove home. Although I paid strict attention to traffic on the drive, the smile on my face revealed my anticipation of my next move with the lovely Fiona.



Office Harem Ch. 04 Pt. 2



Thanks are due to sdbnnc for her very kind assistance in editing this and all the previous parts of this series. I also appreciate her input to the entire fourth part of this story. I hope you enjoy this final chapter of Part Four. Part Five will follow shortly.



When I reached home, I found that I had a missed a call from Frances, so we had previously agreed, I sent Frances a text to say I was now home. A couple of minutes later, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me. I got your text," Frances said.

"I'm just back in."

"Did you have a productive day in the office?" Frances asked knowingly.

"Not really. There were too many distractions."

"Too many?" Frances queried.

"Well, just one – Fiona -- unless you count each breast, each buttock, and the blowjob separately," I replied.

"So what happened?" Frances asked.

I gave Frances a rough outline, and heard her breathing changing as she got more and more turned on.

"Do you want me to come over?" I asked.

"No, you can't," Frances responded. "My daughters are having a sleepover."

"That's a shame," I replied. "I'm that empty of semen, I'm sure I'd last for ages."

"Don't say that!" Frances protested.

"I'll see you on Monday," I said before hanging up the phone.

Off the phone, I quickly downloaded the photos and video from my phone to my computer, and logged onto my work email account. I sent an email to Fiona, thanking her for this morning, and asking if we could meet at lunchtime on Monday. I considered adding a photo or two to the email to Fiona, but I didn't want to be sacked for distributing such material on email. Instead, I printed the photos, and then copied the photos and video onto a memory stick and a CD.

I spent Sunday working out how I would approach Fiona. I wanted to continue a relationship with her, but I wanted it clear that I would be in control. After I worked out my approach, I called one of my other lovers, Caroline, and dropped round to see her for some bondage and anal fun. I will keep the details of that episode to myself, but it was very enjoyable for both Caroline and me. Caroline's cuckolded husband wasn't so sure about the fun, but it wasn't as if he had any choice.

On Monday, I went into work, smiling. I checked and double-checked that the envelope of photos was sealed -- it wouldn't do for those to end up in the wrong hands. Fiona arrived in the office at her usual time, just before nine o'clock. Just after nine o'clock, Fiona sent me an email. She said that she was happy to meet up at lunchtime. I suggested we meet away from the office, to avoid any gossip starting. I told her I would appear to happen upon her at a pedestrian crossing, and we could carry on walking and chatting together from there. Fiona sent an email agreeing to this plan, so I happily got on with my work for the morning, checking the drawing that had been completed on Saturday.

At lunchtime, I quickly left the office, and headed out to meet Fiona, picking up a couple of sandwiches en route. When I met Fiona further down the street, I suggested we walk to the same park in which we had chatted on Friday. We caught up on some small talk as we found a bench in the square and sat down, after we unwrapped our sandwiches and began eating, Fiona said, "I really enjoyed Saturday."

"I know. I enjoyed it too," I replied.

"I can't believe that you made me orgasm twice," Fiona said with a smile.

"Just out of interest, did you enjoy the first, second or third time best?" I asked.

Fiona was confused. "Third time? I only remember two," Fiona responded.

"Maybe I should have said the first or second time with me, or the time with the candle?" I persisted.

"What do you mean?" Fiona asked.

I took out the envelope and handed over a photo of Fiona licking her pussy juices from her hand, then a photo showing Fiona moving onto her hands and knees, and finally the photo of the smile on Fiona's face as she ploughed her cunt with the candle.

"I can only assume that there was an orgasm after all this," I said.

Fiona hung her head, and held her face in her hands. She started to sob. Slightly cruelly, I let Fiona sit, crying, before saying I wanted to continue a relationship with her. Fiona looked astonished, but agreed. Then I told Fiona there would be conditions. Fiona looked curious, but agreed. I started to list the conditions.

I'm not particularly keen on dogs, so I said that the first condition was that Fiona's dog had to be given away.

"Please," Fiona pleaded, "I need my dog. I'll be so lonely with out him! My home will be so empty."

Seeing the despair on Fiona's face, I relented. "Okay," I said, "but until I say otherwise, the dog should be kept in one of the rooms when I come over." I don't like dogs that jump up on you, and Fiona's dog had done that. Still, I was willing to compromise and hopefully the dog and I would get used to one another since I anticipated spending quite a bit of time with Fiona at her flat.. 

