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The Office

By: meganmurphy



How could I explain what happened to me? One day I'm living a normal life. The next thing you know, my whole world is turned upside down. 

I remember waking up that day feeling great. It was the end of a perfect week. My speech in support of the new text amendment the village wanted went better than I thought it would. I met all my project deadlines. By the end of this day, I'd be home and relaxing for the entire weekend. 

Getting out of bed that day... I remember so well the feeling of a job well done. I slipped on my robe and walked downstairs and headed for the front door. Opening it, I bent down to pick up the morning paper that wasn't there. 

Damn, I thought, looking around. I had to walk down toward the front yard gate. As usual, the paperboy missed the porch by a mile. After picking up the paper, I looked around, sighing with pleasure when I saw the brilliant sun colored sky. Smiling, I went back inside. It was going to be a good day.

Once in the kitchen, I actually took time to grind coffee beans, something I usually only did on the weekends. As the coffee brewed, I went back upstairs into the bathroom. I was about to open the door, when the phone rang. 

"Hello," I said. 

No answer. 

"Hello?" I asked. 

Hearing raspy breathing, I stayed silent, suddenly feeling a chill. Pulling my robe tighter around me, I waited. 

"I hope you wear something sexy to work today. Just the thought of you in something silky or lacy makes me hot." 

Click. I gripped the phone so hard, my knuckles turned white. Trembling with fright I hung up the phone. Who was that? I wondered, shaking at the thought that someone I knew could call me like this. 

"Calm down," I said out loud. "Take a deep breath."

I stood against the wall, thinking over the words. I decided that it was a prank obscene call. I heard about them all the time. Someone calls a made up number and takes a chance that a woman answers. That's all it was, I decided as I headed into the bathroom for my shower. 

Turning on the hot water faucet to let the water heat up, I removed my robe and looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw. I wasn't one of those women who always found fault with their bodies. Oh, I knew that I would look better with a few less pounds, but overall, I looked pretty good for my age. My red curly hair was still thick and long. My breasts sagged ever so slightly. I frowned, remembering my promise to start exercising. My stomach was pretty firm and my ass was round and high. Telling myself that I would make that call and find an exercise class, I adjusted both faucets, turned on the shower and stepped in. 

Feeling the warmth of the water as it hit my neck and shoulders, I forgot about everything except my shower. The water felt so good as it beat on my back. I got my herbal shampoo and worked the soap into my hair. Between the scent and the hot water, I was again in a perfect mood. I picked up the soap and rubbed it into my upper arms and chest. 

I was getting aroused as my hand pushed the soap over my breasts. My nipples hardened. Closing my eyes, I massaged them until they felt ready to explode. I held one of my breasts from underneath and moved the thick soapy lather all over the outside with my fingers spread wide. My thumb reached the light pink aureole and lightly grazed the area just below my nipple. I heard myself beginning to sigh as I moved my other hand holding the soap toward my pussy. Rubbing it over my closed lips, I knew that in a moment I could make myself come. 

While still massaging and teasing my nipple, I dropped the soap, letting my sudsy hand glide down my center crease, fingers easily sliding down the length of my cunt. It was so slippery and wet with the lather and water that I was able to push two fingers inside. Turning my hand, I touched my hard clit with my thumb, rotating the hard shaft in little circles to match the pace of my fingers on my nipple. The water on my neck and back felt soothing, my nipples were hard and my clit quivered as I fucked myself. Within seconds, I came. I'd swear this was one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced in quite a while. 

When the explosion stopped, I was so spent I couldn't have moved, even if the water had turned icy cold. Within a few minutes, my breathing returned to normal and I relaxed. Suddenly there were tears in my eyes. Pretending it was only water I quickly finished my shower and got out. 

Drying myself with a towel, I again looked in the mirror and couldn't fool myself. The tears were for real. It had been so long since I had felt a man's touch. Despite all my successes, I was still alone. I didn't even have a once a month lover. I tried to convince myself that I loved my life, my freedom. But at some point, the last night with Patrick always interfered. I knew that I loved living with him, wanting him, and needing him. But it was not ever really meant to be. Not that I wasn't ever asked out. A few guys had tried, some more than once, but I wasn't interested at the time. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever be interested in any kind of a relationship again. I knew if I thought too much about this, I would drive myself insane. So, shaking off the blues, I finished drying off. Sprinkling on powder, I felt some sort of normalcy in my mood return. 

"Thank heavens for herbal shampoo and powder," I laughed. 

Walking back into the bedroom, I thought about what to wear. I pulled out my beige lacy bra, snapping it in front. I stepped into the beige lacy bikini panties, pulled on a garter belt and rolled up my stockings, snapping them in place. I walked to the closet and took my light tan dress off the hanger. Buttoning it down the front, I slipped into dark brown heels. Walking downstairs, I brushed my red curly hair as I headed into the kitchen. 

Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I glanced at the paper as I added cream and sugar. I was just getting engrossed with the headline when the phone rang. Picking it up I said, "Hello." 

Silence. 

"Hello?" Silence. 

But I could again hear that raspy breathing. 

"This isn't funny. And you don't scare me. If you don't say something, I'm hanging up!" 

As I started to put the phone down, I heard the voice again. 

"You're always so beautiful. I don't know why I even called to see what you would be wearing. I've never seen you look anything but sexy." Click. Hanging up the phone, I started shaking. 

Calm down, I told myself as I sat there, wrapping my arms around me. Ok, ok, it can't be anyone I know, I thought. I'd have noticed him. I'd recognize the voice. Trying to control my rapid breathing, I felt better with that last thought. 

"It has to be a chance prank caller," I said outloud, hoping the spoken words would do a better job of convincing me. 

I stood up and walked to the sink, rinsing out my cup. Trying to act normal, I put out more dry food for my cat K.C., checked his water then went into the living room. Grabbing my purse and briefcase, I went out the side door and into the garage. Pulling out of my driveway, I put in a Paul Butterfield tape, hoping the blues would push the dread out. By the time I got to the office, I had almost forgotten. 

As I opened my office door, I felt a chill. It was so cold I almost dropped my briefcase. Looking around, I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. There were a few people at their desks, but nothing unusual. The cold went away as quickly as it had come. But a feeling of alarm set in. I couldn't loose it as I opened the door. Throwing everything onto the sofa, I walked over to my desk and sat down. "Ok, just stop and think. There is nothing wrong. You're fine," I said to no one in the room.

Only slightly convinced, I started my day. With a few phone calls to return, three reports to finish up and a quick glance at more of my newspaper, it was time for lunch. Getting up to stretch, I again felt an odd sensation. This time, it wasn't cold I felt; more like someone watching me. I opened my door, but there was no one there. I looked out the window and saw no one. I quickly grabbed my purse and left the building. 

Getting into my car, I was grateful to be having lunch with my friend Linda. Pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant we always ate at, I walked in. Happy to see her sitting at our normal table, looking so normal, I almost hugged her as I sat down and smiled. Even I almost felt normal.

"Hi! What's wrong with you?" she asked with concern in her voice. 

"Nothing," I said. "What makes you think there's anything wrong? And anyway, what kind of greeting is that?" 

"You're shaking! What happened?" 

I looked at my best friend and everything just came out. The phone calls, the feeling of sadness I felt whenever I realized I was really alone, everything. I felt damn lucky that I didn't just break down right there on the spot I was so out of control. 

"I know you're having a hard time. Patrick's death was unexpected but you've come past that. I think you're right for thinking that the calls were chance obscene calls." Linda picked up her glass of tea. "You're overreacting because you do feel so alone. But I guarantee, once you find someone, this will all change. You'll be back to your cheery self soon. I know it. Besides," she said as she took a sip of her drink. "You have to know by now how much I miss that crazy contagious laugh of yours, so stop obsessing. Everything'll be just fine," she said, putting her hand over mine on the table. 

"Ok, you're probably right," I said. But the feeling I was being watched didn't go away. 

I ordered a salad and a bowl of soup. She ordered a hamburger. We both had iced tea. This is what I needed. This is what we ordered every week and I felt normal again. As we spent the time talking, my fear disappeared. When it came time to leave the restaurant, I realized how lucky I was. I hugged my best friend hard. 

"Thank you," I whispered. "I'm so lucky!" 

After hugging me back she pulled away. "You don't have a thing to worry about. You're beautiful, funny and smart. With a little time, you'll find what you need. So don't worry. Let it happen as it's meant to be." 

Smiling goodbye, I walked back to my car, feeling better. Putting a Buddy Guy tape into the cassette player, I let the blues make mine disappear. 

Back at work, I walked into the building without feeling any strange sensations. Once in my office, everything went smooth. By 4:30, I was almost grinning as I remembered my morning fears. I just need a vacation, I thought. 

At 4:35, Dan walked in. "Sorry to do this to you. You're the only one that can handle this." 

I looked up at him, that feeling of dread again hitting me. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "It's almost time for me to go home. I put in quite a few hours already this week and I need to spend a few days away from here." I whined. Whined! Me! That's when I knew there was something wrong. I never whine.

I again felt a feeling of trepidation, believing that things happen for a reason. But for the life of me, I couldn't figure out the reason for this.

Dan looked at me with a rueful grin "The client called about ten minutes ago. This research project has to be completed by tomorrow morning. I can't do it. I have a dinner meeting at seven. There's no one else. At the most it should take you three hours. Do this for me, and you can come in late on Monday." 

I looked at him. With a sigh, I took the papers he handed me. "Don't worry, Dan. I'll have them on your desk by tomorrow morning." 

"Thanks. You're a lifesaver." 

He walked out the door, leaving me with a report. I swiveled my chair around and looked out the window. The sun was just starting to set. I watched as people walked to their cars, shouting good-byes.

Ok, I thought. So you have this report to finish. So what? Nothing to go home to except your cat. Nothing to do all weekend so what does this matter. I sighed. 

I turned back to my desk, wishing I had remembered to stock my closet with jeans and shirts for occasions like this. Every time this happened, I remembered. A lot of good it did me now. 

I got up and stretched. Three hours worth of work demanded that I have coffee. Walking through the already darkened office toward the kitchen, I thought about the office security. It always made me nervous to work after hours. All we had was a key card system and I didn't think that would take the place of a guard. 

I walked back to my office, grabbed what I would need and headed to the conference room. Putting everything on the table, I went back for coffee. As I stood there pouring cream into the cup, I thought I heard a noise. I froze, straining my head toward where I thought the sound was coming from. I listened, but after a few minutes I decided that my mind was definitely working overtime. Monday morning, I would definitely be asking for a few days off. 

Carrying my coffee, I slowly walked back to the conference room. Hearing nothing but silence, by the time I entered the room I felt better. Must have been the building settling, I thought as I sat down in front of the paperwork. Within minutes, I was engrossed with a report, penciling notes, readding figures. When the hand came over my mouth, I never had a chance to scream. 

Who the hell would have heard me anyway, I thought with my last sense of calmness disappearing. I began to struggle, terrified. The hand at my mouth squeezed harder. I stopped struggling, fearful that he would break my jaw if I didn't. I was breathing heavily with fear as I felt a mouth lean toward my ear. 

"Don't struggle. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." What could I do? I didn't move a muscle as the hand was removed. I stayed perfectly still as I felt some sort of silky cloth push against my eyes. I could feel hands fumbling with the cloth as they tied a knot at the back of my head. I was still sitting in that chair, trembling with fear. 

Again I heard the whispered voice. "Don't be afraid. I promise I won't hurt you." With that, I was lifted up from the chair, two hands under my arms helping me to stand. I was walked around to the end of the table. I was shaking so badly I almost fell, had it not been for the hands holding me up. I was turned around to so that my back was against the table. I was still shaking and could feel tears form in my eyes beneath the silken blindfold. 

"Please don't be afraid," the voice whispered. "You know me. I would never hurt you. I've wanted you for so long. Your smile and conversations were never enough for me. You've got nothing to fear. I promise." 

Even though I was terrorized, my mind raced. Who could this be? I thought. Why would someone do this to me? 

He moved closer to me. I tried to pull back but there was no where to go. His breath was warm against my ear as he rubbed his cheek against mine. Slowly and softly he moved the side of his face back and forth across mine. Placing one hand in my hair, he held my head as he pressed his cheek against mine. Still trembling, my mind kept racing. Who is this? 

Some part of me wanted to run screaming, but another part of me wondered at this show of gentleness. It's almost as if he cared! I thought. 

While still holding my head, he moved his other hand around my back, pulling me closer to him. I felt his entire body against me as he whispered, "I'm going to make love to you. I'm also going to tie you up. I blindfolded you so that you would know there is nothing to fear if you don't see my face. You have nothing to fear. I promise." 

Hearing the words "Tied up" frightened me! I started to move. I tried to push him away. 

With his cheek still against mine, I could feel him smiling. Pulling slightly away from me, he grabbed me by the waist, picked me up and sat me on the table. He moved his hands to my upper arms and held them tightly as he leaned into my mouth, kissing me gently. I kept my mouth closed, still struggling as his tongue traced my lips. The tip of his tongue gently but forcefully opened my lips. Running his tongue across my closed teeth, he brought one hand up to my cheek and caressed it. He traced my ear with his fingertip, all the while moving his tongue across my teeth. I stopped struggling as I opened my mouth wide to accept his tongue. The minute his tongue touched mine my breath stopped. We stayed in that position, me sitting on the edge of the table, he standing between my legs, kissing me slowly and passionately. It felt like he kissed me for hours. 

