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The Temp

By: Big Gunz



He had no idea who the young woman was when she walked into his office, but one thing Sean Johnson did know right away was that it was hard to take his eyes off of her.

She was a natural beauty with an enchanting smile, seductive, deep blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that fell in heaps of softly curled layers to just below her shoulders. As he watched her stride toward his desk, he took in her curvy, petite frame, admiring her smooth legs in their black leather sling back pumps with four and a half inch heels and enjoyed the sight of her hips swaying in a shapely navy blue pencil skirt, cut just below the knee. Her close-fitting, white cotton French cuff shirt was halfway unbuttoned allowing him to catch more than a glimpse of her ample cleavage and the top of her lacy white push-up bra. This was one sexy young lady.

Too bad he was married.

"And you are?" He finally managed to ask after drinking her in with his eyes.

"Marliese Richards. I'm the new temp in sales." She replied with a confident grin. "Just dropping off these files for you, mister... Johnson." She added, making sure to add emphasis to his last name.

"Sean, please." He countered with a friendly smile, dirty thoughts popping into his mind about what he could do with a woman like this one.

"Mmm, I like that." She commented with a wink.

"What's that?" He questioned, clearly taken aback by her assertiveness.

"A man who knows how to plead." She answered with a look that told him that it was her turn to check him out.

He was a handsome man, in decent shape for a man in his mid-forties, with a strong jaw line, mysterious, almost opaque eyes and short, stylish brown hair that only hinted at grey along the sides. As she gave him the once over, she admired the flattering cut of his tailored white dress shirt and perfectly executed Victorian knotted red and black striped tie.

"I, ugh..." he started to reply, shifting uneasily in his chair. "How old are you?" He was guessing no more than 26 or 27.

"Old enough." She responded quickly. "So... Sean..." she continued, moving around to the side of his desk as she spoke and leaning against it. "See anything you like?"

Unable to stop himself from glancing at the rising hemline of her skirt as she leaned back onto his desk, he could feel the bulge in his pants starting to grow. Despite the fact that he did indeed like what he saw, he was astounded by how forward she was being and knew he had to put an end to it right away.

"I, ugh... I'm not comfortable having this conversation." He told her with a nervous shake of his head.

"Is that why you're squirming around like that?" She countered with a wicked smile. "Because you're not comfortable? Or is it because you're hard?"

His jaw practically dropped at her aggressiveness. Immediately he stood and began to make his way to the door.

"You..." he stumbled, clearly flustered by her advances. "You need to leave."

A devilish grin on her lips, Marliese reluctantly moved towards the door where he stood awaiting her departure.

"You know," she whispered as she got closer to him. "I could take care of that for you." Her eyes darted down towards his crotch for added emphasis.

He said nothing, avoiding making eye contact.

"Maybe another time then." She digressed with a shrug of her shoulders. "It was nice meeting you."

And with that, she exited his office with a friendly smile, like nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.

Sean whistled a sigh of relief. His heart was racing and his cock was pounding. This girl was going to be trouble.

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Two days had passed since his first encounter with Marliese Richards, new sales temp. And despite his best efforts, Sean Johnson found himself preoccupied by the memory or their meeting.

He was a happily married man and not at all inclined to pursue any sort of adulterous relationship that would jeopardize that wedded bliss in any way. Sure, he had to admit that he did enjoy looking at other women quite often, even flirting with a few once in a while, but never had he considered crossing the line into cheating on his wife.

Regardless of how steadfast he was in his faithfulness to the missus, there was no denying that this Marliese had left a considerable impression on him. But it was not just her beauty that attracted him - it was her confidence and self-assured attitude that drew him in.

In the couple of days since he met her, he had successfully managed to avoid being left alone with her, or even interacting with her at all. Part of him was actually a bit disappointed by that success, something deep inside him secretly wishing for another one-on-one interaction with the pretty young temp.

That evening, that part of him would get its wish.

A bunch of colleagues from the office had gathered at a nearby tavern to celebrate a fellow employee's promotion. Quite a number of coworkers had come out for a few drinks after work, including Sean. Stepping out onto the patio of the bar to have a cigarette with one of his associates, he lit up and turned back towards the entrance to the pub just in time to see Marliese heading in their direction.

She looked stunning in a flirty little chocolate coloured ruched dress, cut just above the knee and with just the right amount of cling and a deep v-neck front to show off her impressive cleavage. He could not help but stare at her as she sauntered towards him, strutting in a pair of sexy, leopard print round-toe stiletto boots with four inch heels, her dirty blonde mane of loose spiral curls bouncing luxuriously with each step. She was breath-taking.

"Hello gentlemen." She greeted the pair with her usual self-confident grin.

"Evening," Sean replied somewhat coolly, trying desperately to not sound too inviting, despite the numerous wicked fantasies that had immediately came to mind as soon as he had laid his eyes on her.

"Can I have one of those?" She asked, gesturing towards his cigarette as he took a drag.

"Ah, sure." He answered, pulling one out of his pack and handing it to her.

Watching intently as her moist, ruby lips parted slightly and took in the tip of the cigarette, he offered up his lighter and flicked it to life. Eyes half-closed, she leaned in and touched the tip to the flame, inhaling deeply. He watched attentively as she pulled the cigarette from her lips, exhaling slowly and seductively. She smirked as she caught his gaze fixated on her smoking and quickly brought the cigarette back to her mouth, her lips tightening as she took another drag, this time French inhaling for his viewing pleasure.

So captivated by her sexy smoking performance, Sean barely even noticed that his friend had slipped back into the bar, leaving him alone with this sultry young woman.

"Given any thought to my offer?" She asked suddenly, snapping him out of his smoking fetish induced haze.

Memories of their previous encounter, not to mention the effect it had had on him, flooded over him like a tidal wave.

"I, ugh..." He stumbled, yet again at a loss for words in the wake of her forwardness.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about the other day." She interrupted, stepping closer to him and taking another slow, sexy inhale of her cigarette. "You are so sexy." She added, smoke swirling out of her mouth as she whispered.

Once again, he began to shift uncomfortably in an attempt to counteract the growing swell in between his legs. This sexy little flirt certainly had a way with words, but he knew better than to let the conversation continue for very much longer.

"Marliese, please..." He began to protest, somewhat half-heartedly.

"You know..." She cut him off, locking eyes with him and flashing a seductive grin. "Right after I left your office I had to go straight to the ladies room to masturbate."

As always, her bluntness floored him. It also caused his cock to begin to throb.  

"Stop it." He half whispered, not really sure if he even wanted her to.

"I imagined how good it would feel to fuck you." She continued, ignoring his unenthusiastic plea. "To feel you inside me."

He could not take his eyes off of hers. His head was spinning and his groin was aching. What was this woman doing to him? Thankfully for him, the opportunity for him to find out the answer to that question would not be immediate.

Sean's colleague returned from the rest room and interrupted their private moment, asking him for another cigarette.

A devilish smirk still on her lips, Marliese slowly backed away from him and crushed out her smoke, never breaking eye contact with him.

"Thanks for the cigarette," she said with a friendly smile. "See you boys later."

And with that, she walked back into the pub, like nothing had happened between them just then.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief as he shifted awkwardly to relieve the stress in his boxers.

"She's one sexy little thing." His buddy commented as they watched her walk away. "I could think of a few things I could do with a hot little number like that."

So could Sean...

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Several days after his second interaction with the sultry young temp from sales, Sean Johnston could not get his mind off of Marliese Richards. Try as he might, he simply could not help but dwell on his two encounters with the flirtatious vixen.

He kept finding himself having to remind himself that he was a married man and in no way should he even consider reciprocating her sexual advances and propositions. It was flattering, he told himself, but not something he could in any way pursue.

But, no matter how much he tried to resist, he continually found himself thinking of her. Playing back the words she spoke to him in his mind. Committing to memory the images of how she looked as she offered herself to him.

Even worse, for as much as the memories of their meetings were constantly top of mind for him, he also began to envision other scenarios between himself and the young woman. Quite easily, he found himself revisiting his encounters with her and imagining taking them further. Remembering her first proposition in his office, he would fantasize about taking her up on her offer and fucking her right then and there. Or he would think back to the other night at the bar and imagine taking her back to his car and having his way with her.

Thoughts of her were tattooed on his brain. He cursed himself for it, but knew he was powerless to fight it. He could not deny how good those thought made him feel.

He was working late one night and was right in the middle of enjoying one of those feel-good thoughts when Marliese walked into his office for the second time.

