4 comments/ 107518 views/ 11 favorites Laura's Surprise Ch. 01 By: BookkeeperLover This was going to be an interesting day. Let me back up a little. I'm a successful business owner. I run a lean operation, two people working in one small office: my assistant and me. I'm the brains, she's the beauty. I'm a bachelor, she's married, two kids. I like to dress sharply and spend weekends in the city, she's a homebody and dresses like most of the women in this sleepy, gossipy town: plain and simple. Fortunately her clothes don't match the rest of her. I've always had the impression that under all the drabness there appears to be a stunning figure. And with a thick mane of blonde hair framing a pretty face, she's definitely attractive. Regardless of that bland wardrobe she has a funny little habit: she wears blouses that tend to be a little revealing, being just a touch too tight across her bustline so that they gape open between the buttons, or else they're made of clingy silk or slightly see-through fabrics, always with the top few buttons undone. Every once in a while I get a fairly generous view down her blouse. Another thing is this: I can't remember the last time she wore a skirt but she always wears sexy little high-heeled pumps, sometimes with open toes. In the hot weather, it's always strappy, high-heeled summer sandals. They make her legs appear even longer and I love the look of slacks and heels. We've worked together for quite awhile now and personally I think we make a pretty good team but I have to confess I've had my fantasies of her for a long time. Oh, one more thing: During the year-end conference with my accountant, he pointed out several serious financial irregularities. As it turns out, my lovely assistant has been supplementing her salary in some creative ways. I'm not happy. So, back to this morning... I walked into the office we share and saw her sitting at the desk. Once again, she was wearing a slightly-too-tight blouse and the top few buttons were undone. I said good morning and went to hang up my coat. It seemed strange that even though I was really angry with her, once again a strong sense of desire bubbled up to the surface. I'd been feeling like this for weeks now whenever she was in the office, having all kinds of fantasies about the two of us. Sometimes I had an almost uncontrollable urge to just let loose and maul those beautiful tits. I took a deep breath, straightened my tie and walked back to her desk. I stood at her shoulder while we went through the week's correspondence. Occasionally she hunched over and leaned on the desk. As she did, her blouse gaped open to reveal a good view of her brassiere and the tops of her breasts. This time though, the padded bra cup buckled forward, separating from her breasts to the point that I thought I might even get to see one of her nipples. It was one of the best views down her blouse that I'd ever had and I felt my cock begin to swell. As we continued to chat she constantly sat back, fixed her bra strap and pulled the front of her blouse down to smooth it out. She seemed almost agitated as she sat there, leaning forward, sitting back, looking up at me, looking down. Whenever she sat forward, her blouse opened again and I stared down at her breasts, hoping to catch a glimpse of that barely hidden nipple. A couple of times I thought she caught me but I quickly looked away, hoping she hadn't noticed. After several minutes of this I gave up trying to be discrete. If she didn't care about her blouse being undone almost to her brassiere, then I refused to worry if she saw me try to catch a peek. I became bolder and took long stares down her top, watching the fabric of her bra tighten against her breasts or loosen away as she moved. At one point she looked closely at her monitor then leaned back into her chair. Her bra buckled forward. I took a quick step back to get a better angle of view and followed the slope of her skin down under the padding of her bra cup. She moved slightly. Almost! The bottom curve of her breast was plainly visible and I could just see the slightest edge of her nipple. My cock stiffened again. She looked up at me a few times as she spoke but I didn't care anymore. I kept my eyes fixed on her tits. She shifted her shoulders slightly. Her blouse spread open. Then she reached across her desk to pick up a sheet of paper. As she did, her brassiere buckled and loosened even more than it had a few moments ago. There it was! Her entire nipple was in view, the soft brown circle leading to a dark nub. She turned and spoke to me again, leaning back and facing me. I kept looking down at her open blouse. I couldn't take it any longer. Between my anger and lust I had finally lost control. "Laura, do you know your blouse is undone so far that I can see your bra?" She quickly brought her hand up and pulled the fabric together. "Sorry," she replied, "It's just so hot in here!" "Hey! It's okay Laura. If you want to leave it undone, that's fine with me. I'm really enjoying the view. I just thought you might feel embarrassed if you knew how much you were showing." She blushed a deep crimson. "How much could you see?" she asked. "Laura, I just saw one of your nipples and to be honest, I'd really like to see more." I reached out and slipped my hand down the front of her blouse. "As you can tell by the bulge in my pants, it's quite a turn-on for me." She jumped as she felt my trembling hand move down inside her shirt. She grabbed my wrist. "Hey! Hey! Don't!" "Laura, I've been fighting this for ages and I just can't stop myself anymore. You're an attractive woman. We're here alone together almost all the time. Leaving your blouse undone like that and letting me see your tits..." I moved closer to her. "I have to get my hands on them. I have to touch you." I pushed further down inside her blouse until I could grip her entire breast. I stepped around behind and pulled her against me. She squirmed in her chair and tried to pull my arm away. Another button popped free as she struggled. "Give it up Laura. I'm going to feel you up whether you like it or not." I pinned her to the chair and gripped her breast tightly. After a few minutes of fighting me she realized how much stronger I was and relaxed her hold on my wrist. "Okay, okay, you win. Just hurry up and get it over with." She sat limply in front of me, said nothing and offered no resistance. My cock throbbed as I groped her breasts with both hands, slipping her blouse and brassiere straps off her shoulders. I leaned forward to get a better view then slipped my fingers down underneath her bra cups and squeezed. Her tits were firm and heavy. Her nipples pressed against my palms. I tried to lift her breasts up out of her bra. She leaned away from me and hunched her shoulders forward in an attempt to stop me. I pulled her back into the chair and began to undo her blouse. "No, please! Please stop, you've gone far enough!" She grabbed my hands. "No way, Laura. I'm not stopping now" "You shouldn't be doing this! It's not right!" "Hey! You chose to dress like this. You chose to undo your blouse until you knew I could see your tits. Why did you do that, hmm? What did you think would happen? Did you think it wouldn't matter to me, that I wouldn't notice? Come on, take your blouse off." After a moment's hesitation but without any further argument, she began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them with shaking fingers. She took the blouse off and dropped it on the desk. In the process, she managed to pull her bra back into place. She turned to me, her hands in her lap. "There. Satisfied?" "No, I'm not, not yet at least. Stand up." Slowly she rose up and stood facing me. Her brassiere was white, with padded cups and a touch of lace trim. It was very ill-fitting, which must be why it kept loosening away from her breasts. That came as no surprise. The only women's shop in this town was no better than a five and dime store. Quality was definitely not their middle name. I