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Overtime Ch. 01

By: Vessira



**This was my first attempt at writing a story, and I foresee a number of future chapters. Thank you to my friends from the Lit board who helped me with the editing.**

Overtime – Chapter 1

Glancing down at her watch again, Jody mumbled to herself. "This day is taking forever!" 

It was 4 o'clock on Wednesday, and Jody only had one more hour before the workday was done and her long weekend began. She had requested Thursday and Friday off to prepare for a friend's wedding. Her friend Lizzy had been like a sister to her all through college, and despite their many differences, they remained close. Lizzy's wedding was on Friday, but Jody was in charge of the bachelorette party Thursday night and still had a million things to do. 

"Only an hour to go, kiddo," Marcus said playfully strolling into the room. Jody felt herself getting both irritated and blushing at the same time. 

"I don't know why you keep calling me kiddo, you're only a year older than I am," Jody retorted. 

"Yes, but I'm 27. I am officially an old man by now. You're only 26, practically a baby." 

Marcus watched smugly as Jody's cheeks turned pink. He could never understand why she was so shy. Since she joined the company 6 months ago and started sharing an office with him, Marcus had found Jody to be a terribly sweet and soft-spoken person, but wondered how many people missed her intelligence and great sense of humor. She did not have many other friends in the office as far as he could tell, mainly because she was too introverted to start conversations with people she did not already know. 

"Such a shame too," Marcus thought. 

In his eyes, Jody was practically a dream girl than any guy would be lucky to have. She was 5'2" with light brownish hair and hazel green eyes. She had a few extra pounds, but it suited her well, as most of it seemed to be in her chest. If she would only notice his less than subtle hints, Marcus would have dated Jody in a second.

"Did I hear something about an old man?" Robert Allen came strolling into the office, shaking his head. 

Robert was Jody's boss, and she felt lucky to be working under him. When Jody applied for her job 6 months ago, she never thought she would actually get it, as she did not have nearly enough work experience coming straight out of graduate school. Robert had decided to give her a chance, and taken care to give Jody help whenever she needed it. Jody could not have asked for nicer coworkers than Marcus and Robert. While she did not directly work with Marcus, Jody shared an office with him, and he always made an effort to talk to her and bring her out of her shell. Sometimes Jody thought Marcus flirted with her, but she suspected he thought of her more like a kid sister. Jody thought he was terribly handsome at 6'2" with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. Marcus was the only real friend she had made at work, since her job did not generally require her to work with anyone from other departments other than her boss Robert and the clients. Marcus was an IT guy, but they had run out of room upstairs so he moved in an office in the basement on his own. When Jody was hired, they stuck her in with him, much to Marcus's delight. Peering back and forth between her boss and her office mate, Jody chuckled to herself. 

Standing next to each other, Marcus and Robert could not look any more different. Marcus was tall and thin, with dark hair, light skin, and adorable black framed glasses. Robert on the other hand, was barely 5'7" and had a solid body, although he was in great shape at 34 as far as Jody could tell thru his work attire. Robert had reddish brown hair and warm brown eyes. Jody absolutely adored her boss. He worked extremely hard, and had gotten divorced only 4 months ago when his wife left him for another man. He once told Jody that his wife accused him of never being home because she claimed he would rather be at the office than at home with her. Jody could not imagine Robert being a bad husband, even if he did work a lot. He had this way about him that when he laughed; it made Jody's insides light up. Jody wished sometimes Robert were not her boss. She had always been attracted to slightly older men, and Robert was extremely handsome, but she was far too shy to act on it, and she loved her job and would never put it in jeopardy. 

"Don't worry Robert, we weren't talking about you," Marcus laughed. 

"Good thing," Robert chuckled, "Otherwise I might have to go get your boss Dan and insist he find you a new office so poor Jody here can get some work done for a change." 

Of course, Robert knew how hard Jody worked. She was a quick learner and he could tell when he had interviewed her that she was the type to go the extra mile to get a job done. 

"Unfortunely, I'm the bearer of bad news." Robert said, "The client pushed up the dates, and they want our Projection Report next Wednesday. I know you're not going to be around the rest of this week, Jody. Do you think you can have everything done?" 


Jody pursed her lips slightly. This would be tough since she would really only have Monday and Tuesday to finish the report now. 

"Don't worry Robert. I will get it done. I'll just have to learn to ignore any people who try to distract me, like Marcus." 

Marcus smirked a little, than turned away to face his computer monitor. "Don't mind me, I'm not even here." 

"Alright then, Jody. Have a nice weekend. I will see you on Monday. Let me know if you need extra help if you think you might not make it. Robert walked out of the door and around the corner to his own office.

The last hour flew by as Jody suddenly had a looming deadline trying to get her Reports ready. Marcus asked her questions about the wedding she was attending. Jody explained that she would be spending the next couple days getting her nails done, preparing for the bachelorette party, and then tending to all her bridesmaid duties for the wedding. Jody's friend Lizzy, always more eccentric and outgoing of the two friends, was having a small but elegant wedding. 

"So who's the lucky guy who gets to be your date?" Marcus asked. 

"I don't have one," she said quietly. 

"Aww, you should have asked me," Marcus teased. "I would have been your date for the right price. I take MasterCard, Visa, and goodnight kisses you know!" 

Jody laughed, "Too bad I'm broke. Besides, I stopped paying for dates last week. New corporate policy: no more pity dates or men I pay to take me out" 

Jody turned back to her desk to so Marcus wouldn't be able to see her blush. She needed to concentrate on work. Soon it was 5pm and Jody waved at Marcus as she rushed out the door.

The wedding Friday turned out beautifully and Lizzy looked stunning. Jody had never found a date in time, although she had wondered how serious Marcus had been about his offer to go with her. Always helpful Lizzy paired her up with on of the groom's cousin who was also in the wedding party at the last minute Jody thought he seemed nice enough, but they were both too shy and barely spoke to each other. Jody wished she could be more at ease around people, but it just did not come naturally to her. She could not remember the last time she had had a real date that was not a fix up by a friend, let alone an actual relationship or sex. As the wedding reception went into the night Friday, Jody found herself worrying about work and her upcoming deadline. She really wanted to prove to Robert that she could get everything done on her own and make him proud. She kissed Lizzy and her new hubby John goodbye and left the reception a bit early to head home. Jody had decided to spend a few hours at work on Saturday and possibly Sunday making sure she finished her report on time, since she did not have any other plans. Jody had never needed to come to work on a weekend before, but she knew most other people in the office did not, so she hoped to have the place all to herself so she could work in peace.

The next day Jody went into the office at about 10:30am after going to the gym. She had showered afterwards and put on a knee-length printed skirt and a simple white t-shirt and sandals. This was not her typical work attire, but since it was a weekend, she assumed it would not be a big deal. There did not appear to be anyone else in the building when Jody got there, so she walked into her office, shut the door, popped a CD in the tower, and put her headphones on. Jody always seemed to prefer working with music on, she felt it helped her keep motivated and upbeat. At around 12:30pm, she had gotten a nice bit accomplished and decided to reward herself with something from the snack machine down the hall. Jody had promised herself she would not stay too late, so she figured a quick snack, and she would be out of the office by 3pm at the latest to get some real food. Out of habit, she closed her office door behind her when she left. The vending machines were down the hall a little ways, and after selecting something sweet, Jody walked back to her office humming the music. Looking at the floor while she walked and munched on her animal crackers, Jody allowed her mind to wander as she made her way back to her door. When she got there, she instinctively reached for the handle, not noticing the door was now open, and she ended up colliding right into Marcus.

Jody looked up, embarrassed, and blushed even harder when she saw Marcus peering down at her in a tight-fitted t-shirt and jeans that looked like they were made especially for him. Despite having shared an office for the last six months, Jody realized she had never been this close to Marcus before as his light smelling cologne began to make her head swim. 

"Well, well, well," Marcus wrapped his arms around Jody playfully. "If I'd known you'd wanted a hug that bad, I would have just given you one. No need to run me over, Kiddo." 

Jody felt dizzy for a moment as Marcus picked her up, hugged her to his chest and then released her. 

"I...I...I didn't see you. I thought I would be the only one here today." 

"Excuses, excuses. Yeah, I dropped by to do a few minor software upgrades, since it's always easier when no one is using the servers." 

Marcus held his breathe for a moment. Jody looked amazing today. Normally she dressed very conservative and she looked very relaxed and sexy with her hair loose and in a skirt. Immediately Marcus felt his cock begin to harden. They had never really been alone together, and Marcus realized if things were ever going to happen with him and Jody, this might be the best opportunity. 

"Well you're free to bump into me anytime Jody, you won't hear me complain." 

Marcus winced. He wondered if that sounded as cheesy as he thought, and if Jody really had any interest in him at all. Jody kind of giggled nervously and looked down. Not knowing what came over him, Marcus realized he'd wrapped his left arm around Jody again and pulled her to him, and cupping her chin with his right hand, he positioned her face up to look at him. Before Jody knew what had happened, Marcus kissed her. 

"What am I doing? What if she doesn't like me?" Marcus felt himself start to panic a little. 

But Jody didn't push him away. Suddenly she was kissing him back and Marcus lost it. He allowed his hands to start roaming down the sides of her body and over her full breasts. Jody's tongue wrapped around his and he thought he heard the slightest of moans escape from her lips. Marcus was an incredible kisser, Jody thought. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to bring herself even closer to him. Marcus cupped the side of her left breast while his other hand snuck up under her shirt and stroked her side. Tracing his fingers over her shirt, Marcus found Jody's nipple and tugged it lightly. Dropping her right hand to his waist, Jody pulled her body against Marcus. Pressing Jody back against the desk, Marcus leaned into her body and he felt his penis become fully hard. It was as if all the sexual tension had been building up over the last 6 months and it the floodgates were open now. His hand inched further up under her shirt and maneuvered under her bra so he could roll her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Jody felt her nipples harden under his touch.

Marcus needed to have more of Jody. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her up and sat her on the desk. She was breathing heavier now and allowing her hands to run up and down his back. Marcus parted Jody's legs with his right hand and pulled her closer to his crotch with the left. Her skirt inched up her legs a bit and Marcus thought he could smell her excitement coming from between her legs. Holding her at the hips against his cock, Marcus ran the palm of his hand up the inside of her thighs towards her panty-covered mound. Jody began to squirm a little as he reached the edge of her panties and hooked his thumb under them slightly while his index finger began to trace over her enclosed pussy lips. Her panties were silky and Marcus could feel her dampness already beginning to soak through them. He pushed slightly harder with his fingers, tracing her delicate folds through the cloth. Marcus made sure to press the base of his palm so that it grinded into Jody's mons. 

Jody's head was swimming. She never imagined things would actually happen with Marcus, and especially not at the office. Even though it was a Saturday and they were the only two around, Jody's paranoia kicked in and she decided things were going too far. This was very unlike her. She certainly should not be doing this at the office, no matter how good it felt, and she convinced herself that fooling around with a coworker, even one as cute as Marcus was a bad idea. Pulling away from his mouth, Jody clamped her hands on his shoulders to keep him from kissing her again. 

"This is a bad idea Marcus. We need to stop. I can't do this." 

Marcus peered at her face for a moment, considering her words and studying her face. He didn't want to stop! Marcus tried to calm himself down some as he watched her until he noticed Jody biting her bottom lip. 

"Damn her!" he thought. "She wants this just as much as I do, but she's too scared and trying to back out now." 

Marcus wasn't about to let Jody get away with it. He pushed his body in closer to her, moving now in to kiss her neck. 

"Marcus, I said we should stop!" 

Jody was surprised by his move. This only made him kiss her neck harder and begin nibbling on it. He attacked her pussy with renewed force, stroking it and pushing harder against the wet spot in her panties. Jody could not help moaning, but she began to become frightened. This had gone too far, and she suddenly remembered how very alone they were. Marcus finally pulled her panties to the side and slipped two of his fingers inside her. His thumb found her clit and began making circles. 

Jody couldn't remember the last time anyone else's hands besides her own had done that. But enough was enough. Jody reached forward with her hands and tried pushing Marcus's hand away from her. He grabbed her by the wrists with his other hand and pinned them together and Jody heard him growl. Marcus shoved a third finger inside Jody and bent them forward towards him, searching for her secret spot. Jody tried backing away but Marcus held her still. 

Removing his fingers from her wet snatch, Marcus instead grabbed her panties and ripped them at the crotch. He pulled her forwards by her wrists, backing away from the desk, and then spun her around and pressed on her back making her bend over with her face on the desk. Jody did not know what to do. She tried pushing off the desk and Marcus grabbed her by the hair and held her still. She could not believe what was happening, and she whimpered realizing she was powerless against Marcus's strong grip. 


Once Jody stopped moving, Marcus released her hair and put his hand on the small of her back. Marcus pushed down on Jody's back with one hand, and used the other to unbutton his jean and release his thick cock from its confines. He spread Jody's legs with his feet, lifted her skirt, and positioned himself just outside her wet hole. Rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her slit, Marcus could barely control himself to keep from burying all 7 inches of his cock inside her. He knew Jody was scared, but he wanted to tease her, make her want it just as bad as he did. He ran his head all over her slick lips, coating it in her juices, allowing it to open her just barely without actually pushing himself inside. Marcus's hand released his cock and snuck under Jody and he began pinching her clit again. 

"Please stop, Marcus," Jody pleaded with him. 

She could not believe what was happening. Marcus's response was to rub and flick her nub harder, but he had still not entered her. To Jody, it seemed like this would never end. Marcus assaulted her with his fingers for maybe ten minutes with his cock head poised to enter her Jody had to bite her lip from moaning as he skillfully massaged her clit. Jody's body knew her true feelings more than she was willing to admit to herself. Marcus rubbed her back while he continued to tease her entrance, waiting for the right time. The pressure on her clit continued to make Jody wet. Jody began to feel dizzy; she started to wonder if he was ever going to fuck her. 

"Wait, what am I thinking?" Jody couldn't make sense of her feelings. 

Her breathing deepened and she began to give out little gasps. Soon all she could think about was what it would feel like to have him inside her. Jody shut her eyes, but this only made it harder to ignore the slick cock rubbing against her hole, taunting her that it could fill her at any moment. Jody felt her body push itself back on his cock just a little, pushing his head into her pussy so he was inside her and she breathed a sigh of relief. 

This is what Marcus had been waiting for. He had been waiting for Jody to respond, to want it as badly as he did. Without waiting any further, he buried his cock inside her. He started with long, deep strokes, allowing Jody's pussy to get used to his girth while he continued to rub and tease her engorged clit. Her muscles gripped him like a vice and Marcus knew he would have to be careful if he wanted to have any sort of stamina for this first round. 

Marcus knew his tendencies to be able to have sex two or three times in a row without much downtime, and he was sure he was going to take full advantage of it. He watched as Jody gripped onto the other side of the desk and held on to it as she began to push him back against his cock in pace with his strokes. The sounds she made were getting stronger and with each thrust, she tried to hold him in her longer. 

He grabbed on to her hips and began to thrust harder. Jody could feel her body respond as Marcus began thrusting faster and grinding into her. She could not believe she was close to having and orgasm. Marcus's cock was nice and thick, possibly even thicker than the dildo she had at home. Jody's grasp on the desk tightened as she felt herself approaching orgasm and she began to push herself so Marcus could get as deep in her as possible, but then suddenly he stopped. Marcus pulled himself completed out of her and left his throbbing head just resting at her entrance. Jody moaned in pain. She was so close to cumming and she had no idea how bad she had needed release. She tried pressing herself back onto Marcus's cock, but his hands held her firmly in place. Jody whimpered. 

"Tell me you want it, Jody." This was the first time Marcus has spoke since this whole ordeal began. 

"Wha....what?" Jody did not know what he wanted. 

"I want you to tell me you want it. Otherwise I'm going to stop." Marcus felt her squirming in his hands and knew she wants confused. 

"Marcus, I..." Jody said quietly allowing herself to trail off. 


Overtime



Special thanks to an awesome editor remain_in_shadow. I couldn't have asked for a better editor. 

*

Patrick Slater stood over his secretary "Mrs. Ramsden."

Viola Jean looked up from her computer at the man standing before her desk. "Yes, Mr. Slater?" 

"Have you begun the spreadsheet project I asked you to work on three weeks ago?"

"Yes, but I had to stall, I wanted to see if you could assist me with a problem," she said while she clicked away on her computer. 

"I suppose you would need my help; it's not like you'd know everything I would." He smirked as he walked back into his office.

He's such an asshole, Viola Jean thought as she simply smirked back at him. She had watched his career movements from financial analyst to trader and when they offered him his own office she dreaded becoming his secretary. She almost thought she wouldn't be assigned to him but she'd suddenly received a memo stating she was Mr. Slater's secretary. Boyish good looks, 25 and brilliant but a vicious shark who tried to belittle her because of her lack of formal education. They'd only worked together four weeks but to Viola Jean it seemed like 4 years. She smirked at most of his comments and continued to do her job without conflict. 

"Mrs. Ramsden, could you fill my printer with paper?" Patrick asked. 

"Yes, Mr. Slater." She got up from her desk and headed for the supply closet. Patrick watched her walk away; he loved to watch Viola Jean around the office. Every day he looked forward to seeing what outfit she'd wear to work. He always noticed when she had on something new but never let her know what he knew.

Bet he's watching my ass again, Viola thought as she moved around the office. She could feel his eyes on her all the time. She tried her best to not wear anything too revealing but Patrick always undressed her with his eyes.

Today she wore khakis that seemed to hug her ass tightly and a deep V neck sweater that displayed her cleavage nicely. He loved her heart shaped ass especially when she bent over; his dick would harden at the thought of sliding himself into her ass and fucking her to exhaustion. Viola Jean entered his office with a pack of paper. 

"We will be working on the spreadsheet until it is complete, which means you will be working late," he said as he watched her replenish his printer paper. 

"Fine," she replied dryly. 

"Don't sound so enthusiastic." He smiled as he roamed his eyes over her body. Viola Jean rolled her eyes and exited Patrick's office. She called her husband to inform him of the overtime. Patrick made sure he was quiet enough to overhear her end of the conversation. 

"Yeah I gotta do overtime for my pain in the ass boss. I don't know how late but I'll rush home when I'm done. Love you." Viola Jean continued her tasks for the day and at 5 she was back in Patrick's office.

Patrick looked a bit more relaxed. He had taken off his suit jacket and tie and an empty glass sat on his desk which Viola Jean knew was once filled with scotch. She watched him walk past her and lay down on his couch. 

"I'm gonna get to work here, Mr. Slater." She said as she sat at his computer and pulled up the spreadsheets in question. Patrick lay on the couch and watched her work; his dick jumped every time she licked her lips. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, he rose from the couch and walked over to her. She was so focused on work that she almost fell out the chair when he slid her towards him. She was puzzled but before she could speak Patrick bent down and covered her mouth with his.

She pulled away from him. "Patrick! What the hell are you doing?" 

He didn't respond; he grabbed her again to press his lips upon hers. Their tongues intertwined, she tasted the expensive scotch that lingered in his mouth. When the kiss finally broke Viola Jean smacked Patrick's face.

Patrick stroked his cheek with a smile, his eyes roaming Viola's body. 

"I'm married!! You are drunk and this is unacceptable," she said as she began to walk out of the office. Patrick grabbed her arm. He narrowed his blue eyes "Mrs. Ramsden, I think it would be in YOUR best interest to stay here, or you could walk out of this office and walk away from your job."

Viola Jean gasped. "I can sue you for that statement alone Mr. Slater!"

"With the head of the company being my best friend's dad, why would he or anyone else for that matter believe you? I doubt you're financially ready to go down that road. Now, please come here and let's continue." A smile spread across his face as he released Viola Jean from his grasp. 

Viola hesitated. Patrick was right, it would be a waste of time, energy and money. She couldn't afford a good enough lawyer that would get her a large enough settlement. Reluctantly she walked over to him.

"Now, we can do this one of two ways. One way would be enjoyable for us both and the other would be enjoyable for me. I couldn't care less which way you choose." Patrick sat in his chair. "Come be a good girl, sit on my lap Viola."

She walked over to him and sat on his lap making her back face him; he could feel her round ass press firmly against his hardened cock through his pants. He gently massaged her back, making her relax. She watched as his free hand poured scotch into a glass and offered it to her. 

"Did you know how much ass kissing I had to do to get your tight bodied self as my secretary? All the executives know that you're a hard worker and very smart, despite your lack of education." Viola Jean shook her head and took a sip from the glass. "Have you even compared yourself to the rest of the women here? I mean there are some real hot women here but you, god damnit, are a walking chocolate bar."

Viola Jean turned to look at him, her dark brown eyes staring into his deep blue ones. "Patrick, what do you want from me?" She knew what he wanted but hoped she was wrong. 

He smiled. "I want to fuck you....not just tonight. I want to be able to slide my dick in any hole on your body anytime I can. You'll get a raise, if there any worries about what you'd get out of this." He trailed his fingers up her back to the nape of her neck. A shiver went down Viola's spine and straight to the nerve endings in her clit. 

"I'm not a prostitute." 

"Honey, I know this, because if you were a prostitute we wouldn't be talking you'd be on your knees with my cock in your mouth. But I'm trying to have a civilized conversation. I think you deserve that much." His fingertips danced along the side of her cocoa colored face; he playfully tapped the tip of her nose. Viola's eyes fluttered. Patrick noticed the alcohol take hold of her and leaned forward and began to nibble on the back of her neck. She smelled like ripe strawberries on warm spring day. "I'm sorry I've been such an asshole to you Viola Jean," he whispered. She closed her eyes as she tried to fight the way he was making her body feel. This is so wrong, she thought as Patrick's hands glided all over her body. The liquor warmed her; she could feel her panties get moist.

She felt his hand slip underneath her sweater and around to the front of her. His hand traveled up along her tummy and under her bra. He cupped her breast. Viola Jean tensed up. "I don't think..." 

"You don't have to think," Patrick interrupted as he pinched her nipple.

He quickly removed her sweater and took off her bra. He spun her around; she was now straddling his lap and facing him. Viola Jean closed her eyes as Patrick took her delectable chocolate nipple into his mouth; she moaned as he gently sucked the petite nub. He moved from one breast to the other and Viola Jean didn't plea for him to stop. Patrick could hear her sigh with pleasure as his tongue licked at her sensitive flesh.

Her moans and whimpers filled his office as she allowed her body to become overwhelmed with pleasure. Patrick made Viola stand before him and began to take off her pants. Viola was in a trance and he slid his hands all over her. He twirled her around. 

"You really are one hot ass milf," he said as he smacked her round ass. He bit his bottom lip as he looked at her. "You know what Viola? I think I'm going to fuck your ass." 

"No, I never had anal sex and I'm not about to let you fuck me in the ass." 

"I didn't ask you permission; I said, 'I am going to fuck your ass'." In a swift move Patrick bent Viola over his desk and held her there. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out handcuffs and cuffed her to the handle of the desk drawer. "Patrick! What are you doing?" Viola was a little scared but her body was still in a state of arousal. She knew she should scream or beg him to stop but she just couldn't find the words. 

"I'm going to fuck your ass, duh!"

He stroked her ass with one hand as he reached into his pocket again, pulling out a bottle of lube this time. "I usually use this to jerk off, but I'll finally get to use this the way it was meant to be used."

He covered his index finger and shoved it up her ass to his knuckle. Viola grunted as she tried to relax herself around his finger. 

"If you relax it will hurt less. You should enjoy yourself like you did when I sucked on your nipples." He smiled as he slowly finger fucked her ass with one hand and lubed his cock with the other, listening as Viola's grunts turned to moans of pleasure. He slid his finger out and positioned his cock at her tight brown hole. Gently, he grasped her hips. 