She sauntered in looking as sexy as ever. Her smooth, fishnet-clad legs shimmered in a pair of black, four and a half inch heeled platform pumps and rose up into a shapely little black stretch cotton back-pleat skirt that sat right below the waist and complemented her curves perfectly. On top she wore a tight fitting burgundy corset style blouse with lace-up details and a button front that was conveniently left open at the top to show off her firm and supple D cups. Her dirty blonde hair looked as luscious as ever, her softly tousled curls dancing on her shoulders as she strode towards him. She was intoxicating.

"What are you doing here?" Sean blurted out once the initial shock and arousal of seeing her wore off.

"Nice to see you too, Mister Johnson." She coyly replied, closing the office door behind her. "Looks like we're the only two left here burning the midnight oil."

"I think you need to leave." He immediately countered, not wanting things to get out of hand. "I think you need to leave right now."

"What's the matter?" She asked with a sly grin. "Don't trust yourself alone with me?"

"I ugh..." He stammered, her assertiveness again flustering him.

"I know how you feel," she continued. "I can't trust myself when I'm around you either." Her gaze scrolled over him, seemingly undressing him with her eyes.

He had undone the top button of his light blue dress shirt, loosened off his navy tie and rolled up his sleeves, but he still held the look of a man of poise and importance. Sitting at his desk, he could feel her eyes on him, sizing him up.

"What do you want Marliese?" He questioned sharply.

"Mmm, I love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth." She cooed as she made her way to his desk. "You know what I want. The same thing you do."

He shook his head in denial, knowing full well that the feeling in between his legs was telling a different story completely – wholeheartedly agreeing with the young temptress. Steadfast in his resolve, Sean rose from his desk in an attempt to maintain control of the situation.

"Stop it." He said firmly, moving around to the front of his desk to confront her. "You need to leave right now."

"C'mon Sean," she whispered, ignoring his demands. "Don't tell me you don't want me."

Her aggressiveness was both astounding and arousing to him. Conflicted, he did not know whether to slap her or kiss her.

"Get out." He ordered, taking his turn at ignoring her comments.

"What's the matter Sean?" She teased with a seductive smirk. "Afraid of how much you'll like it?"

Marliese stepped closer to him and slowly took hold of his tie, pulling him towards her. He could smell her aroma, the combination of her perfume and scent of her hair. It was enough to drive him crazy, forcing him to use all his willpower to resist her temptation.

"I'm a married man..." He breathed half-heartedly in defiance.

"But you're still a man, aren't you?" She whispered, her face drawing closer to his. "Fuck me."

He was not sure who leaned in first, but when their lips connected it did not matter who initiated the kiss. As she drove her tongue into his mouth, he willingly took it in and swirled his in reciprocation. Instinctively his arms wrapped around her body and he pulled her into him in a tender embrace. For a moment there was not another thought in his mind except for how amazing she felt in his arms and against his lips.

But that moment quickly passed and he suddenly realized what he was doing. Pushing her away, he broke their impulsive lip-lock and shook his head in disbelief.

"Get out!" He shouted, more mad at himself than her. "Get the fuck out of here!"

"I guess I was wrong about you." She said with a look of disdain. "I didn't think you were such a pussy. I thought you were man enough to know what you wanted and to take it." She tossed he head in a gesture of contempt as she turned to walk away from him. "I would never fuck you."

Sean was barely even aware of his actions next. It was as if he were in an almost semiconscious, primal state of rage and lust.

He moved in behind her swiftly, taking her somewhat by surprise. She gasped as he grabbed her and pulled her body tight against his, the bulge in his pants pressing hard against her ass. In an instant his hands made their way around to her front and fiercely ripped open her blouse. One hand immediately began to vehemently massage her heaving bosom, while the other moved up to the back of her head and took a firm grip on her dirty blonde curls.

"You should be more careful what you ask for little girl." He growled in her ear. "You just might get it."

Jerking back on her hair, he wrenched her head to the side and forced her lips to meet his. Enthusiastically, she accepted his vigorous kiss and slid her hands up and around his neck. Their wet, passionate lip-lock was brief, as his mouth moved from her lips, onto her cheek and down to her neck as she moaned in approval.

"Yes, yes..." Marliese groaned. "Do it, take what you want."

His hands slithered down her writhing body down over her hips and to the bottom of her skirt, running over the tops of her fishnet stockings and then rising back up – taking the bottom of her skirt up with them. All the while he continued kissing and sucking on her neck as she whimpered in appreciation.

"Fuck me." She sighed faintly. "Fuck me Sean."

She did not need to tell him again.

Abruptly one of his hands moved to her hips and the other to the middle of her back, and he quickly steered her back towards the desk, bending her over and slamming her hard against the top. Holding her down as she squirmed beneath him, he swiftly reached under her skirt and violently tore her panties off of her.

"Yes, yes..." She moaned in encouragement.

He undid his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down as fast as he could. Hastily lining up behind her exposed ass, he took hold of his rock hard cock and pushed forward, driving it into her waiting pussy in one long, hard stroke.

She let out a lustful cry as he buried himself inside of her. His hands moved up her body, one once again taking hold of her bouncing curls as the other slid between her body and the desk, pulling at her bra and exposing one of her impressive tits. As his hips bucked forward repeatedly, he yanked back on her hair and squeezed her hardening nipple in between his fingertips. His pace increasing, with each slam of his dick into her hungry pussy, the euphoric smile widened across her seductive lips.

Marliese Richards had wanted to fuck both an older man and a married man for quite some time now. She made no apologies for her desires, in fact she revelled in them. For the last year or so, she had found her sexual appetites to be growing at an incredible rate and she was only too happy to feed those wanton hungers with as many varied experiences as she could. She was 26-years-old, attractive, confident and single. And she wanted to explore her sexuality. She had already had several partners and tried just about everything she could think of to do with a man when she found herself in a hot threesome with two guys. And her journey down the path of sexual exploration began. Immediately, one of the first fantasies that came to mind was to be "the other woman", followed not too far down the list with fucking an older man.

When she got the temp job at this particular office, she immediately had set about evaluating the men in the company, hoping at least one of them could potentially satisfy one of her criteria. Much to her surprise and delight, she soon found Sean Johnson, a good looking older, married man. And her sights were set.

He pounded into her at a furious tempo, the pent-up sexual tension manifesting itself into an incredible session of pure, adulterous fucking. They groaned in unison as he slammed his cock in and out of her as hard as he could, his hands groping wildly at her bountiful bosom and fiercely tugging on her curly mane for leverage. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust forward, the force of his animalistic fucking of her so powerful that the heavy oak desk was beginning to shift.

Marliese could feel an orgasm rapidly brewing deep inside her. The sheer exhilaration of fulfilling not one, but two of her fantasies, coupled with the carnal pleasure she was receiving from her new lover was more than enough to send her teetering on the edge of a sexual explosion. She moaned loudly and slipped one of her hands in between her legs, anxious to compliment the hardworking dick in her cunt with her equally industrious fingers on her aching clit.

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She cried out as she drew nearer to her climax.

Her fingers stroked her swollen bud hard and fast as his prick continued to plough into her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she revelled in her success at seducing this man. A broad smile stretched across her panting face as she proudly celebrated the fact that she was able to manipulate her target, using her sexuality and cruel intentions to bend him to her will. So impressed with herself was she that it was nearly impossible for her to decide which turned her on more – the physical pleasure she was getting from him or the euphoria she felt from her emotional triumph over him.


The Temp



The debate was short-lived, as both feelings crashed together under the intoxicating wave of her orgasm. Howling in ecstasy as her pussy exploded, she thrashed about on the desk as her lover continued to slide in and out of her. Her whole body shook and her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping his manhood like a vice.

Sean could not take it anymore either. As she came down from her thunderous climax, he felt the rumble building in his balls beginning to build towards eruption. He pulled back hard on her hair and stood her up, tilting her head to face him as she leaned back against him. Their lips met and he buried his tongue deep inside her mouth as both his hands wrapped around her and took hold of her glorious tits. He bucked his hips forward as fast as he could and then broke their lip-lock with a deep, guttural groan.

Marliese could feel his hot come splashing inside of her as he exploded. He buried his face into the bed of curls at the nape of her neck and moaned loudly as his softening prick twitched and shuddered in her worn-out snatch. The two of them fell forward onto the desk, exhausted.

"What have I done?" He whispered softly, the guilt of his actions suddenly crashing down on him. "My God, what have I done?"

She said nothing, a smile still etched on her lips as she struggled to catch her breath. Mission accomplished, she thought to herself. Completely indifferent to the effect her predatory sexual ways would have on anyone else. Her thoughts now quickly moved onto wondering which fantasy she should fulfil next.



The Temp



I arrive at my office and find my assistant has not arrived. And, of course, I'm running late today. After checking my messages and finding my assistant's sick call, I toss my briefcase in a chair, pick up the phone, and call the HR department. 