quickly reached out to undo the bra's front clasp. Once again she grabbed my wrists. "What are you doing? Stop! Don't you dare!" She tried to wrestle my hands away from her bra but I was able to unclip it and pull it open. She gasped as she realized that her bra was undone and tried to hold it together. This time it was my turn to grab her wrists. I pulled her arms down. The bra slipped off her shoulders. I let go quickly, grabbed the bra and yanked it away from her. She tried to hide her naked tits with her hands but I stopped her. I pried her hands away and held her arms out. Her breasts were now in full view. They were gorgeous -- firm, nicely rounded with well-defined areolas and upright nipples. They swayed and bounced as she tried to fight me off. "Laura," I said. "You may as well stop fighting me. I'm not letting you go until I do this." She whimpered softly then slowly stopped and stood still, facing me. "Alright! I won't fight you anymore but please, just hurry up and get it over with." She stood there, waiting. Almost in a daze, I leaned toward her and took her soft mounds in my hands, cupping them in my palms, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. I took each breast between thumb and forefinger, lifted and squeezed. Her nipples became longer and harder as I jiggled her tits back and forth. I leaned forward, brought my face down close to them. I touched one with my tongue. She shuddered but did nothing. I took her left breast into my mouth and sucked on it. I sucked hard, stretching it out from her chest. I held it there for a moment while I ran my tongue around her nipple. I opened my mouth and let her breast slip out with a "pop". I turned to the other one and did the same. It wasn't long before I was sucking, licking, lifting, stretching -- completely engrossed by her two beautiful tits. She stood there, taking it silently. She was breathing hard and shaking but still she let me have my way with her. I stepped back, unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out into the open. "Oh no. No, no, no. We're not going that far," she said. She grabbed her blouse and started to put it on. "Yes we are, Laura. That's exactly where this is leading. Don't put your blouse on again. Leave it off." She looked directly into my eyes, held my gaze. I think she was trying to decide if I was serious or not, whether there was some way she could get herself out of this. I knew she was furious but I guess either the tone of my voice or perhaps her own guilty conscience convinced her otherwise. She stopped and let the blouse slip down off her arms. She again dropped it onto the desk behind her. "Now the slacks. Undo your slacks." She undid the button at her waist and then unzipped them. As the fabric peeled back I immediately saw that she was wearing pantyhose underneath. Fabulous! I loved the idea of women wearing hosiery under slacks. I was really aroused now. She continued to pull them down off her hips, enough to reveal her panties. They were made of a white, sheer fabric with a heavier lace panel covering her muff. The seam of her pantyhose snaked down the front, then into the gap between her legs. "Take them right off." She bent down and slipped off her shoes, then pulled her slacks down and kicked them off. "Put your shoes back on." She slipped her feet back into her shoes and then, almost defiantly, turned and stood facing me. "Now what?" I stared at her, my eyes roaming over her body: her bare breasts, her mature hips leading to soft thighs and slender legs. Her high heels lengthened her legs into graceful curves and the silk covering her skin shimmered in the light. I gripped my hardening cock in one hand and pumped it several times. "Oh, God" she moaned and turned her head away. "Hey, look at me" I ordered her. "I want you to watch this." I continued to stroke myself, bringing my cock up to full attention until it stood out straight and long, pointing at her belly. I stepped forward and slipped my fingers down into her crotch and pressed the fabric up into her. Instinctively she brought her thighs together and took hold of my wrist again. "Stop! Stop this right now! Please!" she begged. "Just how far do you think you can go with this?" "Let's put it this way Laura. I plan to cum long and hard and my cock will be inside you when I do. Here's your choice: you can go along with it or I can force you. Which will it be?" She stared into my eyes again. Slowly she released her grip and dropped her hands to her sides. "So the only way out of this is to let you rape me?" "Call it what you will but that's the basic idea: like it or not you're about to be fucked." She stared at me, disbelieving. "You're not really going to go through with it! You actually want to do it, rape me? After all the time we've known each other? Even when I'm begging you not to? Do you realize that when you're finished with me I'm going to call the police? You know you'll never see me here again, don't you?" "Ha! We'll see about that. Laura, we both know you started this. You can't tell me you didn't expect it to happen. How stupid are you pretending to be? You haven't been showing me your tits all this time because you thought it was part of your job!" She shot me a dark look but said nothing. I could tell she was having a fierce battle within herself. "I never tried to show you my breasts! I never thought you'd do something like this! I still can't believe you want to but it looks like there's no way out of it so for God's sake just hurry up and get it over with." She leaned back against the desk, arms at her sides, waiting. "Turn around and bend over." She swiveled around and brought her elbows down onto the desk. I took hold of her pantyhose and pulled them up tightly into her crotch. She spread her knees as I pushed my hand in between her thighs. I rubbed her cunt through the layers of fabric, surprised to discover that it was already wet. I dug a finger up into her, then caught the pantyhose and tore a hole, pushing her panties aside to expose her swollen pussy. I dropped my pants down and stepped up behind her, aiming my cock between her legs. She let out a grunt as I lifted her hips and tried to push my shaft up into her. I could feel her tighten around me, trying to stop me from entering her. She straightened up and tried to twist her hips away from me. "Wait! Stop! Please! Don't do this to me! Let me go!" "Laura, just shut up and do as you're told. Now spread your legs. C'mon, spread them!" She whimpered softly, then bent down again and spread her feet apart. Her body was rigid, her fists clenched. I guided my cock up into her wet tunnel and thrust into her a few times, gradually going deeper and deeper. I watched as she took me, her body resisting mine. I leaned over to watch her breasts as they hung down from her chest. I thrust into her again and watched her tits swing back and forth, back and forth, in time with each push. She was well-lubricated by now and with a couple of good strokes I was able to drive my cock deep inside her. I took bunches of her pantyhose in my fists and pulled myself into her hard. Each time I struck home she let out a soft grunt and rose up onto her toes. I fucked her for several minutes, pounding into her more and more. Surprisingly, I felt myself starting to cum much faster than I expected. I let my cock slip out of her and pushed it up under her panties and hose until it was between her cheeks, pressing against her ass. "No, please no, not there." she said. "Please don't do it there." "Hey, it's not 'Ladies' Choice' here you know. I'll do what I want. Spread your knees and bend over more." "No, no, please. Please, I'm begging you. Don't..." I spread her cheeks and aimed at her smooth, tight ass. A few good prods and it wouldn't be long before I was sliding inside. "Please! Please don't do it! I'm begging you! It hurts!" I pulled back and looked her over, running my fingers over her smooth hips. Man, I wanted to fuck her ass but for some reason