"I can be real gentle with you Viola. It's your choice." 

Viola didn't respond. Her head was swimming with confusion and lust as she felt his cock press against her anus. She felt like she was on fire; passion ripped through her body like electric shocks. He slowly pushed himself into her and almost felt sorry for her when she cried out.

"Wait, wait, wait it hurts."

He slowly worked his cock into her tiny, tight asshole as Viola whimpered softly. When his cock was fully embedded into her ass he whispered softly.

"Are you ok?"

Viola shook her head. Patrick placed kisses on the back of her neck and roamed his hands along her warm body, relaxing her. He slowly stroked in and out of her as he spoke to her. 

"This is my ass; do you understand me? I'm the only one who may fuck your ass. Are we clear?" 

Viola didn't respond, which angered Patrick and so he began to become rougher with his strokes. 

"Are we fucking clear Mrs. Ramsden?" 

"YES!" Viola screamed. Patrick continued his rough pace. "Fucking hell I said 'YES'!"

Patrick smacked Viola's ass cheek. "There will be no more cussing." 

He slowed his pace and became gentle. Viola began to moan; she arched her back, meeting his thrusts, taking his cock deeper and deeper into her asshole, his balls slapping her clit, his hands caressing her sweat covered body. "That's it, take my white cock in that sweet black ass of yours." He massaged her breasts from behind, pulling and pinching at her nipples. Her pussy was aching to cum.

"Oh God!" She cried out as waves of orgasmic pleasure consumed her. Her juices flowed out of her. 

Patrick sped up his pace as she continued to cum. The sweet sounds of her moaning with pleasure sent him into a frenzy. He shuddered and exploded within her; he felt his hot cum fill her ass. He continued to grind as he spilled his seed into her asshole. 

"That's a good girl. Such a good little sex slave," he said as he placed kisses on her back. He un-cuffed her from his desk and slowly let his cock slide out of her ass. He sat in his chair listening to Viola catch her breath, admiring her body as she still lay bent over on his desk, her head turned away from him. 

"Viola?" 

She turned to him "Yes?" 

"I really am sorry for being such an asshole."

Patrick was sincere. He looked into her deep brown eyes and smiled. Viola simply returned the smile.

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It had been 4 weeks since the sexual encounter between Viola Jean and her boss Patrick Slater. Viola Jean was in a state of confusion; after they fucked on his desk Patrick had not done or said anything sexual to Viola Jean. It didn't help that Patrick was actually a bit nicer. His degrading remarks had stopped completely right after their encounter. He rarely asked her to do anything menial like getting his coffee or replenishing the copy paper. He was becoming a pleasure to work for. 

As days went by she would often flashback to that night; images of Patrick kissing her, touching her and then anally fucking her would appear in her head, sending chills up and down her spine. Every day she sat at her desk trying to keep her mind on work; there were moments where she caught herself daydreaming about her young boss fucking her six ways from Sunday. She'd try her best to imagine her husband fucking her the same way but Patrick's face would continue to appear before her. Patrick had caused her to be sexually frustrated, and her knowing that annoyed her. She imagined him taking her again and dominating her. Her body ached for him and being that he no longer appeared interested in her, she always seemed a little irritable.

Patrick walked up to her desk and handed her a stack of paperwork. "I need these figures put into excel for me for a presentation, Mrs. Ramsden." 

Viola Jean didn't even look at him as she took the papers from him. Patrick noticed her lack of acknowledgment.

"Is there a problem, Mrs. Ramsden?" Viola Jean smiled at him.

"No Mr. Slater not at all. I'll begin your assignment a.s.a.p."

Patrick nodded and smiled back as he went back into his office. He left the door open so he could watch Viola work. 

Viola flipped through the stack of paperwork; she knew about the presentation he was doing, but he usually did it himself. All his paperwork seemed to be in order until the fourth page. In big bold letters it read. VJ, I WANT TO FUCK YOU P. Viola Jean's eyes stretched wide open as she read the paper and then immediately covered it with the other paperwork. Not realizing his door was open and he was watching her, she looked towards Patrick's office and their eyes met. Her body became flushed as she tried her best to hide her reaction. Patrick smiled at her and winked.

Viola quickly looked away. Patrick watched as she pulled out the secret note, went over to the company shredder and destroyed it. She barely looked at him the rest of the day as she distracted herself with work. 

At five o'clock Patrick exited his office "Working late tonight?" he asked Viola. 

"No, I'm gonna work on the rest of the project at home." She forced herself to not make eye contact with Patrick. 

"Ok, well, you have a good weekend, Mrs. Ramsden." 

"You do the same Mr. Slater." Viola breathed a sigh of relief as her boss left and headed to the building's elevators. She left 15 minutes later, paperwork in hand. As she exited the building she stopped in her tracks and held her breath at the sight of Patrick waiting in a car right in front of the building. He waved her over, smiling as if they were friends. Who does this white boy think he is? She thought.

"You need a ride home?" 

"Um, no, the train is just fine and faster. Thanks." 

Patrick frowned at her response. He let her take a few steps away from him "Viola Jean!" Viola froze, he rarely called her by her first name. She slowly turned to face him. Patrick had to take in the sight of her before responding. She had worn her long black silky hair up in a neat ponytail with bangs that framed her face nicely. Patrick loved the look of shock on her face, her dark chocolate brown eyes widely opened as if she's never been shocked before. She wore a skirt today, something she rarely wears. He admired her chocolate legs that looked softer than a baby's ass. 

"Please, let me drive you home Viola." He asked as nicely as possible. 

Viola Jean gave in and without responding climbed into his car. When settled, she noticed the radio playing Ella Fitzgerald. 

"You listen to Ella?" she asked not hiding her bewilderment. 

"No, but I know you do and I want you to feel comfortable in here. I'm merely driving you home I'm not going to do anything to you.... so relax." Viola Jean smiled as she loosened up. 

Patrick glanced at Viola from the corner of his eye. "Have you ever been with a white guy before?"

Viola rolled her eyes. "No, Patrick." she replied with disdain.

"No need for attitude, I was just wondering." He smiled.

"Am I your first black girl?"

"No, but you're better than the one I had, appearance wise. We haven't fucked for me to see if you're better than her. You're the first girl who let me fuck her tiny little butthole."

Viola narrowed her eyes at him. "I didn't let you fuck me. You handcuffed me to the desk. You forced me."

"Viola Jean, if you felt forced why are you in my car? Why didn't you report me?"

Viola was silent. The hairs on her body stood up; her body craved him. She tried to hide it and keep her thoughts on her husband and kids. 

"You enjoyed, it be honest. We're adults, it's okay if you like being fucked in the ass by your boss."

Viola blushed. Patrick was right, she liked being handcuffed to his desk and taken advantage of. She didn't realize being dominated would turn her on until after the incident. She began to daydream about that evening, how Patrick called her his 'good girl'. His voice lingered in her brain and sent tingly sensations down her spine straight to her clitoris. She felt her panties getting moist as she remembered how his lips felt nibbling at her body.

Her cell phone rang, rudely awakening her from her fantasy and she lowered the music before answering. 

"Hi hunny. Yes. Oh, ok. No problem. See you tomorrow. Love you." She turned the car stereo back up as Ella Fitzgerald sang It Never Entered My Mind. 

"Did I live up to your expectations of white men sexually?"

"You over analyze. I can't judge you. The pain from the anal and you not listening to me made the whole experience just full of negativity."

"We could always do it again so that we can both have more accurate opinions of each other."

"Not happening." I want it to happen but it can't happen, she said to herself.

Patrick watched out of the corner of his eye as the secretary sank into the leather covered seat. He decided to change the subject. "You like this car? It's a Jaguar," he boasted. 

Viola looked around the car "Yeah I noticed. It's nice." 

"Who was on the phone?" He asked as they sailed across the Brooklyn Bridge. 

"Oh, that was my husband; he took the kids and headed to the Poconos ahead of me. I'm going there tomorrow to join them." 

Patrick smiled. "So you're free tonight, to be fucked in that beautiful brown ass?" 

Viola let out a dry chuckle. "I don't even like you."

Patrick nodded. "You're a liar and I'm gonna swing by my apartment before driving you home." Viola didn't protest; she was actually too tired to. She watched out of the window as Patrick navigated through the streets of Dumbo. 

He parked. "Don't get out of the car," he said to Viola as he climbed out and ran to her side to open her door. He stuck his hand out. "It'll only be a moment; you can leave all that paperwork here in the car." Viola took his hand and let him help her out the car. Not wanting to show how impressed she was with his gentleman like behavior she barely smiled as he closed the car door. Holding her hand, he led the way to his apartment building. 

"Patrick what is wrong with you? Why are you after me? You can fuck anyone you want." 

"If I can fuck anyone I want, then right now I want to fuck you VJ." He smiled as they entered his elevator and he pushed the button for the top floor. 

"Well I'm happily married so we're not fucking ever again." 

Patrick nodded and walked over to her. He took her face in his hands; his mouth captured hers. He slid his tongue along hers. Viola didn't pull away; to her own surprise she was kissing him back. Her lips suckled his and she ran her hands through his hair. Patrick wasn't surprised at all by her reaction. Feeling victorious he reveled in the kiss. His cock hard, he continued to claim her warm mouth, his hands roaming all over her body. He rested them on Viola's ass and squeezed it gently. Viola's tongue twirled circles in his mouth. She knew what they were doing was wrong but she felt like she needed him. He had become her addiction. The elevator dinged, breaking their kiss. Viola was flushed, her breathing ragged. Patrick could see the lust in her eyes. He smirked at the passion filled sight of her as he left the elevator and Viola, conquered, followed closely behind, her hand intertwined with his. Her mind was in a daze as she imagined what it would feel like to have her legs wrapped his waist, his dick buried inside her. She could feel her pussy ruining yet another pair of panties.




Overtime



They reached his apartment door and he escorted Viola in. His apartment was modern, neat, and breathtaking. It was obvious that he knew what to spend his salary on. He had floor to ceiling windows that gave him a view of Manhattan. As Patrick headed to his bedroom Viola looked all over the apartment; her facial expression was cold but inside she was impressed. Patrick walked up behind her.

"So, we should leave and get you home." 

Viola was confused. "Huh? What? What was that in the elevator?" 

Patrick chuckled. "You mean the kiss? I wanted to kiss you so I did. You said 'We're not fucking ever again' you didn't mention anything about kissing." 

Flustered, Viola laughed "Okay, no problem, no sex, fine." She headed towards the door. 

"Oh don't be upset VJ." Patrick said following her. She unlocked his door and pulled it open but Patrick pushed it closed. 

"VJ, if you want to fuck me just say so." 

Viola stared blankly "No, I want to go to my home so I can prepare to see my husband and kids tomorrow, and stop calling me VJ." 

Patrick frowned and let her open the door. She walked out and he followed behind her. Neither said a word as they rode the elevator down. Patrick opened the car door for Viola and she climbed in. He got in the car; when he turned the car on the radio was back on Ella Fitzgerald and Viola immediately turned the music off. Patrick looked over at her but didn't say a word. He enjoyed the attitude she was having. Her full lips pouting, arms crossed, nostrils flared, and eyes narrowed. 

Patrick began driving "So you're pissed at me?" 

"Why would I be pissed at you?"

"Cause we didn't fuck." 

"We aren't going to fuck, I'm happily married and that kiss won't happen again." Patrick smiled. "Why do you always smile that fucking smile? It's not charming." 

Patrick's smiled quickly disappeared. "Don't cuss."

Viola looked at him like he had five heads. "I can cuss. I'm grown, shit." 

Patrick pulled the car over. "Viola Jean, I don't like cussing and I don't want to hear you cuss. There is no reason for it. You can express anger without cussing." 

"First of all, I'm not angry, so you can just go to hell. Now take me home." 

Patrick began driving again; they sat in silence. He finally pulled up to her apartment building. Viola quickly climbed out of the car and gathered her things. 

Patrick got out of the car smiling. "Mrs. Ramsden, I'll see you Monday and we will continue our discussion then. You have a good weekend." 

Viola rolled her eyes at him and continued into her building. Patrick watched her ass sway in the skirt before pulling away. 

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"Good Morning." Viola Jean greeted her co-workers as she walked through the office. She had gotten pampered in the Poconos and returned Monday morning bright and early. Over the weekend she'd had her hair washed and styled by the hotel they were staying at, and it showed. Her thick black long hair hung almost to her middle of her back. Everyone always seemed to love when she had her hair out and always complimented the length. She walked past desk after desk she noticed there was someone else sitting at her desk. A young pretty red head was typing away on Viola Jean's computer. Viola's body temperature rose as she came to the conclusion that she had been fired. She slowly walked up to her desk and tapped the top gently to get the girl's attention. The girl looked up from the computer. Her auburn hair fell over her pale green eyes. 

"You must be Mrs. Ramsden. Mr. Slater is waiting in his office for you. I'm Trish." She smiled. 

Viola Jean almost threw up. She was disgusted by how sweet and cute the girl appeared but she hid it by smiling. She headed to Patrick's office and began to knock. 

"Oh, he said 'don't knock just go in.'" said Trish. 

Surprised, Viola Jean walked right into his office and closed the door behind her. Patrick sat at his desk focused on his computer screen. He smiled looking up at Viola Jean. She wore a gray pants suit which seemed to be tailored for her tiny body. 

Viola didn't hesitate as she sashayed into his office. "So, I've been replaced?" 

Patrick was amused. "Replaced? Oh, no, of course not. Trish is our temp for today. I gave her a few simple assignments so she can cover for you while you are out. I mostly want her to answer the phones."

"Out where?" 

Patrick smirked "With me, we have a project to work on and I felt there are just too many distractions. See, this way we can go work on the project without any interruptions." 

Viola Jean glared at Patrick. "I'm not going anywhere with you." 

Patrick rose from his desk and walked towards Viola. He stood directly in front of her. He looked into her sparkling brown eyes. "Viola, please come with me. I'm not going to fire you or threaten you. I'm asking you nicely." 

"Are you going to try to fuck me Patrick?" 

"Yes, of course I'm always gonna try to fuck you. You're hot." He laughed. "Look we don't have to fuck. I really do need us to work on the presentation together; uninterrupted. We could get to know each other better outside the office. I won't act like an asshole, you won't act like a bitch; we may even end up as friends." 

Viola didn't respond. She simply nodded and smiled. She watched as Patrick grabbed some paperwork, packed his briefcase and exited the office with Viola Jean following behind. They stopped at Viola Jean's desk. 

Trish smiled at them both. "I sent all the requested information to your email and had the parking attendant leave the car in front of the building Mr. Slater." Viola Jean was shocked by her efficiency. "Mrs. Ramsden, I had one of the mailroom clerks get you a Chai Latte with a shot of espresso; a drink Mr. Slater says you drink often. It should be waiting in Mr. Slater's car." 

Viola Jean smiled. "Well thank you Trish, impressive," she said looking over at Patrick. 

They proceeded to leave the building and jumped into Patrick's car. Just as Trish had said, there was a travel cup of coffee in the cup holder of the car. Viola acknowledged it. "She's good, Patrick. You're gonna fuck her too?" 

Patrick stopped at a stop light and looked over at Viola and smiled. "We're going to an apartment that my godfather keeps. It overlooks Central Park." 

"Really? Is that where you're gonna fuck Trish?" Patrick ignored her and continued driving. When he parked Viola looked around "Nice area," she said as she climbed out the car. 

"Yeah I think so, it will be quiet in the apartment and I have plenty of food for us." Patrick headed towards a building; Viola followed him. A doorman greeted them. "Mr. Slater it's a pleasure to see you." 

"Hello George, we'll be hard at work today. No visitors please." The doorman nodded as Viola and Patrick entered the elevator and rode it to the tenth floor. He moved close to Viola and stared her down nose to nose. Viola's chest heaved with excitement as she anticipated Patrick's next move.

"Viola, Trish is cute; I'll admit that and I may want to fuck her, but I want to fuck you more. I just love how that ass of yours looks with my cock in it. Firm, soft, round and warm. Wonder how it feels to have those sexy legs of yours wrapped around me with my cock buried deep in that wet pussy of yours?"

The elevator doors opened and Patrick exited. Viola was dumbfounded; Patrick's statement left her speechless. Without saying a word she followed him off the elevator to the apartment. Patrick unlocked the door.

Viola Jean looked around the apartment in awe; it was beautiful. It had dark hardwood flooring and the furniture was art deco style. As she followed Patrick throughout the apartment each room seemed to have a window and was full of light. Each room had its own color and style to match. 

"This place is huge. Your godfather just keeps the apartment, he never stays here?"

Patrick shook his head. "He rarely works in the city anymore so he stays in the house he has on Long Island."

They ended up in a brightly lit kitchen that already had bags of food waiting for them on the counter.

"I ordered breakfast earlier and probably the doorman or one of the porters brought it up here. I hope it's still warm," he said as he dug through the bags. 

Viola joined him in pulling the food out. She decided on a platter of bacon, eggs, and home fries and started to eat. Patrick did the same but watched her out of the corner of his eye. He liked how she seemed to dance a bit in her chair while eating, especially if she enjoyed the food. She would smile to herself and stuff her face in a non-piggish manner. As always, when she would look down into her plate of food her hair would bother her. At the office she would sometimes tie her hair up in a ponytail before eating. Patrick reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear. Viola blushed a bit but didn't say a word and kept eating. When finished, she gathered up Patrick's and her empty plates and disposed of them. 

"Let's get to work," she said as she went into one of the rooms that Patrick had said had all their work. She sat down at a mahogany desk and opened the laptop that was there. 

Patrick came into the room to join her. "To be honest Viola, the work has been done over the weekend already, by me." 

Viola closed the laptop and headed out the room. "I'm not interested in fucking you. I don't even know why you bother going through all this trouble."

Patrick blocked her way "Just relax here all day with me then; no fucking, just relaxation."

Viola twisted her mouth. "Yeah, whatever." 

"Viola nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. I promise." He smiled.

"Fine, how often do I get to spend the day in a big ass apartment anyway? Show me the bathroom; I want to see what type of tub rich people wash their ass in." Patrick led Viola to the master bathroom. She was floored by the size of it. The bathroom was the size of a child's bedroom, gray marble floor, red granite countertop and an above counter sink. She walked over to the tub. "Jacuzzi tub huh? Nice." 

Patrick nodded in agreement. It had been a while since he had been in the apartment and he was just as impressed as Viola but hid it well. He watched as she fiddled with anything she could get her hands on. She watched him watching her as she walked over to the sliding door shower. She looked at the downpour style shower head; it was one that she always loved and wanted. She turned the water on just to see it work. 

"We could take a shower, together." Patrick suggested. Viola Jean looked over at him. His blue puppy dog eyes seemed to beg her. "It's only a shower I won't try anything I'd just like to see your body all soapy." 

Viola blushed and relented. "You're a liar. I'll take a shower you can watch from the outside of the shower." 

Patrick smiled "Ok, I'll agree to that."

Viola got undressed but left her shirt on. 

"Umm, so you're gonna take a shower with your shirt on?"

"Well I'm embarrassed because, ya know, my body has been through kids and the aging process."

Patrick pulled her close and kissed her as he unbuttoned her shirt and removed it. 

"I don't care." He turned on the water and opened the shower door for her. She didn't make eye contact as she went under the shower head.

Patrick watched Viola through the shower glass. She put some liquid soap in her hands and began to make her body sudsy. Patrick stood there watching as trails of soapy bubble slid along her flesh. She massaged her breasts with the soap slowly. She made eye contact with him and pinched her nipples and winked.

"Don't be a tease!" He yelled over the sound of the shower.

She continued to cleanse herself. Soap seemed to be everywhere on her, sliding down the crack of her ass, running down her tummy. She imagined how it would feel to have sex in the shower with Patrick. As Patrick took in the sensual sight, his bulging erection became too much for him. He waited until Viola's back was to him and quickly removed his clothing. Her eyes were closed as she felt the warm water caress her body. He slowly walked to the shower and quietly opened the door. Viola Jean felt a rush of cool air and when she opened her eyes Patrick was standing with her in the shower. 

"Patrick, come on, you said you'd behave. What you're doing makes you a liar."

"I did behave, and now I'm finished behaving. Besides I just want a closer look at you." He smirked. "I noticed you couldn't reach your back; I could wash it for you."

Viola turned around for Patrick. He soaped up his hands and started at the nape of her neck and gently massaged to her shoulders. The warming mist of the water relaxed her. Patrick felt her body melt beneath his hands as he worked his way down her tiny back. He admired the small dragon tattoo right above her left butt cheek on the small of her back. Viola could feel the space between their bodies diminishing. She snapped out of the trance his massaging had put her in. 

"Patrick?" she whispered.

Patrick was now pressed against her. She stiffened. His soapy hands wrapped around her and cupped her breasts. He began massaging her soft mounds and gently pinching her nipples.

"Mmmmm." Viola let out sounds of pleasure as Patrick continued cleaning her breasts by gently kneading them with soap. She could feel Patrick's hard cock pressed against her butt as he slid his hands from her breast along her stomach. Viola's breathing was heavy. Patrick reached her pussy. His nimble fingers danced around the delicate softness between her legs. His wet body pressed against her, the sensations of his slick skin rubbing against hers was too much to bear. Viola's moaning was too much for Patrick; he spun her around and before Viola could protest his mouth captured hers. His tongue swept through her warm wet hungry mouth and danced with her tongue. Viola tried to break the kiss but Patrick held firm; his hands gently gripped her tiny wrists and pulled her into him. Viola relented and dove into the kiss. Patrick moved her against the shower wall and wrapped her legs around his waist. He slid into her effortlessly, burying himself deep inside her wet pussy. Her body was wrapped tightly around him as he fucked her against the wall. He thrust into her rhythmically and she moaned for him with each stroke. He paused his stroking. 

"Viola? Look at me." Viola's glazed brown eyes met his blue. He smiled at her. "Stop fighting it; you're such a good girl. Let go." He buried his face in her neck and sucked her wet skin. She could feel his tongue trailing up her neck, his mouth nibbled on her earlobe. Viola's legs wrapped tight around him as she closed her eyes. She got lost in the feeling of his wet strong body against hers. Her chocolate nipples, erect and sensitive, pressed into his chest. Patrick continued stroking in and out of her warm flesh. She was beyond helpless; lost in passion, she could feel her orgasm build. Her eyes rolled back and Patrick knew she was close. He thrust harder and faster into her. Glorious waves of pleasure washed over her as her pussy went into a convulsive release, her hot liquid surrounding his cock. 

She cried out "Oh god Patrick!"

"Yes, cum for me." He whispered to her as he furiously fucked her. His balls tightened, his throbbing rigid cock exploded inside of her. He shuddered as he released. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed. 

Viola could feel him empty his seed into her. She moaned with him as he ground against her and she clung to him, sucking his neck, purring like a kitten. Patrick's cock slid out of her. Viola untangled herself from him; he reached over and turned the water off. She watched her boss exit the shower naked, wet and satisfied. Her eyes roamed along his fit body; muscular, powerful and dominating. She was turned on and it was if he could read her mind. "Anal, bedroom 3 minutes." He said while strutting out the bathroom. 

Dry and naked Viola entered the lavishly decorated bedroom. The bed was covered in Ralph Lauren linens. Patrick was sitting in the window sill naked with a lit joint in his hand. He puffed away as he gazed out the window. 

"You're not serious about the anal are you, Patrick?" 

Patrick looked over at Viola. Her hair was now a mess after their shower tryst. He grinned at her. "Of course I'm serious. That's my tight chocolate ass. Remember?" 

A chill ran through Viola. "Anal hurts, Patrick."