The sensation of his finger tracing my ear, pushing my hair behind my ear while he kissed me deeply with his tongue was more than I could bear. I could not believe what was happening to me as I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth. My tongue moved along the tip of his, slowly. As he continued to kiss me, he pushed me down on my back. That's when I came to my senses and started to struggle again. I tried to kick him as I made an effort to sit up. But he grabbed my hands and held them up above my head, forcing his body down on me. Again I heard that whisper. 

"Please stop struggling. Let me make love to you as I've wanted to do for so long." 

Again, I felt his mouth against mine. I surrendered. He was on top of me. I couldn't have escaped. The sensations his mouth created in me kept me made me give in. His tongue probed so deeply into my mouth that I could feel my breath quicken as the tips of our tongues met in another passionate tongue dance. I was so lost in that kiss. He pulled away. 

"I want you to lie perfectly still. I am going to tie you up. It has to be this way. I won't hurt you." 

He stood up, keeping a hand on my stomach as he stooped towards the floor. Being blindfolded seemed to heighten my hearing as I heard a zippered bag open. Standing up, he leaned over between my legs and caressed my face, taking his time to trace it with the tips of his fingers. He then put his hands against my waist and slid me up higher on the table. When he stopped, I was lying in the middle of the table. I felt him take my left wrist and pull it upwards. I could feel a soft piece of rope slide over my wrist as he tied it to the top left table leg. He walked around the other end of the table. Leaning over me from the right, he again kissed me with such slow passion, it took my breath away. I didn't feel anything but my heart pound as he took my right wrist and tied it high against the right table leg. He moved towards the bottom of the table and lifted my right leg. His fingers slid up my stocking calf, massaging it for what seemed like hours. He moved his hand up my thigh. His fingers played with the top of my stocking, stoking my inner thigh. My muscles trembled when he touched me. My pussy was getting wet. Again, I felt a soft loop of rope being pulled over my ankle. He pulled it out toward the bottom right table leg and tied it down. Moving towards my left leg, he held it up and slowly kissed my calf, slow soft kisses from the bottom of my ankle to the back of my knee. I felt like I was going out of my mind as he moved his mouth towards my inner thigh. He bathed my thigh with his tongue as he again placed soft rope over my ankle and tied it down to the left leg. He moved his mouth away from my thigh and I could feel him stand. He slowly walked around the table, never touching me, but I swear, his eyes felt like hands as he inspected me, fully clothed. 

He stopped at the head of the table. He leaned over me and kissed the side of my neck. If my hands had been free, I would have held him close, kissed him back. I didn't understand what had come over me, but all my fear left as he moved his hands to the top of my dress. He walked to the side of the table and sat down next to me, his thighs against my side. Slowly, he unbuttoned all the buttons of my dress. He didn't open my dress up, just left it as it was. He got off the table and moved towards the end with my ankles tied. He slid both his hands up from my ankles past my calves to my thighs. The palms of his hands fondled my moist lips right through my panties. My dress still had not opened. His hands were underneath my dress as he massaged my closed lips and ass. My pussy got wetter as his hand held my covered channel, gently stroking the lips through the silky material. I was embarrassed because I knew he could feel the dampness. Pulling his hands out from under my dress, he slowly picked up the edges of my dress and parted it. 


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I heard his breath catch as he said, "I knew you would be wearing something sexy for me!" 

It was him on the phone! I thought, but I wasn't able to feel indignation or fear. My mind and body were on fire! He withdrew a knife and I could hear him cut away my slip. 

Parting that also, he gasped. "You are so beautiful!" 

Taking the knife, he gently cut away my panties. He lifted my ass and pulled the panties away from me, leaving on only my garter belt and stockings. Sliding his hands up my body from the waist, he unsnapped my bra but didn't open it right away. If he had, I am sure he would have seen my nipples, harder than they had ever been in their life! He used his knife to cut the straps on both sides. I heard the knife close as he put it away. He stood up and by the sound of it, he was undressing. In my heated passion, I longed to see what this man looked like. My hips started moving slowly up and down. I could not contain the wetness in my pussy. 

He crawled on the table between my thighs and lay on top of me. He took my face in both hands and kissed my eyelids through the blindfold. He kissed my cheek. He moved his mouth to my ear and traced it with his tongue while his other hand caressed and traced my other ear. As his tongue ran along the inside edges of my ear, he whispered, "This will be the most passionate night of our lives. The next time we meet, you will remember me and know who I am." 

My heart was pounding as he moved towards my arms, kissing and stroking my upper arms and shoulders. He used the flat of his tongue to wash my upper chest. My bra was open but still closed as he moved his mouth towards my right nipple. He grabbed that nipple with his teeth and fluttered his tongue against it. His other hand traced the area all around my nipple, never touching it. The material of my bra got wet from his mouth as he pulled my entire breast into his mouth, never letting his tongue stop flicking my nipple. I started moaning as his other hand moved over my other breast, his palm slowly making circles on my nipple. He moved his face back towards my mouth and thrust his tongue hard into my tongue. I was straining to lift my head up so that I could kiss him deeply. I was out of my mind with lust for this man I didn't know. 

He slowly pulled his mouth away from mine. I could feel him looking at my nipples, one stuck to the material of my bra from his wet mouth, both of them hard and sticking through the fabric. Slowly he pulled my bra apart. When my nipples were finally exposed, I again heard a gasp of delight. "You have the most incredible nipples I've ever seen or tasted." 

Moving his body down, he licked my left nipple, slowly, lovingly. Oh yes, strange as it may seem, I felt a love coming from this man. It only heightened my raging desire! He moved his hands to both breasts, then tugged and pulled my nipples. He held them between two fingers as his thumbs slowly scratched them gently. I was wild with passion. I couldn't move but I strained against my bonds as the hard buds grew even harder! He moved his mouth slowly down my body. His tongue played with my navel, tickling it, washing it. He slid his hands down from my breasts slowly, moving sensually down my sides to caress my hips. His mouth moved towards my inner thighs. He licked at the place where my thigh met my pussy. Slowly he licked as he got closer and to my wide-open pussy. 

"Please," I cried. 

Lifting his head up, he asked, "Please what, my beautiful love?" 

"Please, kiss my pussy. Suck my clit. Finger my pussy and ass. Make me come. I'm begging you!" I screamed. 

I felt his breath blow warm against my open lips. Using his two pointer fingers, I could feel his eyes on my moist center as his fingers traced the outside edges of my cunt. Carefully, he moved his fingers up and down, never touching my inner lips or the clit that was hardening. My hips moved to push my pussy closer to those two fingers. But he wouldn't let me have my way. All of his fingers pulled my lips out away from my opening. 

"You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. You take my breath away!" He growled and I heard the passion building in his voice. 

Holding the lips open with two fingers, he traced my inner channel, from the top just above my clit, to the hard shaft and down to the slick entrance with the fingers of his other hand, past my opening and to my ass. Up and down, slowly, never lingering at any one spot, just moving slowly up and down. Waves of desire went through me at the thought of him looking at my pussy as he did this. 

"Please! Please put your fingers inside me!" I screamed. I know I screamed because I felt this desire so strongly and he wasn't listening to me. 

"Be patient my love. It is just as hard for me as it is for you. But I want to enjoy you for as long as I can. Be patient." 

But this time when he moved his fingers up towards my clit, he lingered there. Taking it between two fingers, he rolled and massaged the hard button, slowly squeezed it. My hips were moving up and down faster. My legs were straining at the bonds. It was as if he knew the moment was close because he moved his fingers down and slowly teased my opening. He inserted two fingers just inside and pulled them out so that he could tease me. I knew he could see me opening and closing around his finger. 

"Stop! I can't take any more! Please!" I moaned. 

He took three fingers and slowly, so slowly, inserted them into my pussy. He didn't pull them out but merely left them inside without moving them. My inner muscles grabbed his fingers tight but he wouldn't move them. Then, his wrist turned as the fingers pushed to the inside area under my pubic bone. While his fingers moved to find my g-spot, his thumb touched my clit. My body stiffened with the pleasure of waves rolling over me. His fingers moved along the ridge of my spot as his thumb pushed my clit down hard. He didn't move his thumb as his fingers slowly moved out of my pussy, only to push back in and massage that g-spot. He was fucking me perfectly with his fingers while his thumb never let up on the hard shaft he held down so firmly. I was trying to hard to make my pussy meet his fingers but he placed his upper arm and elbow down on my stomach to keep me from moving. 

"I want you to just lay back and let yourself come on my fingers," he said. His fingers pushed harder in and out, all the time searching for my g-spot. 

I swear he knew the moment when I would come. He kept his fingers inside of me, pushed against the hard ridge under my pubic bone and almost lifted me, he was massaging it so hard! And his thumb started to move in gently circles on my clit! My body stiffened as my pussy grabbed his fingers. My nipples got so hard and my clit felt so incredible. I couldn't get those fingers deep enough inside me.

"Oh my, I'm coming!!!" 

I must have felt two raging orgasms, the second better than the first. Knowing it was too intense for me, he stopped moving his fingers, let my pussy slowly relax against them. As my inner muscles relaxed, he gently scratched my g-spot, giving me another, softer orgasm. My head fell to my side as I closed my eyes. Never had I felt this way. Never. 

As his fingers slowly moved out of me, he dragged them up and out towards my clit with a gentle touch. He moved up on my body and leaned down, looking at me. I turned my head to face him and he put his fingers in my mouth, letting me taste my come. In my mind, it felt like his cock. I kissed and licked those fingers for what seemed like hours. I felt his excitement build as his mouth moved to my left nipple to gently nip and suck it while my tongue was caressing and licking his fingers. I felt his cock as he used his other hand to work his hard shaft up and down my slickened outer lips. I had never felt such a hard cock in my life as he pushed deep inside me, so deep it took my breath away. 

Moving his mouth to my lips, he plunged his tongue deep. Starting to fuck me with his cock, he pushed his tongue in and out of my mouth the exact same way his cock was pushing into my pussy! Raising his body a little, I felt his fingers brush my clit while he stroked his cock deeply in and out of my tightening pussy. 

"I want you to come with me," he moaned. 

"Oh, yes," I cried. "Yes!" 

His finger moved harder against my clit as his cock rocked faster into me. His balls tightened against my ass as his cock stiffened and stopped for a mere second. His fingers never stopped rubbing my clit. 

"Come for me right now!" he cried. 

I came. Oh, God how I came. And he came too. At the exact same time, his come was a hot splash inside me, mixing with my come. I felt drained but wanted so badly to hold him against me. This stranger. 

After a few moments, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and rolled to his side, leaning against me. I heard him sigh with pleasure. He moved his hand to cover my breast and squeezed it so gently that I imagined I only felt it, it was so slight. He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "That was the most incredible lovemaking in my life. I love you!" 

I was in a come-induced fog as I wondered what he was saying. He sat up, still holding my breast. He leaned down and kissed my lips so gently, so slowly, I thought I was dreaming! Getting up, I heard him get dressed. Finished, he untied my legs and arms. As he removed the binds, he kissed and licked my upper arms, wrists and ankles, as if he were afraid that they were injured. As I pulled my arms into my chest and drew my legs up, I turned to my side. 

"There are some blue jeans, a white sweatshirt, socks, bra and panties for you on the chair. Sorry I ruined some of your clothes." Leaning over me, he kissed my cheek. 

"Believe me, you'll know me when you see me. It won't be long before you love me as I love you. I promise." With those comments, he left. 

I was so drained I couldn't move. I almost started to drift off to sleep, when my mind became alert. Sitting up, it felt like I had been dreaming. Sliding off the table, I confirmed what I already really knew. Taking off the blindfold, I saw that the clothes were on the chair as he said they would be. And, of course, I held the blindfold in my hand, further proof, as if I needed any. As I pulled the new clothes on, I wondered what in hell had happened? And why did I feel so content? I turned and looked at the papers on the floor. Glancing at my watch, I was amazed to find it was after midnight! As I bent down to pick up the papers I suddenly heard a door open. "Oh no, I thought," caught between hoping and not hoping that the stranger had returned. 

Standing up, I heard a voice holler, "Hello? Are you still here?" 

In walked Dan. I hoped that he wouldn't notice how flustered I was. 

"Hi, Dan. How was your dinner?" I said, trying to keep my voice light and normal. 

Dan walked over to me, looked in my eyes and said, "It was pretty boring. In my mind, I felt like I was here with you." 

He touched my chin with his fingers and drew my face up towards his. As he slowly kissed my lips, I knew. As my mouth opened for his tongue, I started trembling. But this time it was not with fear. Linda was right. What was meant to be had happened. And suddenly, I felt the contentment and love I was missing. 

"Dan," I murmured as his tongue found mine once again. 

Copyright June 1998 by Megan Murphy. Not to be reproduced, copied, distributed, published, quoted or used in any way or form for any commercial gain without the express written permission of the author.



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Let me tell you a little about myself first.. I’m 5’6, with short soft brown hair and bright brown eyes. I’m a full woman, not anything skinny like those models you see on TV and I love life.. and men. I also love sex, especially sex with men who are broad shouldered and meaty. I’ve never been one for those skinny guys, no matter how many muscles they had. I have large, soft, pillowy breasts and nice round hips that curve into a full bottom. I love stockings, and find that my legs are one of my better features (along with my lips and mouth, but that’s for later). 