I held back. I'm not entirely sure why. It might have been because of all of the time we'd known each other. I thought it strange that even though she had stolen a lot of money from me, even though I was in the middle of raping her, I still had some feelings for the woman. "Alright, I won't fuck your ass -- this time - but I'm going to fuck that hot, wet cunt of yours. Turn around and face me. Sit back on the desk." She did as she was told. She leaned back and looked away, waiting. I took hold of her knees and spread her thighs widely. Her pantyhose tore further as I angled my cock into her. I prodded her with a few quick jabs until she relaxed enough to let me slide further in. As I thrust into her I gripped her ass and played with her hole. Gradually I slipped a finger inside. She winced and squirmed as she felt my finger begin to slide a little way up into her ass. I pushed further in then pulled her back against me as I shoved my cock into her again and again. "Oh God!" she groaned. "Your finger..." She moaned and lifted her hips, trying to avoid my hand as much as possible. I gripped her left breast tightly and pulled on it, using it as a hand-hold to force my cock deeply into her. She caught her breath as I pinched her nipple. I continued to pound my hips against her ass. She braced herself against the desk as my cock thrust up into her body. I listened to her groan softly as I fucked her. Before long she was lying flat on her back, her legs spread widely. She was offering no resistance at all. She even seemed to relax her ass, letting me push my finger further in. She groaned again and brought her hand down to my wrist, trying to pull my finger out of her ass as I fucked her. The desk creaked as I moved faster and harder, building my orgasm. It only took a few quick, hard strokes before I started to cum. As I shot my load into her she brought her hands to her face and groaned loudly. A few more deep thrusts and I was finally spent. I stood still, holding myself inside her. She squirmed her hips, trying to pull herself off of me. Suddenly I heard her gasp and shudder. I could swear that by the expression on her face she had just reached a fairly strong orgasm. We stayed like that for a moment, she with her back on the desk, her hips in the air, me still deep inside her. "See? That was good, Laura. Obviously you enjoyed it too, didn't you!" I slowly pulled out of her. "You can't tell me you didn't. You just came, didn't you!" "Fuck off, you bastard. Just because I reacted to your cock doesn't mean I enjoyed it." Her belly tightened as she felt me draw out of her, but continued to lie back on the desk, breathing heavily. She said nothing more. I stepped back and took a long look at her, her slender legs and hips, the hole in the crotch of her torn pantyhose, cum smeared on the silk between her thighs. Her nipples pointed toward the ceiling. "Now, listen up, we need to discuss something. I know you've been siphoning funds from the capital account. You've been doing it for almost six months now and it adds up to quite a lot of money." Her eyes opened wide. She rose up onto her hands, staring at me. "The big question is this: should I have you charged and sent off to prison or do we come to some sort of repayment agreement? I'm pretty sure I know what your choice will be. I also know that your husband will probably want to beat you to a pulp if he ever finds out. So far it's me, you and my accountant who know about this but I can change that pretty quickly. So how do you want to play this? Police or payback?" She was in shock. She began to cry, her face turning deep red. She stood up straight and turned away from me, hiding her face in her hands. Her body shuddered with great sobs. "Oh my God! This is why you just fucked me? I can't believe it! Look, I'm sorry. Really sorry but... my God! Laura's Surprise Ch. 01 "Honestly, I don't know why I did it. I thought I could just borrow a little and then pay it back without you noticing but it turned into something I couldn't stop. Are we even now or something? Ripping my clothes off, feeling me up, fucking me -- we must be even now, yes?" "Not a chance Laura. Not one fucking little chance. You're going to pay for this with a lot more than one quick fuck!" "Please. Please let me pay it back. It will take a long time, I know it will but I'll work really hard, I'll work overtime - anything to pay it back." "Anything, you say?" She slowly turned back to face me, tears streaming down her face. She brought her arms across her chest to hide her breasts from my gaze. "I -- I don't really mean "anything" if you're suggesting..." "Oh really? I find it odd that you're so frightened of anyone finding out about this but you're not willing to do everything you can to prevent it. That's interesting. I guess I'll be contacting some people after all. Too bad, we could have solved this quite easily." She frowned. "But not this way! I won't do anything like this again. I'll get the money somehow. We've known each other for so long. How could you? What more could you possibly want from me?" "Well, let's see. I think we should start off like this: while you're here I expect to see you dressed just the way I tell you to. If I want you topless, with just stockings and heels, then that's what you'll wear. If I want you in a miniskirt or just your blouse, then you'll do exactly as I say. Are you getting the picture?" She paused for a moment, her eyes filling with tears again. "You would do that to me? After all this time, that's how you would treat me?" "Excuse me? How I would treat you? You're the one who stole from me! I trusted you and you stole what I worked so hard to gain. Do you know how that feels? You've destroyed my trust. Now I'm going to destroy yours. This is your doing, not mine." "I know. I know I did wrong." She was crying again. "But please, please don't make me do this." "No, I'm not going to make you do anything. I'm giving you a choice. Either you go along with my little scenario or we call the police -- and your husband." It took her a long time to finally come to a decision. She looked me straight in the eye. "Okay. I - I'll do it. I'll do what you want. But it will be just a few times, yes?" "No, it will be until I decide you've paid your debt. And to find out that you really mean it, for the rest of today I want you dressed exactly as you are. While I'm in the office I want to see you sitting there showing me your bare tits. I want to see those legs of yours, covered with all that lovely nylon. I want to see that hot cunt of yours, ready to be fucked if I feel like it. From now on, before you leave work, I expect you to ask me how I want you to dress the next day. Got it?" She looked up at me. "Fuck me? Wait a minute. Dressing the way you want me to is one thing but letting you fuck me anytime you feel like it? Wasn't today enough already? You think I would agree to that? What happens if I refuse? I could just quit, never come back!" "You don't even want to think about that. Let's just say the police will be quite interested in what you've been up to. And I'm sure your husband will be more than a little upset, especially when I tell him about listening to you pant and moan while we fucked on your desk." "Please! You wouldn't!" "I don't think you want to try me. Are we agreed then?" She looked at the floor, silent. After some thought she looked up at me and nodded her head. "Okay, I'll do it." "Good! So, let's get back to work then, hmmm?" ______ I had a meeting with a client that afternoon. After cleaning up and pulling myself together in the washroom down the hall, I stopped at her desk. She sat there just as I had left her, naked from the waist up, wearing her torn pantyhose and high heels. Her tits jiggled as she worked away. When she saw me come in, she blushed a deep red and brought a hand across her bare breasts. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. You look beautiful sitting there like that." I leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "I'm away now for a few hours but I'll be back. You can get dressed again, just in case that courier shows up. We wouldn't want to let anyone know our little secret now would we?" She let out a sigh. "Thank you." She stood up and gathered her clothes off the floor. "Oh, there's one item you can leave off," I told her. "What's that?" she asked. "Your bra. Leave it off. In fact, give it to me now. We don't want you sneaking it back on while I'm away." I held out my hand. "But you said... What if the courier does come? Look! My nipples are practically tearing holes in my blouse! It can't get any more obvious that I don't have a bra on!" "Then I guess he'll enjoy his drop-off a little more than usual. You have really nice tits, you should be proud of them. It's a shame we haven't seen them until now. Don't worry. If you're discrete, he won't see much." I turned and walked out the door, her brassiere in my hand. ______ The meeting went well considering how distracted I was with the thoughts of what had just happened back at the office. I kept reliving that moment, that point of no return when I first put my hand down her blouse. I imagined my hands gripping her bare breasts, feeling her stiff nipples in my palms. It felt like a dream. I needed to make sure it had really happened. The thought of it all, of us actually fucking on her desk, was hard to believe. When the meeting finally ended I wasted no time in getting back. I was walking through the door in less than three hours. She looked up at me, a worried look on her face. "So? How'd it go?" I asked as I sat down on her desk. "Just as I feared," she replied. "The creep couldn't take his eyes off my chest the whole time he was here. It was so embarrassing!" "Laura, it's like I said -- you have a nice set of tits. You should be proud of them. You need to relax and show them off! You have my full permission!" "As if I want it! It's embarrassing, having some guy checking out my breasts like that. I'm sure all he wanted to do was reach over the counter and feel me up. It was awful!" "Come on Laura, admit it. You like having guys check you out. Why else do you wear the tops you do?" "I certainly do not!" "Laura, you can't fool me. Look at you. Those sexy shoes you're always wearing, your blouses always just a little too tight or a little too revealing. Don't tell me it's all accidental." She blushed again and looked at the floor. I could tell she was torn. After a moment of deep thought she looked up at me again, her cheeks flushed red. "It's not true! I'm not like..." I cut her off. "Laura, you know damn well there's another woman underneath that "good mother, faithful wife" façade. It's time to admit it and let her out." "No!" "Well, that's just too bad. I thought there was a chance we might both enjoy this." I reached down and stroked her tits through her blouse. She twisted her shoulders, trying to avoid my hand. "These are fabulous. You can't imagine how much I've wanted to see your tits, to feel you up like this. What's even more incredible is that we even fucked as well! I mean, seeing you flat on your back, my cock in your cunt - it was hard to believe that it was actually happening." She blushed again. I looked at my watch. "Hey, time is moving on. Let's get back to work." I stood up to go, then sat back down again, closer to her. "But before we do, I think you need to undo your blouse again. You don't have to take it off, just leave it open. I want to sneak a peek at those nice tits of yours every now and then." She whimpered, rolled her chair back from her desk and proceeded to undo her shirt. She spread it open to expose her breasts and looked up at me. "I still can't believe you're going to make me do this all the time." I smiled at her. "Laura, we've barely even started. You have no idea what plans I might cook up." I looked at my watch again. "You know, there's hardly any time left today. I'm going to forget work and just take it easy for the rest of the day." I reached down, slipped my hand under her blouse and fondled her bare breast. She stiffened and sat up straight, looking at me warily. She tried to pull away from my grasp. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" I gripped her breast and pulled her back toward me. She winced and rolled her chair closer to stop me from stretching her tit. "I know you have a couple of calls left to make. I think I'll just hang around and listen in. Stand up." Slowly she got up from her chair and stood in front of me. I stepped around her, undid my belt and fly, then dropped my trousers and shorts to the floor. My cock hung out in full view. I sat down in her chair. "Oh God," she whispered. "Not again." "Take your slacks off, Laura." Without a word, she kicked off her shoes, undid her slacks and peeled them off her legs, tossing them on the floor. She stood facing me, waiting. "Put your shoes back on." She slipped her feet back into those black high-heeled pumps and again stood still, waiting. I sat back and looked her up and down, slowly taking in the view of this lovely woman, her blouse gaping open to offer a partial view of her breasts, her long legs sheathed in shimmering hosiery. "Turn around and sit on my lap." She stepped over my legs and eased her smooth, round ass down onto my thighs. "Now, let's have a little bump and grind to wake things up down there." She began to make slow movements with her hips, rocking and swaying them, sliding back until her cunt was over my cock. I was about halfway to full erection when the phone rang. Startled, she rose up to answer it. "No, no, no. Stay right where you are and answer it" "I can't do that! How can I concentrate while you're doing this to me?" "Oh, I'm sure you'll do just fine Laura. You're good at your job. Sit down and answer the phone." She did as she was told and picked up the phone. "B -- Blackburn Group, Laura speaking," she answered. I held her hips and pulled her back against me, pushed my stiffening cock between her thighs. "Yes, how -- how are you today?" She reached back and tried to push me away. I held on tight and ground my hips against her ass. Listening to her talk with someone while my cock was becoming rock hard between her legs was a huge turn-on for me. It wasn't long before I was hard. I gripped her hips tightly and lifted her up. She stood, leaning forward on her desk, all the while carrying on the conversation. I stood up, held my cock in position then took hold of her blouse and pulled her back against me. As she stood there I slid my cock up into her tunnel. "Oh! What the... Oh!" she gasped. "No, no, ev--everything's fine Mr Taylor. I just... Oh! It's just... I'm being... Oh! I just spilled coffee on my desk. How stupid of me!" I was fully inside her now, my hips tight against her ass. I began pumping my cock up into her as she struggled to keep her composure. She tried to pull away from me but I held on and stayed inside her. "I -- I'm so sorry Mr Taylor. Ca - Can I call you b-back in a few minutes? No, no, there's no emergency! I've just... Unh! I've just gotten myself into a real... unh... a real mess here. Th-thank you so much. I'll call you back. Unh! Yes, just as soon as I can. D-don't worry M-Mr. Taylor. No, no! Everything's perfectly okay." By now I was slamming my hips against her ass, driving as far into her as I could. She hit the release button on the phone and dropped the handset with a clatter. She gripped the edge of the desk and stood with her legs spread wide as I thrust into her. "Unh, unh, unh! For God's sake, you... you could have... Unh! You could have waited until I was off... Unh! Until I was off the fucking phone! Oh!" I ran my hands over her thighs and hips, felt the smooth silk tight against her skin. Her knuckles were white on the edge of the desk. I reached forward and felt for her breasts. They were bouncing wildly against her ribs. I grabbed hold and squeezed. She let out a little yelp but kept still as I pounded into her even more