"If we do it often it won't hurt as much now, will it? You should try to relax more and stop acting like you don't enjoy all of this. Just admit it, at least to yourself."

Patrick was right; Viola enjoyed every minute. He motioned her over to the bed and handed her the joint. Viola took a few hits and handed it back. He put it out in an ashtray near the bed. She climbed up on the bed on all fours and stuck her ass in the air. 

"No stand up and bend over, my dear." 

Viola did as she was told. Patrick could see her body tremble with fear as he stood behind her.

"Don't worry, just relax okay? I'll try my best not to hurt you, but you have to relax."

Viola Jean took a deep breath and nodded. Patrick got a bottle of lube from the dresser drawer. He rubbed a good amount on his dick and then rubbed some on her tight asshole. He then greased up his index finger and gently slid it in and out of her ass, making her arch her back for more. Viola closed her eyes and let the weed and Patrick's fingering relax her. She sighed as he pulled his finger all the way out and proceeded to replace his finger with his cock. He pushed against the opening and tried to ignore Viola's squeals of pain. "Shush just relax," he ordered as he pushed through her sphincter.

"Ow ow ow ow," she cried. Her asshole eased open, accommodating Patrick's dick. He stopped once he got the head in and rubbed her back gently, making her relax a bit more. He started with short strokes back and forth out of her colon. Viola kept trying to breathe and relax. She was starting to enjoy the sensation of Patrick's invading cock. 

"Mmmm keep going like that; be nice Patrick." She said as she arched her back higher. 

Patrick grabbed her hips. He wanted to be deeper inside of her. 

"Oh Viola!" He was all the way in her ass and ground himself into her. He squeezed and slapped her butt cheeks. Viola was dancing on the thin line between pain and pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet as she felt her juices sliding down her thighs. 

"Patrick, please play with my pussy," she begged, wiggling beneath him. 

He snaked his hand around her waist and tickled her soft damp flesh. She moaned with pleasure and her asshole got wider. Patrick knew she would soon lose control and took longer and harder strokes in and out of her ass. He rocked her to his rhythm; they grunted like an animals with each thrust. Patrick fingered her pussy, rubbing her sensitive clit. Viola tried to hump his hand and keep the rhythm with the anal. Patrick was taking her over the edge. He plunged two fingers into her pussy at the same moment he plunged his cock as deep as he could into her ass. An explosive climax washed over her, her ass clenched on his cock, her legs clinched around his hand. She screamed in ecstasy. "Oh God Patrick!"

Patrick exploded inside her, filling her colon with his hot seed. "Viola!" He exclaimed.

They continued to rock slowly back and forth. Patrick lay on top of Viola and she collapsed under his weight. He slid off of her. "That was a very good one. I'm spent. Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked as he smacked her ass and headed to the bathroom. Viola lay there spent and feeling the after effect of anal sex. Patrick came back with a warm wash cloth and cleaned her.

"We can't keep doing this." Viola managed to say.

"Why not? Aren't you enjoying yourself?" 

"I am but." Viola held up her left finger displaying her wedding ring.

"You worry too much, sweet cheeks. Make no mistake; this isn't our last time. I will continue to fuck you, especially since I know you enjoy my cock in your ass so much. Now you take a nap 'cause we're just gonna chill the rest of the day. Boy, I am spent." He smiled and left Viola to nap.



Overtime Ch. 01



Marcus pushed his cock into her a little more and rubbed his head into her snatch. 

"I want to hear you say it, Jody. You're not getting it until I do." 

Jody had never been terribly vocal during sex. One of her ex boyfriends in college tried to get her to talk dirty to him once, but she just ended up feeling silly. 

Jody's voice wavered, "I want it." 

"What's that Jody? I can't hear you?" 

Marcus teased her vulva more. Her pussy was drenching wet and he wanted nothing more to bury his cock inside it again. 

"I want you to fuck me Marcus." Jody seemed a little more confident this time. 

"Do you? I don't know if I should..." 

He pulled his head slightly out of her further. Jody groaned. What was he doing to her? She had to have him inside her again. 

"Please Marcus," Jody begged, more insistent. "I need you to fuck me. Please..." Jody felt herself on the verge of tears. 

"Louder, please." Marcus knew he had her. 

"Please fuck me Marcus. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me now!" 

Jody felt herself lose complete control of her inhibitions. She did not know what was going on, she felt so confused, but she felt if Marcus did not fuck her now she might die. With that, Marcus buried his cock in her as far it could go. Jody gasped as he pushed into her and whimpered when he hit bottom. 

"Please don't stop!" she pleaded with him. 

He fucked her hard against the desk. He placed one hand on her hips and the other he reached forwards and stuck into Jody's hair, pulling it at the roots while he rammed her from behind. Jody's body began to shake and she knew she could not hold back anymore. 

"Oh god..." escaped her lips as her pussy began to spasm around Marcus's cock. 

Jody's muscles flexed and tightened, and began to milk his cock sending Marcus over and into his own orgasm. Marcus shoved himself in her as deep as he could go and held himself there while tightening his grip on her hair as she pulsed around him. Even though he had jerked off the night before, Marcus felt like an endless wave of cum was erupting from him as wave after wave shot deep into Jody's tight cunt. Jody moaned and bucked against him as she came, writhing on top of the desk. Jody came loud enough Marcus thought if anyone else was in the building, they surely would have heard it. 

After what seemed like forever, Marcus knew he was dry and slowly pulled his now half-hard cock out of Jody. He stood up straight and gently lifted her off the desk and turned her around to face him. Jody felt so weak, dizzy she could barely stand, and she wrapped her arms around Marcus's neck for support. He gazed into her eyes and kissed her lips passionately and Jody suckled his tongue greedily. She felt amazing and had never had an orgasm that intense before. She knew Marcus gave her exactly what she had needed but had been far too unwilling to admit to. 

At the end of their kiss, Jody collapsed against Marcus's chest and he lovingly wrapped his arms around her. The reality that she'd just had sex with Marcus in her office hit her. Things were going to be very different between them from now on, but Jody knew this was probably the best thing that could have happened to her. Marcus nuzzled her neck and chucked as he felt himself getting hard again. "So much for getting work done," he thought to himself and began kissing Jody again. 

To be continued...



Overtime Ch. 02



**This is the second story I wrote. It is a continuation of Overtime – Chapter 1. Thank you to my friends from the Lit board who helped me with the editing. All the characters and situations are of course fictional.**

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Jody sighed contentedly, nuzzling her head against Marcus's chest as she lay on top of him. He stroked her hair gently with his right hand, while tracing along her neck and shoulders with the other. Neither one of them had spoken since Marcus had finished fucking Jody against the desk in their shared office.

Marcus allowed his thoughts to play back the last half hour. He had come into the office on a Saturday afternoon to work on some software upgrades. Running into his office mate Jody surprised him; apparently, she came in to catch up on some work on the weekend as well. The pair had never really been alone together; having long fantasized about Jody, Marcus took the opportunity to make his move. Jody had been reluctant at first, but after Marcus skillfully teased her with his hands and cock, she had begged him to fuck her. 

Jody was afraid to speak at this point. Her mind posed too many new thoughts and questions all at once.

"I can't believe I just had sex at the office!"

"I wonder how this will affect my relationship with Marcus."

"Will he want to start seeing me now, or did he simply look to get off?"

"Do I have to worry about him bragging to people in the office?"

"Are co-workers at the company allowed to date?"

"Could I lose my job because of this?"

"That was incredible; I really needed to get off!"

"I wonder if it'll happen again."

Seemingly reading her thoughts, Marcus brought Jody's lips up to meet his again. She sighed into his mouth as his tongue searched for hers. Marcus's tool hardened again and Jody felt its warmth pressing against her stomach. 

Jody still wore her skirt, although Marcus had completely ripped off her panties earlier. Her shirt and bra lay on top of the desk still. Marcus placed his hands around her waist and pulled her up further along his body, so her hips were more level with his. 

Jody straddled him and inched her skirt up, exposing her pussy. Marc's hand pulled at the back of Jody's head as his kisses became hungrier. She shifted her weight so that the head of his engorged cock was against her entrance. Jody knew she was wet just thinking about having Marcus inside her again. 

Jody recalled how Marcus teased her mercilessly until she was almost in tears, and she decided it was time for a little payback. Lifting her hips up, Jody allowed the tip to press into her lips and she began to slowly rock back and forth, careful not to push it inside her. She traced the length of her opening, using Marcus's cock, spreading her freely flowing juices over the head as she went. Her puffy labia opened themselves freely, daring him to enter.

Aware of what she tried to do, Marcus laughed inwardly.

"So, she thinks she's going to be a little cock tease now? Well, this little girl needs to learn who the boss around here is."

Marcus allowed Jody's teasing to continue and he used the opportunity to massage her breasts and toy with her nipples. He tugged them lightly, rolling them between his fingers until her large areolas hardened. Jody's large and pink nipples perfectly complemented her ample bosom. 

Pulling away from his mouth, Jody sat more upright to grind on the prick against her wet hole. Marcus pinched her nipples harder now and watched carefully Jody's response to the new pain. Jody began to lose control of herself for a moment and lowered herself slightly, pushing the head past her lips and into her slightly. She moaned loudly, wishing the whole thing were already inside her. She tried to remain still, but her hips seemed to move on their own accord, rocking rhythmically.

Jody wondered, "Who am I teasing more, Marcus or myself?"

Controlling herself again, Jody backed off and tried to stay focus on making Marcus squirm. She swayed her hips a bit faster now, riding the tip of Marcus's penis. 

"I think it's time for me to show her I'm the one in charge," Marcus grinned.

He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them a little, making Jody yelp. Before Jody had time to react, Marcus took hold of both of her hips and pulled Jody all the way down to the base of his shaft.

"Oh, God!" Jody moaned. 

Marcus used his arms to lift her up and down his pole in long, deep strokes. Jody attempted to match his pace and her cunt began to contract around him. Their positioning allowed for Jody to grind her mons and clit against Marcus with each thrust, and she found herself approaching orgasm very quickly. She began bucking harder and she braced herself against his chest, riding him fast in desperation to get off again. Jody couldn't believe how turned-on she was now. 

Marcus debated whether to let her cum so quickly. He had plenty left in him and was afraid she might tire out too quickly. He also had some interesting games he wanted to play. Realizing he did not have much time to decide, Marcus lifted his hips up and rolled Jody over on her back, never pulling out. He switched to thrusting his hips in short, quick strokes a few times before he withdrew completely. Jody whined and her eyes pleaded at him. She had been so close to cumming and Marcus had simply stopped. 

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes! Please, don't stop!" Jody begged.

"If you want to get off again, you need to learn to do exactly as I say, when I say it. Do you understand?"

Jody looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out where this was headed. She bit her lower lip. 

"Do you understand?" Marcus said a lot louder this time.

Jody nodded slowly. She let out a whimper and bucked her hips under him. 

"Good girl. I want you to get on your hands and knees, and take off your skirt."

Jody complied. She had never tried doggy style before, but her best friend Lizzy said it was her favorite. Marcus rubbed down Jody's back, along her spine, toward her ass. His palm cupped her ass cheek and rubbed it. Jody gasped slightly, as she felt a warm breeze against her exposed cunt.

Marcus noticed the sweater Jody kept in the office, draped over the back of her chair. It was one of those long, stylish things women wore with a belt. He took the thing off the chair and removed the knitted belt from its loops. He positioned Jody facing the door, so he would have lots of free space around her, and then tied the belt around her head as a blindfold.

"Can you see through this?"

"No."

"Good. Jody, I want you to focus on my touch. Being unable to see me will make the anticipation greater for both of us, because you'll never be sure what I'll do next or when. Just focus on how things feel."

Marcus positioned himself outside her hole again, taunting her a little with his prick before moving back around to her sides to fondle her breasts. Using a slow, but firm grasp, Marcus massaged them while tracing circles over her nipples. He leaned in under her, took one in his mouth, and began to suck on it.

Jody moaned as Marcus's tongue twirled around her areola. His hand ran between her breasts to her stomach and past her navel. Taking the nipple between his teeth, Marcus pulled it slightly and felt Jody's stomach tense up. He sucked her nipple again and soothed it with his tongue. Jody had never found her nipples to be terribly sensitive, but the pain was new to her.

Reaching between Jody's legs, he moved over the soft hair on her nether regions to her slit. Marcus pushed his index finger to where he instinctively knew her clit was hiding. Jody's breathing deepened as he made small circles on the protruding nub. He again bit Jody's nipple, much harder this time, and Jody responded by grinding into his hand. 

Marcus wanted so badly to fuck Jody again, but he knew it would only be better the longer he dragged this teasing out. Straightening up, March moved around Jody to reach her vulva more easily. He savored the way her tits looked hanging down under her and again he ran a hand down her spine back to her ass.

Unbeknownst to either Jody or Marcus, they were watched through the half-open door by an astonished Robert Allen, Jody's boss. He frequently would spend an hour or two at the office on the weekends. In the last 4 years of working at the company, he had never encountered anything like this before.

"Could that really be Jody?" Robert wondered.

He never once thought that she, of all people, would be caught having sex in the office. Robert felt torn between his position as an authority figure and his desire to protect Jody. He really enjoyed working with her, but certainly, this was not appropriate workplace behavior, weekend or not. On the other hand, they were not hurting anyone and Robert had always hating letting go of employees for mistakes not having to do with their job performance.

Suddenly, Robert realized he was actually aroused by the sight of the two of them. Without thinking, he had instinctively taken out his own semi-hard cock and stroked it slowly. His recent divorce was partially due to a complete lack of marital relationship, so it had been a long time since Robert had any sort of gratification. Apparently, Robert's now ex-wife had been getting her needs satisfied elsewhere, but he had always remained faithful.

Marcus began kissing down Jody's back and his hand continued to massage her between her legs. Robert noticed Jody had on some sort of blindfold, which must have kept Jody from seeing him standing outside the doorway. For a moment, Robert mused that maybe she could actually see him, but only pretended not to, because she enjoyed being watched. 

Kissing lower, Marcus brushed his tongue over Jody's rosebud lightly before dropping it to her pussy. He considered for a moment what her reaction would be to his presence at her backdoor, but he decided it would probably be best to save that for another time when he could plan better. Just as Marcus began to lap at Jody's dripping cunt, he sensed that they were no longer alone. He looked up to see someone watching them through the door, and from the way his hand was moving, that person was masturbating at the sight of them.

Allowing his eyes to focus more on the person's face, Marcus was astounded to see it was none other than Jody's boss, Robert. For a moment, he feared the trouble they would now be in, but as he watched Robert stroking himself, he realized this was an even better scenario than anything he could have imagined. He dove his tongue into Jody, lapping at her insides briefly before stopping again. 

Robert tugged his dick with his thumb and forefinger in easy strokes. He stared at the expression on Jody's face intently, until he realized Marcus had spotted him watching them. Before he could react or try to shove his cock back into his trousers, Marcus silently motioned with his hand for Robert to enter the room. He did not think or consider the situation; Robert simply opened the door and stepped inside silently. 

"Get up on your knees, Jody," Marcus commanded her.

Marcus rubbed her pussy for a few moments longer, dipping two of his fingers in a little, before he stopped complete and stepped back. 

"Open your mouth."

Jody did so, realizing Marcus would probably make her suck his cock. She had given a few blowjobs in college and one to her thesis advisor during graduate school. Marcus motioned at him and Robert understood that Marcus meant for him to step in. Jody's open mouth looked so inviting, that he only hesitated for a moment, before lowering his pants and sticking his thick cock towards her waiting mouth. 

When the cock touched her lips, Jody began to lick it eagerly. She really wanted to do a good job. She felt strong hands stroke her hair and guiding her forward to take more of the head into her mouth. Lizzy had told her once that the most important thing to any blowjob was to massage the sensitive spot on the underside at the base of the head. Jody found the spot with her tongue and pressed against it. She was a bit surprised how the cock in her mouth felt thicker now then when it had been in her pussy.

"That's a good girl, Jody. Now take it deeper in your mouth."

Marcus stood, just to the side of Robert, watching Jody's enthusiastic effort, while completely unaware she was blowing her boss. He stroked his own cock, imagining what her warm mouth felt like. Robert certainly seemed to enjoy himself. Marcus wondered how Jody would react, when she found out Robert was the one actually receiving her oral attention.

Jody had taken Robert's prick in her mouth about a quarter of the way down his shaft. He pushed behind her head, urging her to take more. Having never been fond of giving head, Robert's ex-wife had ceased doing it shortly after they were married. The fact that his 26-year-old employee now serviced Robert made the whole thing more exciting.

"Alright, Jody, I want you to get back down on your hands and knees again," Marcus's voice sounded strangely more on her right than directly in front of her. The cock disappeared from her mouth and she did as she was told. She hoped Marcus planned to fuck her again soon; her pussy was in desperate need of attention.

Once Jody was in proper position, Marcus gestured to Robert that he, too, should get down on his knees so Jody could continue sucking him off. Robert realized what Marcus probably planned and he wasted no time shoving Jody's head back down on his rod. She went back to slurping away, while Marcus moved back around and kneeled behind Jody. He admired her supple ass and togged on his cock in preparation to shove it back inside her.

"I want you to spread your knees wide apart for me."

This time, Jody was sure Marcus spoke from behind her, but she opened her legs anyway, desperate for attention at her sopping pussy. 

Marcus winked at Robert and said aloud, "Make her suck it deeper," before plunging his poised cock into Jody's well-lubricated hole all the way to the hilt.

Jody gasped in surprise, which Robert took as his opportunity to shove his dick down Jody's throat.

Grabbing onto Jody's hips, Marcus pounded her cunt furiously, making slapping noises each time he bottomed out. Jody struggled to hold herself up on one hand, as she reached up toward her blindfold with the other. She was too tightly sandwiched between the two and the person in her throat was so thick, that it caused her to gag a little. Drool trickled down her chin and it took a few minutes for the two men to find a rhythm. 

Jody tried to relax her muscles and adjust to the person's girth. She inhaled deeper through her nostrils. The amount of saliva she produced allowed the person fucking her face more ease. Robert's hand at the back of her head forced her down again and again on his meat. Jody tried again to reach up for her blindfold. Marcus reached forward, grabbing the back of Jody's hair and wound it around his hand. He shoved her head down further, forcing Robert's cock deep in her throat. Jody was so tightly sandwiched between the two men that she couldn't move. 

"Leave it!" he growled.

Jody dropped her palm back on the floor.

"So, do you want to know whose cock it is that you've been sucking, Jody?"

Jody nodded slightly, but she started sucking Robert's cock harder. He moaned audibly for the first time and stroked the side of her face. Robert knew he did not have much stamina left and would soon dump his load down Jody's throat.

Moving slower now, Marcus took long, controlled strokes in and out of Jody's twat, grinding on her pubic bone every time he hit home. He ran his hand across her ass and scooped up some of her juices with his thumb. Making small circles against Jody's asshole, Marcus pushed his thumb into her slightly. 

The sensation at each of her holes was too much for Jody and she began to shake as the first, tiny wave of orgasm hit her. Marcus's balls tightened, as her inner muscles began to clench around him. He looked at Robert's face and knew from experience that he, too, was ready to cum soon. 

Marcus drove his cock all the way into Jody's tight hole again, and then held it in place, grinding against her.

"That's your boss Robert's cock in your mouth, Jody. If I'm not mistaken, he's about to cum, so you'd better swallow the load he has for you."

Hearing that, Jody completely lost it. She bucked hard on Marcus's steel rod and sucked Robert's cock into her throat, as deeply as she could go. Her body shook as her orgasm crashed over her. Jody's entire body felt like it was on fire, as her senses were completely overloaded.

She moaned on Robert's cock, sending him over the edge. He pulled forward and he emptied stream after stream down into her warm, wet mouth. Jody gagged at first, then allowed the warm fluid to run down her throat, and she gulped it down.

Marcus's own orgasm followed then, as Jody reached her peak and her inner muscles tightened around him, beginning to milk his cock. It felt like, every half-second, her cunt contracted around him, trying to pull him even further inside her. As he climaxed, he pushed his thumb further into her back hole to the first knuckle. Jody pushed back against his hand and cock harder now, cumming a second time.

Dropping Robert's empty dick from her mouth, Jody cried out, "Oh fuck! Oooooooooh God!"

Her hips writhed and her muscles contracted completely around Marcus's tool, locking him in a vice grip. His own orgasm came on intensely, almost to the point of pain, as Jody's cunt squeezed him. He held her tightly at the hips as her orgasm subsided and rubbed her lower back.

Moving closer, Robert lifted Jody to her knees and supported her against his chest. He crushed his lips to hers. Marcus's cock withered and he withdrew it from Jody's pussy, now dripping with a mixture of both their fluids, while Jody slumped against Robert..

The first one to speak was Robert, who had not uttered a word the whole time.

"Now, that's what I call a productive day at the office."

Marcus and Jody both laughed and Jody's already flushed face turned a deeper crimson. 

Stroking Jody's hair, Marcus said, "I think our workdays are going to get far less tedious. With some proper training, I think our little Jody here will show us just how much potential she has now."

Robert nodded eagerly and pawed at Jody's tits, while Marcus stroked her sides and sucked on her neck. Jody was not quite sure what the two of them had in mind, but she had the feeling more encounters like that one were a definitely possibility for the future. 



Overtime Ch. 02



Strolling through the entrance to the building she has visited so many times before, she looked calm and collected, despite the excitement slowly building inside of her. Security did no more than a glance at her as she passed, though they did take notice of the skirt and the low cut top she wore. And she wore it with such confidence, as if she knew it would drive her man crazy. Wandering the corridors she checked her watch once more.

"Twenty five past five," she muttered to herself, knowing everyone had now gone home. Except, of course, the one she had come to see. 

Turning the last corner she saw the door was open; it was his office and she knew he would be in there, with his headphones in his ears as he listened to music, blissfully unaware of her presence at the door. Gliding as gracefully as she could, she stepped up behind him and using the sash that held her shirt closed, she covered his eyes and tied a double knot behind his head.

Overtime used to be slow and painful in the past, but after the last encounter, he found himself doing it more and more, so he could sit and fantasise about that amazing night he and his lover shared in the office.

The spreadsheet he was working on was almost complete, which was just as well because the music album he was listening to was coming to an end, and the fantasies in his mind were making him very horny indeed. Reaching for the mouse to click down to a new line he saw the shadowy figure standing behind him, but by then it was too late, and she had him blindfolded. Tonight, she was his master.

Whispering in his ear, she ordered him to stand, so she could see her little office worker from all angles. She knew exactly what she had travelled all this way for and she didn't waste any time tying his hands behind his back. As he stood, she noticed a bulge in his trousers, and she chuckled to herself, before whispering in his ear once more. 

"I do hope you are going to use this," reaching down to stroke his bulge, hearing him gasp at her touch. "It would be terrible to let such a thing go to waste, now wouldn't it?"

Hearing those words, he knew he was in for a treat, but the question was what he was going to have to do to get it. Suddenly, he felt her hands slide down to his waist and undo his trousers. Gently lowering the zipper before slowly tugging his trousers and underwear down together, leaving his hard cock standing to attention with the first drop of pre cum just visible escaping from the tip. As he stepped out the pile of clothing, her hands reached out to massage his hairy balls and his aching cock. He began to think to himself that this was very easy. Too easy even. And, of course, she had other ideas.

Cupping his hairy balls in her hand, she knew exactly what he was thinking and she slowly started to massage his hard cock with her hand, squeezing the pre cum out of the tip and using her mouth to gently suck each drop from him. Reaching into her bag, she took out a razor blade, a bowl, a flask of hot water and his favourite brand of shaving foam. This was no ordinary shave though. It was to be a shave he would never forget, as he quickly learned.