"This is Jamison in Ops. My assistant is sick today and I'll need someone."

"Ok, Mr. Jamison, we'll have someone there shortly. Any special skills?"

"Quick typist, and not easily flustered. Lot going on today."

After thanking HR and being assured of a quality replacement (yeah, right), I start the day, already an hour behind. I am knee deep in emails, phone calls, and contracts, when there is a knock on the door. I shout for the person to enter, and don't look up, juggling the phone, the computer and the forest on my desk. I finish the phone call, hang up and realize someone is standing in front of my desk. I look up and see her face, followed by a quick body check. She smiles at me and extends her hand.

"Mr. Jamison, I'm Peggy. I'm to be your assistant today."

I nod and shake her extended hand. "Call me Roger, Peggy." I hand a sheet of paper. "I need you to type these responses, and make sure the emails from the Radar Company are routed to the proper departments. Coffee is in the outer office, help yourself." She nods and smiles again, heading out briskly. I watch her go, her ass swaying nicely inside her short skirt, her bare legs calling for my attention. 

It is a very busy day, more than the usual number of calls, requests for meetings, contracts. Through it all, Peggy handles everything, with no complaints and always with a nod and a smile. Considering we had not met 'til 9:30 that morning, we worked very well together. 

As 5:00 came and went, I called Peggy into my office.

"I know it's after 5, but are you available to work longer? I'll make sure you get the overtime," I said, knowing there was at least 2 hours work left.

"I'll be glad to stay, Roger. Is there a take out or delivery place you usually call?"

"Yes, there should be some menus in the break room. Go find one you like and order, my treat," I said. Peggy nodded and smiled, and as she is heading out the door, I had a thought. "Oh, Peggy, make sure you call your husband or boy friend. Let him know Simon Legree is keeping you late."

With another smile, she did a slow turn back to me, ending in profile by the door. "No one to call, Roger, except the dog and he won't answer the phone." She smiles and lets my eyes wander over her body. I think she pushes her nice tits out slightly, but it is probably my imagination. She slowly turns to leave again, letting me look at her ass as she swishes out. I look after her, my slightly stiffening prick taking over. I imagine that ass bent over my desk, feeling my cock pounding hard inside her. 

I shake my head and return to my work. We just met, for crying out loud! She's my replacement help for the day! Get those thoughts out of your mind!

We work like demons, getting the work done quickly and efficiently. Peggy ordered Italian, and we ate as we finish up. 

It is 7:30 and we are done. I sit back in my chair and sigh, rubbing my eyes. I yawn loudly. Peggy comes in and sits in the chair opposite my desk. She starts citing the list of things to be done tomorrow. I hold up my hand.

"Forget that. Leave the list on the outer desk, email me a copy, and let's call it a day." Peggy nods and smiles again. She sets the paper on the edge of my desk and rubs her neck.

"Long day and you did an outstanding job. I would love to have you permanently, but Cheryl and I have been together for 10 years. I'll make sure to give you a strong recommendation with HR, if you want."

Peggy smiled that dazzling smile again and kicked off her shoes. "Thank you, that's very kind." She undoes the top button on her blouse, letting her fingers linger over her exposed skin. "But what I want is to feel you buried deep inside me." She keeps unbuttoning her blouse, letting it slip from her shoulders. "I noticed you looking at me all day. I looked, too, but was a little more subtle than you were, I think. I can't wait to see if that cock is as nice as I imagined..." I was in shock, surprised by her wantonness. I could not move, but stared in pleasure at her enticing striptease. 

Peggy ran her hand over her bra, rubbing her nipples through the thin material, and slid her hands down her body, resting them at the top of her skirt. She bent slightly, showing me her cleavage, and slowly slid the skirt down. She stood back up, kicking her skirt away, and ran her hands up her sides. She reached behind and undid her bra. She cupped her clad tits, shrugging the straps down, holding her bra in place with her hands. She moved one hand, hiding her full tits, and lets her bra drop, covering her nipples. She smiled broadly, bending down again, pushing her tits together, while making sure her nipples were covered. I moan slightly, my cock raging in my pants. Peggy smiled the dirtiest smile I've ever seen and stands up, one hand still covering her nipples, the other at the band of her panties. She teasingly played with the waist, slipping it down, then pulling it up. She slowly slid it over her hips, showing me the top of her trimmed bush, 

then inched it down. She let her panties drop, pulling one foot out, kicking them off. She was completely naked, and sexily walked around my desk. She put one foot on my chair, dangerously close to my crotch, and pushed it away. She sat on my desk and spread her legs, finally letting her tits free. Her nipples were pink and hard, her pussy gorgeous.

"Like what you see?" she asked lewdly, using her fingers to spread her pussy open for me. "I'm very wet, Roger, and have been for hours. I kept thinking of your cock, hard, in my hands, in my mouth, buried deep inside my hot tight kitty." She bent down, those nice tits swaying, and gently caressed the hard bulge between my legs. "Oh, Roger, so nice and stiff! Don't tell me I did that?" she asked teasingly. 

I was speechless, breathless. I nodded and pushed her back. I dove between her legs, desperate to eat her pussy, to have that hard clit on my lips, to taste her womanly juices. I ate her with abandon, rapidly working over her pussy lips, lapping furiously at her hard clit. I usually take my time licking a woman, starting slow and getting faster and harder, but not today. I worked Peggy's cunt like a man possessed, frenetically licking her cunt, up and down, fucking her hole with my tongue, undulating my lips and tongue over that stiff clitty. Peggy tossed her head back, and pushed my face deeper into her juicy gash. I sped up my licking, and stuck two fingers deep inside her. She pushed her hips upwards and wrapped her thighs around my neck.

"Oh god, Roger, yes, baby, lick my hot wet pussy, that is nice, yeah, baby like that, oh god, don't stop baby, eat my cunt, yeah, oh, Roger, I'm gonna cum, oh yeah baby, yeah, oh god I'm cumming," Peggy screamed, as her hips bucked hard against my face, her thighs griped harder around my neck. Her pussy convulsed hard on my fingers and tongue. 

Peggy relaxed and sat up, gently tickling her swollen pussy.

"Oh, Roger, that was very nice," she said, smiling coyly at me. She slid off my desk, leaving a nice puddle, and kissed me, licking her juices off my face. I stripped off my tie, and started to unbutton my shirt as we kissed. Peggy's hands got busy, undoing my belt, pulling down my zipper, pushing my underpants away. I kicked off my shoes and raised my hips. Peggy grabbed my clothes and pushed them down, helping me to get out of my undies and slacks. My cock was pulsing and purple, the head three times it's normal size and Peggy buried her face in the crook between my legs, taking my cock deep into her hot wet mouth. She worked rapidly up and down my cock shaft, her tongue swirling madly around my dick head. I pumped into her mouth, holding her face in my hands, and fucking her mouth. She gurgled happily as I rammed into her face, my balls slapping her chin. She reached one hand up and played with my nipple, while the other worked on her over heated pussy. 

I pulled out of her mouth with a loud slurp. 

"Bend over the desk," I growled. Peggy quickly jumped up and bent over, spreading her pussy as she did. I moaned at the sight, and Peggy smiled that slutty smile again. She swayed her hips back and forth and said, "You like it, don't you, Roger. You love to see me like this, open wide, wanting that nice fat prick inside me, don't you?"

I stood up and rubbed my cockhead over the opening to her cunt, getting her wetness on me, and placed the head just at the entrance. Peggy pushed back, and I pushed in, filling her tight pussy. She moaned and bent her head down. I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, furiously battering her dripping snatch. Peggy pushed back against me, trying to get me deeper inside. We fucked hard, our bodies slamming together noisily, our moans getting louder as we both approached our climax. 

I unexpectedly pulled out of her. "Roll over. I want to see your face as you cum," I said. She quickly spun around and grabbed my cock, pulling him back inside her wanton gash.

We kissed, our tongues plunging deeply into the other's mouth, as our bodies continued crashed hard together. Peggy reached down and rubbed her swollen clit and moaned in my mouth. She pulled her head away.

"Roger, I'm close, so fucking close, don't stop, please, Roger, yeah that's it, fuck me, god Roger fuck me hard, yes, lover, yes, I'm cumming, Roger," she screamed. Her erupting pussy pounded on my cock, drawing my cum out.

I grunted, exploding, filling her seizing slit with my huge hot load. 

We slowly fucked down, lazily letting our bodies cool, kissing sexily. My cock finally slipped out, drained.

We dressed slowly, eyeing and touching each other, kissing and caressing. We ended the night at my place...