Second, Fiona had to have suitable health checks undertaken by her doctor. I wanted to be certain she was completely clean. Neither of us knew what risks her husband had taken or to what he might have exposed Fiona.

Third, Fiona would stay in her flat; have the locks changed and a new alarm fitted or the code changed for the current one. There was no point in any further, major, upheaval in her home, but changing the locks and alarm would give Fiona a sense of security from her husband who had walked out on her. I, of course, would have a set of Fiona's keys, as well as the alarm code.

Fourth, Fiona was to dress and behave as I required. I would allow her to choose her own appropriate clothing for work, but the general style of underwear Fiona was to wear, even at work would be chosen by me. As I would explain to Fiona once our relationship began, I would require Fiona to wear stockings and suspenders with no knickers, crotchless knickers, peephole bras or balcony bras or perhaps to wear no underwear whatsoever, whenever I chose, including during working hours.

Fifth, Fiona would need some human company in the flat. Together, we would work to find a suitable flatmate for her, to give her some company in the flat, as well as to contribute financially now that Fiona was responsible for all her own expenses.

Obviously, these conditions created a relationship in which Fiona would be subordinate to me, but that is characteristic of many relationships. Not only would I gain the sexual outlet of having a relationship with Fiona (and possibly her future flatmate!), but my involvement with Fiona would provide me with a den in the city. Apart from the discussion about the dog, Fiona had readily accepted my conditions, intelligent and understanding enough to realise that the majority of them would give her more security and peace of mind. We finished up eating, and then went back to the office.

Fiona and I met after work, and went to Fiona's flat. As I drove to Fiona's flat, I told Fiona to remove her underwear, unbutton her blouse and pull it open to expose her breasts. Fiona wasn't too keen, but she did obey. Fiona liked what followed even less. 

When we arrived outside Fiona's flat and exited the car, I did not allow Fiona to button her blouse or even hold it closed. Fiona's breasts were exposed for all to see, although I allowed Fiona to quickly lead the way to the common stair. As we climbed the stairs to Fiona's flat, I told Fiona to take off her skirt. With her skirt removed, Fiona's pussy was easy to access with my fingers she walked ahead of me. I inserted the middle finger of one of my hands into Fiona's pussy. Despite Fiona's obvious embarrassment at my instructions, following them certainly was turning her on.

We entered Fiona's flat, and I told her to kneel on the hall floor, facing the kitchen door. I left the flat door open, and then stood just within the kitchen. Undoing the belt and fly on my trousers, I pulled out my cock. It was, by this time, almost painfully stiff. I started to masturbate with my cock pointing at Fiona. Quickly, urgently, I masturbated, and soon approached my orgasm.

"Open your mouth. Open your eyes. Cup your hands under your breasts and offer them up to me," I said. Fiona complied.

"Hold them there . . . hold it . . . hold it . . ." I gasped.

Suddenly, explosively, I came. Semen spurted from my cock head, and splattered over Fiona's face; some of the next spurt landed in her mouth, the next hit her chin and then her chest. The next jetted across her breasts, and the remainder fell to the floor, joining the streams dripping from Fiona's body.

I looked around the edge of the kitchen door. There was an old man watching through the open flat door as Fiona knelt there, semen dribbling down her face and her body. I walked out of the kitchen, took a grip of Fiona's hair, and used her hair to clean the end of my cock. I put my cock away, and refastened my trousers. Until Fiona had her health check-up, my cock wasn't going inside her, at least not without protection. 

Watching the old man, whose eyes had never left Fiona's kneeling form, I said, "Clean the floor."

Gratifying my instinctive recognition of the submissive in her, Fiona lowered herself to the floor and began cleaning it with long laps of her tongue. As Fiona cleaned each line of semen from the floor, she closed her mouth and savoured the taste of my semen before bending down for more. 

When the floor was clean, and my surveillance of the old man indicated that he was nearly swooning from the sight of Fiona's bare ass and pussy, visible through her spread legs, I told Fiona to clean herself. Fiona knelt up and ran her fingers from her knees to her face, scraping off the cooling streams of ejaculate that marked her body. As Fiona gathered a finger full of semen, she would lift her eyes to mine, insert her loaded finger into her mouth and suck it clean, pursing her lips and frequently closing her eyes in bliss at the taste of me on her tongue.

Knowing that there were many more eventful days and nights ahead with Fiona, but pleased at the natural aptitude for submission she evidenced, I reached down to stroke Fiona's head, and then moved my hand over to pull her finger from her mouth. When Fiona looked at me, her excitement bright in her eyes, I shook my head and said, "One more condition, Fiona. Your sexual excitement and release are mine, now. You may not pleasure yourself sexually or give into orgasm without my express consent. Do you understand and agree?"