urgently than before -- if that was possible. I could feel myself starting to cum, the tension building in my gut, my cock throbbing. I think she sensed it was about to happen. I felt her body go rigid, her cunt tighten around my cock. With a loud groan, I began shooting my wad into her. Through the fog of my orgasm I thought: this is the second time today! Is this for real? I'm standing here, my cock inside my assistant? I was completely amazed by the sight my throbbing cock inside her. A moment later she shivered and let out a loud groan. God knows what was going through her head at this moment. Exhausted, I collapsed back down into the chair. She slumped forward and rested her head on her arms, legs spread wide, pussy dripping cum down her thighs. She stayed like that for quite awhile, panting, sweating. "Oh my God, why are you doing this to me? For God's sake, we were friends! I'm married! I only agreed to do this because there was no other way out but... God! What kind of person...?" "I think we're finding out pretty quickly here, don't you? Wearing the clothes you do, showing me your tits, letting me fuck you. There's more to it isn't there!" "No! No, I swear! I never wanted this. I never thought it would come to this! I mean... I'm only doing this because you're forcing me to! I'm not like... I'm not like this." She stood up and stepped over my legs. "Look at me! Yesterday I was your assistant, everything was normal. Today I feel like some kind of slut, some kind of sex slave!" "Hey Laura, take it easy. You got yourself into this and this is the way you decided to get yourself out of it. This is your choice, whatever that makes you. Personally, I don't see it that way. I see a beautiful woman with a hot body. Your back is against a wall Laura. Showing your tits and spreading your legs will be the best way to get yourself out of some serious shit. It's certainly turning out to be the best solution - for me. If you relax and go along with it, it could be the best solution for both of us." I looked her up and down as she stood in front of me, her hands clasped in front of her crotch -- tall and beautiful, with all the right curves, her bare tits peeking out from her open blouse. "So, about tomorrow. I don't know what you have in your wardrobe at home. I can't imagine it's all that great, considering how you normally dress around here. From now on though, I expect more skirts. Lots of skirts, especially short ones. I expect sexy underwear. I expect stockings or pantyhose. I expect high-heels. Are you getting the picture?" "Of course I am but think about it! My husband will notice! I never come to work dressed like that. He'll be sure to ask questions." "Well, you'll have to be creative with your excuses. Tell him we've taken on a new big-city client or something. Tell him we have to create a more professional look. God knows you could do with some better clothes. I don't care what you tell him, just make sure you follow my instructions. Understand?" She let out a long sigh. "Yes, I get it. In one day I've gone from being your assistant to your sextoy. Super." She picked up her clothes and headed for the washroom. "See you tomorrow, you bastard." I sat back and thought about all that had happened that day. I shook my head. Who'd have thought? Finding out about her "fingers in the till" had turned into what could be described as a very interesting situation - and I was going to make the very best of it. Laura's Surprise Ch. 02 I wondered what she'd be wearing this morning. I'd had her for the first time yesterday and after fucking her (twice!) I'd made it pretty clear that she was going to have to do whatever I wanted or face some very undesirable consequences. She seemed willing to go along with it at the time but a lot can change overnight. I heard the door open and waited for her to pass by my office. Not even so much as a nod from her as she walked down the hall. Hmm. That was going to have to change. I gave her time to take her coat off and get settled before I rang her phone. "Yes?" "Good morning Laura. Come to my office, please." There was a pause. I heard her sigh and then hang up. A few moments later, she was standing in my doorway. She looked decidedly modest today -- a bulky high necked sweater, loose slacks and flat shoes. Very disappointing. "It seems you're not feeling all that co-operative with our arrangement Laura. I wondered if you'd try this." "I'm not happy about yesterday or about what you said you were going to make me do from now on, all the sex and clothes stuff. You don't still expect me to do all of that, do you?" "On the contrary Laura. That's exactly what I expect. In fact, I've been looking forward to our time together today. I have to tell you though, I'm very disappointed with your outfit." I looked her up and down, stopping to stare at her breasts, her crotch, making sure she knew what I was looking at. Her face turned red. "I told you I don't have the kind of clothes you expect me to wear!" "Obviously that will have to change. I expect you to do much better than this." She shifted from foot to foot, folded her arms across her body and proceeded to turn crimson red. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why can't you just let me do my job and leave me alone?" "Good question Laura. Answer this for me. Why did you decide to rob me blind? Why did you let me fuck you?" "I -- I didn't! I - I just needed the money. And you forced me to do the rest! I certainly didn't expect you to jump all over me just because you could see down my blouse!" "Well, I guess you just don't realize how hot you are, how much you turn me on. We're going to have to work on that. Look, you can make this enjoyable for both of us or if you'd prefer I can continue just pleasing myself. It's your choice. You can think about it while we're out. Get your coat. We're going shopping." "Shopping? Now? With you? Why?" "Laura, look at the way you're dressed! Since you've decided not to go along with it so far, we're just going to have to take care of it together. You look ready to wash your car, not spend a day at the office, pleasuring your boss. Totally unacceptable. In fact, you're about to find out just how serious the consequences are when you disobey me. Get your coat. Let's go." I waited as she went back to her office to get her coat: knee-length, black wool, very conservative. She must have made an extra effort to dress as drably as she possibly could this morning. As I said earlier, that was going to change. We walked across the street to a series of shops in an arcade. It was still early, the doors had just opened and people were busy getting ready for the day ahead. We passed by a couple of women's clothing stores and had a look at the displays in the windows. Just as conservative as her coat. About two-thirds of the way along the concourse we came to a store that catered to the younger set -- fashionable, funky, hip -- whatever word you wanted to describe the clothes college girls wore to the clubs at night. We walked in and I started to look around. We were greeted by one of those perky, annoying little smilers that so many shops hire these days. I told her we were travelling, the airline had lost my "wife's" luggage so we were looking for skirts and blouses. She looked at Laura and hesitated. "I'm not sure if we have any styles your wife would like..." I told her that, contrary to her appearance at the moment, Laura actually preferred something a bit more like what was in this store. The girl shrugged, then directed us to a series of racks along one side, instructing us to give her a call if we needed help. I rummaged through the racks, thinking there might be some good possibilities here. I searched the skirts. Laura hung back, wordless, staring straight ahead, not moving. I pulled out a black skirt, pleated, with a broad waistband and held it up for her to see. "What do you think Laura?" She turned and looked at the skirt in my hand. "You can't be serious. That's