The Temp



Hiring Jessica wasn't something I immediately jumped to. I've been running my own one person consultancy for four years. I go in, work with a company, improve their bottom line and then set up a small annual retainer for monthly workout sessions that did little more than keep the CEO's accountable for the things they said they wanted to do. In one sense it was very simple. I provide an intelligent and respected outside perspective to suggest changes. More than a few of my clients have thrown me under the bus when our discussions led them to exit an employee or reorganize a department, but they paid me enough to make it worth it. I even did the decent thing by helping conduct the exit interviews myself.

Four years of talented networking and enough success stories to point to justified my fees and created a solid pipeline of business. So when Micah asked me if I was hiring, I had to pause. I wasn't, but I might entertain some help for the summer if he someone who would like a three month contract. I'd pay decent, but I didn't want to mess with health insurance or workers comp so it would be a 1099 position. Plus, Micah had joked about the Skinterns in his office, the young women fresh out of college who ran around as gophers, eye candy for CEO's signing contracts, and cute coffee girls learning the ropes of his CPA firm. It might be fun to have some eye candy to help out for the summer.

Jess showed up for her interview and my mind went bust. I'm in my mid-30's and she was at least ten years older than me. She wore charcoal gray slacks and a lighter gray blazer over a satin blue blouse. Her black hair waved in the sunlight coming in the window and her eyes were fiercely intelligent. She was clearly no Skintern and her resume was more impressive than mine. She picked up an MBA from Gonzaga and then went on to become senior VP a regional bank overseeing their credit analysis division. A little more than ten years ago she walked away from it all, had two children, and now was looking to get back into some sort of career. Her previous bank was caught up in the recent recession and was liquidated by the FDIC. There weren't a lot of high powered banking positions for a "former" anything, especially someone who spent the last decade changing diapers. Micah thought of me: I have a great network so working for me for a few months might be a good way for her to create new relationships to transition into something permanent and full time after a few months with me.

I put an offer on the table for Jess. She countered with less of a base and a bigger swing upward for bringing in new clients. I'm a sucker for anyone who is a risk taker, but even more so for a woman who embraces the entrepreneurial spirit, so I quickly agreed. 

The day she started she wore the same outfit she had for her interview. Coming into my office she sat down and we spent the morning talking through her job responsibilities: Answering the phone, digging through my LinkedIn connections looking for companies, several other marketing initiatives, and using some of her previous professional experience to look for companies needing our services. In addition to the work side of things, there were some assistant type duties: bring me coffee and the paper, make sure we had supplies, take care of meetings in the office, and handle my errands like dry cleaning. Nothing too extravagant, but stuff I didn't want to deal with. I was used to going to Costco and buying a year's worth of bottle water and napkins. The only thing I was particular about was my coffee: French pressed and the beans had to be roasted within the previous week.

That week went well and we began working through the usual employer employee issues. She was punctual and professional, friendly and a little chatty. Over the course of the week she would arrive at eight. Ten minutes later she would bring me a perfect cup of coffee and the newspaper. We'd chat about what we were both trying to accomplish throughout the day and I'd answer her questions about her tasks and what she could help me with. In these little discussions, I learned that she was recently divorced and was working hard to keep her kids in a private school. Despite her committed expenses, her sense of adventure and strong work ethic made the lower base and contingency upside very appealing for her. She worked hard to earn it; setting some meetings with people I had not contacted in a while or hadn't thought about contacting.

She was a good fit for me. On Tuesday she went out with my dry cleaning and came back with a few suggestions. "You have a lot of blue shirts. Maybe I could go out and get you a few more in a different variety. Also, I see you mostly wear khaki pants. I think black is very slimming."

On Wednesday she brought in some food she had prepared for our lunch. I got the feeling she was very grateful for the job and didn't want to suggest she didn't need to feed me, but I felt a bit uncomfortable. As the week progressed, I got the feeling that we both felt the age difference between the two of us despite our professionalism.

When she brought in my shirts from the cleaner on Friday, she saw I had knocked some papers on the floor while on the phone. She quickly bent over and started cleaning up after me and I saw that some things needed to be addressed. That afternoon at 3, I called and end to the work day and called Jessica into my office.

"We're calling it a week. Grab me a scotch from the bar Jess, and grab whatever you want for yourself and lets talk." I leaned back and undid my tie and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Am I doing ok? I'm having fun working here and hope I'm doing well." She poured herself a pinot grigio and handed me my Glenfiddich 12 year old on some marbles I kept in the freezer to cool my scotch without dilution.

"Jessica, you are doing wonderfully. Setting up our meeting with Robert was impressive. I've known him for ten years and he's a great guy, but being friends I hadn't thought to ask him for his business. Good job!" I lifted my glass in a toast to her. 

She smiled and sipped her wine. "Thank you! You said to look for manufacturers, and he was on your LinkedIn page as a friend."

"Ok, but there are a few things that need to change. Jessica," I pause, looking her directly in her eyes. "Jessica, you are not my mother. Please, don't make me lunches. Don't make wardrobe suggestions or offer to help pick out my clothes. You are an amazing woman and doing a great job for me but I want a compatriot, a comrade in arms, someone who can help me build this thing. Not to pick up after me. If this goes well and you can help me get some new clients to pay for you, I will keep you on after the summer. So if I knock some papers off my desk, I can clean up after myself."

I watched her cheeks turn pink as she smiled, accented by her black hair and blue eyes. "Ok, Mike. I am not your mother." Jessica sipped her wine, a big drink like she was preparing for something. "What else needs to change?"

"This one is a bit more awkward for me because I am a guy. You wear boring banking clothes! I like working here. I want you to like working here. You need to wear something bright and fun!" I saw the wince as soon as the words left my mouth. I had a plan and really hoped this work.

"I'm sorry! I haven't been able to buy new work clothes since my days back at Alliance Regional and I'd like to update my wardrobe to better fit for work."

I looked her up and down. Doing the mental addition, I added up the wardrobe, the divorce and the private school, subtracted ten years of being outside of the professional world and reached for my checkbook and wrote her a check for the week she had completed.

"Jessica, lets do this. I will pay you each week on Friday after the week is done till you tell me not to. Cash flow is important to me and I gotta believe it's important to you as well. And Fridays are casual Fridays around here. You can wear jeans or whatever as long as its not ripped or tattered. But I'm putting an additional $1000 in here that is for clothes but you have to pay it back if you buy anything gray."

"Yes sir!"

--

Monday morning Jessica came in with my coffee and paper and a completely different appearance. She wore a snugly fitting dress, lemon and sunshine yellow in the chest and waist, giving way to white and brown in the skirt. Her abandonment of the drab professional grays and blacks for bright and shining life brought out her beauty. I confess, when I saw the pale crease of skin between her breasts I paused my eyes. What was hidden last week was an unexpected treat to see now. 

"Michael. I am not your mother!" I blushed at being caught. "And aren't you grateful?"

"Jessica, I am most grateful! And very happy you didn't protest too much. I've been in enough gray and drab offices to make me suicidal. What you're wearing is perfect for what I like around here." Before degenerating into complete lasciviousness, I smiled and asked, "Hell, in that dress we could just turn off the lights and let you be the sun! Well! What's on the docket this week?"

"Well, my boss needs to wipe up his drool at 8:15, then we have a conference call with Michaelson's at 9 and we have the presentation on Wednesday with Robert at MetalFab."

"Right. Is the meeting with Robert here or at his office?"

She checked her notes. "Here. Will you need anything for it?"

"Not yet. I know his business pretty well. There are several points I need to flesh out but I will work on them and then you can put together our Power Point and print out several presentation copies."

"Sounds good, boss. Anything else before I go prospecting?"

"Nope! Thanks, Jess!"

--

Wednesday rolled around and we were teed up for my friend Robert, AKA: Jessica's first prospect for me. In one sense there was a lot riding on the meeting because it could be a great commission check for her. In another sense, Robert and I went back a long way and it was just as much a meeting of good friends.

Jessica led Robert into our conference room while I picked up our presentation packets. I felt a little weird since Robert and I were such good friends. He had a good business, I had a good business, but could we do more business together?

A bottle of water was at my spot when I sat down at the end of the table next to Robert. Jessica had just handed him a cup of coffee when I felt her hand on my shoulder. This was new and unexpected. Her hand felt warm and inviting, a subtle hint of possession even though she was chatting with my friend at the time. I pulled myself mentally back into the present.

"Anything for your coffee, Robert? Cream or sugar? No?" She gave us both a warm smile that lights up the room and she exits. I followed Robert's eyes as she left and they were fixed firmly on her ass. Jessica is cute, but this was the first time I'd really thought of her as a sexual being. Despite the cleavage incident on Monday, my friend's distinct attention to my assistant stirred something in my loins. Protective or desire? That question was shoved to the back of my brain until later as I kicked into gear with Robert.