Hearing the rummaging going on, he couldn't help but imagine what she was about to do next. All thoughts went out the window when he felt the cool sensation on his balls and around his cock, as she covered them in what felt like whipped cream. Standing up, she whispered softly in his ear once again.

"Remember, tonight you are mine to do with as I please. And what I'm about to do is your reward for all this overtime, my love."

Returning to her knees, she dipped the razor blade in the now steaming bowl of hot water and proceeded to gently shave his hair away. Slowly but surely she carried on shaving him from the waist down to his knees until her work was done and her manly office worker was now completely hairless as she dried him off with a towel from her bag.

"Much better," she said with a smile at the shocked expression on his face. He didn't seem upset about it; more as if he couldn't believe that she had just removed all of that hair in the middle of his office.

"You have no idea how much bigger you look now," she said, with a slight moan of longing.

"Is there anything this woman won't do?" he wondered silently to himself, trying to get used to the new sensation around his cock. He felt her hands running all over the areas she had just shaved, and realized how sensitive he'd become. If his cock had been wet before, it was completely soaked now.

Noticing his excitement, she realized she'd made the right decision in doing this for him. Gently, she guided him back to the chair so she could tidy up the things she had brought out. Once they were put away, she took off his blindfold so he could see what she had done, but kept it in her hand, knowing it would be put back on.

Instead of his eyes being drawn to his now shaven cock, his eyes sought out hers. Then, his eyes travelled down her body; he needed to look at her, needed to see what she had worn this time, wondering how he'd be able to get out of his bonds so he could undress her. He took in the sight of her low cut shirt, showing him more and more of her breasts as she leaned forward to him. He stole a glance at her backside, and saw the short skirt was barely covering her ass.

"You like what you see, I take it?" she said, breathless with how excited she was becoming under his stares. She loved when he made her feel sexy and desired.

"Of course I do. You're the sexiest woman I've ever known," he replied, knowing he could still take control of the evening if he wanted to. But he wasn't sure that he wanted to tonight. She was doing everything so right, he never wanted her to stop. He was completely in her control, and he loved not knowing what was going to happen next.

With those words, she suddenly pulled herself onto his lap, and began kissing him very aggressively. Her excitement had made her pussy very wet, and he could feel how excited she was. She had neglected to wear any underwear, and he moaned into her mouth as she gently rubbed herself against his rock hard cock.

"Can't I fuck you now?" he said, nearly insane with his desire to push his cock inside of her.

"Not yet. I get to do what I please with you tonight, remember? But I can promise that, by the end of the night, you will get to fuck me. More than once." As she whispered this sexy message into his ear, he moaned and felt his eyes get covered by the tie once more, and his world was plunged back into darkness. He felt her get up, and moving things around his office.

"Now what do you have in mind, my sexy woman?" he asked her, hoping to find out where she was by the sound of her voice. But she just ignored him, causing him to think up a hundred different scenarios in the space of thirty seconds.

While he sat, tied and blindfolded in the chair, she was quickly moving things about in his office to make the next step much easier. She put away all the papers he had been working with, turned off the computer, and pushed the desk back slightly. Afterward, she laid out a soft blanket she had brought. She left her bag nearby; there were a few items she still wanted. They would need a lot of room for what would happen next.

She returned to him, and instead of straddling his lap, she sat sideways on him, and leaned into his shoulder, gently kissing and biting his neck. He gasped at her mouth moving along him, stretching his neck back so she would be able to cover him with her mouth. He hoped she would move lower, but she seemed content to just kiss him slowly. His cock was aching so much, he thought he would cum the moment she touched it. But he couldn't deny that the feelings of pleasure that were now coursing his body were wonderful.

"Let's get a little more comfortable, my love," she said into his ear, while gently nibbling on the lobe.

"Now you're talking!" he responded, getting ready to jump up and do whatever she requested.

Instead of moving off his lap immediately, she adjusted herself so that her ass would graze his cock as she stood. He moaned loudly, knowing that his pre cum was on her ass now, one of his favourite parts of her body.

"God, that woman knows how to tease!" he thought, getting more excited than he thought was possible.

Moving around the back of the chair, she loosened his bonds only for a moment, so he would be able to stand without hurting himself by trying to lift them over the back of the chair. He knew she would stop if he didn't behave, so he didn't make a move to lift the blindfold off. It was these simple things that solidified their relationship.

Taking his hand, she guided him to the desk. She turned his body, stood behind him and told him to sit down on the floor. She used her hands to help guide him to the floor, and knelt behind him once he was sitting.

"You're doing a wonderful job of letting me be in control," she said, lovingly running her hands over his shoulders and down his arms.

He shivered at her hands running over his body, wanting more, but not wanting the sweet torture to end.

"I can't help it; you've got some sort of hold over me. Maybe it was your last visit," he teased good naturedly.

"Mmmm," she moaned, "my last visit was quite wonderful. I thought about it for days. Why do you think I'm here tonight?"

His mind was running through their last encounter, remembering every breath she took, every moan that escaped from her mouth, every movement she made against his body. He thought he was going to cum right there, just fantasizing about her. He didn't even notice her lowering his back to the floor.

She ran her fingers through his hair, while she reached into her bag for the handcuffs she'd hidden in there. Taking her hand from his hair, she attached one cuff to the desk, reached for his wrist, and snapped the cuff shut.

He jumped in surprise, but she held onto his other wrist in anticipation of his reaction. She quickly locked the cuff around his wrist and then attached it to the desk.

"Oh, my God," he breathed, knowing he had told her of this fantasy many months ago, always hoping for it to happen, and never daring to believe it would.

"Yes, my love. I told you that I was rewarding you for all the overtime you've worked." She smiled down at him, glad she could bring him this much pleasure.

Moving down, she knew he was going to need a release, or he'd never make it through the night. Although she had wanted to save this part until later, she felt that now would be as good a time as any to start fulfilling his dirty desires. She pulled off her open shirt and took off her bra and skirt. No sense in having clothes on for what would happen next.

Quickly straddling his hips, she took his cock in her hand, and rubbed it up and down, holding it against her wet pussy. His hips lifted slightly, and moaned when she lifted away from him. Pulling herself up onto her knees, she guided his cock back slightly, and held it against her wet hole. She let herself slide down onto his cock, sighing in pleasure as she felt his big cock fill her again.

"Oh, God, yes," he breathed as she slowly began moving up and down on his hard cock. With the shave she had given him, he could really feel every bit of her, and it was taking all of his concentration not to cum yet. He wanted to feel her around him for quite some time, since she had been teasing and torturing him all night.

Suddenly, she lifted herself off of him, and he gasped at the coolness of the office. It was a huge contrast to her hot pussy. But he wasn't left out in the cold for long. The next thing he felt was his cock disappearing into her hot mouth, her tongue rubbing against the underside of him. She went at an agonizingly slow pace, just enough to keep him hard and hot for her, but not nearly enough to let him cum. He tried thrusting his hips up toward her mouth, but she just pulled back with his thrusts.

Again, she let his cock slip free of her warmth, leaving him to shiver from the cold. She straddled his hips again, but instead of letting him slide into her, she leaned forward to reach into her bag and, at the same time, let her hard nipples graze his mouth. He felt it, and wrapped his lips around one of them, hearing her moan a little with pleasure.

From her bag, she took the two sets of anal beads and their favourite lube that she bought a few days before. They had used them before but, as always, the next company claimed these were better than the last. She figured she would treat him to a new set, as well as herself. He hadn't mentioned this in his fantasy, but she figured it would be a welcomed addition.

She slid back down his body, and knelt between his legs, and told him to bend his knees and put his feet on the floor. Unsure, but trusting, he did as she said. Before using the beads, she laid on the ground, and began kissing and teasing his ass with her lips and tongue. He moaned, and lifted himself a little to allow her mouth more access. She smiled, knowing how much he loved it, and how much he would love what would happen next.

First, she opened the bottle of lube, and spread a little on her finger. Once her finger was wet, she slid it straight into his ass, feeling him push back on her finger so it would go in further. She pumped it in and out, feeling his ass tighten up around her. She slipped it back out, added a little more lube, and repeated the process.

Once he was lubed up, she took the beads and coated them in the lube. Then, very gently, she began to slide them into his ass, one at a time. She glanced up at his face, and saw the look of pure lust. His cock was dripping pre-cum, and looked like it would explode as soon as she slid back onto him. As the beads began to get bigger, he started moaning, thrusting himself downward to push them in faster. She obliged him, and soon all the beads were inside his ass.

"Oh, my God, that feels so good. Come fuck me, please hon, I need it so badly," he moaned and begged her. She needed no further prompting to fuck him, and straddled his hips again, and slid him straight into her hot, wet pussy. She leaned forward and took off his blindfold so he could watch her ride his cock. She moved her hand down to her hot clit, and began rubbing it, moaning at how good his big cock felt inside her.

He began moaning, getting closer to cumming deep inside her, and she began riding him faster and harder. He moaned her name, telling her he was about to cum, and to not stop riding him. She reached behind her and held the ring of beads in her hand.

"Oh, yes....oh, fuck, I'm going to cum...." he began moaning and thrusting harder, and as she felt the first rush of cum, she steadily began pulling the beads out of his ass. He looked so sexy, she rubbed her clit and began cumming as well, her pussy contracting and adding to the incredible sensations he was feeling all around him.

As he began to come down from his high, he wondered what was next, if anything. He was hoping desperately that there would be, but he could never tell with his girl. It changed every time. Luckily, he found out, he was in for quite a bit more.

Once she stopped cumming, she climbed off his cock and began to slide the beads back into his ass. He felt them go back in, and it was amazing. She had never done that before. His cock began to harden again, and she took him completely into her mouth, cleaning him off.

"Bring your pussy over here, you know you want me to lick you and clean my cum out of you," he said, and she did. Badly. She moved into the 69 position, her pussy just inches above his mouth. Very slowly, she pushed herself down onto his mouth, and his tongue immediately disappeared inside her pussy, tasting not only her cum but his as well.

She knew this was part of the fantasy; to feel her push her cum filled pussy onto his mouth, so he could taste the two of them together. As she worked his cock up and down with both her hand and mouth, she felt his tongue probing and sliding in and out of her pussy. It felt so good, and she knew she would cum again soon if he kept it up.

She felt his tongue slide from inside her pussy up to her aching clit and being licking and teasing it with his tongue and lips. She pressed her hips down onto his mouth, wanting him to lick and suck harder on her sweet spot.

"Oh, my God, I'm going to cum..." she moaned as her body began to shudder. He moved his tongue rapidly across her clit, feeling her body shake above him. He loved watching her body move has she came, it made him incredibly hot for her.

She came back down from her high, he slipped his tongue back into her pussy, tasting her fresh juices and the last of his own cum from inside her. As she caught her breath, she began sliding her mouth back around his cock, which was still hard for her. He moaned at the sudden warmth of her mouth, desperately lifting his hips to get more of himself inside of her.

Very slowly, she lifted her body from his, and turned to face him. Reaching back into the bag, she retrieved the keys to the cuffs that held him in place, and released him. Before he had a chance to move, she whispered, "I've had my way with you. Now have your way with me."

He then noticed her set of anal beads laying on the blanket, and his blindfold just off to the side. Grabbing the blindfold, he tightened it around her eyes, and told her to move to the centre of the blanket, lie on her back and spread her legs for him. She did so and waited for whatever it was he wanted to do to her.

Gently, he kissed the inside of her knee, feeling her shiver at his touch. He kissed is way all the way up her thigh, onto her stomach, and back around down her other leg. She was moaning with desire, wishing he hadn't gone past her pussy. As she lay there, aching with desire, he took the lube and spread it across his fingers, and began teasing her ass with it. She felt the familiar gentle pushing of his fingers, and relaxed to let him in. Very quickly, he had two fingers in there, thrusting them in and out in time with her hips pushing back at him.

"Play with your nipples; I want to watch you touch yourself," he whispered. She really wished he'd said play with your clit, but she obliged him; teasing and pulling on her nipples, making her more and more wet for him. He watched her move under him, and knew it was time to slide those amazing beads into her ass. His were keeping his cock hard, and watching her move was certainly helping him stay hard. As he pulled his fingers from inside her, she sighed with frustration and dropped her hands. He told her not to stop playing with them, and her hands went back to work.

Taking the bottle of lube again, he coated her beads in them and pushed four inside all at once. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, and then begged for more. He pushed one more in, and then pulled it back out, slowly fucking her with the beads.

"You want more inside you? Beg for it," he said, enjoying the control he had over her pleasure. She was equally aware of his control over her, and it made her want it more.

"Oh, God, please put them all inside. I want you to fill my ass with those beads, and then fuck me. Please, put them in. I want to cum so badly, and I want to feel your hard cock inside me as I'm cumming. Please..."

Her could never resist her begging, and finally gave in. As he pushed the last bead inside of her, he also slid his cock into her soaked pussy, and whispered that she could rub her clit. She began rubbing it, and immediately began cumming all over him, screaming and begging him to fuck her faster. He reached under her and began fucking her with the largest bead, and her climax increased.

He pushed the bead all the way back inside of her, and slowed his pace as she began to relax underneath him. He could still feel her shaking slightly, after her very intense orgasm. Leaning down, he kissed her gently, bringing her back down to Earth, feeling her body begin to respond to him again. He took the blindfold off as well; if he wanted a positive answer to the next question, he was going to have to let her watch.




Overtime Ch. 02



"Oh, God, that felt good," she whispered in his ear, feeling him sliding in and out of her at a lazy pace. "You can pick up the pace a bit, if you want," she said with a smile.

He pulled himself up slightly, and began fucking her a little faster. As she began to thrust back at him, he sped up again, pushing himself against her as hard has he could, wondering if he should ask the question now.

Then he suddenly slowed, and whispered in her ear, "can I have your ass again?"

Her eyes lit up and she nodded. He pulled out of her slowly, and asked her to get onto her hands and knees. Once she had moved, he started playing with the beads again, fucking her gently with the biggest one. She moaned and told him not to stop, and began teasing her clit again.

"Don't you want my cock inside of you?" he asked, stroking it back and forth.

"Yes, fuck my ass baby," she moaned. She gasped at the feeling of her ass being emptied of the beads, and then at the feeling of the cold lube that he dropped onto her hole. His fingers then began to spread it inside of her, and she felt like she was getting fucked by the beads again. Then, his fingers were gone again, and were replaced by his lubed cock. Very slowly and gently, he pushed his cockhead in. Once he was in, they both sighed with desire.

After adding a little more lube, he pushed about half his length in, and pulled back out so his head was left inside her. Then he pushed all the way back in, burying his length into her tightest hole.

"Oh, God, this feels even better than last time," he breathed into her ear. He reached down and began playing with her nipples as she rubbed and fingered her clit and pussy. He pushed in and out of her at a slow pace, not wanting to climax too quickly, enjoying the feeling of how tight her ass gripped him on every stroke.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned, sliding two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. He pulled himself up from her, grabbed onto her hips and began fucking her harder, and faster.

"Yes, oh God, yes. Just like that baby. Fuck me like that," she moaned over and over, feeling his cock fill her tight ass. He slowed slightly, and said, "can I fuck you in a different way now?"

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, breathless with how close she was to cumming again.

"I want to look at your face while I fuck your sweet ass," he said. Very slowly, he pulled himself from her ass. As she began to move, and idea took hold.

"I'm going to lie on that desk, and you can fuck my ass on it," she said, and he quickly nodded in agreement. She sat down on the desk, and leaned back, spreading her legs at the same time.

"What are you waiting for? Come fuck me. Now," she demanded, her fingers already going back to work on her pussy.

He needed no further prompting and lined himself up with her ass, and pushed himself inside with one stroke. He grabbed onto her legs, and forced them around his waist, while he leaned in to kiss her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he moaned, desperate to cum inside her.

"Cum in my ass then, baby, cum hard," she moaned into his ear, pushing her ass against him faster.

"Oh, my God, I'm cumming hon, I'm cumming..." he gasped out.

Still rubbing her clit, she reached behind him and pulled the beads out of his ass in one steady motion. His body shook even harder and he moaned out her name, begging her to keep fucking his cock while he came inside her. Hearing this, she began to cum, feeling her ass tighten up around his cock as his cock swelled inside of her repeatedly.

Finally, they both began to relax, and he gently picked her up off the desk, and laid her out on the blanket. She told him there was another blanket in her bag, and threw it over top of both of them.

"Good thing it's Friday, or someone would see quite a mess in this office," he joked.

"Shh," she said, "let's go to sleep. I have another surprise for you tomorrow."

And with a kiss, and a sigh, they both thought, "overtime will never be the same," and fell asleep in the middle of his office.

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Overtime Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Kunis in Soho

Viola and Patrick were standing on line in a Starbucks. The relationship that started between them months ago was now a friendship. They hadn't been physical in over a month but it didn't seem to bother either one of them. Patrick would flirt with her in the office and when no one was paying attention and he'd always find a way to grab Viola's ass. Viola no longer protested any of Patrick's advances; she would just blush and smile at him. The better they got along the better they worked together and the firm definitely noticed.

"Cake pop?" Patrick suggested looking at the pastries on display.

"I'm not interested in popping anything into my mouth besides coffee." Viola replied.

"Really, so there's nothing else that you'd like to pop in your mouth?" Patrick smiled.

Viola looked at him and returned the smile. When she turned away she could feel his eyes on her. Patrick was roaming his eyes all over Viola. She had on snug-fitting gray slacks and a low-cut black blouse on, her hair was pulled back into a bun and she wore 3-inch heels today, making her 5 foot 2 inches; Patrick was turned on by her professional look.

"Maybe you would like to pop something into my mouth." She said to Patrick while turning towards the cashier. "2 double tall vanilla lattes, please." She ordered. Patrick paid and they moved over to wait for their drinks.

Patrick leaned over and whispered "It's been a while since I've fucked that cute little asshole of yours."

Viola nodded in agreement.

"Maybe we can go to the bathroom real quick so I can see if it's still my tight chocolate butthole. Is it still my butthole?"

Viola Jean raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Mr. Slater, it is yours, if you want it to be. No one has or ever will fuck my ass but you."

Patrick patted her butt softly. He gazed into Viola's eyes until someone else had caught his attention; Mila Kunis strolled into the store. Viola noticed the change in Patrick's gaze and turned around to see who had caught his attention.

"Oh my God, that's Mila Kunis!" Viola tried her best to whisper so that attention would not be drawn to the actress.

Patrick and Viola stood at the end of the counter waiting for their drinks and watched as Mila placed her order and then walked towards them to wait for her drink. Viola smiled and Mila returned the smile.

"Hello Ms. Kunis. You're so pretty in person." Viola managed to say to her.

Mila smiled more. "Thank you." She extended her hand out and Viola met hers and they shook hands.

"My name's Viola and this is my boss Patrick Slater, he's quite a fan of yours." Viola announced smiling at Patrick.

Mila raised an eyebrow, looked at Patrick, and smiled "Really?"

Patrick blushed shyly and nodded. "Yes, I'd like to buy you a cake pop or dinner perhaps?"

Mila flashed Patrick a smile that spread across her face as her eyes twinkled. "Sure, how about we double date? You, me, and I'll bring a guy for your adorable assistant."

"Oh, that's sweet of you but you guys go have fun, besides I'm married."

Mila smiled "We can all have fun. Either you come with your hubster or I'll bring someone to hang with you but I rarely get to hang out with a group of people and have group fun so I'd appreciate it if you join us." Mila's eyes seemed to be pleading. 

Viola couldn't resist, she glanced over at Patrick who nodded and smiled at her. "Sure. Why not? You bring someone for me but make sure he knows I'm married and not interested." She conceded.

They arranged a time to meet that evening at the Soho Grand and find a close restaurant nearby. Patrick and Viola watched Mila as she left Starbucks. 

"She's so hot, I'd like to fuck her in the ass while she eats your pussy." Patrick whispered to Viola. Viola's eyes popped open at the thought. Patrick slid his hand to Viola's plump ass and gave it a squeeze. 

Viola sat in the lobby of the Soho Grand, she was the first to arrive. She wore tight denim capri pants with sneakers and a tight fitted pink tank top. She had her thick black hair down and straight. She watched the main entrance waiting for Patrick or Mila to show up. 10 Minutes later Patrick walked into the lobby; Viola had never seen him so casual. Patrick wore a regular t shirt and regular khaki shorts with sneakers, covering his eyes were simple black framed sunglasses he looked like a typical college frat boy. When he noticed Viola, a small grin appeared on his face. 

Viola smiled as her boss walked towards her. "Mr. Slater, you look handsome and casual this evening."

"Thank you Mrs. Ramsden. You look adorable as always, stand up and let me see how your tight little ass looks in those jeans."

Viola was about to stand up when she noticed a bellhop running towards them.

"Excuse me but are the two of you waiting for Ms. Kunis?"

Patrick nodded at the young man who was probably shared the same age as him.

"She wants y'all to come to her room upstairs."

The bellhop led Viola and Patrick to the elevator and up to Mila's room. He knocked on the door for them and stood as if waiting for a tip. Patrick dug into his pocket and pulled out a 20 for the young man and handed it to him. The bellhop left them just as the door opened. Mila greeted the couple with her famous smile; her long wavy dark hair was pulled into a ponytail, she wore cotton shorts and a loose fitting but clingy camisole. Patrick gave Mila a once over, he could make out the gentle curve of her breasts. 

"Welcome and come in." Mila smiled as she moved to the side for them to enter her suite. 

Viola Jean looked around in amazement. "This place is beautiful. May I ask why you are here? I thought you had an apartment in the city."

"My place is being fumigated and I have a relationship sort of with this hotel so I figure I'll stay here for a few days. Sorry Viola but the guy that was supposed to join us flaked." She walked over to a mini bar and prepared a drink. Patrick wandered to the couch and turned on the television.

"Oh ok that's cool. Y'all have a good time and I'll head home."

"No don't go! Please stay, three's company." Mila insisted as she joined Patrick on the couch. Viola Jean didn't even look at Patrick this time. She sat in the side chair and looked straight at the television. 

"So where are we gonna go eat?" Patrick asked.

"Well I don't really know why we don't just hang out here if I can get friends to come over maybe we'll have a little party." Mila turned her attention to Viola. "So Viola, are you one of those assistants that fuck her boss?" Viola's face froze in shock, Patrick laughed. "It's okay with me but I just wanted to confirm my suspicions."

Viola looked at Patrick. Patrick glanced at Viola and turned his attention to Mila.

"We've never fucked, there is just a lot of sexual tension between us." Patrick lied.

Mila looked at Patrick from the corner of her eyes smirking. She could tell that there was definitely a secret between them. Viola stayed silent and tried her best to watch whatever was on television. Patrick changed the subject and began to have small talk with Mila. He had traveled just as much as she has and to some of the same places. Viola Jean started to feel a bit left out and jealous that they were conversing so easily. She got up and prepared herself to leave. 

As she headed to the door Mila called for her. "Where are you going Viola? Are we not entertaining enough for you? Come back I'll make you a drink."

Viola stood by the door. "You two seem to be hitting it off and I wanted to leave y'all alone."

Mila giggled as she headed to the minibar. "Alone? To do what? Don't be silly, there's nothing I want to do with your boss that would require you leaving." Mila mixed Viola Jean a drink and walked it over to her. "Come back, it's early and we haven't eaten. I know you feel like the third wheel but hey you need 3 wheels for a tricycle right?"

Viola Jean took the drink and smiled at Mila's kind words. As she sipped it, it seemed to burn the throat at first but then started to warm her up.

"What is this?"

"Oh it's a drink they make back home overseas. There's no name, it's just a mixture of different types of alcohol. You like it? It's relaxing huh?"