Fiona sighed before nodding her agreement. Once again, my demonstration of dominance and control touched Fiona's submissive core, prompting her to yield even more than I was asking of her, and promising me an opportunity for exploration and growth that I had not expected, but was happy to find.

"Good," I replied. "In future, you will need to be sure to answer me more formally and respectfully, but for now you have a lot to think through and understand. Therefore, I am instructing you not to masturbate and not to orgasm until I give you permission to do so. Instead, think about how wet your pussy is from the taste of my sperm; think about who controls you; and think about how you can please me further."

Satisfied that Fiona had revealed even more to me than she had unwittingly shown her neighbour, I walked along the hall, and closed the flat door. Once I was outside Fiona's flat, I looked across the hall at her neighbour. The older man looked at me with respect and some envy, I thought, before glancing back at Fiona's flat door. Although I didn't feel it necessary, the pride and excitement I felt at my new relationship with Fiona prompted me to catch the man's eye and quietly speak a single word: "Mine."

Nodding his head, the older man backed into his flat, closed and snapped the locks. As I moved off down the hall, I allowed myself to wonder what Fiona was feeling and doing. Our new relationship was off to an excellent start, but this only was the start of the things I had planned for Fiona. I wondered where I would find her a flatmate.



Office Harem Ch. 05 Pt. 1



 Pt. 5, Ch. 1: Asian Delight

Thanks are due to sdbnnc for her very kind assistance in editing all the previous parts of this series. I hope you enjoy this first chapter of part five. The second chapter will follow shortly. This chapter is largely devoted to character development and building anticipation.



"Excuse me, can I have a word?" my manager asked.

"Sure," I said, "just let me finish this email and I'll be right with you."

Moments later, I walked into my manager's office and closed the door, saying, "You wanted to speak with me?"

"Yes, take a seat," my manager said. "The Inverness office has asked us if we can help them out. They need two engineers to go on a weeklong visit to Stornoway next week, leaving on early Monday morning and coming back Friday night, possibly Saturday. The only people we have that could be freed up are you and Krupali. Now I know it's not ideal because of Krupali's religious restrictions, but I think she'll be ok with this if it is you that goes with her. She seems to trust you a lot."

Krupali Sahni is Indian; she stands about 5' 3"; has light brown skin; long black, sleek, shiny hair; sparkling brown eyes; a cute but slightly broad nose; and full lips that look particularly inviting and kissable. Krupali's breasts are small -- probably only an 'A' cup size – but they were firm and high, in part because she was only in her mid-20's. Krupali is slim with a definite waist; and a tight, round bottom in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. Unfortunately, Krupali's practice of always wearing trousers in the office had denied me an opportunity to observe her legs, but I was confident they would not disappoint.

"I am OK with travelling with Krupali, as long as she is OK with it," I replied, my outer calm belying the racing of my mind at the thought of a whole week with Krupali who made my heart pound and my cock throb – not to mention the happy news that Krupali trusted me.

"I'll speak to her as well and then I can sort out the hire car and the like," I continued.

"Thanks. I think someone in the Inverness office will reserve your hotel accommodations," my manager said, "but let me know if there are any problems."

I left his office, and went to speak to Krupali. Krupali expressed no concerns about being away from the office for a week. In fact, she seemed happy that the two of us would be going together.

I arranged the hire car (a good one as I'd be doing all the driving myself); when the car arrived, I called the Inverness office to give the car information for the ferry booking, and was told our hotel reservations hadn't been made yet. 

In order to make the ferry that we were booked on to, I told Krupali that I'd need to pick her up no later than 7:30 a.m. that Monday. I didn't know much about Krupali's religious restrictions, so when she asked me to pick her up at the end of her street so that the family she lodged with would not see her getting into a private car with a man who was not a family member, I was a little surprised. Krupali explained that the family would not approve of her being alone in a car with a man, and would be outraged if they knew Krupali and I would be on a business trip together for the whole week.

The weekend came and went; I packed my bag on Sunday night, and then I sent a text to Krupali to make sure she was on schedule. Krupali responded immediately, giving me the impression that Krupali was looking forward to a break from the office. Despite my excitement at the upcoming time with Krupali, I slept great that night; in the morning, I woke up feeling fully refreshed for the first time in a long time.