In my fantasy, you’re at your desk as I approach. Your office is secluded, in the back, down a hallway, away from everyone else. I walk softly, my long dress swishing as I pass others cubicles and areas. Being a manager has its perks I guess. I knock quietly and you tell me to come in, buzzing the door open. I slide in and let it shut. I notice you’re on the phone. Perfect. 

I slide over to your desk; you ignore me, trying to concentrate on your phone call. As you’re leaning back talking, I sit on your planner on the desk right in front of you. You just watch me. I blow you a kiss with my lips and start to fan myself, pretending I’m hot. I cross my legs and slide my skirt up a little, past my calves so you can see the stockings I’m wearing. They are black, with a pattern, and my legs slowly move back and forth as I rock my foot in front of you. Your eyes catch mine as you babble about work stuff into the phone. I smile sweetly. This is fun.

Fanning a little faster, I mouthed something about it being so warm in here. You just nod, speechless as you listen to the conversation. I let my shoes slide off and place my foot in your crotch. You lean your head back on the chair. I rub my foot all over your crotch, using my toes like little fingers, feeling you start to throb. Your face flushes, as does mine and I notice my breathing catches. I unbutton the top three buttons of my dress and flap them slowly, in time to my foot's ministrations. You are breathing a little harder I notice. 

As you watch, I unbutton the next two, and my top falls open, gapping across my bright orange bra. My breasts are swollen against it, pushing up and slightly overflowing. I smile. Your eyes widen at the color. I know you love that color on my tan skin. I lean forward a bit so you can see how hard my nipples are and I pinch them, moaning lowly. You’re not talking anymore, you’re just listening and you smile as I slide off the desk between your knees.

I reach up and undo your pants. I hear you talking to your boss? A client? Someone on the phone as I slide the zipper down. As the metal parts, I see your cock, throbbing and erect through your briefs. I reach in and slide him gently out, stroking and cupping softly. “Mmmm.. what a naughty boy” I whisper. You just nod, still speechless. I open my mouth and lick my lips before sticking my tongue out to lick softly at the underside of your cock. Your hand grips the chair arm as I slide my tongue up and down, feeling your skin and tasting you as I move you all over. Slowly I wrap my lips around the very head and suck hard. Your hips buck as the energy from the tip settles back into your body. I suck slowly, but strong, back and forth, milking you with my hand as my mouth slides you up and down. You’re hard as a rock, the head bright and flush with desire, as I suck and lightly scrape you with my mouth. I cup your balls, teasing them also and your hand moves into my hair. I feel you knead the back of my head as I suck harder, stronger, moving a little faster. I can feel you throbbing more and more. I slow down, teasing you and you growl softly. I laugh around your cock as I hear you try to explain your growling to the other person on the phone. 

Your hand pushes me back as I pull away and stroke you. You look at me with those heavy lidded eyes as I lick up and down, swirling my tongue around you. I shake your hands off and stand up. Your eyes follow, questioningly. I lift up my skirt, pulling it up past my stockings, to the very tops where you can see them held by the garters. Your hand slides up my leg, stopping at the lace and continuing on to that milky softness above. You caress my bottom, squeezing it as I take your other hand and place it against my bra. You pinch and pull my nipple through the material as I slowly move around to face the desk. I bend over the desk and your hands move over my ass, squeezing, kneading, touching. I know how white I am against the black garters. 

I hear your chair come forward. It gets quiet. I hear you say goodbye to whoever is on the phone and hang it up. I’m trembling from excitement and desire. I can feel how wet my pussy is from thinking about having you inside me. Your hands are on my knees, then up my thighs, finally on the small of my back and the back of my neck. You cup my breasts and release them from the confines of the bra. I moan and lean back against you. I feel your hard cock against my butt and I wiggle. Pushing me forward, you cup my tits and tease my nipples. I feel you bite at my neck. My hands are not still. I’m reaching behind me, pulling you with me as I lean forward. 

You push my down, holding me by the back of my neck. I feel you nudge my legs and I part them, opening myself to you. You reach down and guide your cock up against the wetness, sliding it up and down me, drenching you in my juices. I moan quietly, but I feel your hand reach up to cup my face. “Shhhh..” you whisper. I nod. You push hard, pushing inside, deep, completely, the whole way in my stroke. I grunt as I feel your hips up against mine, knowing you’re all the way in. I grab the desk as you start to pump me, the feelings washing over me slowly.

My nipples feel like electric charges, hard, hot, and live. My breath is labored, I’m slightly sweating, and your hands are on my hips, helping to guide you in and out of me. You’re pushing up against the desk, the drawer, my hips grinding in to it as you go faster. I’m panting now, pushing against you, reaching. I’m there, I’m over the edge, panting and orgasming as you thrust again and again. I feel you start to tremble as you lean over me, grabbing me by the shoulders and finally pushing hard into me. You throb once before I feel you fill me with your hot cum, thick and warm, pulsing out of you. I feel it again, and again as you thrust a few more times. I grunt as you lay down on me, spent and tired. 

You pull me up, kissing all over me and smile. I wrap my arms around you as you clean us off. You lean over and whisper, “Thank you baby”.



The Office



Paula was new to the office. Long, curly, fiery red hair framed deep green eyes, in an oval face. Her tall, lithe frame moves with the grace of a jungle cat. Most men in the office could not tell you the color of her eyes; their eyes never raise from the huge melon-sized breasts she carries proudly on her almost six-foot frame. One of the guys keeps turning down the temperature in the office, just to see her nipples harden through her silk blouses. They remind me of mini marshmallows sitting on top of silver dollars. She's not vain, actually she's very shy and gets embarrassed easily. As secretary to the CEO, she rarely has time to stop and chat, but when she takes the time, she has the softest, sexiest voice. Just hearing her deep husky tones makes most of the men hard and unable to be seen in public for quite a long time. I'm in the Sales Department and worked closely with Paula on several projects.

I'm not a bad looking guy, 6'8", 225 lbs., well okay, 240lbs, black hair and jade green eyes, with a muscular build. I've never lacked for female attention. Several of the females in the office and the production plants have tried to catch my eye, but I've always made it a rule to never get involved with co-workers. Paula is another matter, for her I would break any and all rules. We'll be working lat this Friday evening for a presentation on Monday; I'm going to make my move then. I've already got the perfect plan. I should not use my plan, but I have to have her.

Friday night and all is going well. I've made several changes to the proposal and waited until everyone in the office was gone before giving the changes to Paula. She looked perturbed, but cheered when I offered her favorite soda as a peace offering. As I'm waiting for the Ecstasy, I mixed in her soda, to kick in, I brushed my teeth and applied a little more cologne that Paula once said she liked. When she walked into my office with the changes, her nipples were hard as diamonds and her breathing was erratic. She kept fanning herself and saying how warm it was in the office. She could not keep still in her chair either; her legs kept crossing and uncrossing only to re-cross again as she squirmed. I knew the drug had her in it's control from previous experiences with it, this is the first time I'd ever used it to seduce someone. I found a typo and re-wrote a sentence as a ply to move in for the kill. I walked around behind her and leaned onto the arms of the chair she was sitting in and had her read my corrections out-loud to get her opinion. I knelt down beside her and placed my hand on her knee, her legs spread slightly. 

When she looked up at me, I leaned in and kissed her. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet as her lips. She was mine. The kiss did not end; I did not giver her a chance to say yes... or no. My hand slid up her silken thigh and my fingers found no resistance, she was not wearing any panties and her pussy was shaved smooth. My thumb found her hard little pearl and I could fee her heartbeat in it as I easily slid first one then a second finger up into her her already wet tunnel. My other hand was just as busy unbuttoning her blouse and freeing her confined breasts. Her hands moved to my hair and massaged my head as I lowered my mouth down to a hardened nipple. A gasp escaped her passion-bruised mouth when I closed my lips onto her perfect rosy bud. Back and forth between nipples, leaving a wet trail with my tongue and mouth, as my fingers worked in and out of her tight wet cunt, she came quickly. 

I was about to suck my fingers when she grabbed my hand in hers and used her tongue to find every drop of her own juice. Then she put her hands to my head and guided my mouth to her dripping pussy lips. There I feasted on the most succulent pussy I'd ever had the pleasure to eat. The more I made her climax from first suckling her clit then tonguing her canal, the louder she voice her climaxes. I could not take it anymore, her body was shuddering in a peak as I stood and undressed in front of her. I was extremely hard, but the picture of her legs spread, exposing her shaved cunt that dripped with cum, and her open shirt that displayed her enormous milky white breasts was more than I could take. Pre-cum was beginning to spurt from the tip of my thick 9" shaft. Before my pants hit eh floor, Paula was on her knees before me. My cock was being licked like an ice cream cone. My legs became shaky when she started sucking my balls, so I had to lean back against the desk. She never missed a stroke, her hands ran rampant of my thighs and she pushed me back onto the desk. My legs spread wide as her talented little tongue teased that extremely sensitive spot just below my balls, goo was forming rapidly on the head of my cock when she took her first lick around my anus. But when she slid her finger completely inside of me, she had to be quick to catch all the eruption from my volcano. She caught every drop and swallowed it. Sucking furiously, my balls beating against her chin as I thrust harder into her head that was held captive with my hands, thusly fucking her tender mouth.

She walked naked into my executive bathroom. I tried to regain my composure and my mind registered the water running and the rest of her movements, but I was not prepared for the next round. She walked to the mini-bar and grabbed a few lumps of ice. I watched her play with the ice on her nipples, and then she sucked it into her mouth. Then I watched her lower her mouth to semi-hard cock. I sucked my breath in deep as the mixture of the fire and ice wrapped around my shaft. The ice melted quickly, leaving only the moist heat of her mouth and tongue to torture my to full arousal. I loved it! I needed to feel her climaxing around my cock. Pulling her from my cock proved to be excruciating, her lips were locked around the base as her tongue teased me. I held firmly to her soft hair and pulled her mouth up to mine. My arms snaked around her, molding her soft curves to my hard body. As soon as I lifted her fee free of the floor she wrapped her legs around me. As I carried her around the desk, so I could sit in my chair and have her ride me, I could feel her soft pussy lips gliding along the length of me. The base of my cock was nestled against her clit and my face was buried between her breasts. 

Her legs were long enough that she could straddle the arms of my chair and leverage herself up so that I could drink from her honey pot without getting out of the chair. When she slid her body back down mine again, she had climaxed in my mouth three times. Each time she had ground her hips harder onto my tongue and mouth. I guided my thick shaft easily into her. She held her passion swollen nipples up for my inspection, offering me a taste of each before she began to voraciously ride me. She was MAGNIFICENT! Her hair in wild disarray around her angelic face, her lips parted sensuously with each moan of ecstasy, her pussy walls contracting tighter and tighter as she bounced her exquisite breasts in front of my face. Never have I seen any woman so wild with passion or so beautiful in the throws of climaxing. She bucked wilded as she peaked again and again, but now it was time for me to take control. 

I stood and placed her on my desk, pinning her arms above her head with one hand and allowing my free hand to smooth down her neck to explore her soft body. I was still deeply embedded inside of her and she was begging me to take her, but I wanted this moment to go on forever.

Pinching her swollen tips and rolling them between my fingers brought more moans from her and my her legs up over my shoulders made my shaft go into her deeper. I could feel her juices sliding past my cock and her next opening to pool on my desk. She whimpered as I pulled completely out of her and sighed when I slide the dildo from my desk back into her. She did not even realize it was not me until I started the vibrator. It was too late for her to protest by then, because as I started the vibrating, I penetrated her anally in one hard quick thrust. She was no virgin there. 

I could feel the vibration from the dildo against the head of my cock through the wall that separated the two. This combined with her writhing and moaning, pushed me over my limits of endurance. Together we came. Her body shuddered into multiple climaxes as I filled her canal. I sat and took the dildo from her body and dipped tongue into her juicy snatch and she came again.

This was several years ago, and Paula and I still go to every convention together. Often we work late in the office, all alone. Several of the men in the office have tried to get Paula to go out with them, but she refused them all, just as I refuse all the advances that women focus on me. I would have probably never touched Paula again, except when I went to get rid of the soda with the drug in it, I noticed her panties were laying next to the still full soda. She had not had even the smallest sip of it. She had planned to have me as much as I had planned to have her.



The Office



"Mrs. Barnes, will you come to my office." I announced over the speaker. A few minutes later, she entered...Tall, slim, and lovely. She came through the door.

"You wanted to see me boss?" I pointed to the chair opposite me at the desk... She sat down, slowly crossing her legs. Her skirt: sliding up slightly. My cock: starting to move towards an erection. I quickly sat back down.

"Yes, I wanted to tell you, how happy I have been with your work. Top notch!" She blushed! "Now you must not be embarrassed," I told her. "Your work has been done promptly, and efficiently, since day one!" Again she blushed. "How long has it been now?" I asked...

"Four months!" she stated. I moved around my desk and walked the length of the room, over to the door. Slowly closing it. I walked back to the desk and sat on the edge facing her. 

"How do you like it here?" I asked looking in her eyes. Oh, those pools of darkness. Pulling at me, making me want to dive in and lose myself in them...

"I love it here." "Everyone is so nice and friendly," she said. A twinkle: in here eye. "And you are such a wonderful boss to work for!" She said with a smile. Those eyes boring holes thru me! I could feel a slight stirring in my groin, so I moved around my desk and sat down.

Looking up I noticed her eyes were following my crotch as I sat down. "I am glad you like it here." I told her...our eyes locking. A knowing smile across her lips...a slight twinkle in her eye...her breathing a little quicker.