Viola nodded and continued to drink it. The girls joined Patrick on the couch, one sitting on each side of him. Mila watched Viola from the corner of her eye as the chocolate-skinned beauty was downing the remainder of her beverage. She could see that the concoction she made was taking over. 

"Patrick, isn't Viola just gorgeous?" she asked suddenly with a Cheshire Cat grin.

Patrick looked at his assistant up and down and smiled "Yeah she's pretty hot."

Mila shook her head "No she's more than hot. Look at her skin! It's like looking at warm milk chocolate and those matching brown eyes." Viola blushed. "Why don't you sit on Patrick's lap?" Mila suggested.

Viola, confused, positioned herself onto Patrick's lap. Patrick rested his right hand on her knee, Mila placed her hand on top of his. She locked eyes with Viola and smiled. Before anyone could say anything Mila moved in and kissed Viola on the lips. Mila's tongue slipped between Viola's parted lips. Patrick sat and watched the two women make out in front of him. Viola was causing friction against his bulging and almost painful erection as she sat on Patrick's lap while attacking Mila's sweet mouth. Viola Jean kissed Mila on her cheek then her chin and along her neck. Mila tossed her head back in pleasure and made eye contact with Patrick. Viola's face was nestled in Mila's neck, kissing and nibbling her flesh. Viola trailed her tongue along Mila's collarbone; she smelled like strawberries and tasted just as sweet. She knew Patrick was there but didn't care. Her body was on fire. 

"Let's leave your boss out here for a while and go into the bedroom" Mila purred as Viola Jean placed tiny kisses around her neck. Mila rose from the couch, took Viola Jean's hand, and gently pulled her off of Patrick's lap. "Be a good boy and wait about 15 minutes before interrupting us. Ok Patrick?" 

Patrick was awe struck as he watched the famous actress lead his black secretary to the bedroom. Viola Jean groped Mila from behind while following her. Once in the bedroom Mila became more aggressive; she pressed her body against hers and began sucking on her lips.

"I've never been with a female before." Viola confessed once Mila's mouth separated from hers.

Mila kissed Viola hard and moved her to the bed. Viola lay on her back, Mila unzipped her pants and pulled them off of her. She moved on top of Viola and kissed her again; her hands sipped under Viola's tank top to caress her breasts. The girls rolled around on the bed like horny teenagers. Groping and pawing at each other, moaning in ecstasy. 

The sounds coming from the bedroom was too much for Patrick. With the bedroom door left ajar he decided to peek in on them. Hand on his cock, he watched the lovely ladies enjoy themselves passionately kissing and embracing each other. He heard the familiar sound of Viola Jean in pleasure, her legs were wrapped around Mila's waist and Patrick could see her humping at Mila. Pulling his dick out he began to stroke it as Viola pulled at Mila's jeans, helping her wiggle out of them. Mila got off of Viola Jean and took off her panties quickly. Patrick smiled while Viola started to take off her own panties as well. Mila stopped her with a kiss and removed the chocolate beauty's panties. Patrick jerked himself slowly, anticipating what was coming next. Mila positioned Viola intertwining her legs. At first Mila's wet pussy was pressed against Viola Jeans thigh, then she angled Viola so that her damp slit pressed against Viola's. Slowly, she rubbed herself against Viola Jean. Viola moaned as she felt Mila's wetness glide over hers. Their clits bumped; Viola's body was on fire as Mila slowly tribbed her. 

Patrick walked into the room. "I don't like the idea of you seducing my secretary."

Mila didn't stop humping Viola, she just glanced over at Patrick as he stood bed side. "I'm not seducing her, I'm fucking her! There's a big difference."

Patrick smiled looking down at Viola's sweet face overwhelmed with pleasure. "Yes, there definitely is a difference. You seem to be doing a good job of it too. I'm actually a bit jealous of you both."

Viola reached up and gently kneaded Mila's breast. She lightly grazed her pink nipple with her index finger. Viola continued to massage the warm soft flesh while trying to meet Mila's thrusts. Patrick reached down at Viola and stroked her cheek.

"You should fuck her after I make her cum." Mila insisted.

Viola moaned at the idea. She removed her hand from Mila's breast and reached towards Patrick's pants. Patrick took the hint and started removing his clothing. His hard-on was free from the zipper of his jeans and he stroked himself while the ladies continued to trib. Patrick could see Viola was close to cumming when her eyes rolled in the back of her head, Mila's movements seemed so fluid. The sounds of their warm wet mounds kissing as they slid against each other filled the air along with the feminine moans. Mila looked down at the black beauty and bit her own lip as she began fucking Viola harder, smacking and pounding her pussy. 

Every movement made both women feel as if they were about to burst. Patrick was hypnotized watching Mila's ass move back and forth and roll around pleasuring Viola. He wanted to join them badly but didn't want to interrupt the beautiful sight. Viola began to cum hard; she sat up and embraced Mila, their pussies pressed, breasts and mouths pressed together. Viola ran her fingers through Mila's hair; legs intertwined, they grinded against each other. Their tongues entered each other's mouths, finding one another, moaning from the pleasure coming from their hot wet sensitive mounds. 

Mila broke the kiss "Oh my God Viola!" she screamed as she came. Viola continued to grind against her the way Mila did to her; Mila's moans became animalistic. The two females were locked in a tight embrace as they came down from their orgasmic high. 

Patrick watched as his secretary placed kisses on the actress' face they cuddled each other smiling. "Ahem, I hate to interrupt this heavenly display of female fornication but I'd like to be pleasured also."

Mila and Viola were dazed, staring into each other's eyes smiling and paying no attention to Patrick's statement.

Viola kissed Mila sweetly on the lips. "I've never been with a female before. I've been curious but never thought I'd ever get the chance."

Mila smiled. "I must admit that I did put a little 'extra something' in your drink to relax you and make you more willing."

"I figured that much because I didn't feel drunk, I felt high but I felt good too."

The bed shook a bit as Patrick joined them.

"I think your boss is feeling left out." Mila said as she gently untangled herself from Viola.

Viola nodded in agreement, got up, and knelt on the bed facing Patrick. She pulled him towards her and pressed her lips against his. Attacking his mouth she captured his bottom lip between her teeth and gently bit him, making him smile. Viola's kissing was interrupted feeling Mila's mouth placing kisses on her back, her hands sliding along her body stroking her every curve. Viola's hand drifted to Mila's body but was quickly removed by Mila and placed back onto Patrick.

"Guess you should focus on me." Patrick said. He ran his hands through her thick hair and pulled her to him until their lips met. His tongue swept inside her mouth as he sucked her top lip. Viola pulled back a bit knowing Patrick enjoyed the game of cat and mouse when kissing her. He captured her mouth again, she tasted sweet like the drink she consumed. Viola giggled, as they kissed Mila had squeezed her way underneath her and was now kissing her inner thighs. Patrick stopped kissing Viola and looked down to see Mila's eyes staring back at him.

Mila smiled "You know you guys look really cute together." Patrick smiled and nodded his head as he watched the actress lift her head and kissed the silken folds of Viola's moist pussy. He looked at Viola's face as Mila continued her kissing; each time she kissed her longer and longer letting her mouth linger against her throbbing snatch, he smiled. Her eyes were half closed in a dreamlike state, her mouth slightly ajar, and her full lips forming a small o. 

"Do you like it?" Patrick asked cupping Viola's breasts and massaging her nipples lightly with his thumbs. Viola nodded. Mila pressed her mouth against Viola one last time and then slid her tongue deep into her pussy. Her lips sucking on her clit, her tongue sweeping the inside of her slippery womanhood and her hands firmly grasping Viola's tight round ass. Viola humped her mouth gently, her hips rocked slowly back and forth as she rode Mila's expert tongue. Viola's nipples became taunt buds against Patrick's thumbs. The girls changed their position. Viola Jean laid on her back while Patrick straddled her face and fucked her mouth and Mila buried her face between Viola's sweet snatch. Mila's tongue teased and circled Viola's clit; Viola wanted to grab Mila and fuck her face but could only reach Patrick's toned ass and pushed him deeper into her mouth. Her moans vibrated along his shaft as she felt Mila's tongue take long licks tasting Viola from her ass to her clit. She was able to snake her hands between Patrick's legs to play with Viola's taunt nipples. Her hands kneaded her chocolate-coated breasts, pinching at her tight nubs; Viola groaned at Mila's manipulation of her body. She held off her orgasm trying her best to concentrate on sucking Patrick's delicious cock into her mouth, her tongue encircled his shaft squeezing his dick against the roof of her mouth. Patrick managed to look down at the petite beauty, Viola locked eyes with him as he fucked her tiny mouth. He quickly broke eye contact, not wanting to explode into her mouth just yet. He angled his head to catch the sight of Mila's face buried in Viola's thighs and feasting on her like a delectable dish. 

Mila lifted her head up from Viola she smiled at Patrick as she licked her lips "Mmmmm she is delicious." 

Patrick raised an eyebrow and smirked as his secretary's tongue lapped at his balls. Mila slid two fingers deep inside Viola and maintained eye contact with Patrick as she finger-fucked the petite chocolate girl. She removed her hand, her fingers slick with Viola's juice, and offered them to Patrick's mouth. He sucked them into his mouth; he wasn't big on eating pussy but didn't hesitate to suck Viola's juices off Mila's fingers. She was delicious, mild and sweet, He could feel Viola lips kiss his finely haired firm nutsack, she tickled his testes with her tongue. Mila watched his face for a reaction as he licked her fingers clean and smiled. "She tastes so good Patrick you should try her. You know you want to. Let her sit on your face while I sit on your dick." Those words cut through Patrick like a knife. As soon as Viola took him back into her mouth he grabbed her head shoved his cock deep down her throat and exploded. 

"Shit!" exclaimed Patrick.

Viola gagged and eyes watered as strands of cum shot past her tongue. Viola felt his grip on her head soften and pulled away from him coughing. Mila swiftly moved towards her and covered Viola's mouth with hers. She breathed air into her lungs as her tongue swept through Viola's mouth searching for traces of Patrick's cum. Viola could taste her own juices from Mila's mouth. She couldn't believe how good her own pussy tasted. The two girls fed from each other's mouths as Patrick watched while recovering from his orgasm. He stroked himself as the girls played tonsil hockey right in front of him. The scene before him brought back another erection. Viola broke the kiss between herself and Mila when she noticed out of the corner of her eye Patrick was ready to go again. Mila motioned him to lie down and he obliged. Viola straddled Patrick's face, her pussy hovering inches away from his mouth. She was motionless as she watched Mila leave the room and then return with a little bottle. "What do you have there?" 




Overtime Ch. 02



Mila smiled "Just a nice surprise for your boss." she winked. 

Viola watched as Mila squeezed liquid out of the bottle into the palm of her hand and stroked Patrick's dick covering it with the liquid. "Lube huh? What does he need to be lubed up for?" asked Viola.

Patrick moaned as Mila's tiny hand stroked up and down. He grabbed Viola's hips and pulled her down on top of his face. He buried his face into her pussy sucking her clit. 

"Patrick!" she gasped as his tongue slipped deep inside of her moist slit. 

She could fell the tip of his nose graze the crack of her ass. His warm rough hands rubbed along her thighs; Viola tossed her head back as it swam in pleasure. Mila straddled Patrick's lubed cock and aimed it for her tight puckered hole. Viola caught a glimpse of the young starlet pushing Patrick's cock into her asshole, her eyes widened when she felt Patrick sliding his finger up her own . Patrick's cock penetrated Mila's asshole as she slowly descended on top it. She grunted as she felt Patrick thrust upwards pushing his way through her rectum. Viola became mesmerized as she watched Mila's round creamy ass slowly ride Patrick's cock. Her hips kept a steady pace, rolling back and forth, and then Mila plunged two fingers into her throbbing pussy.

"Oh, Viola! He feels fantastic!" She called out.

Viola knew how good her bosses cock felt in her ass but was too focused on his tongue flicking at her sensitive little nub, his lips kissing her labia. Patrick sucked on Viola, her nectar sliding along his tongue and down his throat, he couldn't seem to satisfy his thirst for her pussy juice. Mila cocked her head back to see Viola receiving a vigorous tongue lashing from Patrick. The petite ebony's nipples were tight beads sitting atop of her soft chocolate jiggling breasts. Viola arched her back, Mila could see the secretary was close to exploding all over Patrick's face, she herself was enjoying the sensation of Patrick's hard dick sliding in and out of her asshole while she finger fucked herself. Mila slowly turned herself around, making sure Patrick's cock stayed in her ass. She reached out and massaged Viola's aching breasts. 

The impeding orgasm ripped through Viola's body causing her to cry out. "Patrick!" 

Wetness flowed from her, covering his face; she grabbed Mila for balance as her orgasm subsided and she slowly peeled herself away from Patrick's lapping tongue. Patrick watched Viola's butt moved away from his face. She straddled his abdomen and helped Mila ride his cock. The girls were back to kissing and fondling one another as Mila grinded her ass on Patrick. He couldn't hold on anymore he released himself into her rectum. His cock spasmed against her sphincter as it shot a huge stream of cum into her bowels. Mila's hand was replaced with Viola's; Viola flicked Mila's clit and drew circles all over her sopping cunt. Mila exploded, cumming hard against Viola's hand and riding Patrick as if she would break his dick off. Her whole body went into a spasm, Patrick could feel Mila's anus tightening around his cock. Mila collapsed into Viola's arms with a sigh as Patrick's dick slid out of her ass. The three cuddled under the sheets quietly for a few minutes. Viola was sandwiched between Mila and Patrick. She ran her fingers through Mila's hair and giggled as Patrick kissed the back of her neck and shoulders.

Mila exhaled with satisfaction. "You two are something else." she watched Patrick nibble the back of Viola's ear and smiled. "Y'all can have the room for as long as you like, I gotta head out."

She climbed out of bed, freshened up, and by the time she finished getting dressed Patrick was asleep nuzzled in Viola's neck while Viola lay awake watching Mila. The girls smiled at each other exchanging a non-verbal 'Thanks for a great time!' as Mila left the room. 



Overtime Ch. 02



I knew after the meeting I had with Frank that there were going to be repercussions, following the photographs taken by the security officer of Tim fucking me after hours in the reception area. 

I soon realised that the guys in the office were looking at me differently. I learnt that somehow the agenda for the upcoming directors meeting had been updated with an item that simply said Karen Smith. The rumour mill started, may be I was to be promoted, or demoted? 

The speculation was rife, but I knew what it was about. 

I spoke to Andy, my husband about it. He told me that it was my decision about how I handled the rumours and the eventual Directors meeting. 

Andy and I had been married for four years , he was a year older than me. When we got together he was more experienced in relationships than I was, actually I was a virgin, and inexperienced in personal relationships. I had devoted my youth to learning to be a Ballet Dancer and never really had time for a boyfriend. I met Andy through Sandy, one of the other girls in the Ballet company I was with. Her boyfriend was Andys' best friend.

I had stayed in Andys' flat a couple of times along with my friend Sandy to avoid having to go back to the lodgings that the company occupied. We got on incredibly well and talked about pretty much any subject. 

He always treated me with respect and I could see he was getting more and more attracted to me, as I was to him. He knew that I was a virgin, and he never tried to push his luck. It was getting to the point where I was wishing he would. 

The flat was the first floor of an Old Victorian house the family who owned it had originally converted it for their son to live in when he got married. The layout of the flat meant that the lounge where I was sleeping on a sofa-bed was next to his bedroom. 

After an evening when he had finally kissed me I made my way into his bedroom, wearing only a tee-shirt nightie. The nightie did not last long. 

It was not a new one fortunately as in his eagerness to uncover my virgin body as it was being difficult to get of he simply ripped it in half , exposing my naked body lying on his bed.

It was the first time I had ever seen an erect penis. I had seen a couple of the guys in the company when they were changing, but they were occasionally partially aroused but nothing like this. 

Andy knelt on the bed and looked at me. I could see the lust in his eyes as he admired me. My nipples were standing up and my small outer cunt lips were distended and pulled apart. I could smell how aroused I was. 

I had some trepidation, but I had decided that I really wanted to do this. My main worry was how such a big thing was going to fit into by tight little hole. In reality Andy has a slightly above average sized cock but to a first timer like me it looked bloody enormous. 

I knew that almost certainly my hymen would not be intact. All of the physical exercise I had undergone in training had put paid to that. 

Andy ran his hands up my thighs, stroking me gently, he leaned down and kissed me, our tongues meeting as I nibbled on his. By now I could feel his cock rubbing against my erect clitoris. I loved to play with it myself but this felt even better. I knew that I needed him. I started to hump on his thigh and I could feel I was making him wet with the flow of my juices.

He knelt up again and I pulled my legs apart holding my thighs with my hands, in the classic submissive pose. "Fuck me please Andy!" I said. He needed no further encouragement. He gently pushed his rock hard cock into me. It filled me totally as he eased in and out, going deeper each time, until I could feel the tip of his cock touch me cervix. That was the most incredibly erotic and stimulating feeling I had ever had. 

I could feel the build up of an orgasm emanating from the pressure on my mons and the friction on my clit, and I knew from the gradual increase in speed that Andy was building up to a climax. 

I had never seen let alone feel a mans' ejaculation. I felt his cock begin to get even harder as it suddenly started pulsing as he shot his seed up in to me. I felt so wanted and desirable as my orgasm exploded inside me. I had been incredibly lucky. My first time was wonderful with a great guy and I knew that I was going to really enjoy sex. 

That night we slept together for the first time, with his cock erect inside me. I was his forever.

It became clear soon after we were married that Andy enjoyed me flirting with other guys and had a thing about me catching up in terms of sexual experience. 

At first I had misgivings about it, I could not understand why he felt this way . I was worried it was because he did not love me. 

He had come from a difficult family back ground and had recently had a close relationship which had gone sour when she started cheating on him. 

These factors, and it has taken years for him to work it out, led him to several conclusions. The first was that he felt if I was allowed to do as I wished physically then I would never feel the need to go behind his back. That provided it remained a physical act that he knew about then there was little or no risk of any emotional involvement. He never quite understood why but he found the whole thing very arousing and still does. 

When he explained it to me clearly, I decided I would play catch up. I also found the idea of exploring my sexuality to its fullest very arousing. Flirting has always turned me on. 

That is how I arrived in the situation I now found myself. 

I was not over worried about the directors meeting that was coming up as I was familiar with most of the board. 

When I was called into the board room I was surprised to find the M.D. and only two other directors there. It seemed that the rest of the board had been dismissed as it was deemed to be an internal discipline matter that would be dealt with summarily and in private.

The three men looked at me. I could see that they had the famous photos in front of them. 

Simon the MD spoke. "Karen, we have seen the photos, and talked to Frank about the matter. Normally your behaviour be sufficient cause for dismissal as gross misconduct. However considering your normally excellent performance we have decided that if you accept this disciplinary hearings decision we will forgo the dismissal. Do you accept this decision?"

I knew Simon had a thing for me and that he had saved my job. I also knew that there would be a price to pay. 

"OK, what do I have to do, what is my punishment?" I enquired. 

"What normally happens to naughty girls?" he replied. 

I could see where this was going. I was totally at their mercy. They were going to get me to choose the punishment. "Naughty girls get spanked," I replied and then just for good measure I added, as I was sure I was expected to, "then they get fucked."

It was by now 5.30 p.m. on a Friday afternoon. Simon looked at his watch. 

"It seems too me that this is probably the best time to deal with this. There are very few people in the office and by the time you have been dealt with they will most probably be gone so they wont be there to see you leave and notice if you are walking strangely."

"Karen. STRIP! He ordered. 

I stood there trembling with anticipation. I slowly undid the buttons down the front of my blouse. They watched as I pulled it loose from my skirt and undid the buttons on the sleeves before pushing it off my shoulders, folding it and putting on the chair next to me.

I started to undo the belt around my skirt. "No, the bra next, we want to see you topless first." He ordered. 

I reached behind me and unclipped the catch on my glossy bra. I knew this had been likely to happen and had worn my best underwear. I lowered the bra from my shoulders revealing my pert 34 A breasts. My nipples were standing to attention like small ripe cherries. 

I looked at them ogling me, and the familiar sensations of anticipation began to take hold. 

"Do a turn, let us see those gorgeous nipples in profile." He said. I did as he said and turned profile on to the three directors. I turned back to look at them. They were all three adjusting their dress surreptitiously. 

"Now the rest and take your time whilst you think about what comes next," he was determined to get the most out of this.

I finished undoing the black skirt and after it slipped to the floor, picked it up and placed it with my blouse and bra. I then removed my shoes and tights so I was naked apart from my panties. 

"Leave the panties for the moment, we don't want you leaking every where. I will ask Jon to remove them when we are ready." Jon, the Admin. Director looked as though he was looking forward to the task. 

"Will your husband be waiting for you at home?" asked Simon. "Yes," I replied. "I would normally arrive about now." 

"Bring me the telephone and dial your number." he ordered. This was not what I expected, but I did as I was told. As the phone started ringing, he put it onto loudspeaker so we could all here the conversation. 

Andy answered the phone. "Andy Smith, how can I help you." Andy was a sales rep and was still in full sales mode. 

"Andy, this is Simon Miller here, MD at Kane insurance. As you may know Karen was caught, having sex in the office one evening recently. Normally this would be cause for dismissal but at a disciplinary meeting in progress at present she has been given the opportunity to accept other measures, which she has agreed to. Are you in agreement? He asked. 

"Yes I am aware of what occurred. I am quite happy for you to discipline her. Is she there at the moment? Andy replied. 

"She is currently standing in front of us naked apart from panties. She has informed us that she should be spanked and then fucked."

"OK that sounds like my Karen." He laughed, cheeky sod."Karen make sure you do exactly as you are ordered. I want you to come directly home after your punishment without stopping to clean up. I have something special planned for you." 

Good grief, I thought as Simon hung up the phone, I'm gong to be sore before this evening is over.

"I want you to come over here, bend over the table and put you hands out in front of you. For the moment keep your legs closed." I walked to the table and pressed my breasts onto the cool mahogany desk. 

"Jon remove her panties, please." He instructed. Jon came around the table. I could see he was already stiff. He stood behind me, pulled on either side and pushed them to the floor. As they came down I could feel the wetness chilling on my thighs. He bent down to pick up the panties and as he did so he looked at my gaping cunt and the wet pinkness, scenting my aroma. 

"I think you could say she is ready for her punishment." He observed. 

"Remove your ties gentlemen." Simon said removing his as he spoke . 

I knew what this meant, it was going to be a full on spanking. 

"Spread you legs Karen," he ordered. As I complied he took each ankle and secured it to a table leg. 

Jon and the other director Mike took their places in front of me, each taking a wrist. 

Simon stood behind me. He caressed my now streaming cunt. I was about ready to cum . He then started to spank me. He never hit me very hard but it was the constant repetitive tattoo he beat on by bottom, alternating from cheek to cheek that had me writhing. I was mesmerised by the sensation that coursed through me.

Then he started pausing and playing with my stiff little clit. He played me like a violin, he was a master of control. He knew from the reactions and clenching of my cunt exactly when I was about to come. I had no control over my movements at all and he profited from the control he had over my body. Finally with the alternation of sensations on my bottom and clit the inevitable happened. I orgasmed violently. My entire body clenched in one almighty ecstatic moment. I almost passed out with its intensity.  

I slumped down onto the table as I came down from my release. I think they were worried I had passed out. They released my ankles and I lay on my back on the table, by now no longer embarrasses to be totally exposed with my legs wide open. They had mastered me and as far as I was concerned they could do as they wished. I was theirs for the taking.