I was early getting to the street where I was to pick up Krupali, who smiled and waved when she saw me waiting. I helped Krupali put her bags in the boot, and took a moment to surreptitiously adjust my crotch as I walked to my door. When Krupali bent over to pick up her luggage, I had a peek down the front of her blouse. The lacy edge of the snowy white cup of Krupali's bra against the creamy tan of her breast elicited an immediate reaction.

After we settled into our seats, we headed north. It's always interesting to find out how different people react to being up and about early in the morning. I had jumped out of bed that morning, feeling energized and excited, and it appeared Krupali had the same experience. Krupali's excitement was obvious not only by her ready smile and sparkling eyes, but by the constant flow of chatter as I negotiated through the early morning traffic. 

Eventually, as we travelled further north and traffic thinned, Krupali dozed off. When I glanced over, I could see how peaceful she looked. A slight smile played on her lips, her chest rose and fell gently as she breathed, and at times her lips parted and showed her perfect white teeth. Krupali had crossed her legs as she slept, and the position pulled the fabric of her trousers tight across her thighs. It seemed that Krupali's legs were as good as I had imagined.

As we arrived in Inverness, Krupali woke up and stretched, pulling her blouse tight, accentuating her small, pert breasts. When we got to the Inverness office, I parked our rental car, and we went inside. Whilst Krupali went to the toilet, I got the ferry and accommodation arrangements sorted out.

"What do you mean, we're in a self-catering cottage?" I asked the Inverness office clerk.

"That's all the accommodation we could get," she replied. "All the hotels and B&Bs are full. We had too short notice for anything else."

"Well, I guess we either stop at a supermarket in Stornoway or eat out," I said.

"I think a supermarket would be best. You're about 10 miles outside Stornoway," the clerk advised.

"Great," I said, "I wonder if Krupali fancies making curry? We might need to go to the supermarket here before we head out."

At this point, Krupali came out of the restroom, and I explained the situation. I had expected our cottage accommodation to be a problem for her, but Krupali seemed to take it in stride. After glancing through the materials, Krupali said that the cottage seemed nice and big enough for us to share, and she would be happy to do some cooking.

Krupali and I left Inverness, after stopping at the supermarket, and drove to Ullapool for the ferry. Our journey was uneventful, the scenery providing enough material to keep our small talk going along the way. We arrived in plenty of time for the ferry, but unfortunately the weather had worsened as we got further west. Although the weather wasn't yet so bad the ferry was cancelled, it looked as though the crossing might be rough.

We checked in for the ferry, and then waited in the car. As Krupali and I continued chatting, learning more about each other personally and comparing notes about the job we were going to be doing that week, Krupali got more relaxed. Krupali laughed and joked with me, and she angled herself in her seat so that she was facing more toward me instead of the windscreen. Krupali definitely was getting more comfortable in my presence, although she occasionally caught herself, as if remembering that we were co-workers, not just friends. It seemed a very short time before we were driving onto the ferry -- time really does fly when you're having fun!

About 15 minutes out from Ullapool, Krupali began experiencing sea-sickness. Unlike the smooth river crossings of ferries in India, Krupali was on a ferry crossing The Minch. The Minch is not known for being a calm body of water; frequent storms, like those we were having then, can turn the less than three hour crossing to four hours or more. 

We weren't even out of the sea loch, into The Minch proper, before Krupali was feeling ill. I suggested we walk outside, thinking some fresh air might help. While the fresh air chilled Krupali, making her nipples erect, the only help it offered was to provide me an excuse to wrap Krupali in my jacket, which in turn excused my brief hug, pulling Krupali's slight body into mine. The feel of Krupali's pointed nipples against my chest indicated that I was getting more heated than Krupali, and I was careful not to pull her fully against me so that she would feel my erection pressing through my trousers. 

Since the fresh air didn't make Krupali feel better, we went back inside the main cabin of the ferry and found a seat. I suggested Krupali might want to lie down; we could see other people doing that. The comfiest seats were in the lounge bar, so we went through there. Krupali lay down on one of the benches with her head on my rolled-up jacket, but complained it was too low. I suggested Krupali put my jacket on my lap, and use my jacket again as a pillow, but she said that was too high. 

Still trying to help, I suggested the only other option was for Krupali to lie with her head on my lap, without the jacket under her head. I obviously was agreeable to Krupali doing that, but I told her I would understand if she didn't want to be so familiar with me. Krupali's cheeks went a lovely colour that is hard to describe, then she sat up, took my jacket off my lap, and laid down on her back with her head on my thigh. Krupali asked me to put my jacket over her like a blanket; while I was smoothing out the jacket after placing it over her, my hand happened to slide over Krupali's breasts. I immediately apologised, but noticed a small smile on Krupali's blushing face.