I recognized that look...have seen it many a time. Wanton. Needing: a desire there. Her eyes were betraying her. I quickly walked over behind her. I leaned over and asked her in a whisper..."What is it you want?"

"You sir!" She blushed. "I need you to take me!" "It has been so long, and I have been watching you since I started working here." "I knew I had to have you on my first interview." She looked down...tears starting to form.

"You know that would be dangerous!" And she just shook her head..."I would like that very much, but it could cause some problems if we were found out." Again she shook her head.

"I'm sorry sir, if I have caused you any embarrassment." She said. "I only wanted to tell you my needs, and hoped they might be yours also..." She looked down, again embarrassed. So shy, so fearful, that maybe she caused me some harm.

Again I leaned down close to her ear and said, "Do not worry, we will find a way..." "But for now I want you to remove your panties and give them to me!" She looked at me wide-eyed...smiled demurely and started to pull her panties off....

Before she handed them to me she held them up to her nose and breathed in deeply. "I was thinking about you all morning," she said. "Feel how wet they are..." And she handed them to me.

I placed them close to my nose...taking in her scent: smelling her arousal, I looked in her eyes as I told her..."So intoxicating, so very moist!" "You must have been doing nothing else but thinking of me!" Her eyes dropped, and she blushed...then I tasted them, sucking the nectar from them..."Mmm," I moaned, and she looked up to see them in my mouth! Her eyes got wider, and I saw her squeeze her knees together.

"OH," she said. And as I took them out of my mouth: I leaned in to kiss her..."Mmm," she moaned, as she tried to devour my mouth with hers.

"As much as I would like to continue...you must return to work," I told her. And as she stood to turn towards the door, I slid my hand up her skirt and under it...two fingers penetrated her as she gasped! 

She walked out the door blushing, a look on her face as if I had scolded her...now I need to find a way to have her. Here: on my desk! I want to take her the first time in my office...the thrill of possibly getting caught...How that will feel, being able to hear her moans, and remember they way she looks, as I am sitting at my desk everyday...

There she is...making a cup of coffee! I walk up behind her and place my hand on her tight little butt. She turns quickly; as if she was going to say something and she saw who it was... she smiled! She looked around like someone might have caught us, but she new better.

"Are you wet?" I asked as I pressed up against her.

"Yes," she said.

"Good!" I told her..."Do you think you could stay after, to work on a couple of things for me?" 

"Yes," she smiled..."What things?" Laughing quietly...

"Oh I have this feeling that something is going to pop up that needs your attention!" I saw a slight shudder. Again she smiled...this time a slight blush crossing her cheeks. "I will need your help this afternoon." I told her as someone came into the room.

"Yes sir!" she said and she walked out going back to her desk!

"Boy would I ever like to try a roll in the hay with her!" John, my foreman said. "Hot!" "That is what she is!" He exclaimed.

"You know you can get fired for making comments like that in the office!" I told him...all the while thinking to myself how wonderful it will be...

"Yes but she would be worth it...I know it!" And he fixed his coffee and left.

"Mrs. Barnes, can you work over today?" I asked as I walked by her desk.

"Yes sir!" She said...her eyes locked on mine. 

"Good," "I promise I won't keep you long," and I saw a slight look of sadness in her eyes...I winked! She smiled and blushed again...

At the end of the day as everyone was leaving I walked through the office and set a stack of paperwork on her desk..."Please take care of these for me," as I walked out the door. "I turned and said, "I need them first thing!" And walked out the door...



The Office



You come into the office on Monday morning and it's already started out to be a bad day already. You had a flat on the way to work and one of your heels have broke on the way to walking to the office. You get into your office and the phone immediately starts ringing off the hook. You answer the phone and it's your stodgy old boss and he wants some report on his desk by the time you leave today. You quickly forget about the call and can't wait to see who E-mailed you over the weekend. You boot your computer up and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears from the excitement to see if he did E-mail like he said he would. You computer finally boots up and it seems like it took eternity for it come up.

You open your E-mail and you heart skips a beat when you see his E-mail. There other E-mails but his more important. You open it up and it says he has a little surprise for you. It says just to sit back and relax and close your eyes for 30 seconds and clear your mind out. Then it says to scoot to the edge of the chair and pull your skirt up to your thighs and to pull your panties off slowly and to drop them in the floor.

I am under your desk in the dark waiting for your arrival. I have been planning this surprise for a long time but finally had the right moment to do it. I hear you open your office door and see you turn the lights on and my heart starts beating out of my chest. The phone starts ringing and I hear you curse under your breath and I chuckle a little bit. You answer it and I think it will be a long conversation. You get off the phone quickly and curse under your breath some more. You pull your chair out and I am afraid you will see me because there is not much room in here for me. You sit down and you turn your computer on. I hear it boot up and I get a nice view up your skirt and see you are wearing very skimpy panties. 

I hear you logging on to your computer and getting into your E-mails. What seems like a long time I hear a moan escape from your lips. Then I know you just read my E-mail. I see you raise up a little and pull your skirt up and raise to your thighs and see you slowly pull your panties down and sit on the edged of your chair. 

I see your beautiful mons Venus in front of me and can smell you already making my head dizzy. I start to gently kiss your foot and work slowly up your leg to the inside of your thigh. I can already see your pussy getting puffy and can feel the heat from it. I can hear your breathing getting a little faster and moans escaping from your lips. I kiss all around your pussy making you tremble with anticipation. 

I lick all around your pussy and give a quick lick on your outer lips. Then kiss around your pussy again and I keep doing this for a few seconds. I then slowly lick your outer pussy lips and I can smell your excitement and you are trembling much more now. I spread your pussy lips and I see your clit is sticking out just waiting to be licked. I give it a quick lick and I lick inside your pussy and you start to moan loudly. 

I start to lick your clit slowly then make a buzzing sound with my lips to vibrate your clit and you start to try to move your pussy closer to my tongue. I lick slowly and then fast and keep doing this for a little bit till I make direct contact with your clit and lick faster and faster. I keep licking till I feel your body spasm and a flood of your juices hits my tongue and I know you just came. I crawl from out under the desk and you have this big smile on your face. I have you stand up and I take your skirt off and your shirt and bra. I start to slowly suck your hardened nipples and to lick and kiss them. I slowly pull my pants off and boxers and my shirt and tell you to bend over the desk and to spread your legs. I slowly slide my hard cock inside you doggie style and I slowly start moving my hips back and forth going fast and slow and fast and slow. I grab your nipples from behind and start to gentle tug on them as I slide my thick cock in and out of you. You are so wet it that it is very slippery and almost slip out of you. 

I pull out and ask you to suck my cock. You get on your knees and start licking and teasing my cock and my cock feels like it is going to explode. You alternate between licking and sucking and stroking my cock and I warn you I am about cum everywhere and it is going to be very messy and sticky. I tell you to lie on the floor because I want you to watch me cum. You lay back on the floor and I start to stroke my cock faster and faster till I feel like my whole body is going to explode. 

I tell you to get closer because I want you to watch me cum all over you. I can feel my balls get tighter as I stroke faster. You start to beg me to cum all over you and I can feel a big release. I have at least 3 or 4 streams of cum to land on you. On your pussy and your stomach and your neck and some on your face. I sit down in the chair from exhaustion and watch you lick my cum from your breasts and rub my cum all over your pussy and clit. Then if as on cue your phone starts to ring.

The END



The Office



Writer's note: This was my first attempt at writing an erotic story. It is written from the female perspective because it was written by request for a female attorney who fantasized about being "taken" in her office. To my female readers, my apologies if you feel I butchered your point-of-view. At least it brightened a few intimate moments for the woman for whom it was written.

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It was Friday, and it had been the week from Hell. Another few hours and the weekend would be hers. As she walked into her office, she saw him sitting behind her desk, grinning his mischievous grin. For a moment she was startled, and then a smile crossed her face. 

"Hello, pretty lady. I hope that look of surprise is a pleasant one." He said softly. 

She walked across the room to his side of the desk, "To what do I owe this pleasure?" 

"It occurred to me that I'd enjoy knowing you walked into this office everyday thinking, the manufacturer didn't tell me this desk was for more than just writing" He winked.

She looked into his eyes as she leaned back against the desk. There was a certain intensity in them. It was as if they were dancing with anticipation, or was it expectation? 

As they made small talk, he reached down and began to gently rub the inside of her calf...lightly...teasingly. 

"Stockings...or pantyhose? Please, not pantyhose on those legs, not today." He whispered through a grin.

"Silly man, why the interest in stockings or pantyhose? I was hoping you appreciated the legs more than what was on them. Surely you aren't interested in trying them on?" she teased.

"Trust me, trying them on is the farthest thing from my mind." 

As he spoke, she realized his hand was on the sensuous skin behind her knee. She felt a warm rush flow through her body. God, could he tell the sensations she was feeling? She hoped not...not yet...she had to maintain her composure...or did she? 

"Mmm, I do believe Ms. Jayde has visited Victoria's Secrets recently."

The ringing of the phone brought her back to reality. Jesus, how long had it been ringing? "Yes, this is Jayde, how may I help you." 

She turned to face the desk. Again she felt his hand, this time above the knee...slowly, deliberately wandering...so very lightly rubbing her inner thighs. As hard as she tried, she could not squeeze her legs together to stop him. It was as if her heart rate and breath were rising at the same pace, making it difficult to talk...as if she could even think. The warm sensation flowing through her body would not go away, if anything it was growing. 

She looked back at him. How could he sit there with that damned innocent little boy smile of his...that 'no mummy, my hand isn't near the candy' look. She blushed thinking, Jayde, not a very good analogy, girl. When I get off this damn phone I am going to.... God, the phone! She had no idea what the caller had been telling her. She wanted to scream.

Slowly his fingers continued, reaching the warm, damp fabric between her legs. Gently he rubbed the fabric, pressing it between the swollen lips of her sex. Her body began to move almost involuntarily in rhythm with his fingers. The longer he rubbed, the wetter the fabric became. Quietly...slowly...his fingers eased under the legband of the panties. She knew how much he loved that feel...the wetness...the warmth...to him it was intoxicating.... and on this day, she could tell she was deliciously wet. His fingers slipped through the soft silky curls... rubbing ... teasing...finding their way to her wonderful "little magic button." As he touched it, she froze... then let out a soft, low moan. 

What must the person on the other end of the phone be thinking? She now had the phone resting between her head and shoulder as she supported herself with her hands flat on the desk, her back to him. Softly...tenderly he massaged her little button. She moved as if trying to consume his fingers. Quietly he pulled his hand from her panties. 

She looked back at him again...wondering. He continued to sit there smiling so innocently. As she looked at him she thought of how he must have cared for six foot, two hundred-twenty five pound body during his fifty-something years on this earth. He was twenty years her senior, yet in far better condition than most young men her age. She did not know which she appreciated most, his mind, or body. Without a word, he put his hands on her hips and turned her to face him. As if in slow motion he began pushing her skirt up to her waist. 

"What are you doing?" She whispered, with her hand covering the receiver. He did not answer. She felt his big hands on the waistband of the panties. "Not in here 'Crazy', the door's not even locked!" His only response was to continue pulling the panties past her knees until they lay at her feet. 

Oh God, I cannot believe I am letting him do this, she thought, as he gently pushed her onto the desk. She looked into his eyes as he parted her legs...and then all she could see was the top of his head as she felt the tip of his tongue touch her clitoris. She stifled a scream as a powerful orgasm flowed through her body like a wave bound for the shore. God, how could he do this to her, she had never climaxed so quickly. She could not believe the chemistry between them. 

"I'm sorry, something has come up here. I'll have to call you back. I'm very sorry," she told the caller. She could not even remember their conversation. 

As she reached to put the phone on the hook she felt him pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. He stood and unzipped his pants, releasing his growing erection. Their eyes were still focused on each other as he moved between her legs. She loved the intensity she saw in them.

The pressure of his entry took her breath. No matter how many times they had made love, each time he entered her, the reaction was always the same. Thank God his mouth covered hers with a passionate kiss as he pushed deep into her; otherwise the whole office would have heard her sharp cry. Her arms circled his neck...holding on as he began to move within her. The room was spinning. Her mind was racing out of control... for all she cared the whole world could walk into the office at that moment 

She could feel another orgasm building deep down inside her. She felt his body grow tense...his breath quickening...his long, slow strokes stopped...he was now simply deep within her...pelvis to pelvis...her clitoris was going wild...so sensitive...reaching that fine line between pleasure and pain...her body gripped him like a glove...his strong arms held her tightly against him...the moment so powerful...two bodies moving as one. His passionate kisses again muffled her cries and his moans as they climaxed together. 

She could not move. She was totally out of breath. Her whole body was tingling. God, she had never done anything so crazy in her life. She could only hope no one in the outer office had heard them. She looked into his eyes; they sparkled like a child's on Christmas morning. 

For a long moment he held her, before whispering, "Mmm, ready to leave for the boat?" 

"Leave for the boat? My God, I'm not sure I can even walk." Slowly she eased off the desk and tested her trembling legs. 

"Ahhhh...I feel so sorry for you" he grinned, "Better get your second wind, pretty lady, the weekend is here."



The Office



I got off of the elevator and walked down the hall to John's office opening the door and was warmly greeted by his secretary Samantha. Samantha had done wonders for John's office; she had managed to get everything running smoother then before her arrival.


"Good afternoon Sarah. How are you doing?" she asked cheerily.

"Well Sam, I am doing pretty well if I must say."