way too short!" "Just what I was thinking. What size are you?" I went back to the rack and pulled out the same style, closer to her size. "Ha! There we are. This might do. The fabric is stretchy. Go try this on." "What? I can't wear this!" "Laura, you don't want to make a scene here. Just go back there and try it on." She grabbed the skirt from my hand and strode past, heading for the change stalls at the back of the store. "Let me know when you have it on," I said as I followed her. She stopped and turned to speak but when she saw the expression on my face she continued on into the stall and closed the door. I heard her shoes drop to the floor, heard the rustling of fabric as she pulled her slacks off. A moment later she unlocked the door and opened it a crack. I almost burst out laughing. She stood there, in her bulky knit sweater, ankle socks, bare legs and a miniskirt that ended about mid-thigh. What a sight. Ah well, it was a start. "Looks good to me," I lied. "Stay there while I find a top to go with it." I searched the racks again and pulled out a couple of possibilities. One was a very sheer white blouse, softly tailored, button-front. The other was a thin knit cream-colored cardigan, with a deeply plunging neck-line. I handed them over the stall door. I heard her mutter to herself as she saw my choices but a moment later opened the door again, wearing the blouse. What a gorgeous sight! The luscious fabric clung to her shoulders and fell softly across her breasts. Her brassiere was in plain view through the thin cloth, even the tone of her skin could be seen. "Not bad!" I grinned at her, staring down at her chest. She brought her hands up to cover herself. "Oh sure! You like it because you can see everything through this!" "Exactly! Keep those things on. We have to find you some hosiery. I'll be back in a minute." I walked across the store to the hosiery display and scanned the packages, looking for some natural-toned pantyhose. I found a reinforced pair that had a bit of shimmer to them and brought them back. This time, instead of handing them over the door, I pulled it open and stepped into the stall with her. "Hey! What are you doing? Get out!" she hissed. I held up the package. "Are these the right size?" "Yes." "Good. Put them on. I want to watch." "Damn it! How am I supposed to do that with you in here? There's no room to move!" "That should make it fun, don't you think?" "Oh sure, for you. I can tell you one thing though -- you're not going to stand behind me while I do. I'm sure you'd even try to fuck me in a store." She turned to face me and tore the package open, drew out the hosiery and rolled one leg to pull it on. As she bent down, her head pressed against my hip. Almost instantly, my cock stood to attention. I watched as she straightened up again, sliding the silky nylon up her leg, up to just below her skirt. As she stopped to roll the other leg, I unzipped my fly and pulled my stiff cock out into the open. "Oh god, see? I knew it! Now what?" she sighed. "I just thought that, while you're down there pulling on the other leg, you could put your mouth to work doing something other than complaining." "Like what?" "I think a quick blowjob would be nice." "Blowjob? Here? Now? No way!" "Oh come on Laura. You can do it!" "If you think I'm going to suck your cock, especially in a store, you're crazy." "Hey, call me crazy. That's exactly what I'm thinking. So tell me, how many times have you gone down on Hubby?" She looked away and blushed. "None of your damn business." "Heheh, I'll take that as 'very few'. Well girl, it's time for you to get down there and get some practice in." She stooped down and pulled the other pantyhose leg on and slid it up to her knee. I grabbed my shaft and aimed it at her face. Reluctantly she parted her lips and let me insert my cock between them. I leaned back against the wall and offered the full length of it to her. It appeared she wasn't going to make much effort. I was barely inside her mouth, about an inch at the most and she was just letting it sit there. "Come on Laura, suck on it. Open up and let me in." She opened her mouth wider and I thrust my hips forward, jamming my swollen cock deep inside. She gagged and pulled back as it hit her throat. "Ok, now suck." She closed her lips and drew in on me. I tried to pump myself into her a little but she was standing at such an awkward angle that I really couldn't move well. "Kneel down." She eased herself to the floor and faced me. Once again I pressed into her mouth, then took hold of her head and started to pump my cock into her. "C'mon, suck on it. Harder. That's a girl. That's better." I shoved myself into her mouth again and again. Slowly she began to follow my rhythm, sucking as I drew out and opening up as I pushed in. She still gagged if I pushed too deeply but she was starting to accept me and do a fairly decent job. The idea of us standing in the stall, Laura sucking me off, with a clerk just across the store really got me aroused and it wasn't long before I felt the old familiar throb. I stopped moving and motioned her to keep sucking, pushing and pulling on her head to indicate what she was expected to do. I leaned back and watched as she slid her lips up and down my cock. Her new blouse was open enough at the collar for me to see down to her bra and I was able to enjoy the view of her tits jiggling in time with her head movements. Her new pantyhose were still down around her knees. There was a broad expanse of thigh between them and the hem of her new skirt -- smooth, milky white thighs. Man, she was in such great shape for a thirty-something mother. It only took about five minutes of watching her and feeling her mouth on me to bring me off. It wasn't an earth-moving orgasm but thoroughly enjoyable all the same. Without a word of warning, I gripped her head and shot a stream of cum into her mouth. She coughed and tried to pull away. I held on and shot a couple more bursts between her lips. She gagged again and swallowed hard, then wiped her mouth on her wrist and shuddered. "What the...? You - you came in my mouth, right in my mouth!" "Exactly! It was great! Good job there girl. I know you'll get better with more practice. Oh, hold on, there's a little bit on your chin." I flicked it up and smeared it across her lips. She scrunched her face up and turned away. "You fucking bastard." "Aww, come on Laura. It's good for your complexion." She stood up and started to pull her pantyhose up but I stopped her when she reached about mid-thigh. "I'd like to stay and watch but we need to get going. Give me that new sweater and the tags for everything else. You get yourself together while I go pay for it all. Give me your old clothes as well. Oh, that includes your panties and bra." "What? Why can't I wear my underwear? Let me put my own things back on. I can't wear this stuff out in public!" she hissed. "What if we meet someone I know?" "No worries Laura. You have that nice, long, drab overcoat you can wear while we find you some shoes." Reluctantly she stripped down again and handed me her underwear and old clothes. I went to the sales counter and explained to the girl that we were late for a meeting so my wife was going to wear her new selections out of the store. I asked for a bag to carry her old clothes and wondered if she could recommend a shoe shop nearby. She told me there was only one just a little further along and started to ring in the sale. Laura walked up behind me and waited. When we were done, I turned, took her by the elbow and left the store. As we went along the hall I stepped away and looked her up and down. Her coat was buttoned tightly but her legs were in view below the knee. She was still wearing the flat-heeled shoes. "I feel ridiculous," she muttered. "Hang on, we'll get you some better shoes. By the way, just thinking about what you have on under your coat is really turning me on." She blushed again and pulled her collar tight to her neck. We came to the