Simon as the alpha male of the group was the first. He stripped off to reveal a buff well tanned body, sporting a massive erection. I would say judging by Andys' cock that it was probably nine inches long, and almost as thick as my wrist. I knew it was fortunate that he had toyed with me so cleverly other wise I would never have been able to take him. 

He was obviously aware of his physique and how to be careful enough when mounting me to not inflict any pain as he thrust gently into me. He knew by making me comfortable that I would get as much enjoyment from the experience as he did. 

He set up a steady rhythm of pushing his cock in, almost withdrawing it and just at that point slipping in even further, until finally stretching me to my limit. I loved the rhythm. He was excellent at having sex. When he spanked me he had detected the right beat to get my body to resonate and he used that knowledge to get the very best out of using me. 

I responded automatically to his gentle but strong treatment thrusting back up at him as he mastered my body. The other two directors watched in fascination at the master class in love making that was taking place in front of them. They had by now exposed their cocks in anticipation of having me. They watched me, a young lithe woman being taken in front of them by this powerful attractive young executive, used to getting his own way in everything he was totally at ease with the way I was performing for him on the end of his cock. 

I started to cum he kept going. He seemed unstoppable as I started to climb onto a plateau for my next orgasm. I had never had multiple orgasms before. I did there and then. As I came for the second time on his beautiful cock he spurted his seed up in to my open cervix. 

I knew then that if he wanted to have me again I would not be able to resist. It was not an emotional bond. It was just the response of my trained body to some one who had mastered the dance of sex. 

By this time I had been played with and fucked for an hour. Frankly I was worn out. I don't think I could have gone another two rounds with John and Mike. I think they had been intimidated by Simon's performance. Their presence served to make my experience more intense, it satisfied my need to be exhibited and to submit in front of an audience. 

Simon again took control. "Karen, go and sit in that chair. I want you to place a leg on each arm." He pointed to a leather chair in the corner of the boardroom. I made my way across to the chair. The combined juices from our sex was running out of me. I felt very wanton. 

I sat as instructed in the chair. I am sure that Simon had detected the turn on it was for me to be humiliated. It was as though he could see all of my fantasies clearly. 

"You will now take Jon and Mike in each hand and masturbate them until they ejaculate. When they do you will let pump there semen onto you open cunt. You will then put your panties back on. You will then get dressed and go straight home." He passed my still wet panties to me. 

I had the guys stand either side of me and relished the feeling of being the object of their desire. I slowly pumped their stiff cocks, they were nice guys and I liked their cocks, but they could never have followed Simons' performance. It did not take long before John was ready, I slowed down on him and concentrated on Mike until they were both ready. I was determined to have them both come at the same time. Just at that moment they each slipped a finger up in to my openness. As their thick cream erupted over my cunt I once again came. Not a massive one but a nice gentle cosy one. 

I stood up holding my self closed and slipped on my panties. I knew I looked a mess without needing a mirror. I put on the rest of my clothes. I had been instructed what to do. I kissed each of the three guys on the cheek and left the room.



Overtime Ch. 02



This is Part 2 of the Overtime story. Part 1 can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/overtime-22

This will be my third story submission and many thanks to ScarlettKisses for her help in editing this story; this is a better and less error strewn work for her attentions. 

As before, all feedback and comments gratefully received - those from the first two stories really have helped.

Note: This part does contain sex involving pee play. If you are not happy with this, then, alas, this story may not be to your taste. Otherwise, please enjoy.

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The story continues where part 1 ended: Erin and Lucy are sharing a taxi to Erin's flat and now Erin continues the tale...

Lucy is soft and warm as we snuggle together in the back of the cab. I notice the drivers eyes keep glancing back at us in the rear view mirror but I don't care. I am so happy that Lucy - sweet, friendly, cute, cuddly Lucy - who made my heart beat faster each time I saw her, actually had a crush on me. More than that, she is quite simply the most wantonly sexy and erotic girl I've ever met! My mind flashes back to the sight of her walking round the corner in the server room stark naked - and doing so just after the security guard had left the room! My pantie-less pussy oozes at the memory.

Lucy nuzzles into my neck. "Erin?" she whispers.

"Yes, my love?"

"Is... I mean, was that your first time? With a girl I mean?"

I hesitate. I feel I have to be honest but I need her to know how uniquely special she is. "No. I found out I was bisexual when I was at University and had a relationship with a girl there. She, Katie, was a girl on another course but we shared the same management lecture when I was in the second year. We sat next to each other usually and we became friends. 

"Then, one night, we got a bit drunk together and well, things sort of just happened. I guess part of me had always been attracted to girls and... as I said, things happened and we both wanted them to keep happening. We were together for about four months but... aah, let's just say it ended badly - very badly." I pause. I'd forgotten how painful the break up with Katie had been, but now I felt Lucy's arms tighten protectively around me. I take a deep breath and continue, "Tonight was the first time I've made love to a girl since then," I slip my fingers under Lucy's chin and raise it to look her in the eyes, "and it was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most spectacularly wonderful sex I have ever experienced!"

"Thank you!" she says, smiling happily. "You are the loveliest person I've ever met - and the sexiest!" She kisses me softly and we spend the rest of the journey just holding each other.

We arrive at my flat after another 15 minutes. As we go up to the top floor in the lift my excited anticipation grows as, I'm sure, does Lucy's. Arriving at my door, she notices the boxes and black bin bag outside it. "They're the bastard's crap that he left behind," I explain as I struggle with the lock, "There is no way he is ever passing this door again! Sorry, I had the locks changed this morning and they're stiff to open... at last!"

I lead Lucy in and she gives a little gasp as she looks across the room and out of the large picture window opposite. There is nothing spectacular about the flat except that it is halfway up a hill and, at night, the view across the myriad lights of south London is quite beautiful. She walks across to the window, staring out and entranced as I had been the first time I saw it. I come up behind her and slip my arms around her waist. Going onto my toes I kiss the nape of her neck.

"Erin, what an amazing view!" she exclaims. I keep kissing her neck and my hands slide over the soft, ample roundness of her stomach and hips. She gives a sigh of pleasure and leans back into me, her hand reaching back to slide up and down my thigh. I feel as hot and aroused as I had back at work, as if the intervening cab ride hadn't happened. However, I want this time, here in my home, to be different. Then it had been risky: neither of us had been sure what the other wanted and when (joy of joys!) she had responded to my nervous advances, it was raw and primal, her wonderful nakedness, my desire to touch and taste, our abandonment to our discovered lust for each other. Now I want to make it slow and sensual. I want us to get to know each other intimately and with the tenderness that I had missed since ending with Katie years ago.

Her hand strays, seeking to slip between my legs: she obviously feels the same arousal I do. I twist slightly so her hand is once again on my thigh. "No, my love," I whisper between kisses on her neck, "let's not rush. We are safe and alone now and have all the time we want."

"O God, Erin! I want to cum! I want you to make me cum!" she pleads.

"Oh, I will my darling." My hands now trace the undersides of her firm, heavy breasts, and she shivers. "But I want you to enjoy the journey, not just the destination. Do you trust me?" I feel her nod. My hands slip down and I slowly ease her top up, my fingers gently brushing her skin and I raise the hem all round. I remain behind her as we both face out the window and her reflection is visible overlaying the twinkling city escape outside. The hem of her shirt is now up to her gorgeous boobs, caught just below her nipples and lifting them as I continue raising the shirt. Suddenly, the shirt slips past and her tits spring free, bouncing and jiggling. We both giggle at the sight of them dancing in the reflection. "God you're beautiful," I murmured huskily.

She raises her arms as I slide the shirt over her head. I fold it and toss it onto the chair by the window. Now wearing just her skin-tight leggings, Lucy is caressing her hard nipples as she looks at her reflection in the glass. There is nobody to see us nearby; no buildings overlook this one, but the feeling of being exposed to the world when standing there was one I knew well. As she had shown in the data centre, my little Lucy has a definite exhibitionist kink - a fact I make a mental note of for future reference!

My hands go back to work, now able to roam freely over her naked torso. I kiss her shoulders as my fingers trace her spine. My hands play over her back: more than caresses but less than a massage, all the time my lips planting soft cool kisses and I savoured the scent of her skin, sweet and fresh like vanilla.

I move lower, towards her hips. The waistband of her leggings press gently into her soft, yielding skin and the little rounded bulge of flesh that this forms above the band is adorable to me. I kiss this swelling as my fingers slide under the waistband, edging it slowly down. The white grove it had formed in her skin flushes pink and slowly fades. I uncover the top of her arse cleft and kiss it gently before running my tongue into it. She tenses her glutes and arches her back at the touch, revealing the dimples at the base of the spine. Why is everything about this girl so impossibly sexy to me? I have to steel myself to continue the slow seduction but I know I have to hurry up: my vajay is a sopping mess, juices running down my inner thighs as I kneel.

I pull her leggings down and see that she is in a similar state: the crotch of the leggings is dark and glistening and the smell of her sex hits me with a jolt of lust. "Lucy, your vajay is so beautiful!"

She laughs. "My vajay? I like that - a much nicer name than 'pussy'. And my vajay is all yours, my love." 

Lucy seems to notice the increased urgency as I help her feet out of the leggings and she is naked once again. 

I stand behind her, my hand on her hips, and briefly look at her reflection one last time before gently turning her around. "Undress me, Lucy, my love," I instruct her, "but nothing else; just remove my blouse and skirt."

She does as I bid, though her hand still rubs my nipple as she opens the blouse and her fingertips brush my wet pubic hair when lowering my skirt. 

Now both naked I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom where she lays on the bed. I go to the bedside cabinet and open the cupboard. Lucy watches fascinated, as I remove a large jewellery box and place it on the bed. I open the box andI lift out the tray that holds earrings, bracelets and the few other sparkly things I own. I pause and bend to kiss her. Our mouths meet hungrily and what I'd meant to be a reassuring little kiss becomes a deep and hungry melding of our mouths. We separate reluctantly. "Trust me Lucy: I want to make this wonderful. But if there's anything you don't like or don't want to try, just say so."

"I don't think there's anything I wouldn't like to try doing with you, Erin!" she beams a wicked smile. 

I reach into the hidden compartment in the base of the box as Lucy cranes to see. She gives a little gasp when she sees: a long, double-ended dildo made of clear, stiff but flexible jelly. The sides are ribbed and one end a little thinner than the other, both ends terminating in a smooth bulbous knob. I hold it up for her and look at her through the U shape the two ends of the dildo make. She touches it and gives it a little squeeze to feel its firm, smooth texture. She bites her lip and looks at me awkwardly. "Erin, I've... I've never had anything like that inside me; just my fingers. Will it - hurt?"

"Lay back, darling, I will be very gentle. It will be tight, but just relax and enjoy it: feeling filled up by this is wonderful!" I tell her and she immediately obeys, spreading her legs wide in nervous anticipation. I place the box on the floor and climb onto the bed to straddle her left leg. Immediately she raises her leg, grinding it into my sopping vajay, my juices smearing her skin. I gasp, "No, darling, not yet!" and resist the urge to push back; it wouldn't take much to make me cum but I want to focus on her.

I take the dildo and run it along her swollen and gaping labia: she is so wet that it glides effortlessly. I slide it back and forth, making Lucy moan and tremble. I then use the wet end to trace around her belly button and nipples, anointing her with her love juices. She keeps giving little gasps and moans at each new touch.

I move back to kneel between her legs. Once again I begin sliding the dildo along her vajay lips, using the thinner end pressing a little more and going a little deeper each time.

"Oh God, Erin, fuck me, please!" She gasps and half sits up, grabbing my hand to pull the dildo into herself. I don't resist but follow her need. It doesn't penetrate far before, with a sharp gasp, she stops pulling. Slowly I move the shaft back then forward once more, slightly deeper. I twist the dildo round slowly to massage the walls of her vajay. Lucy moans loudly and I keep the rhythm moving the shaft in and out, gently rotating, and slipping deeper and deeper till almost half the length is buried inside her.

I let go for a moment and sit back a little. I cannot resist licking my fingers and hand clean of Lucy's love juices that have coated them. She squirms her hips at the feeling of it inside her and lifts herself up on her elbows to look at the clear dildo jutting out of her sex. She reaches down to touch it: the way her labia bulge up and around it, embracing and holding it tight fascinates her. Being transparent we can see the dark pink of her inner walls through the shaft. "That looks so porno obscene!" she exclaims, "But it feels wonderful."

I take hold of the dildo again and begin to gently fuck her with it, long slow strokes as first, gradually building in tempo. My other hand caresses her, touching everywhere I can reach. Lucy's breathing comes now in short gasps and moans. She begins massaging her boobs, squeezing and rubbing the nipples hard. I bend forward and place my mouth over the top of her slit, the dildo brushing against my cheek as I continue to pump it in and out. My tongue burrows in, hungrily seeking her clit, the tip rubbing the hard nubbin, my mouth full of the taste of her.

Suddenly Lucy bucks her hips forward, arching her back, every muscle locked in spasm. Her slick, hairless pubis presses into my mouth while her sudden thrust drives the dildo deeper than she's taken it so far.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-aaagh!" she screams as she flops back, her hips continuing to writhe. I keep on lapping at her clit, determined to sustain her orgasm and drink her cum juice. Further moans and little screams continue until she pushes my head away.

"No - more!" she gasps as another orgasmic wave hits her and she again goes rigid. I crawl up beside her and put my arms around her. I can feel her relaxing again but she still shivers and gasps a few times as she comes back to earth. Finally she gives a deep and contented sigh; turning her head she kisses me deeply.

"God Erin, that was..." she laughs, "un-fucking-believable!"

I feel happy and not a little proud of my work. "It was good then?"

"Good? How is what just happened to me even possible?" She sits up and sees the dildo still buried in her sex. A wicked gleam enters her eye. "Erin, I want to make love to you - like this." She kneels up, supporting the dildo so it sticks out like a guy's cock. "With this in me - and in you too!"

I'm stunned. Here is this ingénue, this cute, innocent girl that I thought I was seducing into lesbianism and she just takes an idea and goes for it. First stripping in the server room and now this! I am nervous, though; this must be her first time doing anything like this and I remember how clumsy and inept my early boyfriends had been. But she trusted me and now it's my turn to trust her, so I lay back. "I'm all yours my darling." I tell her.

"I'll be gentle," she promises as she bends forward to gently kiss my mound and downwards to my vajay. She isn't rushing this but almost immediately my body is back on the boil and I feel a warm trickle run down between my arse cheeks. "Wow!" exclaims Lucy, "You're so wet!" before attacking my dripping vajay with little quick cat licks, making appreciative "Mmm yum" noises. 

She doesn't continue for long, however, and moves between my legs where she begins caressing my labia with the end of the dildo as I had done to her. She edges closer to me allowing her to slip the dildo deeper into me. I give a little moan of pleasure. "Do you like that, Erin? Do you want my cock inside your sweet, wet cunny?"

"Oh, shit, YES! Fuck me Lucy!" I am wild with desire for her.

She climbs over me, placing her hands either side of my shoulders. Her 'cock' keeps slipping back and forth inside me as she moves. She is now over me and she begins to rock back and forth gently as she starts to fuck me. At the same time the nipples of her large, round boobs brush my nipples, making them tingle. I raise my legs and hook my feet behind her arse and pull her closer, wanting her deep inside.

She smiles and asks "All the way?" I nod and she pulls back before sliding irresistibly into me in a long, steady thrust. The thickness of the shaft feels wonderful as it stretches the walls of my vajay, the ribbing playing my g-spot. Then we're together, our sex lips pressed together around the shaft that joins us. I look up, enraptured by the sight of my lesbian lover as she fills me. My orgasm is close now - a huge wave building inside me.

Lucy slips her hand between us to hold the dildo inside herself as she pulls back for another thrust. This causes her knuckle to rub my clit at the bottom of each stroke and after just a few more strokes my mind and body goes supernova and I am engulfed in the overwhelming power of my climax. I lose track of reality - the sensations running through me are everything.

I open my eyes eventually. Lucy is back kneeling between my legs, a huge, satisfied grin on her face. Then I notice that she is wet; not just damp but literally dripping. "What," I gasp, "just happened?"

"Well, you know when you climaxed back at work you, er, gushed a bit? Which I loved, I really did!" I nod. "Well this time you sort of exploded. I mean your pussy went off like a, a fire hose! And with the dildo inside you - inside us! - it came straight up at me!" She began rubbing the droplets and runs of my cum juice over her boobs and tummy, making her soft skin glisten.

I hold my arms open and she comes and lays next to me. "Lucy, you stink of my cum!" I tell her.

"No, not stink. I am perfumed with your love!" she replies and we both laugh and snuggle closer, drifting to sleep.

I wake some time later. As I move, Lucy wakes. "Sorry, love, I need to pee," I apologise.

"Me too - I'll come with you and you can show me where the bathroom is."

I walk to the bathroom, Lucy following. I enter and she simply follows me and sits down on the toilet. "Oi, you cheeky girl: cutting in like that!" I chide her.

"Sorry!" she says, but clearly isn't. She reaches out both hands and I take them, thinking I would pull her up so I can sit. Instead she pulls me to her and, after some token resistance on my part, I end up sitting on her lap facing her. 

We kiss and cuddle until, after a few minutes I have to tell her, "Lucy, I REALLY need to go!"

"Go?" she asks in mock ignorance.

"Lucy! I need to pee!" I hiss back.

"Well, you're on the loo and I'm not stopping you," she replies mischievously. 

I can't believe what she wants me to do, but the kinkiness of it excites me. "But my pee will... you'll get it on your..."

Her grin becomes positively wicked. "Mmm, it will, won't it?" Then, more earnestly, "Please, Lucy, will you?"

Her cheeks are flushed and her nipples are hard points with her excitement; glancing down, her vajay lips are puffy and gaping. She is so aroused by the idea of my peeing on her mound and I realize that I am too!

I snuggle a little closer till my vajay lips brush the top of her pubis. I close my eyes and relax. Moments later I feel the warm trickle begin and quickly build, spraying over her and splashing me. I hear a sharp squeal from Lucy and she shivers; I am sure my pee has just given her a brief orgasm! This is so dirty but feels so hot.

I slide back so I can see her sex and change my position to direct my pee onto her gaping vajay. Lucy cries out, "Oh God, YES!" and grips my arms almost painfully as she cums. What follows is a possession: I am possessed by some perverted spirit of lust and cannot help myself as I slip off her lap and kneel before her. Pushing her knees apart my lustful spirit also leans me forward: closer, closer till my lips touch her labia. 

They are wet of course, literally dripping. I try to convince myself that it is the taste of her juices that is driving me but I know that, delicious as her cum is, there is more to it. Hesitantly my tongue reaches out and tastes her. Her flavour is now overlaid by a subtle, sharp saltiness: my pee. It is different but not unpleasant and the thought of what I'm doing almost makes me go all wet and gooey. As I continues licking and sucking the taste changes to pure Lucy.

"God, Erin, I can't believe you did that for me!" she says.

"My pleasure, my love," I reply. She looks unsure, as if I am just being kind and saying what she wants to hear. "No, really Lucy: it felt so, so kinky and dirty but, God, I'm so turned on right now!"

Lucy beams with happiness, and then mischievous Lucy is back. "I, um, need to pee too, remember?"

"I suppose you expect me to lay down on the tiles here so you can pee all over my boobs and crotch." I ask teasingly. Bingo! The look on her face tells me that that's exactly what she wants so I lie down next to the shower. She rises and steps forward then turns, straddling my body. She squats, arse towards my face, her vajay over my boobs. I cannot resist raising my head to kiss the little pucker of her cute anal bud and taste my pee again. I feel the first hot splash of Lucy's pee hit my boobs and sighed with the thrill of it. I cup my boobs, rubbing them, slick with pee. She moves and now my tummy is being wetted, now my hips, o my God, now my crotch, my vayjay, my CUNT! My hands slide all over my body, caressing and pinching, as I writhe on the floor feeling as horny as all hell.




Overtime Ch. 02



As Lucy finishes she falls forward, her mouth hungrily attacking my vajay. I do the same to her as we slip into a 69, her pee lubricating our skin as we slide against each other. I lick her pee-wet labia; her pee is less bitter than mine and I realize that I am enjoying the taste! My orgasm arrives quickly, fired by the kinkiness of what we've done. It is short but very intense and my legs go ridged as it crashes over me. 

We lay together as our climaxes pass. I love the feel of Lucy lying on top of me, her weight pressing me down. I feel I could stay there forever, smothered by the soft warmth of this gorgeous, kinky girl but the pee on our skin is becoming cold.

I give her bum cheek a playful slap. "Shall we have a shower and go back to bed, darling?" I ask. She agrees and we stand up. She bends and takes each nipple in turn into her mouth, licking and sucking them clean.

"Come on, you little pee freak: shower time!" I order her.

"Yes ma'am!" she replies, opening the cubicle, "but I don't think I'm the only pee freak here!"

I laugh, "No, I guess not. But you corrupted me with your teenage kinkiness!" I follow her into the shower and we spent a long time cleaning and exploring each other, only leaving when we start to wrinkle.

Finally dried we head back to bed where we lay together in each other's arms.

"Lucy, I love you so much. You are the most beautiful, wonderful, sexy, kinky girl in the world!"

"Thank you, Erin. I love you too my darling. I so glad we did overtime today."

"Me too," I reply.

"What shall we do tomorrow?" she asks sleepily.

"I don't know, my love, but I'm sure we'll think of something."



Overtime Ch. 03



 PT 3: Holiday Party

Viola Jean slowly rolled her nylons on her smooth and supple legs. She had spent 30 dollars on the single pair of thigh highs just for tonight's occasion. She attached the nylons to the garter belt Patrick had bought for her a few months ago. She smiled as she thought about how he presented it to her.

"I got you something that will make it easier for me to have access to you." Patrick told her as he handed her a dainty purple shopping bag.

Viola pulled the black garter belt out of the bag. She admired the delicate lace stitched on the lingerie.

"I don't wear garters, I like regular pantyhose."

"Yes but, now I can just bend you over my desk and move your panties to one side and fuck that tight little body of yours without have to pull down your pantyhose. Easy access." He smiled "The whole process will be more efficient."

Viola didn't argue with logic. Since then, she began buying more garter belts, the sexier look not only pleased Patrick but her husband Michael as well. He looked forward to her dressing and undressing herself watching and her as she paid attention to every curve and fold of her body. 

It was the holiday gala that her job splurged on every year. Plaza hotel, lavish free food, open bar, and chances to mingle with the firm's clients, investors and big wigs. Viola got excited every year because it gave her an opportunity dress her family up and show them off to the firm. She had slid herself into a black gown she found at the New York Opera Thrift Store a few weeks ago. Although the gown hugged her petite curves the length of the dress would be fit for a woman that stood 5' 8" not 4'11". Viola rushed the gown to her tailor and had him shorten the gown and alter it by having him slit the dress to her mid-thigh. She decided she would put on her favorite black suede pumps. As she wiggled her foot into the shoe she noticed her husband enter the bedroom, he was fresh out the shower. She gave his muscular body a once over. His skin was the color of cedar, aged but firm from regular exercise. They locked eyes and smiled at one another.

"Well you look good enough to eat." Michael said.

"Thank you and I'm sure I will be able to say the same able you in fifteen minutes."

Viola brushed past him attempting to head to the bathroom. He gently grasped her forearm and pulled her towards him.

"Where do you think you're going? I said 'you look good enough to eat.' And I'm hungry." he said smiling slyly. She looked into her husband's light brown eyes. She could see the ring of fire in them; it was the only thing he got from his dad besides his name. She giggled as he started kissing her face.

"Let's go to the bathroom so I can touch up my hair and do my makeup afterwards." She whispered and he made a trail of kisses along her throat. She moaned as he nibbled her collarbone. 