Ninety minutes later we had outlined a clear need for my services, I could help Robert grow his business and he ended up signing a deal with me with a retainer for the first 30 hours. I saw him eying Jessica again while he was signing the retainer. As he slid the check across the table to me he asks, "So is she going to help?"

I didn't even blink. "Absolutely. My hours bill out at $225, she bills at $175. And there will be a number of times we will be using her banking expertise to help you address your valuation issues." This was, of course, total bullshit. However, I wanted the deal and we bill by the hour. I get to charge for her time, too? How was this not a winning proposition?

-- 

Friday morning Jessica brought me the paper and my coffee. She took my instructions on casual Friday well. Her hips were snugly wrapped in blue jeans and an orange button down blouse with a tied on cloth belt. When we sat at the end of the day talking through our week, she pulled off her hair scrunchy and let her hair swing free. I tracked her swinging hair with my eyes wide in admiration. She smiled as she reached for my scotch and her white wine.

While she poured our drinks, I pulled out the checkbook to write her weekly paycheck. I wrote one check. And then wrote out a second check for $2000, her share of Robert's retainer check. I raised her paycheck up over my head with an impish grin. "Dance for it!" She jumped up and wiggled her butt a little, smiling as she took the check.

With a more serious tone, I folded up the second check and held it out. "And darling, here is a check you have already danced for."

"Hmm? What do you mean? Have you been watching me at home? I thought I paid my security bill this month!" She teased but her eyes lit up at more income.

"No, we closed Robert this week and you played no small part of that. He wants your help on some valuation issues," I informed her. "And not to alarm you. I don't think he's being completely professional, but if you don't mind a little harmless flirting while we work on his project, you will be involved and I'm billing for your time. If I subtract your pay and my expenses from what we're billing, I net about $100 an hour. I'm splitting that profit with you 50/50. Here is a check for your first ten hours plus your client bonus which he paid in a retainer this week."

"Wow! Thank you!" Then she looked at the amount and I was compelled to laugh along as this middle aged professional woman giggled like a four year old being tickled.

"Ha! No, thank you! My check is bigger!" I raised my glass of scotch in a toast to her first help on a sale.

"Is that's all that's bigger?" She inquired with an impish inquiry.

The question was naughty and unexpected. Clearly the pinot grigio was good for unlocking the woman inside the professional exterior. That or snug jeans make her feel impish. I decided to leave the environment with a little sexual charge but not push it. "I don't know. Robert and I don't go to the same Lifetime."

--

Monday morning Jessica swished in wearing a snappy black sun dress with a rainbow belt. "Good morning, Boss!"

"Good morning, worker bee! I like the new dress! How was your weekend?"

"More shopping! Do you like it?" She was full of grins.

"It looks great! Spin and show me!" I wanted to say that she looked great. She really did. I let my eyes linger on the way her smooth legs extended below the short fabric and dribbled into her shoes. She dressed up and wanted to show me so I decided I was going to enjoy the show!

"I'll keep adding to it to meet your strict office standards," She mocked me as she poured two cups of coffee and set one in front of me. Sitting on my leather couch she crossed her legs. "You were right about one thing. Robert's valuation is all fucked up."

The splitting of the air with a labial aspirant on a Monday morning from what I falsely imagined her virginal lips incapable of speaking was shocking. Almost as surprising was the sudden injection of business matters. I was on my first cup of coffee and hadn't even started looking at Robert's file. The intelligence that poured from her mouth was not surprising. She continued, "His EBITDA is too low for his five year sales trends and profit. Is he skimming money from the company?"

Robert was preparing to take on some private equity money but they had ordered the snappy glove treatment from their CPA firm downtown to take a look at his books. Our lean processes and sales channel management programs were going to help improve sales and make his company more efficient, but Jessica's years in banking came back to bless me.

She outlined what she read in his file over the weekend then we spent the next three hours sorting out a strategy for Robert based on three possibilities: He was skimming from the company. Someone else was skimming from the company. Or the CPA fucked up. If it wasn't one of those three options, we probably couldn't help him or solve the problem before the equity parties bailed. I was grateful for Jessica's leadership on this as my mind kept following my eyes to her crossed legs, then passing their reach to questions of lingerie. What kind of panties did she wear?

We decided to set up three separate meetings: With Robert, with the CPA who did the valuation and with Robert's CFO. I'd discount these hours from Robert if we didn't find anything but if we did, we would more than earn our fee. Jessica set up three separate scenarios with different numbers in areas for each: Executive compensation for Robert (based on the difference in sales/profit and EBITDA), Taxable dollars for the CPA and a Profit vs. Margin analysis for the CFO.

On Thursday we were set up. Jess wore a tight knee length leather dress and a white cotton blouse for the meeting. Clearly her commission check had gone to good use! But the power outfit was topped with a cream blazer as she sat next to each subject, taking notes on the questions. Whenever they would get fidgety I could see her lean forward to make eye contact with the person we were interviewing. At one point, she even uncrossed her legs and I caught the CPA glancing down at her legs as we were asking some very pointed questions.

We found out that the CFO was skimming the books. We pushed him on what the CPA numbers were compared to what the sales and profit numbers appeared to be, and how the company was short nearly $200,000. When we put everyone back in the same room, we got him to confess in front of Robert and CPA that he'd been taking money for the previous three years. Robert was very angry, and fired the CFO on the spot, but Robert demonstrated relief that there was a reason for the disparity in the numbers. We called the equity company and had a conference call discussing what happened, answered their questions and set up an audit independent from the CFO and CPA with a temporary CFO, and in order to secure the injection of capital Robert asked the investors to put their own CFO in once the audit process was completed.

A week later, Robert walked into my office and handed me a check for $20,000. He had a "friendly agreement" with the exited CFO that if he repaid half of what he stole, which was all that he had left from it, then Robert wouldn't prosecute. In thanks to us he wanted to give us 20% of the hundred grand he recovered before it went back on the books of the company, especially since our effort secured the equity guys interest in his company.

-- 

Lightening flashed and fat raindrops fell as Jessica brought my scotch that Friday. I'd written her check for half of Robert's gratitude since the idea and solution were hers but wanted to wait to give it to her until we could talk.

"Your work has been amazing the past few weeks. Not only was your analytical approach to Robert's financing issue very impressive, but I loved the style you had in the meetings. You were like a dominatrix weaning the truth out of the CFO -- and keeping Robert and the CPA on their heels!" I was gushing, but that's because I'd already hit the scotch after lunch and had spent the afternoon just working over my long term growth plan to see how the company would look if I kept her on.

I watched her cheeks blush with satisfaction. "You, Sir, are very good with flattery!"

"On the contrary, my dear, I just tell you the truth about how awesome you are! And of course, you are making me money. We're just four weeks into what Micah sold to me as a summer internship for some up and coming college student. You're far down the road to making not continuing this past Labor Day an unacceptable option. Do you want to stay on?"

Jessica looked hard into her wine as if truth lay in the bottom of the glass. "I'm having fun here, but I will have to think about it. I'm used to the more uptight world of banking and a law office. They have clear instructions and commands. I'd have to adjust to the way you run things by the seat of your pants. I feel like there is room between what you expect and what you want. But if you can tell me what to do, where you want me to do it and how you want it done, with clear performance expectations, I think we can work this out." Looking up, she made eye contact with a funny smile.




The Temp



My brain was hindered by three fingers of scotch, but the signal hadn't been that unclear. I decided to push things. "Ok, Jessica. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to come sit on my lap, right now, put your arms around me. I'm going to kiss you."

This beautiful woman stood, set her glass on my desk and sat demurely on my lap, legs together as she turned her face towards me and put her arms around my head. "Is this how you want me, Sir?"

"Yes."

The kiss was slow and very patient. As soon as our lips touched I decided it would be only one kiss, but I wanted to make it last, my hands holding her waist. Thunder rocked the sky. Our lips separated and we sat there looking at each other for a long time while the rain pattered quietly on the windowpanes. There was nothing to say. Minutes of silent pleasure ticked by as we looked at each other, our fingers sometimes tracing notes on each others skin.

Eventually I reached over and picked up the large check I had written for her. "As I was saying, you did amazing work this week. Robert shared his gratitude with us and I hope this check is sufficient reward."

Jessica took the check without looking at the amount, kissed me on my cheek and stood. "I'm sure it is." Her eyes flicked briefly at my pelvis. I had been excited at the previous few minutes of activity and there was no point in hiding it. A pink tongue darted to even pinker lips, "Is there anything else you'd like me to take care of before I go, sir?"