shoe store and stood outside, looking at the window display. I came close to her and spoke softly in her ear. "Listen. This is going to be your punishment for not co-operating. This is why you're not wearing any panties or bra. We're going in here to buy you some shoes. See that young college-type guy over there, the clerk?" She nodded. "You're going to give him a view to remember while you try on a few pairs." She turned to me. "What do you mean by "a view to remember"?" "He's going to be kneeling in front of you when he helps you try on the shoes, right? You're going to let him see up your skirt or down your blouse as he does. She started to protest but I cut her off. I was getting tired of her resistance with our arrangement. "Look. You better decide right here and now whether you're going to co-operate or whether I'm going to have to make some calls." She stopped. Her eyes moistened. "I -- I can't do it! It's too embarrassing! It's bad enough that I have to do this for you. I certainly don't want anybody else involved. That wasn't the deal!" "It also wasn't part of the deal that you'd come to work dressed like you were. You do what you're told or we go back and I start calling." I turned and began to walk away. She grabbed my arm. "No! Alright! Alright, I'll do it." "Smart choice. Undo your coat." We entered the store and walked up to the young clerk. "We're on our way to a meeting and my wife's dress shoes are in the luggage the airline managed to lose for us. Can you help us find something suitable?" He nodded to me and then glanced over at my "wife". Her coat was open, offering a glimpse of the outfit she was wearing underneath. He did a little double-take and I watched as his eyes dropped down to her blouse, the swell of her breasts clearly visible between the lapels of her coat. His eyes dropped further, down to her legs, legs that were shimmering in the display lights, legs that were barely covered by the short skirt she was wearing. He pulled his eyes away from her and led us over to a collection of dress shoes. I suggested a pair of black pumps with pointed toes and a slightly higher than business-like heel. Just to drag it out a little, we chose a few other pairs as well. He headed off to the stockroom while we found a seat nearby. "Let your coat open up when you sit down." "But..." "And undo two more buttons on your blouse." "Please! I - I can't!" "Do it!!" I hissed. She sat down. As she did, her coat fell away from her legs, revealing the full length of them. The darker bands of reinforced pantyhose around her thighs were peeking out from under her skirt. She leaned back and opened her coat, brought a hand to her neck and cautiously undid the top buttons of her blouse. I gave her an appreciative leer and sat down beside her. "Remember what you're supposed to do now, yes?" "Oh, don't worry. He'll get his jollies -- at my expense. I'm doing what you want, ok? Leave me alone." The young man returned with a stack of boxes. He faltered a moment as he caught sight of her, her legs almost completely exposed. Her dark nipples were easily visible though the sheer fabric of her blouse, a blouse that was unbuttoned far enough to see quite a lot of her cleavage. He set the boxes down beside Laura's feet and pulled up a stool. His hands were shaking slightly as he opened one box and extracted a shoe from the wrapping tissue. He held it out to her. "May I?" he asked, expecting her to offer him her foot. She raised her knee and placed her nylon-covered foot in his hand. As she did, I watched him try to get a peek between her legs. She was doing her best to keep her thighs together, to hide her pussy from him. The skirt was too short for her to have much success. My cock started to swell at the thought of this guy looking up her skirt and of the view he was getting. He took hold of her ankle and slipped the shoe on. "Oww, that's a little tight," she said. He stood up and went back to the stockroom. As he did, I whispered to her to open her legs more for him next time. I got up and moved around behind his stool, pretending to look at another display. When he returned, I saw a noticeable bulge in his pants. It looked like she had his attention! He pulled out another shoe and offered it to her. Once again she raised her foot to him but this time she looked away and spread her knees slightly. I followed his gaze, up her silk-covered thighs, all the way up to the fleshy triangle between her legs. Her blonde thatch was faintly visible under the fabric. It had to be obvious to him that she wasn't wearing panties. I could tell he was staring directly into her crotch as he fumbled with the shoe, trying to do both things at once. I knew that as long as she wasn't looking at him, he was going to get a good long look up her skirt. He sat back while Laura pushed her foot into the shoe and leaned forward to look at it. As she did, her blouse dropped open, offering the guy a decent view down to where her breasts were pressed against her knees. Girl, you're going to have to do better than that, I thought. No sooner had the words crossed my mind that she sat up a few inches, enough that she was giving him a full and complete view of her breasts, hanging bare and unrestrained, nipples pointing down at the floor. She held her position for a moment longer, then looked up at the clerk and asked for the other shoe. I saw his head jerk quickly as he turned away and reached for the second shoe. He was probably worried that she might catch him staring at her. Laura looked up at me standing there behind him and scowled. I gave her a thumbs-up and then motioned for her to stand up and walk around in the new shoes. The guy pressed the other one onto her foot. As he did, I couldn't help noticing his hand slip a little further up her calf. Cheeky bugger. Laura noticed too but what she did next came as a surprise. Instead of tilting her knees to the side so she could take a look at the shoes, she opened her legs directly in front of him and looked between them at her feet. Wow. I was impressed - she had finally decided to keep her side of the bargain. The strong lighting in the store, the short skirt and the shiny pantyhose all worked together to give him -- and me -- a fabulous view up her skirt, from thigh to hip and everything in between. I caught my breath when I saw a dark patch of moisture and a definite bulge in the hosiery that barely hid her cunt. I could swear that this was turning her on. I was very impressed with her courage. Her knees were open for only a brief moment. It was enough. The clerk coughed and looked away. She stood up slowly and walked across the room, watching herself in the mirror. She turned to me and frowned again. I nodded. "They look good, Hon," I told her. "Kind of hard to tell with the coat though. Let me take it for you." She gave me a dark look, shrugged the coat off and handed it to me, then turned back to the mirror. Wow, again. She was one hot looking woman in that outfit. The blouse hung loosely from her shoulders, the silhouette of her body outlined by the lights. Where the fabric touched her, the color of her skin showed through. Even in the mirror's reflection her nipples were two dark circles under the filmy top. The skirt clung to her hips then flared out, stopping at mid-thigh. Her legs shone in the light and the shoes made them appear even longer. Laura's Surprise Ch. 02 I looked over at the clerk. His eyes were glued to her. She turned and walked toward a floor mirror. As she did, the high heels made her hips sway seductively while her breasts bounced in tight little circles. I think she could see his reflection, watching her. She stopped. Standing over the low, angled mirror, I'm sure she knew he could see up her skirt. No doubt her ass was clearly visible. I imagined her cunt, bulging out from between her thighs, moisture glistening in the fabric that covered it. She walked back and took her seat once more. By now my cock was straining in my trousers. I imagined his