They quickly headed to the bathroom.

"I hope you boys are getting dressed!" She called to their sons.

Viola Jean hopped up on the bathroom counter which Michael recently installed. It was built to hold up to 200 pounds which was way more than her weight. Michael carefully moved the dress out of the way so that they wouldn't ruin it. He snapped the garters against her thighs causing Viola to laugh at the sudden pinch. 

"I can't wait to get your sexy ass home tonight and slide my dick in you." he growled while kneeling before Viola.

He pulled her all the way to the edge of the counter. He could smell a mixture her coconut scented lotion mixing with the smell of her aroused sex. She was wearing the black thong he had picked out for her to match the garter, which she lied about telling him that she bought it on impulse, in fact it was given to her by Patrick. He smiled at the pussy he was about to devour. Viola kept it neatly trimmed -- never waxed and moisturized the most sensitive areas with baby oil. Her clit pointed straight out at him awaiting his tongue. He kissed her wetness like it was her mouth. His tongue slid slowly into her warm flesh and he lapped up her juices. Viola closed her eyes and rubbed her husband's balding head. Patrick rarely ate her pussy, she never asked him to she figured if he wanted to he would've done it. She felt it was a little unfair that she would take his dick in her ass, mouth and pussy but who was she to complain when she's in the middle of an affair. Michael licked the outer lips of her warm damp entrance and tickled her clit.

"Oh baby, that feels so good." she moaned as she pulled his head deeper into her loins.

Michael shoved his tongue as deep as it could go into her wet crevice. He loved how his wife tasted. Mild, a bit salty, but never overpowering. Juices flowed into his mouth and it was clear she was close to her orgasm. She humped and ground her pussy into his tongue while he slurped up as much juice he could. Michael licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. He could feel Viola's freshly manicured nails dig into his scalp. He pumped two fingers into her sopping wet hole while kissing her thigh. He tickled her clit with his nose before shoving his tongue back into her. Viola held his head tightly against her pussy and ground herself against her husband's mouth. Her thighs tightened around his head, squeezing his skull hard as she exploded into his mouth. 

"Oh Michael!" she moaned.

Michael sucked her dry. He rose to his feet smiling at his wife as she leaned against the bathroom counter in an orgasmic afterglow.

"Shit, baby damn!" She said as she turned to look in the mirror. 

Michael didn't respond, he simply nodded, smiling as he always did after devouring her. He quickly cleaned his wife's cum from his face as Viola fixed her hair and applied her makeup. He rushed out to get dressed. Viola smiled at what her husband had just done to her. She didn't mind having to fix her hair after the tongue lashing Michael had just given her. 

"Mom we're ready!" She heard her son Andrew yell to her suddenly.

She joined them at the front door and admired how polished her 2 sons and husband looked. They all had on personally-tailored suits and Michael had given the boys fresh haircuts. 

"You look amazing mommy." Andrew said smiling at his mom.

Viola looked at her sweet 10 year old boy and smiled.

"I told Andrew to say that." Chimed in her 6 year old son Daniel.

"Thank you both, my little handsome men." 

Michael had a cab waiting for them outside to take them to the city. The party started at 8pm and they arrived at 8:30pm. The ballroom at the plaza was decorated beautifully. The company had hired an actor to play Santa Clause to entertain the children at the party by handing out toys, reading stories and stuffing them full of pastries. 

"Mom, can we go over there?" Andrew asked.

Viola Jean dug into her purse and handed Andrew his emergency cell phone. 

"Call us for an emergency or if you just want us ok?" 

Andrew nodded, grabbed his brother's hand and headed towards Santa Clause and joined the other children.

Viola and Michael interlocked arms and began mingling with the joyous crowd. The couple made small talk with various co-workers and clients. 

"Wow, what a handsome couple." a familiar voice said behind them. 

Viola turned around her eyes met Patrick's. She blushed as she watched his eyes roam her body.

"Thank you Mr. Slater." She smiled. "You've met my husband Michael." 

The men shook hands and smiled at one another.

"Your wife has been such an asset these past few months. All her hard work and overtime has really benefited us. We love her dedication." 

Michael smiled Viola. "Thanks man, I see the company has been showing their gratitude to her financially but it's also nice to hear words of gratitude." he turned to Viola. "I'm gonna go to the bar. Would you like anything?"

"Cranberry and Jameson." replied Viola. Michael pecked her cheek and patted Patrick on the shoulder as he walked away.

"You look absolutely delicious Mrs. Ramsden."

Viola blushed. "Thanks Patrick."

A devilish grin spread across Patrick's face. "Let's disappear to my office and I'll show you some more gratitude."

"Behave yourself Patrick." Viola kept her face stern, and scanned the crowd for her husband.

Patrick made eye contact with Viola's dark brown eyes and moved closer to her. Her heart began to race; she could now smell his cologne a scent she had picked out for him while they shopped together at the Lord and Taylor. She was excited and nervous at the same time. Her body was flush but her dark complexion hid her emotion. The delicate thong she had on was soaking wet as she took deep inhales of Patrick's scent. 

"Do you smell the cologne you picked out for me?" is was as if he was reading her mind. 

Viola nodded "Patrick please." she pleaded with a small frown on her face.

"Ok ok I'll stop. I don't want you upset with me Mrs. Ramsden." 

Michael returned with Viola's drink in hand. Patrick took it as a cue to exit.

"I hope you both have a lovely time tonight." he said as he casually left the couple.

Viola took a large sip of her drink; half of the glass was now empty.

"Your boss seems pretty cool."

"Well he wasn't at first, but after I told him how rude and disrespectful he was being he changed up." Viola lied.

Michael smiled and kissed her forehead. They found a table to sit at for dinner and their children joined them. As it got closer to dinner time everyone began to sit down. Viola looked around the table of 12 they chose and saw Trish, the redheaded temp. Viola got up and walked over to her.

"Hi Trish, I didn't know they'd allow you to come. You look great!"

Trish had on a strapless dark green cocktail dress. Her red hair cascaded down her back in curls.

Trish smiled. "Thanks, you look nice too. I got invited, I'm Patrick's date."

Viola let out a nervous chuckle and caught it quickly. She flashed Trish a sweet smile.

"Really? Well I'm glad he didn't come here alone."

"Yeah he asked me like two days ago. I didn't know he even had my number."

Viola could feel the anger building up. "Neither did I."

"See? And he tells you everything."

"Well apparently he has secrets." Viola tried to hide the anger in her voice. She got up and headed back to her seat. She kept her cool but inside she was burning mad. She smiled through the emotional state as they placed their orders. Patrick joined the table as soon as the waiter got to his spot. As he sat down he glanced up and into Viola Jean's hard eyes. He could feel the anger coming out of them as he watched her pupils dance from Trish and back to him. Patrick had never seen her so angry and yet he was the only one that could see the emotion in her eyes as she grinned at the meaningless conversations around her. The food arrived and a quiet hush fell over the crowd as they started eating. Viola Jean watched as Patrick flirted with Trish. Trish giggled and hung on every word Patrick whispered to her. Her smile irritated Viola like sharp nails being dragged across a chalkboard. Viola wasn't drunk but she did have 3 drinks in her. Michael had taken the boys back over to the children's area. 

"I thought there was a strict policy about dating within the company." Viola said dryly.

Trish's smile disappeared while Patrick narrowed his eyes at Viola. 

"Well Mrs. Ramsden this is our first date and she does not work for the company I hired her through a temp agency."

"Mr. Slater I just want assurance that she's simply a date and she won't be taking my position here with the firm. I've worked very hard to get where I'm at." 

Trish interrupted them. "I'm just a date Mrs. Ramsden there is no way I could ever be an executive assistant. I've seen your reports and I don't think I could handle the stress."

Viola Jean glared at Trish and allowed a smile to break across her face. 

"I'm sure you could handle Mr. Slater's workload just fine Trish. If Mr. Slater insists you're just a date then well you must be just a date."

Patrick continued to stare at Viola even as idle chit chat formed about the delicious dinner. Michael returned to join them. Viola greeted him smiling.

"Do you think I'll get a dance out of you tonight?" Michael asked her.

Viola nodded and rose to her feet and headed to the dance floor with Michael following closely behind. The orchestra played slow music. Viola rested her head on her husband's chest as they swayed to the music. She observed from afar Patrick and Trish enjoying one another's company. Her heart broke a little as Trish formed words for Patrick to hang on with her pale pink lips. The song was over and Michael led Viola back to their table. As they sat down right in the empty chairs right next to Trish and Patrick. Viola instantly recognized the next song the orchestra began to play. 

"Michael its Blue Danube!" she exclaimed.

"Viola you know I can't waltz."

Patrick didn't give Viola a chance to pout. "I'll waltz with you if it's ok with your husband."

"What about Trish?" Viola asked.

Trish smiled. "I don't know how to waltz and I'm not a big fan of dancing anyway."

Michael nodded in agreement. Patrick got up from the table, took Viola's hand and led her back to the dance floor. They stood in the typical waltz stance. Viola tried her best not to make eye contact with Patrick as he placed his hand on the small of her back and led her in a waltz around the dance floor.

"I'm sorry Viola. I know I should've at least warned you. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Viola didn't respond but Patrick could see she was hurt.

"Are you wondering if I have fucked her or plan on it? Cause I haven't but I do plan on fucking her."

They waltzed along the floor perfectly and didn't realize some of the attendees sat down just to watch them dance.

"You waltz well Viola who taught you to dance?"

"No one, I taught myself" She responded dryly. "Michael tried to learn but he's not too good at it. You don't owe me an apology Patrick. I'm just a fuck for you so you can do what you want."

"You're not just a fuck. Fucking is what we do but I consider you a friend."

"We didn't become friends until after we fucked."

Patrick frowned. "I like you a lot Viola Jean. I don't want you to be angry with me."

Viola lifted her head and her brown eyes, now wet from forming tears, stared back into his. Emotions were overwhelming her. Emotions she didn't want to feel.

The music stopped and so did they. Viola Jean blinked, she could felt a tear roll down her cheek.

"Will you tell Michael I had to use the bathroom?"

Patrick nodded.

Viola Jean headed to the bathroom. She locked herself in one of the stalls and quietly sobbed. She felt guilty, confused, and heartbroken. She could picture Patrick fucking Trish, his hands roaming all over pale freckled skin as his mouth pressed against hers. The idea burned her up inside. Distracted by the feelings she was experiencing she didn't even notice someone had come into the bathroom until they banged into one of the other stalls. She then heard a female's giggle. When Viola Jean heard shushing, she figured it may be some intoxicated couple fooling around. She peered through the cracks of the stall. At first she couldn't really see who it was but then she was able to see that the female was Trish. Viola already knew who her partner was but Trish had confirmed it.

"Oh Patrick!" Trish moaned as Viola could see Patrick's head buried in Trish's neck. He began kissing up her neck to her face and suddenly stopped. 

"Patrick? What's wrong?"

"Viola Jean said she was going to the restroom."

"So what? She might be in a different one. She obviously she isn't in here." 

Viola Jean quickly propped her feet up on the toilet, she knew all too well what was about to happen. Trish bent over and glanced at the floor underneath the stalls. 

"No one is in here Patrick, not even your precious assistant. Now come on and slide that executive cock of yours in me." 

Viola held her breath as she slowly went back to peering position. She could see the back of Patrick; his pants were around his ankles. Viola's eyes followed the cuts of his tense muscular legs. She could tell Trish was in front of him bent over with her dress pushed up around her waist. Viola watched Patrick pump in and out of his new fuckdoll, grunting like an animal. Viola thought she would be the only woman that could make him grunt like that. Pins and needles covered her body as the scene continued to unfold. Viola could see Trish's reflection in the long, elegant bathroom mirror. Her peach colored face was flush and covered in a light sheen of sweat as Patrick pounded into her. Her cute face lost in passion as her pretty green eyes rolled around in her head. Viola's hand snaked down the front of her silk chiffon gown. Stopping at her thigh where the slit began, her fingers dipped behind into the opening as if hiding behind a curtain. She stretched her index finger and tickled her clit with her fingernail. Electric shocks shot through her body. Her breathing slowed, her mouth went dry and her pussy wet. Viola couldn't hold back any longer and plunged her fingers into her sopping hole. 

Viola was angry with Patrick. How could he just fuck her? What if she's better than me? Then she was angry with herself. She was jealous of a man who isn't her husband fucking a woman who wasn't her.

The erotic scene was impossible to ignore and Viola lost herself in it. She could smell Trish's wet cunt and even hear the squishy sounds of Patrick's cock sliding in and out of the young woman. Viola Jean's slender fingers pumped in and out of her while rubbing her clit with vigor. She was on the edge and she could tell Patrick was close too. She watched him grasp Trish's hips and thrust hard. He exploded into her pussy, grinding into her as he emptied himself into her tight hole. Viola pinched her clit; causing an overwhelming orgasm to rip through her body she stifled her moans. It helped that Trish was cumming at the same time and moaned loudly as if she'd been fucked well. 

"Oh Patrick!!" Trish growled.

Viola Jean quietly watched the couple pull from each other. Trish giggled and smiled at Patrick and she fixed her dress and freshened up her makeup. Patrick smiled back at her. They finally left the bathroom arm and arm. Viola waited a bit till the coast was clear before exiting as well. She stepped into the walkway that led back to the ballroom. Patrick stood there smiling at her and her eyes popped open. 

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked.

Viola cleared her throat. "What are you talking about?"

"I know you were in there watching. Did you like what you saw? Curious to know how I knew you were in there?"

Viola didn't respond.

"I smelled your perfume. It got even stronger when you came."

He stepped closer to her, closing the distance, and buried his nose in Viola's neck. She tried to pull away but Patrick stopped her.

"Michael took the boys home. He said he'll see you soon for 'dessert'." Patrick smiled. "What's for dessert, Mrs. Ramsden? Chocolate pudding?" His hands caressed up and down her soft toned arms. Viola trembled a little.

"I don't do sloppy seconds, Mr. Slater." she whispered harshly.

Patrick stared into the petite ebony's eyes and guided her back to the bathroom. Once inside he attacked her mouth with his. Their kisses were slow, lingering, and passionate. Viola ran her hands through Patrick hair tugging at it as she bit at his lips. Patrick pulled away from her and took in the sight of her. The lighting gave her chocolate skin a golden glow. She had painted her lips a dark red for the night but besides the coloring of her lips she had little makeup on. His cock was hard but he didn't want to fuck his ebony assistant. His eyes traveled up the slit of her dress he could her garters grasping the top of her pantyhose. 




Overtime Ch. 03



"Well Mr. Slater, why are we here?" Questioned Viola she was sexually frustrated and needed another release. In the back of her head she thought about how she couldn't wait to get home and let Michael fuck her senseless. Before she knew it Patrick was kneeling in front of her. She looked into his blue eyes and he smiled back at her.

"Merry Christmas." He said right before he moved her panties to the side and pushed his face into Viola hot, dripping cunt. Patrick kissed her pussy the exact same way he kissed her. His nimble tongue moved in circles. Viola was in heaven, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let the pleasure overwhelm her.

"Patrick oh my god you feel so good." she softly moaned trying to keep her balance as he plunged his fingers into her while sucking her clit. Viola slowed her breathing, she wanted to enjoy this moment. Her boss was on his knees pleasing her. Patrick now made slurping sounds as he tongue fucked her pussy. 

He normally wouldn't go down on her, and when he did he hardly enjoyed it as much as he was doing now. Viola tasted sweet and mildly salty at the same time, a unique taste, and quite addictive. 

He sucked and licked greedily at her plump lips. Viola dug her nails into Patrick's head. She burst into his mouth climaxing on his tongue. 

Patrick continued to suck on her pussy as she moaned softly and trembled. "Oh God! Please stop Patrick." 

He lightly kissed her sweet hole one last time, rose to his feet, and kissed Viola gently on her forehead. 

"I should do that more often; you are just as delicious as you look."

Viola didn't respond, she simply straightened her dress and washed her hands. 

"I'm going to go, I'll see you Monday. Have fun with Trish." Viola said as she exited the bathroom once more. "And Patrick?"

"Yes Mrs. Ramsden."

"You better not eat her pussy."

"Of course not, my tongue is yours and yours alone. Only your pussy may ride my mouth."

Viola smiled and headed home to please her husband



Overtime Ch. 04



PT 4: Last Time's a Charm

Viola Jean walked through her new house. She had just unpacked the last box from the move an hour ago. She strolled into her kitchen and prepared a cup of tea. As she waited for the water to boil she reminisced about what she did a month ago. For a few months after the holiday party Patrick had begun dating Trish on a regular basis and Viola was becoming overwhelmed with her emotions. She knew Patrick was fucking Trish, and it didn't really bother her at first. It was the way he showed her off as if throwing it in Viola's face. Trish frequently visited Patrick; her laughter irritated Viola like sand in a bathing suit. She'd sit in his office while he would plan a date with Trish and once off the phone with her, he would then have his dick in Viola's ass. 

When she accidently walked in on Trish on her knees with Patrick's cock in her mouth, she just couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes welled up as she exited the office quickly. Trish didn't see her but Patrick did, he knew how Viola must have felt but he didn't know what she would do next. Two hours later Viola Jean was in the human resources department requesting to be transferred to the firm's new office in Texas. Her request had to be signed off on by Patrick since she was his executive assistant; Viola forged his signature. She didn't want him knowing her plans or making an attempt to stop her. She flew down to Texas that weekend, picked out a house to rent and began the move. She didn't tell anyone at the office about her last day. It was her responsibility to train a new secretary but she knew if she picked a replacement and started training Patrick would find out what was going on so she told human resources that Patrick would pick out and train a new secretary AFTER Viola transferred. 

The move was a shock to her family but they had gotten used to the idea quickly. Micheal was excited as he knew the job market in Texas, for his carpentry abilities, would be financially beneficial. Viola had sent Micheal and her sons down to Texas the same week she secured the rental; they had a month to settle in without her. 

The month went by quietly and quickly as Viola barely spoke to Patrick. He preoccupied himself with Trish and made no sexual advance towards Viola anymore. For the whole month she found herself in her empty bed thinking of Patrick and masturbating to orgasm. She'd imagine his hands sliding up her petite frame massaging her breasts, his mouth sucking and kissing her flesh. She'd finger herself faster and faster as she imagined him slowly sliding his cock in and out of her asshole. She could even feel his teeth bite her ear as she came in her hand.

On her last day, a Friday, Trish had visited Patrick and he decided to leave early for the day with her. He managed to wish Viola Jean a good weekend before hurrying out the office with Trish. That evening Viola changed her cell number and hopped on a plane to Dallas. 

It had now been a full week since leaving New York and she felt free of Patrick, free of the jealousy that seemed to eat away at her and coming to terms with the guilt she felt from lying to her husband. Her tea pot whistled snapping Viola out of her reminiscing. She made herself a cup tea and relaxed on her new plush navy blue couch; she sunk into relaxation mode.

Ding dong

She wasn't expecting visitors but figured it was some sort of neighborhood welcome committee. It was hot that Friday and Viola Jean had on short shorts and the bottom of her plump ass peeked out of her shorts. Her ribbed tank top clung to her sweaty skin. She glided to her door relishing every step, thinking about how awesome it was that she finally had her own house even though rented it was still a house 2 floors with a front and back yard. She smiled at the fact she wouldn't have to watch Patrick court Trish anymore. Viola shook her head, took a deep breath and exhaled Patrick out of her system. She missed him less and less and the fact that she didn't see him made letting go easier. 

Ding dong

Viola opened her door. There he was in a striped Ralph Lauren short sleeve polo, black slacks and Oliver Peoples sunglasses grinning from ear to ear. "Mrs. Ramsden. How are you settling in?" 

"Patrick why and how are you here?" Viola was shocked and angry but her heart skipped a beat and body trembled. 

"It's actually pretty funny, I went into work earlier this week to find out my secretary now works in the new Dallas branch. Imagine my surprise when human resources told me that I am the one who signed off on your transfer and I also stated that I would find and train a new secretary. So explain something to me Mrs. Ramsden. How did I agree to all of this when I remember nothing? "

Viola Jean shrugged her shoulders.

"Are you going to invite me into your new home?"

"No." Viola's eyes met his; he could see the anger and cold in her eyes.

"The Dallas sun has been good to you." He said admiring the darkness of her complexion. "It's very sexy and rich like strong black coffee." He expected a smile but Viola's face was stern.

"Patrick why are you here?"

Patrick was about to respond when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Uncle Patrick!!" Daniel ran up to Patrick who picked him up instantly. "You came all the way from New York to visit?!"

Patrick nodded and smiled. "Of course I did. I want to make sure my favorite family is all settled down in Texas. Are you a cowboy yet?"

Daniel smiled "Uh huh me and Andrew! Daddy made us cowboys when we first moved here! Right Mommy?"

"Yup. Where's daddy and Andrew?"

Just then Andrew was running up the porch steps with Micheal following behind.

"Well well Mr. Slater what are you doing here? The New York office can't live without my wife huh?" Micheal greeted Patrick with a handshake.

Patrick chuckled. "No just my department. How are you? How do you like it here?"

"It's great down here; always warm, best impulse decision Viola ever made. Come on in, I'll show you the house." Micheal lead Patrick into the house. The whole situation seemed unstoppable by Viola so she didn't say a word when Micheal decided to become a host and invite Patrick into their home. 

Patrick was impressed by how nicely decorated the living room was. Viola and Micheal gave the house a modern look; it was kept very neat for them to have children. 

"We used a textured paint for the walls." Micheal said inviting Patrick to touch their freshly painted steel gray walls. It felt like sandpaper.

"Nicely done." Patrick said smiling at Micheal and then turning to smile at Viola. 

She rolled her eyes, sat on her couch, turned on her television, and began drinking her tea. Micheal continued to show Patrick around the house. Viola watched the time intently waiting for Patrick to leave. He had already been there for an hour and according to Viola Jean, he had been there too long 55 minutes ago. Micheal came back into the living room, Patrick was in the kitchen with Daniel and Andrew. 

"Patrick is gonna join us for dinner. He said he had some barbecue tips for me that we're gonna use." Micheal smiled. 

"Micheal don't you think Patrick would rather be out on the town not hanging around us?" Viola said. Micheal could tell his wife was annoyed.

"Look I know you're tired and he's your old boss but he's a cool guy. Come on, we never really had people over, even when we were in Brooklyn."

"Besides I can go out on the town another time." Patrick called from the kitchen letting the couple know he was eavesdropping.

Viola shrugged her shoulders and nodded in agreement with Micheal. What else could she do? Admit that she had slept with her twenty-something year old white boss and became so jealous when he started dating Trish she moved her family across the country? 

Eventually everyone relocated to the backyard. The lawn was neatly manicured and that set up a separate area for the boys with a jungle gym and playhouse. Patrick admired the layout that he knew Viola planned. It seemed she made it perfect for her right down to the patio furniture. He sat down in one of the wicker chairs and took in the sight of Viola as she laid out on the chaise lounge. Micheal had come out with a glass of moscato and handed it to his wife; she politely motioned for him to leave the bottle with her. Micheal did so and went back to the kitchen for more bottles. 

"I would like to announce something to you two." Patrick said as Micheal joined them placing the bottle on the table.

"Go ahead we're all ears." Micheal smiled.

"Trish and I are getting married." He smiled ear to ear. He watched Viola's face. Shock and disbelief quickly flashed across her face as she hid her initial reaction with a phony smile. She raised her glass.

"A toast to you and Trish may y'all be as happy as Micheal and I." she smiled.

"Congrats man." Micheal grinned slapping Patrick five.