I was fighting my natural impulses but wanted to put a weekend's clarity between the passion of the moment and possibly screwing up a great working relationship. "No, but thank you. I prefer my blowjobs with coffee and a newspaper."

"I'll keep that in mind! Have a great weekend boss."

"You too, Jess."

--

Monday morning took forever to arrive. There was going to be fallout from the previous Friday, but what kind? Even if things smoothed over and we agreed "It never happened" it would take a few weeks to put the kiss behind us. I woke up earlier than usual and decided to put my restlessness to use and went into the office. At 7:45 I heard the main door open and heard her come in. I counted to sixty and buzzed her phone.

"Yes, sir?"

"Jessica, can you please bring me the paper?"

"Absolutely, but I just got here and haven't started some water for the coffee."

"I can wait for the coffee."

A minute later she comes in wearing a pink strapless sundress that belonged far more at a beach than it did at the office with the paper folded in her hand. Then she gives me the lead in I've been hoping for all weekend. "Sir, I thought you liked a blowjob and coffee with your newspaper. Seems a waste for you to get just one without the other two." I had set her up for this last Friday and today she handled it like a professional.

"Actually, I do. In ten minutes I'm going to be sitting on that couch with my pants off. If you really want to go down this road with me, I want you to bring me my coffee and suck me off while I read the newspaper. But if you do, we're making it a part of the regular morning routine. Understood?" She nodded and her eyes had a smile in them, though her lips betrayed nothing. "If you do not want to do this, then bring me my coffee at the regular time and I'll be seated behind my desk with my pants on and this never happened."

She kept her Sphinx like attitude. Her opening comment led me think she would, but her lack of verbal response to my offer left her a lot of wiggle room on what she was thinking. As she left, she closed the door, creating even more ambiguity about her intentions. But I had thrown the dice, time to see how they landed. I kicked off my shoes and slipped my pants and boxers down, throwing them over the back of my chair. I slid my bare butt on the cool leather couch and opened the paper and did my best to read. Arrests, political cover ups, sports. I had no idea what I read thirty seconds after I read it.

At 7:55 the door to my office opened. If Jess's peach dress wasn't much, this was far less. She was wearing a small cotton apron, white with frills that went from her waist, to about six inches south of there. Her bare breasts stood like pale, ice cream scoops hinting they might melt their way down her chest. Firm legs descended beneath the frills to her feet bare on the oak floor. The coffee cup was shaking a bit in her hand but her steps were firm. I set the paper on the end table and put a pillow from the couch between my feet for her knees.

To describe the next few minutes would be impossible. The grace she had as she lowered herself between my legs slowed down time. The clearest image I have from those frozen minutes are from her bright blue eyes looking at me with her lips wrapped around my penis. Another mental photograph which jumbles out even today is of her head at a tilt while she licked up the side of my shaft, slowing down as she approached the top, her black hair hung straight down from the curious tilt. I remember her tiny nipples carving through the air of my office, a slight bounce to her breasts as she worked up her vertical rhythm. One last scene I mentally review often is the very second before she knelt down in front of me; her tongue poked out onto her bottom lip, escaping her open mouth, her gaze locked between my legs.

She finished me off what felt like hours later. In truth, it was probably ten minutes, but the intimacy of the whole experience capped itself off when I filled her mouth, she swallowed, once, twice then had to release my cock for a little dribbling on her lips. She wiped her chin with her finger, sucked it clean and silently stood and left the room.

A half hour later she returns, this time wearing a teal pantsuit and I'm completely confused. By this time I'd been able to put myself back together physically but mentally, well, I was still out to lunch. "What happened to the peach strapless bit?"

"I have a meeting with a prospect- Steve at MicroPress C&E -- and I figured it wouldn't be quite professional to wear it to lunch with him," She paused. "This brings me to why I came in. I need two things: the company credit card and a place where you would recommend I take him to lunch."

I reached into my wallet and handed her the company card, "You can't use it for about an hour -- I need to approve you with the bank, but we should be good to go. Also, I think Capital Grill is a nice quiet place to do lunch. Very good food and it is quiet enough to talk business without being too noxious."

Jessica smiled and took the card. "Thanks. I'll make reservations now."

"A few more things, Jess," She paused and turned back to me. "First, why did you wear that peach number if you were going to change? You wore that tiny nothing apron when you brought my coffee in."

Her grin grew broad, lips exposing her teeth. "Silly man, I wanted to offer you hope that you might get what you asked for last Friday. And the other thing?"

"You're doing excellent work this morning. I am very impressed!" Smiling she turned back to the door and wiggled her cute butt as she walked out.

While she took Steve to lunch, I unpacked a few things from my Escalade. Over the weekend I had made several optimistic purchases I hoped I would be able to use if things went as they had that morning. I set up one of them in my office and put the other things in my desk.

She pulled up shortly before 2PM. Her lunch had gone two and a half hours, meaning either she closed the deal or Steve didn't want to leave. I stepped out of my office and sat at the chair across from her desk. Since this was her prospect, I was going to honor her by going to her place and meeting her on her turf. She sat down in her chair and played coy, but I could tell she was very excited.

"Well. He had a lot of questions. Mostly along the lines of how we can make his current sales process more profitable without necessarily increasing the number of sales. I didn't give away much, but I threw out enough teasers for what we could do with his sales team that he bit," Jess reached into her folder and pulled out the contract. "It's not quite as lucrative as Robert, but he committed to 15 hours from you and ten hours from me. If we can demonstrate some results in the first 45 days, he wants to put us on a regular monthly plan."

"Congratulations!"

"Thank you!" She slid the contract across the desk to me, cleverly turned to the page where Steve's signature resided. "We began exploring expanding our service offering and he wants us to send him a bill for both our going rates. And I am now billing out at $200 an hour, figured you should know."

"Um, are you now? Ok then! I guess if you can set your own rates, I'll be happy to bill him! I think we need to restructure our contract. Since you might close deals that I'll work and I'll close deals that you'll work, we will want to make sure both of us are compensated well for work that is done well!" The awkward turn of phrase made me pause. "That's a discussion for Friday. Right now, I have your little reward. Come."

We both stood and I led her into my office. Near the windows sat a massage table, a silk sheet covering it. Jess looked at me, then back at the table, stepping into the sunlight streaming through the windows and warming the space.

I nodded toward the table, "That is for you. I will step out for a few minutes. Get yourself situated under the sheet and I will conduct this afternoon's employee reward program." Closing the door behind me, I stepped into the bathroom and slipped into some silk pajama bottoms and a loose fitting tee shirt.

I knocked on the door quietly and heared a soft, "Come in."

Jessica lay there on the table, the silk yellow sheet draped over her nude body. The skin from her back was lit up by the sun and when she turned her head and looked towards me I caught my breath. Biting my lip, I strode forward, grabbing some grapeseed oil as I passed my desk.

Next to the massage table were two glasses and a bottle of Rombauer chardonnay. Lipstick betrayed the owner of one glass so I sipped at the other before I slid my hand across Jessica's back. Her skin was warm to the touch, the muscles tense from hunching over a desk and aerobic workouts. I rubbed an ounce of oil between my hands, warming it before applying it to the porcelain back before me.

The silence filled the room as I rubbed Jessica's back and she reached her hand out, touching my stomach tenderly. My thumbs pressed the tension along her spine up towards her neck, feeling her back arch against the firm pressure. Her shoulders were muscular for a woman, revealing a long history of working her arms and carrying children. My hands moved from removing tension to tender touch. I lifted her right hand, elevating her palm to my lips, my thumbs pressing the digits of her fingers as I kissed her palms.

Jessica's eyes opened and looked at me. While my hands engaged in holy palmer's kiss, she smiled and blew me a real one. "You are amazing, Michael."

"I think I've decided I need a new temp. You have earned a permanent position."

"You mean the one that has me naked on a table for you to molest?"

"That would be the one," In a swift motion, I pulled the silk sheet off her ass and legs, revealing her naked form full in the sunlight. Rubbing her butt and legs were the sweetest part of this massage. While not explicitly sexual it carried with it the expectation and build up before any act itself. The patience of pressing my fingers into the flesh she sat on day after day, pressing the muscles and tissue, simultaneously releasing the tension in her butt and turning me on incredibly. I spent the next half hour on her legs and feet. Eventually the time came.

"Jessica, roll over."

She turned, rolling her body over. Her breasts eclipsed the room from the angling light before she paused and sipped some of her white wine. I reached my own glass out and we clinked in an amused toast.