I honestly enjoyed the older woman's company and friendliness. I had gone out for drinks on more than one occasion and had become close. Samantha buzzed John over the intercom and smiled a knowing smile at myself.

"Should I," she cleared her throat "hold all of John's calls?"

"Yes please." I smiled warmly back at Samantha.

I adjusted the long black trench coat and walked back to John's office. I softly knocked twice on the door before opening it, stepping inside, and closed the door behind me and turned the lock. I turned around and looked at John talking away on the phone, he smiled at me and mouthed.

"Be off in a minute".

I nodded and sat my purse on one of the chairs by his desk. I turned and took off my trench coat and gently laid it on top of my purse. John was still yapping away on the phone as I turned the blinds down so that no one could look into John's office. John was still talking but I knew that his eyes as well as his mind were all on me. I had on shiny black mary-janes, white bobby socks, a blue plaid school girl skirt that hit mid thigh, a sheer cream blouse that buttoned down the front and a white lace bra underneath her blouse. My silky long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail; I had on no makeup aside from her strawberry flavored lip-gloss.

I walked around to the other side of John's desk and pushed the chair he was seated in away from the desk. His eyes were focused on her – I could tell he was barely paying attention to his conversation, as a matter of fact I could tell John was trying to wrap up his phone call as soon as he could. I perched herself on the edge of John's large mahogany desk, I parted her thighs just slightly so that he could see up my skirt. Not a whole eyeful, just enough to see that I had on no panties and had freshly shaved this morning. 

After hanging up the phone John scooted his chair closer to his desk and rubbed his hands up my thighs, softly stroking my inner thighs up and down. John had pushed my skirt as far up my thighs as it would go and was gently pulling my thighs further apart. He bent his head down and kissed his way slowly up her left my thigh. When he reached my pussy he started to kiss and lick and suck on my lower mouth. I leaned back on the desk, moaning in pleasure as John continued to taste my. He slid a finger into my pussy while gently sucking my clit.

When I found myself getting close, I pushed his head away from my crotch. John's confused look almost made me laugh out loud, instead I smiled and sat up straight. I lowered her eyes and bit playfully on my lip, then I licked my lips and leaned forward and rubbed John's erection through his pants. 

John leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth, forcing his tongue roughly between my lips, barley tasting my strawberry lip-gloss. I freed John's erection from his pants and was stroking him gently. I then slowed down because he was distracting me from the task at hand. He had started kissing me on me neck and making his way over me collarbone as he began to unbutton me blouse. He kissed the tops of my breasts as he unhooked my bra; greedily peeling the bra away from my round firm breasts and clamped his mouth hungrily on my nipple. He sucked greedily, kissing and biting as I shifted off of the desk so he could grab my ass; his hands cupped my backside while he switched to the other breast, I braced my hands on his shoulders while leaning slightly on the desk.

John pulled away and stood up out of the chair, he unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the belt loops on his pants, and he sat the belt on the desk and circled his pointer finger in the air. I obediently turned around and placed my hands on the desk. Bent over my skirt still partially covered my butt. John pushed my head down to tilt my hips up more and lifted my skirt up all the way to expose my ass cheeks fully. He rubbed his hands gently over my cheeks and pulled them slightly apart, bending down and flicked the tiny puckered hole with his tongue. Then he alternated between licking her ass and her pussy for a few minutes. Then he stood up.

He rubbed a hand over my round cheeks, warming them up slightly and pulled his hand away. My body tensed up in anticipation, dripping wet. I had been wet since seeing the hungry look in John's eyes when I took her coat off. He slapped my ass gently at first barely stinging, then harder and even harder. John didn't stop until my cheeks were bright red and hot to the touch. He gently kissed them to cool them down, sliding his tongue up over my ass again, flicking my tight little hole teasing her. My body relaxed into John's as he slid two fingers into my pussy. I moaned as my muscles clenched his fingers. 

Pumping a couple of times and then he pulled his fingers out of my dripping pussy and rubbed his middle finger up against my asshole. He slid his finger in all the way and all the way out slowly. He fingered my ass with one finger for a minute, then eased a second finger in and pumped deeper inside of me. He continued until he heard my moans turn to groans, and then he added a third finger deep in my ass. 

After a few more minutes he could tell I was ready and he slid a fourth finger inside and felt my asshole relax and squeeze his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of me and slapped my ass so hard that there was a handprint across my left cheek. I jumped and gasped at the shock of being given pleasure and pain so close together. 

Knowing that I couldn't take anymore he threw the belt on the floor and ran his hands over my cheeks, gently prying them apart and kissed them cheeks. He undid his pants and dropped them onto the floor and wrapped his hand around his cock. 

Guiding himself into my tight wet pussy he felt my body welcome him. I moaned as he thrust himself deep inside pulling himself almost all the way out leaving just the head resting inside of me. He smacked my on her right cheek, rocking my hips up against him causing me to be filled up again. He rocked my hips back and forth with his right hand until he felt me controlling his penetration with my muscles. I pumped and squeezed him so sweetly that after a few more minutes he had to pull himself out. 

Gently slapping my butt, he wrapped his hand around my ponytail, gently pulling my back to a standing position. I turned around and looked into his blue eyes, he glanced down at his dick; now covered with my juices. Then he looked back into my eyes and nodded his head. I got down on my knees and took him in her mouth, tasting myself on him. I kissed the head, then proceeded to suck his length gently and gently cupped his balls as I teased his shaft with my lips and tongue. 

John closed his eyes and enjoyed how skilled I was at pleasing him, moaning as I brought him so close to coming and then I slowed down then stopped altogether. John signaled for me to stand, I stood up and bent over his desk, lifting the skirt up as high as it would go. John slide easily into my pussy and pumped himself deep inside of me a few times, pulling all the way out and rubbing the head over my asshole and then sliding back into my pussy. When he could feel my body silently begging him to take me, he slid deeply all the way into my ass and pulled out. 

Pushing himself back in and pulling out over and over again until my body was pleading with him and he knew I was ready. Starting slowly until he felt my body urge him to go ahead, he started pumping harder and faster until we both came. He flooded my ass with his cum and he felt my body clenching him tightly as our breathing slowed down. He slapped me on my ass and I stood up, with him still inside of me and turned my head and kissed him sweetly on his mouth. He cupped my breasts and kissed me roughly tasting my strawberry lip-gloss. 

After a minute to compose himself he squeezed my breasts firmly and slide his hands down to my waist. Kissing the back of my neck he allowed himself to slide out of my ass and he pulled himself away to wipe himself off with some Kleenex that was on his desk. He offered the box to me and I shook my head no. He sat the box back down and pulled up his pants, sliding his belt back into place making sure that he didn't look like anything had just happened. He eased himself into his chair and looked at her. I had put her bra back on and was buttoning my blouse back up, my head was bent down as she fixed her shirt. 



The Office



Crunching up another piece of paper, I sit back in my work chair and yawn. Looking at my watch I notice it's getting kind of late. Spinning my chair around, I stand up and stretch. I can feel my shirt pulling out from the waistband of my slacks. My bra straps hang loose in the front for a moment while I lift my arms. Looking around, I see that no one is in the office. There's one light on at a desk but the seat is empty. I grab my purse and walk around my desk and towards the back door. I turn left and walk down the hall to the ladies room. The door to the men's and women's are identical save for the sign. 

Not even looking, I push open the door while checking my phone. A few new texts, a missed call, nothing is really going on. Walking in, I put my phone away and drop my purse on the small modern looking sofa. Looking in the mirror, I see myself. My hair is a little disheveled from working all day. But all in all it's just how I looked when I left for work this morning. I take off my glasses and clean them before reaching into my purse; I pull out some lip-gloss and put a little dab on the middle of each lip.

Smacking my lips together I put the gloss back in my purse and turn around, my heels tapping quietly on the tile. Pushing open a stall door, I pull out some tissue paper and wipe the seat. Turning around I unbutton my slacks and shimmy them down to my ankles. My white oxford hangs down to my hips covering half of the blue boy shorts I'm wearing. Looking down, I put a thumb under each side and push down as I sit on the toilet seat. I can feel the warmth between my legs slowly cool with the lacy panty no longer there. I spread my legs, the soft fabric of my slacks rustling around my ankles. Slightly apart, my legs stop, trapped by the waist of the pants. I lean back simply relaxing for a moment.

It's been a long day. Lunch was hours ago and dinner is for when I get home later. I close my eyes and can still see the huge pile of work I still have to do. My left hand moves in between my legs. My palm rested against my mound idly stroking through the hair. The soft gentle touching over my pussy excites me. A soft moan escapes my lips. "I like my job," I think to myself, "but it can get to be too much." Working everyday has slowly drained the excitement from my life, moments like these are when I wake up from the banality of paperwork and the monotony of my 7am-3pm existence. "Maybe when I get transferred things will be better," I think. A moan slowly turns into a whimper as I feel my middle finger slide into my moistening slit.

I crack my eyes, looking down I see my hand between my tan white thighs while my breasts slowly rise and fall. My other hand struggles with the top two buttons of my shirt. One, two, my shirt is open. The skin above my bra begins to cool but stays warm. My thoughts disappear as I watch my hand push down my bra. The straps dig into my shoulders then ease up as my breasts slip free of the bra. Air-conditioned coolness on my nipples, I lean back on the toilet. My middle finger is joined by a second.

My lips part slightly releasing a moan louder than any previously. I feel a wetness spreading down the joint of my thighs. I look down, watching my hand, hearing for the first time the rhythmic squelching my fingers are making as they penetrate over and over. I laugh, amused at the sound, but my laughter turns quickly into another whimpering moan as my legs involuntarily widen. My back arches, tilting my head towards the ceiling. I feel a cool slide next to my ears, my earrings I realize. My glasses seem suddenly heavy, and my face is warm and flushed.

My right hand is slowly teasing my nipples, playing with the metal ring in my left breast while my other hand is finding some natural rhythm. I'm breathing harder and faster, each sweep of my finger elicits a new and louder moan. I am alone in my private world; oblivious to all the concerns and worries I had five minutes ago.

I don't notice the barely audible sound of the washroom door swinging open. My fingers pull out, too far this time and I begin leaking. The smell fills the stall, I breathe in, shuddering as I open my eyes. Down, past my exposed breasts, beyond my sodden bush, and under the edge of the stall door is a pair of gleaming black dress shoes... 



The Office



It was another boring day of making the graphics for the word presentation that she had already written out, nothing she was certain would hold her interest; just circles, triangles and arrows. She looked at the computer screen dully, she had put a triangle, arrow and circle side by side and was searching the depths of her soul to commit the sizes and placement of the geometric objects to optimize the text that she would then transfer into the shapes. She tried arranging the shapes to make it appealing to her -- circle over triangle with an arrow pointing up, then triangle over the circle with the arrow beside pointing between the two...nothing seemed to jump out and grab at her. She shifted her chair and tried not to look at the office window, the sun teasing her to come out and play. This was work, damn it, she told herself, and she had to focus. She peered closer at the image of the triangle over the circle with the arrow in between and wondered... 

She flipped the triangle upside down so it was pointing down toward the circle. She started to drag the arrow back and forth in and out of the circle. She frowned, it didn't seem right. She made the circle smaller and more ovate by stretching out the top and bottom while narrowing the sides...then she increased the size of the arrow. That looked better she thought as she started to drag the arrow back and forth once again into the now oval with her arrow. She smiled though she didn't know why. 

"That's an interesting design," Mark the office boy said from behind, startling her. "Reminds me of something...a cunt touch." 

"Excuse me?" she said as she swirled around in her chair to face the scrawny pock marked face of the office intern, "What did you say?" 

Mark's eyes went wide in alarm and stuttered out, "On your computer screen...it looks like one of those cartouches. You know that Egyptian writing?" 

Every muscle in her body relaxed as she responded, "Oh." She swirled her chair back so that she was facing the screen again. "This," she said as she took the arrow that was stuck in the middle of the oval out, "Is a very important part of the creative presentation process...very important." 

"O.k.," the frightened intern said and backed away slowly then turned and walked quickly away muttering to himself about the dangers of project graphic stress. 

Ok, she told herself, back to work. She frowned and thought that perhaps she should find Mark and apologize for her behaviour, after all he was just learning the ropes plus still dealing with the trauma of childhood. When he was twelve and in the throws of the pubescent hormonal fluxuations, he had become infatuated with a hollow tree knoll to the point he just to have it...unfortunately a family of hungry squirrels thought highly of their home as well. When Mark went to show his affection for the tree, the squirrels thought that it was an attack and well...she knew immediately afterwards that she never should have asked him why everyone called him "Stubby". 

Back to work. She looked at the oval with the triangle over top of it. She clicked on the arrow graphic again and placed the arrow pointing up under the oval, then clicked another arrow in and within moments she was once again transfixed by the arrow piercing the oval slowly then quicker then quicker...She took her hand off the mouse. How could she let her mind wander so? She was quite aware that it had been a while and though she knew she could get a man anytime she wanted; hell, there was one who had gone as far as renaming his hand after her which was both complimentary and terrifying at the same time -- she knew it would be best to wait for the right one, not the one right now. 

She looked at the screen again. She enlarged the arrow just a little bit more and started tracing the outline of the circle slowly and then started moving it closer toward its center. She really needed that little vacation that was coming up she thought to herself, if this exercise was any indication. She licked her lips and she felt a wetness starting to form under her pants. Oh come on now, she thought to herself, it's a frigging work presentation. She thought it best to just close her eyes and compose herself before this got too carried away..... 