Patrick smiled back at her as he sipped his glass but he wasn't amused with the toast and the hidden sarcasm that Viola directed at him. The three continued to drink, Viola ignored the chatter between Patrick and Micheal; she focused on her sons playing as the sun set. 

"Boys bedtime." She called trying to hide her inebriation from the children.

"Goodnight Mom, Dad, and Uncle Patrick!!" they said and unison as they ran into the house heading for their bedrooms. 

Viola was on her fourth glass. She was tipsy and annoyed, a bad combination given the situation, as she rose from the lounger and grabbed the unopened bottle of moscato. "I'm heading to the living room." She slurred as she stumbled into her house. She didn't open the bottle but sat it on the coffee table as she stretched out on the couch and watched television. The sounds of Michael and Patrick laughing and joking around were like nails on a chalkboard to her. She began to relax as she noticed how late it was getting and knew Patrick would have to go back to his hotel soon. She heard the men enter the house and Michael walked over to her and sat on the coffee table.

"I think your boss should spend the night in the basement. He's way too drunk to drive."

Viola twisted her mouth. "Call him a cab then."

"Why are you being so mean? He's your old boss I thought y'all got along."

"Yes at work he is a professional acquaintance him being here is making him a personal acquaintance."

"Well no matter how you feel about him you can't just let someone you know go into the streets drunk."

Viola knew Michael was right. Back in New York she hated when people would leave her house drunk. Most of the time she would let visitors sleep the liquor off so that they are well enough the next day.

"Okay." She smiled faintly. Michael smiled back and kissed her forehead. 

"C'mon Patrick you can stay in the cave we made downstairs."

Patrick followed Michael through the house and down the stairs to the basement. The basement was dark and Patrick didn't know what to expect and was hoping it would be somewhat finished and he's be able to sleep there for the night. As he followed Michael his mind drifted to Viola, her chocolate petite frame stretched out on the couch while she relaxed into her inebriated state. When they reached the bottom of the basement stair Michael flipped on a light switch illuminating the whole basement. Patrick was in awe as the basement looked like a second living room. It was nicely lit with bluish gray walls and plush burgundy carpeting.

"The sofa doesn't pull out but I've fallen asleep on it, it's very comfortable." Micheal said as he patted the cream colored plush sofa. "There are towels and a mini fridge down here with water and juice so knock yourself out. I soundproofed the basement so you can blast the television as loud as you want and no one will know."

"Thanks a lot for this Mike." Patrick smiled. "I would've been alright, I'm not that drunk."

"Hey it's the least I could do. Sorry about Viola she usually gets the final word with everything but I couldn't just send you out tired and tipsy. I can imagine she's probably just as bossy when y'all worked together."

Patrick nodded, he couldn't really agree since whenever Viola even seemed bossy or uptight he'd bend her over his desk and straighten her out.

"Well tomorrow bacon and eggs on me. Have a good night and if you need anything get it yourself." Micheal laughed as he left Patrick in the basement and headed to bed. 

Patrick wandered the comfortably furnished basement. Micheal and Viola seemed to own every gaming console invented. He checked out the mini fridge which was packed with juice and water as Micheal said. He had wasted 20 minutes in the basement and felt it was time to pay Viola a visit.

He slowly crept up the stairs. He could see the soft glow of the television illuminating the house. He walked up to the couch to discover her sleeping. She snored softly, deep in her alcohol-induced sleep. He smiled at her. Her tranquil face was almost childlike. He took in the sight of her from head to toe it had been so long since he's seen her or even shared the same space as her in a while. He had neglected her to build a relationship with Trish. His eyes traveled along her curves, starting with her petite feet and ankles, along the soft curve of her calf to her toned thighs the white glow from the TV looked nice against her dark skin. Patrick admired her tight shorts, how they hugged her body displaying the curve of her hips, the roundness of her ass and a faint outline of the treasure hidden between her legs. His mouth began to water. Her tank top had ridden up a bit exposing her flat stomach. He never really got to see her stomach; Viola was shy about her stretch marks or 'wear and tear' as she called it. Patrick didn't mind, he liked every flaw she had and wanted to kiss every nook and cranny on her body. 

Her breasts heaved with every breath she took constrained in the tank top and bra begging to be released. Patrick's hands trembled as he knelt before her to get closer. His ears were wide open listening for any sounds of movement within the house. He began to breathe slower and deeper he inhaled her scent of alcohol and sweat mixed with the sweet smell of her favorite lemon scented lotion. He moved closer, his eyes on her mouth. Her thick full lips were slightly parted and moist. He missed sucking and biting on her bottom lip whenever she allowed him to kiss her. He let Viola control how often he could kiss her. She enjoyed it but she explained it to him that every kiss he gave her shook her to her core. Patrick didn't see it as a bad thing but went along with Viola's request. 

He slid his hand up to her face stroking her soft cheek lightly. Viola smiled eyes closed. Patrick placed pecks of kisses all over her face Viola purred with pleasure. He could feel his body temperature rise as he finally moved in and covered her mouth with his. Her mouth tasted like the sweet moscato they had been drinking. Viola's eyes remained closed but Patrick could feel her kiss him back. Her tongue danced in his mouth running along his teeth. Patrick slid his hand behind Viola's head and pressed his mouth harder against hers. Viola's eyes shot open and she broke the kiss.

'What are you doing?!" she whispered angrily.

"Kissing you." Patrick smiled.

"What the hell is wrong with you? My husband is right upstairs, my children are right upstairs!"

"They are all asleep and I thought we should have a little fun since its been so long."

Viola shook her head in disbelief. She sat up on the couch and moved over to put space between herself and Patrick. He sat next to her but gave her the space she wanted.

"Why did you leave Viola?"

"I wanted a better position with more responsibilities and a better place for my family."

"I could've had the firm give you whatever you wanted, you know that." 

Viola didn't respond.

"Was it Trish?"

"No!"

"Viola Jean this is me, I know it was cause of her just admit it."

"Okay maybe it was because of Trish but she's not the main reason."

"Then what's the reason?"

"You, I left because you didn't really need me anymore for anything. You work fine by yourself, you don't really need my help, and you aren't stressed anymore because you have your fiancé."

"So you think since I'm not fucking you that I wouldn't miss you if you were gone? I thought I was supposed to find someone else, isn't that what you wanted? We can't be together so what was I supposed to do?"

"This conversation doesn't matter, I'm here, staying here, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Patrick nodded and rose from the couch.

"I see."

"Best thing for us is for you to leave me alone."

"One more time please? We can go to your basement and have just one more time. I'll leave in the morning and never bother you again."

Viola shook her head.

"I've missed you Viola regardless of what you think I really missed you. Didn't you miss me?"

"At first but I got over it, I returned to my life and I'm content. I have a house, a good job, and a family. Is Trish not satisfying your needs?"

"It's not that. I miss you."

"You miss fucking me."

"No. Well yes, but not only fucking. I miss being around you. Like you stated, you're married I can never have you the way I have Trish but I'd like to have you once in a while just to be close to you."

Viola Jean rolled her eyes. Patrick kneelt before her and looked into her sad brown eyes and took her small hand into his. 

"Come on Viola we can go downstairs. No one will know. Just this once and I'll leave here before anyone wakes up tomorrow." He whispered.

A tear from Viola's eye rolled down her cheek as she shook her head no. Patrick took her face into his hands and kissed her softly on her forehead. 

"I understand." He said as he attempted to smile. He left her on her couch and hung his head in defeat as he headed to her basement. Once downstairs he turned the television on and removed his clothing down to his boxers. He stretched out on the couch wanting to relax and ignore how he was feeling about Viola. 

Viola sat there on her couch in the dark. The alcohol was wearing off and she slipped in a state of regret. Patrick's scent lingered in the air lightly. She smiled to herself as visions of his face begging for one last time flashed in her mind he looked so sweet and adorable especially when sad. She could feel her body temperature rise. It had been a while since they had been together but the situation was so dangerous. The kiss lingered she licked her lips and swallowed she could still taste his saliva. Her thighs ached to wrap around him once more, her pussy begged for an orgasm and her asshole was waiting to be filled by Patrick's cock the moment he walked into her house.

She got up from the couch and began walking towards the door that led to her basement and hesitated as her hand wrapped around the brass doorknob. Quietly she turned the knob and made her way downstairs. She could hear the sound of the television on but couldn't tell what was being watched. She tiptoed down the stairs, she figured if she didn't make noise she had a chance to change her mind and head back upstairs. She could see the back of Patrick's head but couldn't tell if he was asleep.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she cleared her throat. Startled Patrick quickly turned around. The shock disappeared and was replaced with a smile when he saw his ex-secretary standing in front of him. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as her feet helped her walk towards him. Patrick stood up with open arms ready to embrace her. Viola slowed her pace when she realized he was only in his underwear. It had been a while since she had seen him without a shirt. He had slimmed down, his body had become more muscular since she had last seen him. Viola could see his erection tent the thin fabric of his underwear. Without blinking an eye she was in his arms wrapped in the warmth of him. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled deep. The scent of him filled her lungs she missed his scent her tongue slid past her lips and she licked his cream colored freckled skin. When she picked her head up and his eyes met hers.




Overtime Ch. 04



"Hi." Viola smiled.

"Hi." He said. 

"You promise to leave tomorrow?" she whispered.

"Yes before anyone wakes up. I promise Viola." 

Viola smiled as she her hand snaked past the elastic of his boxers and found his cock. She began stroking it, letting her thumb tickle the tip just how he likes it. They stared at each other as she fondled his balls his eyes glazed over as his hands found her shoulders and gently pushed Viola to her knees. As she lowered herself she pulled Patrick's boxers down to his ankles. His dick seemed to be aimed for her mouth. 

She stared at it for a bit, she had missed his pink rod sliding back and forth between her lips; his cum warm and sweet like liquid candy. It had been so long since she'd been this close to it. She looked up into Patrick's blue eyes. He smiled at the chocolate baby doll face before him. He watched as her lips wrapped around him. His head tossed back as her soft wet tongue snaked along his shaft tickling and teasing the tip of his dick. His hand found the back of her head and he guided her as she bobbed up and down on his dick. Saliva slowly slid out her mouth down his shaft and along his balls. Her mouth seems to massage him as if trying to milk the cum out of him. Viola deep throated him; her nose pressed against him as she gagged on his cock. 

Patrick focused his eyes on her face, her eyes were tightly closed and his cock was buried down her throat he could see the tracks of tears on her cheeks that were squeezed out as she gagged. He ran his hands through her hair, he could feel her throat relax around him; it had been so long since he had had a deep throat blowjob. Trish sucked him off but never even tried to shove his cock down her throat. Viola Jean slowly moved back and forth on his cock trying her best to control her reflex so that she wouldn't throw up. She moved her right hand to his balls and cupped them, her fingers teased the back of his sack dancing along the entrance of his anus. She could hear his soft moans are she lightly stroked his butthole with his dick in her mouth. 

Viola felt Patrick move his hand from her head and she unwrapped her mouth from his rod and replaced it with her left hand while she kissed and licked his balls. Her pinky pushed past Patrick's sphincter and he instinctively tensed up. Viola fingered his ass as gently as possible; she could feel him relax to her teasing. Patrick fucked her hand as Viola fingered his ass. Viola could see his balls tighten, Patrick was ready to explode and she let go of his dick. 

Patrick went wide eyed. "What's gotten into you? Why did you stop?"

Viola rose from her knees and kissed him on the lips smiling, her arms wrapped around his neck. Patrick scooped her up wrapping her legs around his waist and carried her to the sofa. The kissing continued, Patrick lay on top of Viola naked kissing, licking, and nibbling her plump lips, face, and neck. She giggled softly as she cradled him between her thighs. Patrick stopped kissing her and locked eyes.

"Anal?"

Viola nodded. "Go get your lube."

"That's the thing, I forgot my lube. I figured maybe we can try it without? I'll be gentle."

Viola took a deep breath, she knew lubrication was definitely needed for anal sex. Her mind raced as she lost herself in his blue eyes and before she could stop herself she nodded and whispered. "Ok."

Patrick took a deep breath when Viola agreed. He knew he would have to be gentle and any other time he would've waited till next time when he had lube but this was going to be their last time. It had been so long since they've had any physical contact and he missed wrapping his hands around her slender hips and burying his cock in her ass.

He lifted himself off of Viola so that she could roll onto her stomach. Viola got on all fours, arched her slender back so that her tight round ass poked high ready to be taken by Patrick. Patrick stopped, taking in the sight of the petite chocolate creature before him and licked his lips.

Viola could feel Patrick move behind her, Patrick could tell she was getting tense from the muscles showing in her back.

"If you don't relax it will be difficult." He said as he positioned himself behind her.

"Easy for you to relax, you're not the one about to get fucked with no lube." She snapped.

Patrick pressed his cock against her tight sphincter. He nudged at it to see if it would give way even a little bit. Viola was so tense her asshole was tightly shut blocking his intrusion. He removed his dick, replaced it with his thumb, and pressed against her gently massaging her anus. Viola relaxed under his thumb's manipulations of her asshole. He felt her ease open allowing his thumb to enter. 

"That's it relax, we're both gonna feel good."

His thumb was now deep in her ass to the knuckle, her pussy was soaking wet; he could feel the heat coming off her body. Viola moaned for him, even pushed back trying to get more of Patrick's thumb into her. Patrick slowly removed his thumb from her rectum making her sigh with disappointment. Patrick's dick was now at her asshole again and pushing into her with only slight warning of him spreading her cheeks apart. She took a deep breath as Patrick pushed the tip of his dick into her tight brown ring.

Viola gasped at the pain -- short but intense, it was as if she had got bitten by his dick. She breathed deeply trying to relax and make the process a little smoother. Patrick inched himself deeper into her slowly. Every time Viola let out a high pitched squeak he paused and wouldn't move until her felt her body relax. If they had used lube he wouldn't be so gentle but the last thing he wanted was for this time to be a bad experience for her. Her ass grasped him tightly although it caused her discomfort. Patrick liked the tightness that felt as if his dick was in a chokehold. He tried his best not to explode in her yet as he sped up little by little, humping at the round fleshy ass. 

Viola's squeaks stopped and soon she was grunting as she would when they used lube. His balls gently slapped her clit and soon they were soaked in her wetness. Patrick began to take longer strokes while paying close attention to Viola's reaction. Viola began humping against Patrick trying to get more of him into her ass the pain was subsiding and pleasure washed over her body. She could feel her orgasm building as Patrick began to fuck her ass with less restraint. Viola's asshole accepted Patrick's cock with ease. The couple grunted and moaned as the passion consumed them both. Patrick grasped Viola's waist digging his nails into her skin, he held his breath and released his seed into her ass. His body shuddered as he emptied himself into her. 

Viola moaned, feeling Patrick's warm liquid filling her ass up. He loosened his grasp of her waist Viola could tell her ex-boss was spent but her body was still on the edge waiting to explode. She sighed as Patrick slid out of her and sat on the couch. She curled up next to him bringing her knees to her chest. She felt his sperm slowly oozing out of her ass. 

Patrick looked over at her and gave her a small smile. "You didn't cum."

"No. I didn't."

Patrick draped his arm around her neck and pulled her face to his "I'd like you to."

Viola thought about it. She fell into the same situation she was trying to leave behind. The relationship between her and Patrick had manifested into something indefinable and almost unrelenting. She had to stop it and put out the fire that seemed to burn between them.

"Nah, it's ok. I'm gonna take a shower."

She stayed curled on the couch and watched as Patrick gathered his clothes to put them back on. Neither said a word, they exchanged quick glances followed by smiles. Patrick headed to the staircase and slowly ascended out the basement. 

He stopped in the middle of the staircase. "I love you Viola."

Viola turned towards the staircase; her eyes watered and her heart fluttered. From where she sat she could only see Patrick's legs and feet firmly placed. He was waiting for a response from her. Viola stared at his feet she waited until his leg bent to take a step up.

"Patrick?" her voice broke as she held back the tears. "I love you too." She watched as he continued up the stairs until his feet, along with him, disappeared. She heard the sound of the basement door opening and closing. 

Viola got off the couch and went to the staircase to make sure Patrick was at least out the basement. When she saw she was alone, she got into the basement shower and cried, an hour later she was in bed with Micheal nestled in his arms. She slept soundly knowing Patrick was now thousands of miles away.



Overtime Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Confessions

Viola waddled down the aisle of Saint Patrick's Cathedral; she made weekly visits to the church since moving back to New York. Her and her family spent two years in Texas before finally admitting that they were all homesick for New York. For the past 6 months she came to the church for a weekly confession. Now that her and Micheal were pregnant again she felt confessing would help her handle the guilt of her affair with Patrick. She managed to hide under the corporate radar after resigning her position with Patrick's firm and working for a smaller company that really hadn't made a name for themselves in the world of finance. 

To make sure Patrick didn't know that Viola and her family was moving back to New York, she deleted his number from Micheal's phone. They had kept in touch from time to time but as soon as they made the decision Viola got into Micheal's email and deleted Patrick's contact info and did the same on his phone. When asked if she had a way of contacting Patrick Viola said no; he was definitely out of her system and wanted to keep it that way. She rarely thought about him and when she did she would confess her impure thoughts. Every Wednesday evening she waddled to Saint Patrick's cathedral. She sat and prayed in the pew right before her confession. She then got up and went into the confession box and waited for the priest. When she heard the priest enter she immediately began her routine. 

"Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession. I accuse myself of the following sins. I masturbated again to my ex boss. I had just finished taking a shower and was rubbing myself down with oil and I slid my hand down along my belly, my skin was so soft and I thought back to a time where my old boss gave me a massage."

"My child would you care to tell me your bosses name?"

"Well Father I usually don't but well his first name is Patrick."

"You may continue with your confession, my child."

"Well I lowered my hand to my umm.... womanhood and preceded to finger myself as I thought about my past indiscretion." 

The priest cleared his throat.

"I massaged and rubbed myself with my oily hand as Patrick did one time, he was thanking me for a job well done for a project I had assisted him with."

"Did you relieve yourself?"

"Yes Father I orgasmed and softly moaned Patrick's name."

"Why haven't you contacted Patrick in two years? Why didn't you tell him you moved back to New York?"

Viola paused "What? Wait. I never mentioned me moving." She squinted past the screen. She could barely see who she was looking at before he torn his door open and left the confessional booth. In seconds her door was torn open and standing before her was Patrick in a cassock smirking.

"Well, well, well, Ms. Viola Jean."

Viola was in shock. Patrick looked older, he had facial hair, neatly trimmed, he looked more built and leaner as if he spends days in the gym; in two years he went from boyish good looks to an handsome young man. Her eyes drifted to his left hand a shiny platinum band rested on his wedding finger. Patrick followed her eyes and as if reading her mind.

"Trish is good in case you were wondering. No kids yet," He eyed Viola like a meal "You're looking ravishing."

Viola took a deep breath, inside she was jelly but she kept her cool. "How did you find me?"

"Well after you tendered your resignation, I called Mike a few times before he suddenly stopped calling and returning my texts. I knew you probably had something to do with it, you're so clever blocking numbers and emails deleting numbers. Clever little Viola. You forgot you're my slave I will always find you." 

Patrick entered Viola's side of the confessional, smirking.

"There's not enough room in here." Viola said as Patrick moved in closer and pulled the door closed.

"Sure there is. We don't need much space between us."

Patrick was pressed against Viola's round pregnant belly. They both could feel her unborn child move around. 

"Patrick, stop this."

"Viola Jean you've been very insubordinate."

His hand caressed her tummy. Viola had on a maternity silk shirt. Patrick ran his hands all over her stomach he smiled as her child kicked at him. Viola closed her eyes, his touch hadn't changed. He was firm but tender in his touches. Patrick slid his hand under her shirt. 

"You'll get your punishment soon enough. You seem like you are in need."

"Micheal meets my needs thank you."

"So he doesn't exceed your needs he just meets them." Patrick's hands traveled into Viola's pants and then panties. He pressed his finger against her clit. 

"Patrick."

"Shhh let me take care of you Viola." Patrick whispered. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, dragging his lips along her face and lower and nibbled and licked along her slender neck. 

Viola moaned and purred as she humped Patrick's hand, she could feel him slide three fingers in and out of her juicy pregnant pussy. 

"Wow I heard pregnant pussy is always ready. You are deliciously soaked. Turn around so I can feel how big your ass got."

Viola turned around, it was kind of hard even the small space they were in but she managed to oblige Patrick.

Patrick ran his hand along the curves of Viola's body. He squeezed Viola's round ass which was significantly bigger than he remembered. She moaned for him. Patrick unbuttoned the lower half of his cassock; he wore only his boxers underneath. He rubbed his cock, already swollen with anticipation. 

"I've missed you sweet Viola. From your confession I assume you miss me too."

His hands reached around her and began unfastening her pants. Viola grabbed his wrist stopping his movements.

"Patrick before this goes further think of Trish. She's your wife don't you want to be true to her? Plus we're in a church!!"

Patrick hugged her from behind, she could feel his hard cock pressed against her backside.. He kissed her sad face. "I am yours just as much as you are mine. Trish is my wife because you aren't. You belong to me and I'm tired of reminding you of that. I don't care where we are at, a building is a building and I want you". He kissed the back of her neck at the end of every sentence he spoke.

Viola's eyes fluttered, she couldn't fight that she missed him, the way he smelled, the way he felt, the way he tasted. They constantly played cat and mouse. She took a deep breath and exhaled. "Fuck it." She thought as she spread her legs a bit and helped Patrick position himself behind her. 

Patrick angled Viola a bit to bend over enough so that he could slide into her with ease. He clenched his teeth trying to hold back cumming as he felt Viola's sugar-walled pussy grip his dick. He slid slowly in and out of her, her pussy was tight, warm, and extremely wet. He slid in and out, fighting the urge to speed up and cum. His pressed a thumb against Viola's tiny asshole. She groaned and grunted, her asshole hadn't been touched since that night in her basement with Patrick. Her whole body was tight and hot; every stroke Patrick gave her put her one step closer to orgasm. 

"Give it to me Patrick! Fuck me fuck me!"

Patrick's pace sped up, he pounded into her. She bent over more using her hands pressed against the confessional walls to support her. Her belly hung forward as she arched her back. 

Patrick began finger fucking Viola's asshole with his thumb. He made circles on the rim of it and inserted his thumb in and out; he pushed it deep into her up to his knuckle. Viola adjusted to the discomfort, it had been so long since anything has been inserted in her ass and it had been even longer since she's been touched by Patrick. She could feel her asshole stretch open as if begging for more. 

Patrick wanted to slide into her ass so badly but no lube will cause Viola to make too much noise. He got on his knees and was face to face with Viola's puckered brown eye. He smashed his face into her ass. His tongue found her sweet asshole and worked its way around it. Viola reached a hand behind herself and pushed Patrick's face deeper into her as she moaned. Patrick reached up and fingered her wet pussy. His two fingers slid in and out of her wet hole as he tongue-fucked her asshole. 

"I'm close to cumming Patrick." she whispered.

Viola's juices flowed down Patrick's hand; he could feel her body tighten up he knew she was on the edge.

"Patrick!." she exclaimed as she exploded all over his hand. Her sphincter tightened around his tongue. As her orgasm subsided Patrick placed kisses all over Viola ass and he slowly slid a finger in and out of her pussy. 

"Oh Patrick." she cooed.

Patrick stood up, his cock was rock hard needing release but he denied himself. He helped Viola turn around and looked into her eyes.

"I need to see your naked body, I need to fuck your ass! I have a place we can go to right now, come with me Viola, don't be difficult."

Viola gave him a small smile and barely nodded as she took his hand in hers. "What kind of slave would I be if I let your needs go unsatisfied?"

The couple snuck out of the confessional unnoticed and walked out of the church...