was too. There was touch of sweat on his forehead. She looked him straight in the eye. "What do you think?" she asked him. "Oh, I think you, umm, I think they look great!" His faced turned a deep crimson. She smirked. "I'll bet." She leaned forward once again and reached for her old shoes. I quickly looked around the store to make sure we were alone then stepped forward and spoke quietly in the clerk's ear. "So you enjoyed looking up my wife's skirt did you?" He twisted around to look up at me, his eyes wide. "I -- I..." he stammered. "You can't hide it boy. Look at the wet spot on your trousers. My god man, that cock of yours is going to tear a hole any minute. Looks like you need a little relief." Both he and Laura looked at me, puzzled. Then it dawned on her. "Oh no, no way. Absolutely not." "Don't you remember, Laura? You told me you'd go along with it." "Go along with what? He's already had a good look! If you think I'm going to..." "Going to what, give him a blow job? Maybe even fuck him? I know how much you'd like to but we just don't have time for that right now." She slumped back into her seat and looked away, biting a finger. "There you go, my man. Feel free." He looked at me, unsure of what I meant. "She said she would do what I wanted. Well, I want to watch you check her out so go ahead, get in deep, feel her up! We all know you want to! Go for it!" Hesitantly, he turned back to her. She refused to look at either of us, just sat motionless, waiting. He reached out and lightly touched the side of her knee then pulled back and looked up at her. She did nothing. He reached out again, a little bolder, and ran the palm of his hand down the back of her leg. He brought his other hand forward and did the same. He stroked her legs a couple of times and then slid forward on his stool. He was getting braver. He placed both hands on top of her thighs and pushed his fingers up under her skirt. He leaned forward and slid them further up until they were hidden under it. Then he lifted his hands and raised her skirt. He ducked his head down and peered under the fabric. "Great view, huh? Isn't she gorgeous? Spread her legs. Make her show you what she's got." I kept an eye out for other customers while he slid his fingers down between her thighs and pried them apart, further and further until her legs were splayed wide. He held her skirt up with one hand and caressed her thighs with the other. There was a long, wet bulge where the silk of her pantyhose pulled tightly over her cunt, making a deep vee between her legs. "Stick your hand up inside her, man. Give it a feel. Look how wet she is." He slid his hand up her thigh and pressed it into her crotch. She jerked and looked up at the ceiling, a hand covering her mouth. He dug his fingers into her hot flesh and rubbed her clit. I looked around the store. Still no one. "That's it. Give her a good stroking. Get her hot. That's it. Get your fingers in there, good and deep. While you're at it, go for her tits, man. Don't forget her tits." He kept his one hand buried deeply between her legs while he reached forward and took hold of her breasts. He gently squeezed them. She whimpered and covered her eyes. He squeezed harder, then began to massage her tits, rubbing his hands back and forth across her chest, fondling her nipples until they were long and thick. She whimpered again and tried to pull back from his probing fingers. He turned and looked up at me. "Are you sure this is okay?" "Absolutely. She likes to play hard to get. It gets her hot." He shrugged and once again slid his hand up between her thighs, this time pressing deeper into her cunt until her pantyhose were almost up inside her, forced taut over her clit. She gripped the arm of the chair as she felt his fingers prod deeply into her crotch. She was breathing heavily. Then the clerk took hold of the fabric covering her cunt and tore it open. She grabbed his arm, about to stop him but then looked up at me. She kept her eyes locked on me as he slid his fingers into her. She groaned as he probed inside her. With a quick grab she took hold of his arm and clamped her knees tightly together, seizing his hand between her thighs. She held her breath and then gasped as she felt his fingers move. She was squirming in her chair now, breathing hard. She kept her thighs tightly together, trying to escape the clerk's hand. I watched as her body went rigid. Then it all became clear - she wasn't fighting him, she was going to cum! What happened next caught me by surprise. While she was starting to cum, the clerk leaned forward and forced his head down between her thighs. He stumbled off the stool and knelt between her legs, pushing down between them until his face was pressed against her steaming pussy. She slid back against the chair, trying to pull away from him but he yanked her legs up over his shoulders as her body went rigid. He kept pressing down, his mouth over her cunt, his tongue probably inside her while she writhed and cried out. This went on for almost a minute before she was able to take hold of his hair and pull him up from between her thighs. It took a moment for them to disentangle. When it was over she slumped down into the chair. Her head lolled to one side, her hand over her eyes. The clerk sat back and looked up at me. His face was wet -- either from sweat, from her cunt -- probably both. He looked down. His cock formed a huge tent in his trousers and the wet spot had spread dark and wide. I grinned at him and nodded. "Go ahead, man. She'll take care of it." He paused briefly, seeming unable to believe what was happening. He unzipped his fly and pried his stiff cock out into the open. Sensing something going on, Laura opened her eyes and looked down at the shaft he was holding in his hand. She looked up at me, then at him. She quickly sat up and yanked her skirt down, slamming her legs together. "Uh-uh, no way, not here, not with him." "Give it up Laura. Just take care of him. He's going to explode any minute so just give him a simple handjob." I turned to the clerk. "She's quite skilled you know. She can give you some relief." She looked up at me, pleading with her eyes. I looked around the shop. There was no one else in sight. I frowned at her, then nodded toward the clerk. Her body slumped. He stood up and unzipped his fly. She hesitated, looked up at me once more, then slid forward in her chair and took hold of his throbbing cock. She began to stroke him slowly. There was enough pre-cum oozing out of him to lubricate her hand as she slid it up and down his shaft. She was surprisingly good at it. Fast or slow, tight or loose, she kept it up, bringing him closer and closer. The clerk stood there, stunned by his luck. Who'd have thought that just showing up for work could lead to a gorgeous blonde cumming on your face and then giving you a hand-job? He bent down and grabbed her breasts. It was the final thing he needed. Without warning, he shot a massive load of cum across her blouse. She pulled back in surprise as it spattered her chin and down her neck. Several more spurts shot out at her, hitting her hand as she tried to shield herself. "For god's sake!" she sputtered and gagged. "Damn it, why didn't you warn me? Look at my blouse, you've cum all over me! That is so disgusting!" "Sorry! Sorry! I just couldn't hold it. You were too good, I couldn't hold it!" He turned to me, unsure if I too would be angry, afraid of what he'd let himself in for. I surveyed the scene. There was a line of cum swinging from the guy's stiff cock while Laura sat there in front of him, her skirt and blouse, even her chin spattered with the sticky mess. I was so aroused that I wanted to jump in and fuck her right then and there if we didn't leave immediately. I stepped forward and helped her up to her feet and threw her coat around her shoulders. I pressed some bills into the clerk's hand and told him to keep the change -- he'd earned it. She wiped her face with her coat as we headed for the door.