After I rubbed the top of her head, my thumbs pressing flat against her forehead, then working my way down her nose onto her cheeks, finally pressing her chin. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to hers upside down. I think we stayed like that for minutes as my fingers caressed her face, one hand cupping her breast, her fingers curled in my hair.

The rest of her body betrayed her. Small goosebumps formed on her warm flesh and her nipples extended. I slid my palm up one of her inner thighs, tight inside her leg. Jessica's legs twitched as I avoided more explicit areas, choosing instead to make her wait. Her skin glistened under the oil as my hands glided over her skin. I tasted it when I sucked a nipple into my mouth.

At first I sucked softly, quietly caressing her with my hands. Her breathing deepened and she reached up to squeeze her other breast and her other hand wandered through the air aimlessly looking for something to touch. She began to moan and I sucked harder, rolling my tongue over the pink toy in my mouth. That wandering hand pushed my head harder to her chest and I began to bob my head, lowering and raising my mouth over her breast. When she pulled my hair I realized how effective this was on her.

I dragged my fingers from her forehead across her face and between her breasts until my palm was on the small thatch of hair between her thighs. Grinding my palm gently into her pubis I draped my fingers down across her pussy lips where they felt the temperature rise. Scraping my nails very lightly across her labia as my middle finger traced up the very center of her.

She began thrusting her pelvis off the table, pressing into my hand as she moaned in delighted frustration. I ground my hand into her, fingers pressing into her skin. Timing things, I curled a finger between thrusts and when she elevated her body again she slid her moist pussy lips right on my finger. With this odd handle, I began doing the physical work with her, pressing deep inside her while my hand bounced.

I lay my forehead on hers and kissed her parted lips. Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck and her fingers gripped my back. There is no delicate way to put what I did next. I began fucking Jess furiously with my fingers, curling them deep inside, each time trying to get a bit further in. She responded by grabbing my hair and the table and holding on for dear life. I was locked in, pulled hard against her breast, my head screaming from the pain and my fingers pounding her into another convulsing orgasm. The air split and she reached down and pulled my fingers from her as she quivered.

Jessica's voice broke as if crying, whispering, "Holy fucking Christ, Michael." I gazed at her face, her eyes were closed and she curled into a ball, still shaking. I climbed next to her on the massage table, pulling the silk sheet over us, and cuddled next to her, looking at the smooth skin of her neck framed by the dark wavy hair adorning it. I leaned forward and kissed the back of her head and nuzzled against her.

I think she fell asleep with my hand cupping her breast. I just lay there listening to her breathe. The previous few months had come upon me without warning. And now I had a beautiful woman helping me -- even taking charge in so many ways. By any measure - money, prestige, clients -- she was elevating my little consultancy to a level beyond my own fantasies. But now me personally . . . how would she change me?

I felt her stir and reach between my legs and grab my penis. "Michael, I think I need this now."

Whatever the change, this was going to be an adventure worth having.



The Temp



Rape is such a harsh word. I prefer to say that it was an incident of involuntary agreement to a sexual relationship. What happened was this.

I have a secretary. She's a damn good secretary. As efficient as you please, knows her work, anticipates my requirements and makes sure things run with the smooth efficiency that is conducive to a good work environment. And I pay her accordingly.

Unfortunately, she is entitled to holidays. I normally try to tailor mine to the same schedule that she uses, with another manager being tapped to take over my duties while I'm away.

Occasionally our breaks don't coincide, and when that happens I'm given a temp to fill in. It's never really a satisfactory solution, but generally it's workable.

This time the break that came up unexpectedly was hers. Her right leg broke, to be precise. Simone was going to be away on sick leave until she was mobile again, several weeks at least. So I was given a temp.

The temp from hell, it turned out.

She fronted up to my office, wearing a short tight dress and a top that seemed to have been painted on. She was in her early twenties, had a good figure and seemed quite happy to show it off to all and sundry.

I explained her general duties, referred her to Simone's cheat sheet and left her to it.

It turned out she had questions about her duties and naturally she turned to me for the answers. I politely explained that most of the questions that she brought to me could be resolved by looking up Simone's cheat sheet, but she seemed incapable of doing so. After an hour of her services I figured out I was in for the week from hell while Simone was away.

Brittany was a stickler for what is right and what her duties were. On that first day I asked her to arrange for a bunch of flowers to be delivered to Simone with a sympathy note, taking some money from petty cash to pay for it. Brittany politely explained that accounting guidelines didn't cover these circumstances and she wouldn't be able to do that. I said, that's fine, I'll pay for the flowers myself. Brittany promptly explained that that made it a personal errand and she was not required to run those.

I rang up and arranged the damn flowers myself.

The next day Brittany came in late, only five minutes, but that sort of thing can disrupt the office. She was looking very nice so I passed a casual complement on her appearance, to be promptly told that that sort of comment was sexual harassment and she didn't have to put up with it.

Telling someone they're looking good is sexual harassment? Commenting on the boobs that she was carrying around on a tray for everyone to admire might have been harassment, but an honest complement is not. However I took a mental note not to make any sort of personal remark to Brittany.

I'm not saying the woman was computer illiterate. Let's just say she was computer challenged. After she'd stuffed up her own computer for the third time I flatly told her she was not to touch mine for any reason whatsoever.

Fortunately, a couple of my staff are quite computer smart and I told her to speak to them when her computer screwed up. You will note that her computer screws up her work, it's not her screwing up the computer.

By the end of the second day I was asking to have her replaced, but it was a no go. Apparently it was her turn for fill-in work so she could get the experience. I was stuck with her.

From then on things seemed to get worse. It wasn't just that she was doing things slowly, but she was doing them wrong and I'd have to point out the errors and have her redo. I don't think she once bothered to proofread her work, although I pointed out that most errors could be picked up by doing this.

The killer came at the end of the week. I'd been out in the field all Friday, and I'd already put in a solid day's work when I fronted up back at the office. It was after knockoff time and so I assumed that the place would be deserted, but when I walked into my office there was Brittany, on my PC.

I could tell from the look on her face that I was in trouble. I didn't know what sort of trouble, but it wouldn't be anything little.

I gently asked Brittany why she was using my PC when she had strict instructions never to touch it. It appears that hers had broken down again just as she was about to do some letters, and she knew that I'd wanted them that day so she thought that she'd use my PC instead of waiting until the next work day when Mike could fix her PC.

Digging deeper, it turned out that the letters that she was supposed to do first thing in the morning had been shelved, because I wasn't there to nag her. She only remembered them at knock off time when everyone else was on the way out, so she stayed back to finish them.

Very conscientious of her, I'm sure, but if she done them first thing she wouldn't have had to stay back. Trying to do the letters her PC broke down, Mike had left and therefore my PC was her only option.

I felt like pointing out that there were a dozen PC's in the outer office she could have used, but as the suspected catastrophe was just a few letters not done I didn't bother.

I politely asked if she had completed the letters now, and she turned evasive. Pushing for answers I just wished I had some pentothal. One shot and let the answers come babbling out. Instead I was just getting babbling.

What she was trying to say was that it wasn't her fault. She thought she was opening Word but she got this weird spreadsheet. So she deleted it and put the proper word icon in its place and then called it up and typed her letters.

Then when she had finished, it occurred to her that I might need that weird spreadsheet so she went to restore it, but accidently pressed 'clear the wastebasket' instead of 'restore these items'. But that wasn't her fault. They shouldn't put those two items next to each other. Anyone could make that mistake.

I checked my PC. My master template was gone, and the wastebasket was empty. 

You're probably wondering what my master template is. It's an excel spreadsheet that I'd put together with the help of my brother. He's a computer wizard. With that template I could enter what I wanted done and it would produce a full costing and work plan. Ten minutes of data entry for results that used to take three or four hours. It had taken my brother and me six weeks to put the damn thing together, and Brittany had deleted it. 

This wasn't the straw that broke the camel's back. This was a bloody great bale of hay dropped on the poor camel from a great height.

I turned and looked at Brittany and she knew just by looking at me that it had all hit the fan with a loud splat and that I wasn't going to listen to excuses. 

Brittany has two main defences. First was to babble until the person trying to find out what had gone wrong goes away, frustrated. Second is to assume a sexy posture so any move her accuser makes can be assumed to be some sort of sexual harassment, putting the ball firmly in her court.

True to form, Brittany leant slight back against my desk, shoulders back to emphasise her breasts with their enticing cleavage and legs parting slightly to make her short tight skirt ride up so that a hint of panties could be seen below it. God forbid that you should look though. That was sexual harassment, that was, and she'd let you know.

I didn't care. As far as I was concerned her position was involuntary agreement to a sexual relationship, and I was accepting.