"Excuse me, miss?" a deep gravelly sounding voice rumbled beside her ear; she could smell a mixture of pepperoni and pickled eggs wafting to her nose from where the voice was centered. 

Oh please let this be a dream she innerly whispered to herself. She slowly opened her eyes -- the computer screen still had the upside down triangle over the oval with the arrows stuck in the center and on the bottom. More disturbing was that she could feel the hot breath of someone beside her. She turned her eyes toward the breathing; it was a funny looking man in a brown fedora, tan trench coat with the collar lifted up to cover the his neck. He looked like he hadn't shaved for about a week. 

"Excuse me, miss?" The man said with a more insistent tone. 

Without moving her neck, scared by the fact that a strange man had gotten not only into a secure office but found his way into her cubicle without anyone at least yelling something to give her a heads up about the matter. "Can I help you?" She said in her most mouse-like voice she could muster hoping that he wasn't some disgruntled user of the office program she was working on. 

The man looked at her grimly and said, "The image on your screen." 

It was time for her to take charge of the situation she decided. She turned her chair to face him and asked in a dangerous tone, "What about the image on your screen." 

The man didn't budge from his leant over position but looked her straight in the eyes and answered, "That's my image -- you have to get rid of it...please." 

"What?" 

"I work for the Powers-that-be and that's my assigned Incan glyph page," the man responded. "There seems to be a glitch in the celestial communications department. For the past half hour I've been popping my head into my boss's office every two minutes asking what he wants...he's getting quite irritated about it." 

She was confused. "So what's that got to do with me?" She was going to add what kind of boss would give an employee such a pornographic pager in the first place before she realized she was making one arrow have anal sex with an oval while she penetrated the center of it with another arrow and thought she should just keep her mouth shut about that. 

"What's that got to do with you? My boss is a real hard ass." The man straightened up, folded his arms and sternly said, "The last time he got mad at me, I spent a month in the spice mines of Kessel chained to a very flatulent Wookie. The work wasn't so bad but the Wookie had a really rich diet so every time he bent over I got both wind burn and a shower...So get rid of it until the communications department gets rid of the fuck up." 

"Huh?" 

The man sighed loudly, rubbed his forehead just below his fedora and then leaned over to the 'escape button'... 

That was it! She decided that she had just about enough of this nonsense -- she didn't know who was setting her up with this shit, probably that Mya bitch two cubicles over, but she wasn't going to have anymore of it. She grabbed his hand as he had almost made it to the keyboard. She stood up, pushed his hand away and growled, "No body touches my buttons except for me." Soon as she said it, she kicked herself for her wording. She hoped that he hadn't noticed. 

"Really?" The man said challengingly. 

"Really." 

The man reached over and undid the top button of her blouse, then looked expectedly at her. 

She took a deep breath and warned the man, "I wouldn't do that again, mister." 

"The name is Jared," the man said. He undid another button on her blouse, "And I don't listen to people who don't ask nicely." To make sure that he was understood, he undid another one of her blouse buttons so that her lacy bra popped forward out of the fabric prison. 

She wasn't sure what exactly she should do. She knew she should re do the buttons up and then call security but for some reason she didn't want to. She started to think of this in a rational manner -- obviously, this was a dream, this wouldn't happen in real life, so maybe she should just go with the flow...for the moment. She decided to repeat her warning instead. "I said don't touch my buttons." 

The man undid the front latch on her bra and her breasts nodded their approval. He took his finger, poked her left nipple and went, "Beep." He folded his arms in front of his chest again, a smirk on his face. 

This was just too much! Well, she thought, two can play this game. She was in perfect position; her head was just above his belt buckle level. She softly massaged his bulge for a moment before taking her other hand, reached down, and undid his zipper, poked her finger into the zipper opening and went, "Beep." She hadn't expected the reaction she received. She had heard men sometimes went commando but when his semi erect penis popped out and beeped her back on her nose....it was a battle of wits -- one that she would win. She reached out to his quickly hardening member and gripped him firmly by it while she cupped his balls in her other hand. This will show the fucking cock sucker whose boss she thought to herself as she kissed the head of his cock and then licked her way down his shaft and then back up. 

She looked up at the man and stuck out her tongue defiantly before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. She licked down and stopped at his balls and began to suck, lick, gently bite them and then let them roll around between her teeth. She then licked her way back up his shaft and sucked on the tip of his cock, letting her tongue flick the tip. She looked up with a mischievous glint in her eye and raked her teeth across the head; very gently. She kissed the tip and continued to suck on it. She began to slowly move her mouth down the shaft, taking in the whole length, inch by inch until she reached his balls. She could feel him at the back of her throat. She moved her mouth back up, letting her tongue flick the tip of his cock. Then she went back down. She moved slowly at first, but then she found a rhythm that worked for not only her but from the low groans she heard, for him as well. Her mouth went up and down, up and down as his cock slid in and out, in and out of warm, moist mouth. Her tongue flicked the tip each time it came up. 

She waited until she would feel the trembling of his member when it was gliding along her lips then stopped. She leaned back in her chair and looked up at the man who was still weaving back and forth in extasy and simple said, "I push buttons...you don't." 

The man's eyes popped open and looked down at her. "Oh really?" 

"Yep," she said in a steady self assured voice. 

The man knelt down and took her left nipple into his mouth as his one hand cupped her right breast. She could feel his other hand sliding up and down the outside of her jeans -- the friction of the denim moving her contained pubic mount causing her to start to slowly seep her juice into the thin panties she was wearing. She closed her eyes and tried to stem off the excitement as his mouth switched nipples. 

"They aren't my button," she said rather unconvincingly. She heard and felt her jeans buttons being undone and unzipped, then pulled off her legs. She hadn't even realized that somehow her ass had lifted itself off the chair a little bit to aid the rude man in his task. Betrayed by my own body, she cursed then stifled a groan as the man gave the tip of her nipple a bite and his thumb had found the hood of her clit and had started to rub along its edges. 

The man's other hand moved down to her thighs, and slid one of his fingers into her pussy; it had been so long that she had tightened up so even the girth of his finger sent tingles of pleasure through her very core. He trolled his tongue down from her breasts and down towards her lusty hairy mound, her hips disregarding her mind's orders to play it cool but instead straining up to meet his lips with their own. The tip of his tongue flicked the top of her engorged clit, her pussy lips tightened against his finger and she came hard, her juice spraying itself down his hand and wrist. He smiled. 

He took his thumb from her clit but did not stop the slide of his finger into her but increased its speed and forcefulness as he rolled his lips around the leaking liquid, sucking it up into his mouth. The combination of his finger and hot breath along her sensitive lips was more than she could take. She grabbed him by his arms and hoisted him up to where his cock now rested on the edge of the chair just in front of her wanting sexual lips. 

She then grabbed him by the neck and brought his head and lips to hers, kissing him deeply, mixing the taste of him in her mouth with the taste of her in his. She lashed her tongue at his then pulled back. 

"Push my fucking button," she demanded, "I double dare you." He gave a slight nod and moved his hips forward, letting his tip rub lightly against her pussy lips on the sopping chair. She was in no need to play; she grabbed his ass and forced him deep into her. She began to cum again as soon as she felt his pubic hair tickle her pulsating clit and she dug her fingers deep into both his as cheeks and started to just grind their pubic mounds into one another lustily. She started to pump him back and forth into her until she was satisfied that he got the idea of how fast and hard she wanted him to fuck her with that seven inch cock of his. She thought that maybe it had been too long if she was dreaming of seven inches, but with the pleasure the feel of his tip brushing the sides of her vagina was giving her, she made a mental note to increase the size the next time she had a wet dream. 

He moved his head down and began licking on her breasts. He licked the nipples, sucking on them, biting them and making them hard, one and then the other. He kissed on the mouth as he moved his cock back out and then in. He began to pick up speed as she started to thrust her own pelvis out to meet his thrusts, the chair squeaked rapid bursts of noise but she didn't care at the moment. He kneaded her breasts as they fucked harder and harder, she could feel him growing even longer and thicker inside her hot pussy. She clenched her muscles together rhythmically to match his piston like bursts in and out of her he gave one last deep thrust as she started to cum and pulled out, letting his own cum spew like a volcano between her thighs that had rivers running down their sides from her own pleasure. 

The man stood up, brought his pants back up to his waist and buckled his belt back up. She didn't know what to do, so she followed suit, with the added hassle of having to do up her bra and blouse. Lazy prick she thought, he undid them, and he should have to do them back up again. He gave her a quick wink, quickly reached over and pushed 'escape'. The computer screen went black. 

The bastard! She thought to herself. 

"There I pushed your button," he said with a self satisfied look on his face. 

"I was just faking it," she protested. The man looked at the puddle that they had made just under her chair but said nothing, simply held up a dagger in his left hand and muttered something under his breath. 

Oh fuck, I'm dead, she thought to herself. A bright light flashed behind him, it looked like a door. Great, now I'm supposed to go into the light too, she cursed herself, at least I don't have to finish this damn project graphic... 

But instead of driving the dagger into her now covered breast, the man put his dagger back in its sheath. He tipped his fedora to her and stepped back into the doorway made of light and disappeared. 

She looked at the spot beside the cubicle wall where the doorway of light had been. She must have been dreaming she decided. She turned her chair around, pushed herself a little bit closer to the key board and reopened the graphics program. The arrow, circle and triangle appeared side by side. She decided that she just must have dreamt the entire thing. She chided herself for being such a silly girl...imagine, having sex in the office with a total stranger. 

Mark the intern walked briskly into her cubicle, "Here's the raw data for the program analysis due next --" he started to say but was interrupted as his foot stepped into something beside her chair and caused him to slip and crash hard onto his back. She was about to get up to see if he was alright when the slight lifting of her butt of the seat created a draft of air that warned her she really needed a towel....she now had a new problem to contend with, other than the graphics and the intern bleeding profusely from the head all over her cubicle floor...was it real, was it a dream, or did she just need to really check out the "Depends" shelf the next time she was in the grocery store? 

fini



The Office



---- Monday ----

"I know you wanna fuck me."

"Actually, I don't." He said. 

We shared an office; company expansion, phenomenal growth, and all that shit. So, they said there was no other solution, at least until they built a new corporate headquarters and had more office space. That could take years!

"Come on, every guy I ever met wanted in my panties. I know how good I look; I've had enough men, and women too, ask me why I don't model." 

"No argument from me on that point; you are, as you say, fuckin' gorgeous." He said, as he worked at his PC.

"And I've seen your hard-ons. Shit, you got one right now; I saw it when you got up a minute ago." 

"It's just a normal reaction to seeing your bare pussy whenever you bend over in those micro-mini skirts you insist on wearing."

"You know you love it."

"That rich bitch celebrity you always see on the Internet flashing her bare pussy - is she a friend o' yours; a relative, maybe?" 

"I bet you get stiff looking at her pictures too, don't you?" 

"If I didn't think I'd be the one to get fired for sexual harassment, I'd send a complaint to H/R about you, right now, for consistently not wearing panties and showing off your naked pussy every chance you get." He grumped.

"How can you not want to fuck me with that bitchin' monster in your pants? It must be painful."

"It is painful. And you're painful. Now shut up, and get back to work! We've got a deadline."

"Hey, I can work and talk at the same time -- oh sorry, I forgot, you guys find it more difficult to multi-task than us girls. Hey ... maybe I could just crawl under your desk and suck you off -- I really love the taste of cum." 

"Geeez! Will you just knock it off?! I really have to finishing testing this module." He said, sounding more and more frustrated.

"Well, if you unloaded all that hot cum that's pent up in your balls, into my tight pussy, you'd be much more relaxed and you'd find it a lot easier to concentrate on your work. But ... what do I know?"

I looked over at him -- we sat back to back in the tiny space -- and though I could not be sure, I think he had one hand in his lap while the other manipulated his PC's mouse.

"Are you jerkin' off over there?"

"No!"

"I bet you are. What are you going to do when you cum? Unload in your shorts? That would be sooooo disgusting."

"Would you pleeeeeeease ... shut ... up?!" 

"You know, it would be so easy to just take a few minutes; I could scooch forward in my chair and spread my legs for you -- like you said, there's no panties to get in the way -- and you could just pump it in me a few times ... and then I could sit here and I could lick your cum off my fingers the rest of the afternoon as it oozed out of my cunt. I told you that I really love the taste of cum, didn't I?"

"Yeah ... and what if somebody walked in? We'd both get fired. Naw, on second thought, I'd get fired ... you'd claim sexual harassment and get a medal. Probably get a promotion, too. Now, leave me alone!"

"Shit, nobody ever comes in here, 'cept you and me. But OK, have it your way then; I'm just going to have to get off without you." 

I wasn't kidding, either. All that sex talk had gotten me all worked up. I stuck my fingers up under my skirt; it was so short, I didn't even have to pull it up very much. The sound of my fingers working my very wet cunt was quite obvious in the tiny office. I knew he heard my breathing start coming in short gasps. I moaned, but I had to keep it down; after all, we were in an office. But, it had to have been totally apparent to him when I came.

"Oh that was good. It would have been a hell o'va lot nicer, though, if it had been your cock inside me, baby."

He got up and left the office, in what I thought was a bit of a huff. He came back in a few minutes carrying a styrofoam cup of herbal tea in his hand.

"Had to go the men's room and beat off, huh?" 

"No! And even if I wanted to; there's no doors on the stalls. I heard it was something about guys doin' dope, or some really stupid shit, like that. I don't know, but this place really sucks!"