Krupali seemed to feel better once she was comfortable lying down; she drifted off to sleep, still with her head on my lap. The warmth from her head felt good on my crotch; I looked down at her peaceful face and felt my cock twitch and start to stiffen.

"Christ," I thought, "not just now."

Krupali's head moved on my lap and rubbed against my cock, causing my cock to stiffen further. Krupali mumbled something in her sleep, and then rolled onto her side, moving her face away from my crotch, but then brushed it against my cock before resting back in the same place. As Krupali continued sleeping, she rolled over to her other side, placing her face inches from my now very erect cock. My concern about my erection was compounded by the fact that Krupali's current position allowed me a clear line of sight down the front of her blouse. Just as when I caught my first glimpse of her breasts earlier, the effect on my cock was dramatic. 

Krupali soon woke up; when she realized how close she was to my groin, she immediately sat up, and began chattering away to distract me from her blushing embarrassment. After a few moments, Krupali excused herself to go to the ladies' room, and I was treated to a view of Krupali's fine ass, moving smoothly as she walked quickly away from me.

When Krupali returned from the toilets, she headed out on deck rather than rejoining me at our seats. Since it was blowing a gale outside, I figured Krupali would be back in shortly, but I went looking for her after she'd been on deck more than five minutes. It took a tour of the deck before I found Krupali on the top deck, sheltering from the weather in the lee of the funnel, with tears running down her cheeks. Krupali was so overwhelmed with her feelings that she didn't notice me approach until I was just a couple of steps away. The resemblance to a cornered animal, ready to flee, was upsetting, so I immediately said, "Krupali, don't run away. I can see you're upset but let's talk."

Krupali settled back against the funnel, and I sat down on a bench across from her, giving her space and me manoeuvring room in case she did run.

"I'm ashamed," Krupali said.

"You've done nothing wrong," I replied. "You were innocently sleeping. I'm embarrassed about my erect-- I mean, my reaction."

Krupali's only response was silence.

"Look," I said, " we've got to get through this week. We can either have a big problem between us or we can put it behind us and get on with what we're here to do, and be comfortable around each other instead of being awkward."

"OK," Krupali responded with a tentative smile.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Everything will be put behind us?"

"Yes. Can we go inside now?" Krupali asked " I'm cold."

"Of course we can," I said, smiling.

I stood and held out my hand to help Krupali up and, after a moment's hesitation, she took it. We moved to the leeward side of the boat, and then went down a couple of decks to go back inside to the lounge bar. "I don't know about you, but I could do with a drink to warm me up," I said. "The only problem is, I'm the driver. You could have one though."

"I'm not meant to because of my religion," Krupali responded, "but I would like something."

We settled on hot chocolate – Krupali's with a dram of whisky added – and were warmed up enough after a couple of drinks to get back to discussing the week ahead of us. Both of us were relieved to find, when we looked over the cottage information more carefully, that there were two bedrooms and two bathrooms. Being able to bathe and dress apart from each other seemed to be a relief to Krupali, for which I was grateful.

On arriving in Stornoway, we stopped for perishables at the local supermarket and drove straight to the cottage to unload our luggage and put away the food before going to the site for a quick visit. Once the luggage and food were unloaded into the cottage, I sent Krupali to check out the larger bedroom, which she would be using. I had barely got my luggage picked up to move into the smaller bedroom when Krupali called to me.

I went into her bedroom and found that the en suite bath had flooded, soaking the bedroom carpet and making the room quite uninhabitable for the short-term. Despite Krupali's protestations, I insisted she take the other bedroom, saying I would manage fine on the sofa in the living room. I called the owner of the cottage to report the damage after I turned off the water in the bathroom, and explained that we were going out, but that the problem needed her attention right away. She agreed that she would take care of it as best she could whilst we were out, and would call me on my mobile with an update as soon as she had one.

We went off to the work site; everything seemed in place for us to get our work done in the time allotted. Our safety instructions and schedule were confirmed with the staff, and then we returned to the cottage, despite not having heard from the owner. The owner actually was leaving the cottage when we arrived. She explained that the plumber could not see to the repairs until the next day, and thanked me for turning off the water to minimize the damage as much as possible. She explained that the rate for the cottage would be reduced because of the inconvenience of having one bedroom and one bathroom out of commission as well.