I calmly took hold of her skirt and jerked it higher so that Brittany's panties were on display. Before she could scream or protest I took them and calmly lowered them, bending down so that they went clear down to her ankles, leaving her exposed from her ankles to just above her mons.

Brittany was looking at me in shock, and her shock grew as I unzipped and took out my cock, which was swelling rapidly at this unexpected treat. From the look on Brittany's face you would think I had a live snake in my hand, and I think she might have preferred one.

One nice think about being the boss is that if you indicate someone should be doing something right now, they do it without thinking. A tap on Brittany's ankle and she parted her legs a bit more, without stopping to think that this was not really to her advantage.

She'd finally got her voice back and was demanding rather shrilly just what I thought I was doing. I'd have thought it was rather obvious.

I now started pressing my erection against her pussy, able to do so quite easily now that she had thoughtfully opened her legs a bit more. Brittany looked down to where she could see my cock pressing against her flesh and then jerked her head up, looking away.

"No," I said harshly. "You damned well look as I enter you. I want you to see it happening as well as just feel it."

Brittany swallowed rather convulsively, but dropped her head and watched where my cock was starting to force her lips apart. She gave a small moan as her lips seemed to move aside and then close around the head, and she gave a small shudder as the shaft moved slowly into her, driving that bulbous head even deeper into her.

Mind you, I wasn't touching her in any other way. The only contact we had at this point was my cock and her pussy, but in the current circumstances that was enough.

I took my time, moving very slowly into her, letting her tensions heighten and I could sense her trembling slightly as I advanced.

Finally I stood there, pressed firmly inside her pussy, holding her against the desk.

Brittany finally found her voice, looked at me and said with only a slight tremble, "This is rape, you know."

I just winked at her, to her obvious fury, and indicated that she was supposed to be watching the action below.

When she switched her gaze back down I started to withdraw, moving at the same deliberate pace with which I'd entered her. Pulling almost out I stopped, and began another slow insertion. 

Brittany again found her voice, this time demanding that I stop at once or she'd scream.

I pointed out that we were the only two left and if by chance someone did come I'd explain that she was just screaming from pleasure.

By this time I was back inside her, and starting another slow withdrawal, while Brittany hissed and wriggled slightly, but still watching my cock as it moved in and out.

Deciding I wanted some more hands on experience, I calmly requested that Brittany undo her blouse and bra. She cast me a rather bitter look, but apparently the fact that I was already in her helped her to decide that she might as well.

She slowly undid her blouse, letting the sides drop away from her bust, and then she reached around to undo her bra clip.

That was a fascinating experience. When she reached behind herself her groin automatically moved in the opposite direction, and Brittany found herself pushing my cock deeper into her. She flushed in embarrassment and hurried to undo the clip so she could jerk her arms forward again.

With those two lush breasts now free I started stroking them, getting a feel of them, squeezing and tasting them. 

"Do you bruise easily?" I asked Brittany, and when she said "No, don't" I started leaving a few love marks on her breasts, branding her so that she'd have a reminder of me.

Once again she reminded me that this was rape, and once again I ignored her. She'd been giving me hell all week, and I was finally getting some of my own back.

I was still taking those long deliberate strokes that I knew were getting to her. I could feel her wriggling under me, trying to get me to hurry it up a bit, but trying to do it subtly, as there was no way on earth she was going to actually ask me.

I must admit that watching my cock sink so slowly into her and then withdraw was just as hard on me as it was on her. The tactile scrape of flesh on flesh was sending message directly to my animal brain, trying to bypass such things as logic. My cock was saying go, go, go, while my logic was saying relax, take it easy, make it last and drive her out of her mind.

I noticed that Brittany was once again looking down at where we were joined. For some reason she seemed to have a morbid fascination with the way my cock was pillaging her, watching it while it drove home and relaxing a little when it came back out.

Brittany was flushed and her breath was coming in little gasps. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples standing proud. Her hips were moving slowly in time with me, and she was doing her best to make me speed things up. I'm not saying that she was enjoying her involuntary acceptance of me, but she seemed to be suffering it lightly.

We had now been moving slowly together for a number of minutes, and I'm quite sure that Brittany was nearing a climax. I know I was. So I pulled out of her.

Brittany stood for a moment gasping, her hips making little jerking motions, wanting to continue. Brittany turned to look at me stunned, not believing it was so suddenly over. Which was fair enough. It wasn't.

"Turn around and bend over the desk," I snapped, and Brittany hastened to do so, lifting her bottom high and keeping her legs well apart.

"Did I tell you to leave my PC alone," I asked her quietly.

Brittany nodded, I spanked her bottom, and she screamed in shock.

"Why did I say to leave my PC alone?" I asked.

"Because I break them," she wailed.

"Correct," I told her, delivering another spank and being greeted by another squeal.

"You're not going to touch my PC again, are you?" I said, this time delivering the spank with the question.

Brittany frantically shook her head.

"One last question. Do I continue with the spanking or go back to the involuntary sexual agreement," I asked.

"You were raping me," Brittany protested, and I placed the head of my cock firmly against where her lips were parted and reaching for me.

This time I didn't push into her. I just let my cock sit there, feeling Brittany tremble against me, and it wasn't long before I could feel her pressing slowly against me, urging me to enter. I still didn't move and then Brittany gave a little shudder and pressed more firmly against me, sliding onto my erection.

Once again I started moving with a slow deliberation, driving Brittany out of her mind. I was quite sure she'd been hovering on the verge of an orgasm for a while, and while the change of position would have given her a chance to cool down, the spanks would also have revved her up a bit.

It wasn't long before Brittany was actively squirming beneath me. It wasn't a case of her just going with my long slow thrusts, meeting them with a slow thrust of her own. She was twisting and writhing, desperate to have the action speed up, hovering on the cusp of coming and wanting it. Needing it.

I maintained the same slow frustrating pace, and I was paying for it as well. 

"If you feel the need to go faster," I murmured, "just say so and I will."

I thought pride would stop her from asking for a while yet and I was right. For another five torturous minutes I had to keep making those diabolical slow movements, while my body was screaming for release. Eventually Brittany snapped.

"Please," she suddenly screamed. "Now."

"Now what?" I asked solicitously.

Brittany groaned. "Please, faster," she said, almost sobbing.

I was happy to oblige. Actually, I don't think I would have been able to disoblige, without something exploding. I started to move faster, and was soon bouncing against her bottom at a rapid pace. It was all she needed and she started screaming as she came, screaming again when she also felt me coming.

I could feel Brittany giving me little looks as she tidied up her clothes. I was quite happy to outwait her, and eventually she spoke.

"That was rape, and I can have you charged, you know?"

"Maybe, but you won't," I told her.

"What makes you think that?" she said, indignant.

"How many reasons do you want?" I asked. "For a start, you're not going to want everyone to know what happened. Also, you've done yourself no favours with your constant bitching about sexual harassment where none had been meant. People are just going to think you agreed and then changed your mind or are using the claim as a ploy for money or promotion." 

I was spot on with the first reason, and we both knew it. Brittany wouldn't say one word about it. The second reason shocked her. I don't think she'd even thought how her actions have looked to other people.

I sighed. It appeared that my work day was not over yet. 

"Sit down," I told her, "while we discuss your performance here. You have a lot of potential, but if you don't start sorting out some of your bad work habits you're not going to get anywhere."

I tossed her a report that I'd been working on at lunch time. It was an analysis of Brittany, where she did things right and where she screwed up. I'd intended to go through it with her on Monday morning, but seeing she was here, this was as good a time as any.

While she was reading it, I opened my drawer and took out a memory stick. Sticking it in the side of my PC, I downloaded my template. I, at least, knew the value of backing up valuable files.

Brittany was reading the report and looking shocked. Hadn't anyone bothered to tell the woman where she was screwing up, I wondered.

Finishing the report, Brittany just sat and looked at me.

"Do you want to protest and argue about what's in the report," I asked her, "or do you want to discuss what you can do about the problems that I see you as having?"

I could see she wanted to argue with the conclusions, but she took a breath and said simply, "Discuss it."

I nodded and we proceeded to go through each item on the report. Where she did things right, as well as where she did things wrong. We also discussed what she could do to improve her overall performance.

"You'll be with me for another week at least," I told her. "I spoke to Simone today and she told me the doctor has her on crutches but she's not allowed work for at least another week. So do you want to meet here after work next Friday while we go through you performance again?"

Brittany hesitated, then nodded. 

"You won't, ah, you know?" she said.

"No involuntary agreement to a closer relationship, you mean?" I said with a smile. "Of course not."

As I packed up to leave I could hear Brittany muttering to herself. 

"Involuntary agreement, he calls it. I've heard other words for it."