"Oh poor baby. Well, I'm satisfied now; so no matter how much you want to fuck me now, you'll just have to wait 'til tomorrow."

"And I can't even say 'go fuck yourself' because you just did. So, please ... just leave me alone!"

---- Tuesday ----

I like to get in the office early; so I was happily working away on revising a program when he walked in. He didn't even say 'good morning'.

"So, did you make it home last night before creaming your jeans? Or did you have to whack off in the parking lot, before leaving?"

"Ah shit ... not again!"

"Geeez, I hope you're not one of those guys who, like, hold it in forever. Ya know, like one of those religious fanatics ... can't spill the sacred seed ... like that?"

"No! I am not!" 

"Oh good; if you were, I'd be really scared. They're the ones that show up at the office with AK47s."

"I wish I had an assault rifle ... right now!"

"Oh ... you don't mean that."

"Try me!"

I got up from my desk and took the two steps over to his desk, and sat on the corner of it. My black micro-skirt didn't hide a thing, and of course as usual, I wore no panties. I feel so much freer without them. I spread my legs apart a little, too -- hmmmm, maybe it was a lot. I twisted a little on his desk so my naked exposed cunt was facing him.

"Don't you just love shaved pussies, like mine? So many guys tell me how much nicer it is eating a bald cunt. No hairs getting stuck between their teeth, or tickling their noses."

"I don't fucking believe this!"

I pulled the stretchy material of my low cut top down with both hands.

"Look ... I didn't wear a bra today ... just for you. Do you like 'puffy' nipples? You know, you could just lean over a little and then you could suck on them. I bet you'd really like that, wouldn't you?"

"I gotta get out o' here!"

He got up and left the office. He returned five minutes later.

"Oh fuck ... you're still here!"

He sat at his desk again and set his cup of tea down. I was still sitting on his desk.

"I've been rubbing my clit while you were gone; getting myself all wet and ready for your big cock. Oh look ... you're all hard again inside those tight jeans."

I leaned over very quickly, and then grabbed his hard-on and squeezed him. He really did feel quite large.

"Holly fuck! Stop that!" 

He yanked my hand away. 

I sort of reversed things and grabbed his hand and shoved it up under my skirt.

"Feel how wet I am? And it's all 'cause of you baby. Now tell me you don't want that big monster in this tight sweet little cunt."

He was not so fast to yank his hand away this time. I pulled on his hand more and felt a finger squeeze up inside my cunt.

"Oh gawd baby ... oh that feels so fuckin' good."

And it did.

"I can't believe this is happening!"

His finger went deeper inside my wet velvety hole, then came out, and then went back in as he started to finger fuck me.

"Oh yes baby ... but what I really need is that huge cock of yours inside me."

I reached over and unzipped his jeans. He did not resist. I fumbled around as he continued stroking my cunt and I finally got his thing out. It was even larger in person that I had supposed. I stroked it and a large bead of clear liquid oozed out of the tip. I wiped it off with my finger tips and put it to my lips -- I really do love the taste.

"Baby ... I need that big cock of yours ... right now!"

He stood, shoving his chair back as he did so, and he positioned himself between my already spread legs. He pulled my hips to the edge of his desk and I felt the warm head of his hard cock press against my pussy lips. It slid up my crease, parting my slippery wet lips and then it rasped over my ultra sensitive swollen clit; my body shuddered all over. It would have been nice to have him do that for hours, but I really was desperate to have him inside my cunt.

I grabbed him and guided his cock to my hole.

"Now fuck me baby ... fuck me!"

He pressed into me. I was so tight, and he was so big, that it took him awhile to get all the way in. I pulled my top down again; he grabbed and squeezed both my tits. It was quite breathtaking.

"Do you like the way your cock feels inside me baby? Can you feel my cunt squeezing your cock? Do like that baby? Now fuck me ... fuck me hard!"

He did; hard and fast. I rubbed my clit frantically and we both came at about the same time. I was a little ahead of him, and it felt so fuckin' awesome. My whole body went rigid and my cunt contracted and clinched his cock over and over. Maybe that's what got him off, 'cause he tensed up and grunted; and then he shoved it deep inside me one last time as his cock erupted and his warm cum filled my cunt.

The door opened.

"What's that noise in ... holly shit! What the fuck is going on in here?!"

He pulled out of me immediately and turned toward the sound of the door opening. He faced the door with his hard stiff shaft pointing directly at the intruder; a long thick white string of cum fell in slow motion from the tip; parted from his cock, and landed, forming a large round white spot on the carpet. His jaw fell open and he stood mute; totally stunned.

"Oh, Mr. Harris ... I'm so glad you're here! He made me do it! He said his best friend works in human resources and that if I didn't let him fuck me, he said he'd get me fired!"

Tears welled up and poured down my cheeks. 

I don't think I mentioned, did I, that when I graduated with my degree in Comp. Sci., I had a minor in Theater and Drama? I've always loved the stage. I do some work with a little acting troupe locally; we really have a great time.

"You! In my office; now! And zip up those fucking pants!"

"And you, get cleaned up. H/R will be calling you -- they'll need a statement, or some shit like that. How the hell do I get stuck with crap like this, anyway?!"

And I got to spoon his cum out of my cunt with my fingers the rest of the day. It tasted so good.

---- Wednesday ----

I spent the morning working on my project -- I was almost done and I would surely beat the deadline by at least two days. I might get that promotion, after all. The other desk sat empty and I wondered who I'd be sharing my office with next.

Around eleven, the door opened and a really nerdy looking figure walked in. Penny loafers -- who the hell wears penny loafers anymore -- white socks, black pants and a white button down shirt (only the plastic pocket protector was missing) and a hair cut so short, it almost looked like a buzz cut. 

"Hi; I'm Sally. Oh my ... aren't we the 'looker' -- hmmmm, I have a feeling I'm going to really enjoy working with you, honey. We're going to get along ... just fine!" Her eyes were riveted on my ultra short skirt.

Fuck!



The Office



It was a dangerous game they were playing and if caught they would surely pay the consequences. She had only worked at the office for a year but already knew her way around the higher ups and she knew if found out she definitely would be terminated. He had been a CEO of the company for the last four years and he knew what his price would also be. 

Their affair was one that was not only dangerous but also flammable. They were sure noone in the office was aware of what was going on, they had kept it so low keyed, but you could never be too sure. Working in different sections of the office, noone guessed that when they decided to work late they weren't actually working. 

Sylvia was a beautiful woman, slightly overweight with breasts that a man could hold and suck for hours. She wore her clothing appropriately and never wore anything too revealing. Christian had noticed her a few weeks after she had started working as one of the secretaries and the minute their eyes met he knew that he would possess her. One way or the other he would have her no matter what the consequences.

Tonight of all nights was probably one of the hottest in the city and when the office closed there would still be two lights on. Sylvia told the others that she still had a pile of work and would be there most of the night when they had asked her to go out and have a drink with them. She told them that she felt bad for always having so much work to do but she had to keep her job to pay the bills since her husband had been laid off. Everyone knew the story that Sylvia gave about her home life and how her husband had been unemployed for the last few months and couldn't find work as a contractor.

Once everyone was gone and she was along Sylvia gave herself a minute to breathe. She felt bad for lying but she knew that the office thing had to be kept quiet, if her husband ever found out he would kill her for sure. At least she thought so anyhow. This kind of betrayal would be the last straw for her marriage but she just couldn't tell Christian no. She was in love with him but she didn't want him to know. It would only cause problems between them and she didn't want that. 

Thinking about how they had met six months ago she began to get wet. They were in the elevator when the damn thing had stopped for no reason. They were stuck in that box for over an hour but had found something to entertain them. He introduced himself to her while they were each standing in their corners and she replied in turn. He asked her about herself and out of the blue and quite shockingly he told her that he was attracted to her and asked her if she would mind if he kissed her. He was so handsome she thought and she told him that he shouldn't but that she really wanted him to. 

He came to her corner and holding her face so tenderly he placed his lips ever so slightly on hers and traced her lips with his tongue. He then deepened the kiss when he felt her respond and the next thing she knew his hands were all over her breasts. He told her what he wanted to do to her while they played swords with their tongues. She told him that she was married and that she had never thought about another man until now. 

He told her that he had never done anything like this before and for some reason she believed him. As they continued to kiss his hands moved further down her lush body and reaching under her dress he found her treasure. She moaned the minute his hand touched her lips and he started to rub down there. She told him that she wanted to feel his cock as she began to unzip his dress pants. 

All of a sudden the phone on the elevator wall rang and they both stopped in shock. He turned and lifted the phone told the person there were two people inside and the person on the other end told him to be calm, they would have it fixed within the hour. He said thank you and hung up the phone. Turning back to her he could see that she really wanted to continue where they had left off. He went to her and yanked her dress up asking her in the meantime if she wanted him to fuck her. 

She looked at him a bit surprised and hesitantly said yes. He pulled a condom out of his pants pocket, how convenient and rolled it onto his hardened cock. She had never seen anything so big in her life, her husband wasn't as big as she had once thought he was. Christian asked her if she had ever been fucked up her ass and she told him yes that she loved it. He told her to turn around then and hold onto the bars on the sides of the elevator. Doing as she was told he bent down and licked from her wet pussy all the way back to her asshole, getting her lubricated. He put the head of his cock in and asked her if she was ready. She told him she was and began to push against him. 

She sighed saying "This feels so good!" and he began to pump faster. 

She gave him complete control of her body without a second thought. She realized for some reason this all seemed right. He told her that he was going to cum in a few minutes but he wanted to fuck her pussy before he did. Stopping the ass action she quickly went down on her knees and drew his swollen cock into her awaiting lips. She sucked him for a few minutes while looking up at his face. He had his head thrown back and his eyes closed telling her that she was a good cock sucker and that he loved what she was doing, how he wished things were different. At that he opened his eyes and looked down into hers, he told her that he meant what he said but circumstances were beyond his control. 

She asked him if he was ready and told him that she was and she couldn't wait any longer. He pulled her up to stand in front of him, breasts standing firm and a wet pussy to explore. With her taking hold of the bars he lifted her up against the wall, and slid his cock in so fast that at first she didn't realize it, until he started to rock her against the same wall. As she was being fucked, she wrapped her legs around his waist and told him that she wanted it faster and as hard as he could. She began to squeeze her muscles which he could feel and he told her he was coming. As she gave one last squeeze, that was all he could take, it felt so good that he rammed his cock in and out until he heard her breathing change and knew she was coming also. 

She kept telling him he was a bad boy and that she wanted it harder. As he kept pumping, even after he was done himself, he brought her to a climax she never thought was possible. She clamped down on him and started to ride him, up and down, up and down until finally going limp against him. Standing in that elevator still intertwined with each other they kissed one last time. Letting her slide down to the floor Christian told her that they had better hurry and get dressed. She laughed at that and asked him if this had really happened. He told her that it had and that he would like to do it again some time but it would totally be up to her. 

Standing there in the elevator, briefcase in hand Sylvia knew that some things in her life had just changed. No longer would she be satisfied with her husbands lousiness in bed. She would have to show him a thing or two that she had learned at the office. She couldn't wait until the next time she was trapped in an elevator with Christian, perhaps he would teach her something else. 

As the elevator started to move again, Sylvia wondered if this was just sex for Christian or if it would turn out to be something else. She would have to wait and see what he had meant when he said that he would like to do it again. Reaching over to her Christian lifted her hand to his lips and gave it a soft gentle kiss and told her that he hoped she had enjoyed the time they had spent in the elevator. With a blush and a wicked smile she told him that she had and that she hoped there was a next time like he wanted. 

Walking out of the elevator, he turned to her smiling, holding out his hand. He told her that he hoped she would be all right and walked away. The repairman standing there asked her if that was Mr. Christian Sanders.

Blinking she said "Yes that's him, he is a very kind man. You wouldn't believe how calm he kept me in that elevator. I hope Getting stuck in there doesn't happen again." The repairman told her that it should not have happened this time, he couldn't see anything wrong with the elevators electrical panel. 

Walking away from the repairman Sylvia just smiled and whistled her way to work.



The Office



Brooke sat at her computer watching the clock. It was Friday afternoon when Rick, the bank manager startled her by tapping her on the shoulder.

"Before you punch out tonight, I need to see you in my office."

Brooke smiled at Rick, "Yes Sir."

Her heart raced as she watched Rick leave and close the door to his office. She was interested in him, the way he moved, the way he dressed and his control. She had even fantasized about him as she masturbated, but there was another issue that she was concerned about. 

Brooke was a thirty-one year old divorcee with one child that lived with her ex. It was a messy divorce due to her walking out and cheating on her ex-husband. She was trying to get her life back on track, but child support and her other bills left her more of a recluse.

It was five-thirty on the dot, when Brooke logged off of her computer and walked to the Rick's door and knocked softly. 

"Come in."

Brooke opened the door and was surprised to see another gentleman sitting at Rick's desk. This was a man that she had never seen before. He, like Rick, was very distinguished looking and well dressed.

"Please, sit down." said Rick. 

The man stood up from behind Rick's desk, "My name is Greg. I work for the internal auditing department, security division of the Northwestern Georgia Branch. Miss Brooke, we have a little problem."

"What is that?" Brooke asked, but her heart was beating uncontrollably as she tried to maintain.

"Brooke, I'm not going to play games here. What I am investigating is serious. I will ask you some questions, and I want honest answers. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," Brooke quickly answered.