After the owner left, Krupali went to the bedroom to unpack, and I set about making dinner for the two of us. Dinner passed uneventfully, and after a brief reassurance to Krupali that I would be fine sleeping in the living room, we retired to bed for the night.

When morning came, I hadn't slept a wink, but Krupali slept really well, and said we'd make different sleeping arrangements for that night. After a quick wash-up and breakfast, we left for the work site. Once we were at work, both Krupali and I focused on the job at hand, and got through a good day's work with little difficulty.

When we got back to the cottage, we found a note from the plumber that the second bathroom repairs were not completed, and we still were not to attempt to use it. Krupali could tell I was knackered from the hard day's work and no rest the night before. Krupali suggested I take a nap on her bed whilst she made dinner. I knew this was a big offer, given Krupali's religious upbringing, so I thanked her and said I would sleep on top of the covers rather than in her bed. Krupali looked relieved, and went into the kitchen. I lay down on the bed, and was asleep within a minute. It seemed only moments later, despite the fact that a couple of hours had passed, when Krupali woke me for dinner. 

Whilst we ate dinner, Krupali commented on how rested I looked, and how it was obvious I couldn't sleep in the living room. In the spirit of making both of us comfortable, Krupali suggested that, for tonight and as long as the second bedroom an bath were off limits for repairs, Krupali would sleep on the bed, under the covers, and I would sleep on the same bed, but top of the covers. Also, as a nod to the cultural taboos she was stretching, I would sleep with my head at the bottom of the bed, whilst Krupali's head was at the head of the bed, with a pillow between her head and my feet. 

When I let Krupali convince me her plan would work, Krupali went on to say that she would be in bed before I came to the bedroom to get ready for bed. I would put the bedroom light out before going into the bathroom to change for bed. I would then turn out the bathroom light before coming back into the bedroom to go to bed. There was no way I could work all week with only a couple hours of sleep each evening, and Krupali seemed OK with the arrangement, so I agreed. I had some doubts that the plan would work in practice, though, and those doubts were justified around midnight the first night we shared the bed.

"Ow!" I groaned.

"What? What is it?" Krupali woke suddenly, disoriented and disconcerted at hearing my voice.

"You just kicked me!" I complained. "I think I'd be better off on the couch after all."

"No, you won't be," Krupali said. "You'd be better off if you just sleep on top of the covers but with your head up here."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, it'll be OK," Krupali assured me.

I turned round, placed my head on the pillow that had been between Krupali's head and my feet, and we both got back to sleep. When I woke up, Krupali was lying on her side, facing me, and her hand was across my bare chest. As I realised this, Krupali's hand started to move, up and down my chest, although she obviously was still sleeping. The touch of her hand rubbing across my skin, her fingernails gliding over my erect nipples, was increasing the natural morning stiffness of my cock. 

I knew Krupali was going to be mortified if she realized what she was doing, so I began to cough, using the motion of the cough to slide my chest away from her body, which had begun to sway closer to mine. After the third cough, Krupali began waking, and then came completely awake as she realised it was my chest under her palm.

"What were you doing?" Krupali demanded.

"I wasn't doing anything," I said, "It was your hand on my chest."

Krupali jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, not realizing that, whilst sleeping, her nightie had crawled up around her waist, giving me a great view of her gorgeous ass (a fact I was wise enough to refrain from remarking on to Krupali at the time). 

My reticence was the wise choice, for I soon heard sobbing coming from the bathroom. After a moment's reflection, I went to the kitchen, made us each a cup of tea and went back to the bedroom. Sitting on the floor next to the bathroom door, I asked Krupali if she wanted a cup of tea. Krupali opened the door just enough to let me pass the cup of tea through. I told Krupali that putting her hand on my chest was an accident, and that neither of us did anything wrong. I don't know if it was the tea or my reassurances, but in a few minutes Krupali came out of the bathroom and joined me in the kitchen for breakfast.

Krupali cleaned up the kitchen so that I could have the bedroom and bathroom to myself, and then I caught up on some e-mails whilst she showered and dressed for the day. When we both were ready, we headed out again to the work site, assuming our most professional manner with the staff there, as well as with each other. We got on with the work scheduled to be done that day, but I was aware of the return of tension between Krupali and me, and I knew we couldn't finish off the week with that between us.




Office Harem Ch. 05 Pt. 1



On the way home, we stopped at the supermarket to pick up some fresh vegetables and other food for dinner. Since I had realized that Krupali and I were going to have to try to clear the air once and for all, I also bought a bottle of whisky to aid the discussions.

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Office Harem Ch. 05 Pt. 2



Pt. 5, Ch. 2, Asian Delight

Thanks are due to sdbnnc for her very kind assistance in editing all the previous parts of this series. I hope you enjoy this second chapter of part five. The third chapter will follow shortly.



After dinner we sat in the living room, and I offered Krupali a drink. When she didn't want it, I suggested that it may help the discussion we needed to have, and that we could do with lowering our inhibitions to have an open and honest discussion. Somewhat reluctantly, Krupali accepted the glass, and took a small sip of the amber liquid inside it.

"Krupali, what happened this morning was an accident. There is nothing for you to be ashamed or embarrassed about," I began.

"But there is," Krupali responded.

"How could there be? You were asleep, I was asleep. No-one is at fault," I insisted.

"But I am," Krupali said before taking a large sip of whiskey, "because of what happened afterwards."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I shouldn't have done what I did," Krupali said.

"What did you do afterwards?" I asked. "You ran to the bathroom. That's understandable."

"But before I did," Krupali said, after another draw on her whiskey, "I pulled up my nightie."

I sat there, stunned into silence. Krupali meant for me to see her ass?

"I had been sleeping," Krupali explained. "I was dreaming of lying in bed with someone lying beside me; with . . . you . . . beside me," Krupali continued.

"But there's still nothing wrong with that," I said.

"But we're not married," Krupali exclaimed, "And I wanted you . . . to . . . hold me, cuddle me, and kiss me."

While my befuddled mind was trying to take that information in, Krupali continued, with the air of making a clean breast of everything in one go, "Also, I should be ashamed that I kicked you," she said, "but I couldn't think of another way to get you to move your head to the top of the bed."

"You . . . so you . . . you had been planning to get me up to the top of the bed?" I asked in amazement.

"Yes," Krupali replied. There was a pause before Krupali spoke again.

"I . . . I . . . I want to be with you. I know we're not married; I know it'll bring shame on me and my family but I've had feelings for you for a long time," Krupali confessed. "When I suggested to the director that I'd be happy to go with you, but not anyone else, I had such hopes for this week. I wanted you to find me attractive and to enjoy my company. My mind got all messed up on the ferry, and I'm sorry but . . . ."

Krupali stopped there. I think it had something to do with me walking over to her seat, leaning over and kissing her, gently, on her soft, full lips. When I stopped kissing her, Krupali's eyes were sparking, her breathing heavier and her cheeks flushed. She looked up at me, wrapped her arms around me, and pulled me down towards her. We kissed for a while, more and more passionately. My hands roamed over her clothes and through her hair. Krupali held me tightly, moaning with pleasure. 

When, after several minutes, we came up for air, Krupali asked, "Where do we go from here?"

"Well," I said, feeling my way, "It will be difficult to forget that this happened."

We held each other a while longer before I said, "It's getting towards bedtime, so perhaps we should move through to the bedroom. Though before we do, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?" Krupali suddenly looked worried.

"Well, I can't say that I will be in an exclusive relationship with you," I explained. "Maybe in time, but at present I'm sleeping with various women, particularly in work. In all honesty, it is largely just sex and well, I have to at least tell you that."

Krupali looked up at me. "Please let's go to bed together," she said.

Standing, I helped Krupali to her feet. Krupali put her arms around my neck for another kiss. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel the heat from her crotch through her clothes and mine. I carried Krupali through to the bedroom and, with one arm holding her; I started to remove her top. Easing it up her back, her skin felt wonderfully soft and warm. Krupali took one of her arms away at a time in order to free them from her top. Briefly breaking our kiss, I removed Krupali's top over her head. Reaching behind her, I then unhooked her bra, and Krupali shrugged it off her shoulders and then took her arms out of it. Again leaving one arm to hold her, my other hand went to her breasts. As my hand covered one of her breasts, I could feel Krupali's heart pounding, and her nipple puckered under the palm of my hand. I moved my hand and caressed her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden even more instantly.

I lowered Krupali so that she could stand. With hands that shook, I undid Krupali's trousers and eased them down over her hips. Krupali stepped out of her slacks and kicked them away. Standing there in her panties and ankle socks, Krupali looked so extremely cute, vulnerable and sexy. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my shirt out of my jeans. 

Krupali started undoing the shirt buttons and rubbing her hands on my stomach. I undid the top buttons and took my shirt off. I undid the belt on my jeans, and Krupali started to undo the button fly. Easing my jeans down, Krupali saw my cock straining against and tenting my shorts. Krupali kissed the peak of the tent and a dark spot appeared as the pre-cum soaked through the fabric.

I stepped out of my jeans and removed my shorts and socks. I stepped towards Krupali again, and she reached for my cock with both hands. Stroking it a couple of times, Krupali then kissed the tip of my cock before opening her lips to receive it. I was certain Krupali had not given a blowjob before, but she certainly knew what she was doing. Of course, Krupali was not the most skilled practitioner but she had a natural talent that made the experience so good. 

Krupali used her hands to cup my balls whilst her head bobbed on my cock and her tongue swirled around it. These attentions quickly increased the tension in my balls, so I pulled out of Krupali's mouth before I came and kneeled before her. Kissing Krupali's neck, I moved down to her breasts. Kissing one, my hand played with the other. Moving back and forward between the two, I knew Krupali was getting excited, as I could smell the muskiness from between her legs. I worked down her stomach and suggested she lie back on the bed. I hooked my fingers into the band of her panties. Knowing what I wanted, Krupali raised her hips off the bed so I could remove her panties and then her socks.

Parting Krupali's legs, I admired her pussy and its delicate covering of pubic hair. The hair was not too dense, and it covered only the area right around her opening. Sliding my hands up the inside of Krupali's thighs, I moved closer, kissing her thighs as I went. I could see moisture glinting on Krupali's pussy lips. I kissed the soft, smooth skin at her crotch and she shivered. I kissed her mons veneris, snuffling into her pubic hair as my thumb stroked over her labia. I kissed her labia over her clitoris, kissed over her pussy, kissed her perineum. 

I could inhale Krupali's sweet, strong smell even before I gently parted her outer labia with my thumbs and gently stroked my tongue along the edge of her inner labia. As the tension increased, I licked her inner labia, her clitoris and then into her vagina. Krupali gasped as I continued to pleasure her; she got moister and moister and then, finally, an orgasm shook her body.

I moved up her body, kissing her mons veneris, her stomach, her breasts and her neck before I kissed her on the lips. Then I lay on the bed beside Krupali, stroking one thumb over a nipple, keeping it erect.

"That's..." Krupali began.

"Shhhhh, just enjoy it," I said.

"But you've not," Krupali said.

I interrupted, "But nothing."

I slid my hand down her body and let my fingers roam through her pubic hair until they found her slit. Easing her labia apart, I began to gently rub her clitoris again.

"Is that nice?" 

"Uh-huh, mmm."

Krupali turned toward me and kissed me before resting her head on my chest.

"What about you?" Krupali asked.

"What about me?" I replied.

"You've not had an orgasm yet," Krupali said.

"Well, I thought that you might want to think about that. Depending on what you are comfortable with," I answered.

"What do you mean?" Krupali asked.

"Well, if I had let you continue with the blowjob you were giving me, then I would have climaxed. Some women like to have the man ejaculate in their mouth and then swallow everything. Others will let the man come in their mouth but then spit it out. Still others will not want the man to come in their mouth but to come on them, either on their bodies or on their faces. Others will want the man to come into a cup or glass so they then can drink it. Others will want the man to ejaculate onto a hankie and throw it in the bin," I explained.

"Oh," Krupali said.

"If I were to enter your vagina, then we'd need to consider whether you are on a contraceptive pill or not; whether I should use a condom or not; whether your hymen should remain intact; whether I should come inside you or withdraw." Krupali's eyes were widening as she listened intently to me.

I continued, "If I withdraw, the question becomes which one of the options I mentioned for the blowjob I should employ. Finally, if you wanted penetrative sex but not in your vagina, then it would need to be in your anus. Again, do I use a condom or not; do I come inside or not? If not, which of the previous options would we use?"

"Oh," Krupali said again.

"You see, there is a lot to think about," I went on. "You might also want to consider my relationships with the other women I told you about. You could also have just masturbated me but, again, how do we cope with my ejaculate?"

We lay in silence for a period. I thought that I'd blown it, that I'd scared Krupali with the images that my descriptions may have brought in to her mind.

"What do you want to do?" Krupali asked.

"Krupali, it is your body we are talking about. It has to be your decision," I insisted. "I would not want you to possibly look back and regret what happened and blame you or me. I do have my own desires but they cannot influence your decision."

"Can you tell me about the other women from work tomorrow?" Krupali asked. "That may help me decide."

"Of course I can, we can wait until then," I said. I hugged Krupali tightly and kissed her deeply. "I hope you sleep well. If nothing else, you should be nice and relaxed now."

"Mmm, night," Krupali sighed, drifting into sleep.



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