"Have you ever opened a secret account under someone else's name?" Greg asked.

"No,"

"Have you ever collected interest off of someone else's account?"

"No," Brooke answered quickly.

Greg shook his head, "I was hoping to resolve this issue quickly, but you leave me no choice." He walked from behind Rick's desk and displayed a pair of handcuffs. "put your hands behind your back."

"What, why?" Brooke asked.

"Under Georgia code, Title 16, chapter 8, article 1, you are under arrest for theft from a government facility." Greg said as he helped Brooke to her feet and handcuffed her.

She felt the cold steel slap around her wrists and the fear of the consequences of what she had done.

"No, please, no," Brooke cried out as Greg escorted her over to Rick's desk.

Rick walked over in front of Brooke, "Did you or did you not steel from us?"

"Nooo," Brooke whined as Greg held her cuffs firmly behind her back.

Greg pushed Brooke hard against Rick's desk and bent her over. "You know that you are looking at a long stretch in a federal facility. We have no choice. We know that you have been transferring large amounts of money from George Missecoff's account, then depositing into a secret account where you drew interest off of it."

Brooke could feel Greg's firm hands search her body as she lay half bent over on Rick's desk. He ran his hands under her blouse touching her breasts, then firmly under her short skirt to the edge of her panties.

"Nooo, please." Brooke said as she clamped her legs together and tried to stand up.

Greg helped Brooke up and firmly sat her down in the chair next to Rick's desk. He grabbed the file from on top of the file cabinet and slammed it on Rick's desk in front of Brooke. "Did you really think that we wouldn't find out? I have every entry that you made right here."

Brooke sat in the chair shaking, looking down as Greg and Rick stared down at her. "I'm sorry," she said softly.

"Fortunately for you, Mr. Missecoff is not going to press charges. However, that still leaves the Northwestern Georgia Branch,"

"Please Sir, I'm sorry. Please, I can't go to jail, I can't go to jail." Brooke mumbled as she cried. "I'll pay it back, pleeeeease... I'll do anything. Oh.... Pleeeease.... Please?" 

Brooke slid off her chair to her knees and looked up at Greg and Rick. "Please, I beg of you, I'll do anything."

Rick looked at Greg and walked over to Brooke. He stood in front of her as she looked up at him. He pulled the belt from his pants and stood her up.

"What...what are you doing?" 

Greg walked over behind Brooke, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt.

"Nooo," Brooke screamed out as she tried to stop the skirt from falling down around her ankles.

"Would you rather we called the police?"

"No," Brooke said softly as she let the skirt fall to the floor.

"That's better," Greg said as her grabbed Brooke by the cuffs. He unlocked her right wrist and held her left wrist snuggly as he whispered in her ear. "Get undressed."

As he released her, she stood mute looking down at the floor. She knew what she had to do and was scared, but the thought of going to prison scared her more. She unbuttoned her blouse and laid it carefully on the chair next to her. She stood there in only her shoes, thigh highs, bra and thong while Rick and Greg looked on.

"I think that she needs help," Rick said to Greg as he walked over to Brooke.

"Nooo..." Brooke said as she began to roll down her stockings.

"Leave them on... and your heels too." Rick said firmly.

Brooke looked at Rick with her sad eyes as she reached to unhook her bra. She slid it off forward still covering her 34 B's with her arms.

"Okay, enough bullshit," Greg said as he grabbed Brooke's left wrist with the cuff still attached. Brooke tried to get away from Greg, then kick him. Rick grabbed Brooke's arm and helped Greg bend Brooke over the back of the chair. Greg quickly locked the open cuff to the leg of the chair.

Brooke tried to fight, but she was off balance, cuffed to the chair with her ass high in the air. As she looked up, she watched Rick grab his belt off of his desk. Before she even had a chance to react, Greg had a hold of her thong and was ripping it off leaving her naked and exposed.

"You know that you have to be punished, right? Right?" Rick asked.

"Yes," she said beginning to cry again.

Rick knelt in front of Brooke and handed his belt to Greg. He pulled back on her long auburn hair as the folded black belt cracked across Brookes tender ass.

"Ow..."

"Shhh... I don't want to hear another cry out," Rick said as he pulled hard on her hair. "Understand?"

"Ow... please, Rick, noooo, please, it hurts."

Greg ran his fingers lightly up the inside of her thighs until he brushed her labia. As she let her guard down and started to relax, Greg left a rd mark across her soft white ass.

"Ahhh... ow, ow..."

"What did I say?" Rick asked.

"I'm sorry." Brooke mumbled under her breath.

"Not good enough," Rick said. He stood up and pulled down his pants and boxers exposing his semi-hard cock. Rick pulled her hair and guided his seven inch dick towards her mouth. "Suck me. If you can't be quiet, I have to find a way to keep you quiet. Now suck me... and I better not feel any fucking teeth!"

Brooke took Rick as Greg again lashed out. She tried to cry out, but Rick forced his cock deep down her throat. Brooke could barely catch her breath between Greg's relentless lashing of the belt and Rick's forcefulness fucking her mouth.

"Give me some of that," Greg said as he walked around in front of Brooke. She felt weak and lost count of how many times the belt made it's mark. Rick's cock was replaced by Greg's as he forced it deep down her throat. Soon her pain was replaced by incredible pleasure as Rick's tongue found her opening. He sucked on her labia and licked just inside her opening as he pulled her cheeks apart. Before she knew it, she felt her lips being forced apart by Rick's hard cock.

Brooke's gasping for air and crying out soon turned into pleasure. She sucked Greg harder and harder as Rick took her from behind. She had often fantasized and masturbated about being taken by two men.

Greg pulled away from Brooke before he came. Rick continued to take long hard strokes pounding her red tender ass and grinding hard against soaked pussy. 

"Put her on the desk," Rick said as he pulled out. Greg unlocked the hand cuff and led her to the desk. "On your back."

Very carefully, Brooke sat on the end of the desk. Her ass was still tender from her punishment. She laid back on the cool desk and Rick climbed on the desk above her. She raised her head to meet Rick's throbbing cock. She could taste her own juices as she sucked him hard. 

Brooke couldn't believe how wet she was as Greg eased in easily between her lips. He spread her legs wide as he slid in and out of her. He would pull out, then tease her clit with his cock, then slowly make long strokes as she continued to suck on Rick's cock.

Greg pulled out, then slowly began to force his hard cock into her forbidden hole. She moaned as though to stop, but Greg had already forced the head of his cock in.

"Ohhh, ow, ow, ahhhh, Brooke cried out for the few seconds she had to catch her breath before Rick grabbed her hair and forced her cock back into her mouth. He squeezed her nipples hard as she took all of him.

Greg rubbed Brooke's swollen clit as he eased his cock in deeper.

Brooke gasped for a breath as Greg took her all the way. She had never had anal sex before. Greg wasn't as big as Rick's cock, but to have it deep in her ass, it felt huge. He began to ease it out and Brooke cried out to her surprise, "Nooo."

Greg began to take her, a little at a time until he was able to make full stokes, harder and harder. He continued to rub her clit as she began to arch her back.

Rick groaned as he pulled out of her mouth as shot his load across her face. His body got weak as Brooke again took his cock back into her mouth draining him of all fluids. He almost lost hisbalance and pulled away from Brooke.

Brooke felt something that she had never experienced before. It was a building deep inside that just seemed to keep growing. She reached down and pushed Greg's hand out of the way so that she could rub her own clit. She fingered herself as Greg began to pound her ass with every stroke. Brooke's ass was so tender do to Rick's belt, any kind of touching of any kind, only turned her on more.

"Oh... yes, ahh, that's it, right there, yes, yes... yesss!" Brooke cried out as she arched her back and grabbed Rick's arm as she came. Greg continued to fuck her tight little ass harder and harder.

"Stop... please, stop, stop, oh shit...."

Greg pulled out and shot his hot load onto Brookes stomach. He rubbed his cock across her swollen clit as Brooke collapsed from exhaustion. She lay there naked on her boss's desk. Her smooth swollen pussy covered with cum.

Rick and Greg got dressed as Brooke still lay there. She had never had an orgasm so intense in all her life. As she sat up and looked around for her clothes, reality set in and she realized again why she was here. It was now 8 PM and it was dark outside. Anyone passing by could see everything that had just transpired.

Rick tossed her skirt to her. "Get dressed. You're not fired, not yet anyway. You will pay the Northwestern Branch back ever cent. We will discuss the details on Monday. Until then, I want you to wear that handcuff on your wrist as a reminder. Understand?"

Brooke stood at the end of the desk, still naked, her body glistening from sweat and cum. She ached from the pain, and the pleasure. She looked at her left wrist that still held her hostage, then looked at Rick. She smiled for a second, then softly said, "Yes Sir." 



The Office



Before you read this, it isn't a stroke story as such. A story with sex in it yes, but not a quick fire wham bam. Thought it best to let you know.

*

The players:

Stella was a bitch, pure and simple, a statement of irrefutable fact. Somehow, in her twelve years working at the small Accountancy practice, she had charmed, or perhaps bullied the senior partner into making her the Office Manager.

She was the archetype of the Office Manageress. Quite tall, at around six foot, as slender as a rake handle, with hair pulled savagely back into a bun at the back of her head that you would swear was pulling her face out of shape and taking out the wrinkles. Her clothes hide any female form she might have had except that it was obvious her tits were small and high on her chest. Even the voluminous blouses she wore could not hide that fact.

Religiously, she wore a two piece suit to work, comprising of a pencil thin skirt with a short slit at the back and tailored jacket that looked as if it had been cinched in to her narrow waist. A blouse of pastel colour was under the jacket, usually with some kind of ruff or flounce at the throat.

She wore little by way of make-up. What she did wear was understated and muted. Transparent, colourless lipstick and eye shadow that hardly registered. Her shoes were the sensible pump type, flat heeled and characterless.

Her private life was something of a mystery. None of the girls in the office knew if she was married, had a boy friend, or, as mostly was supposed, a girlfriend, tucked away and dominated by this dragon into sexual submission. The popular fantasy involved rubber and whips with lashings of baby oil and possibly a dungeon. 

She never once spoke of her private life, never mentioned children or family or any activity outside of the office. Conjecture was that she simply rolled into the broom closet at the end of the corridor over night, ready for the next days work.

Stella wore no jewellery, not even a watch adorned her bony wrist. No necklace hung around her neck, no ear rings, nothing. She was without charm, totally, completely and just as bereft of sexual allure too.

Most everyone was... well... scared of her. Even the Partners thought twice before bringing her in on a meeting or making any demands on her time. The frosty stare and steady eye she looked at them with was enough to freeze the words right on the tip of a tongue.

Names like anti-Christ and Ice Queen were regularly used instead of her name. She was aloof, self assured and blithely travelled from day to day with complete aplomb, unruffled or flustered.

But, and this is where the myth of an enigma can be built. Away from the office, Stella was anything but prim and proper as the new boy was to find out. 

James, or Jimmy, as he preferred to be called, was a nervous wreck. His first day in the office as a junior clerk had been a nightmare. He was only eighteen, fresh out of college and thrown into the melting pot of an office, surrounded by a gang of ten women of various ages, but who exuded a united front when they stripped him bare of any self respect. Mercilessly, they teased him, both overtly and subtly. Making comments about his suit, lack of a girlfriend (was he gay), not quite tying his tie straight or worse, flashing a leg or slightly more, just so that he would blush, instantly, as his gaze inadvertently caught sight of a thigh or more of a cleavage than he really wanted to see.

The distractions meant that he often didn't quite get his work completed or was inaccurate. That brought him to the attention of Stella and a verbal lashing that also had him blushing with humiliation and frustration.

It was wicked, but served as entertainment to the ten women and broke the monotony of office drudge. The worst thing they did to him in his first week was to goad the youngest of them into inviting him out to the cinema while giving him an eyeful of her tits. The poor boy stammered his acceptance only to hear her say she would have to ask her boyfriend first. They took bets on the length of time it would take before he left, before they drove him out. It was heartless and, as it turned out, pointless too.

Jimmy had only just moved to London. His childhood had been spent in a small village in Kent. Appledore, quaint and old world, slept in the lowlands of the county with a flint build church and spire the biggest thing about the place apart from the orchards that gave the place its name. 

Everyone knew each other, knew their family and pretty much all of their business as well. Village life is very close knit. Secrets have no part in the community. It means that you can call on anyone for help, but it also means you behaved and didn't get involved in things you shouldn't because you could be certain, someone would see you and your parents would hear about it before you got home. It meant that the promiscuity of larger towns would not happen there. If you were out with a girl, you had better be sure you were thinking of marriage.

Jimmy was unworldly. His upbringing meant that his experiences were stilted in comparison to most young men in the city. It meant he was disadvantaged in the defence of himself when faced with the united efforts of the ten, street-wise colleagues he found himself in the midst of. He had no natural resilience or wherewithal to play the game. Somehow, he managed to make it to his first pay check, a month's money which covered his peppercorn rent of a flat owned by a relative, food, travel to and from work and enough to allow him some leisure funds.

At the stage entrance:

Soho was like a magnet. Jimmy had heard of the sordid clubs and video parlours where it was possible to view models simulating sex acts. Where sex was sold on the street, in shops and hotels, only a stones throw away.

The flashing lights, advertising the many different services, vices, toys and visual delights, fairly spun his head. This was a side of London he had heard about, but was only now finding. Girls in negligees or basques stood in shadowy doorways, outrageously made up and beckoning to passing foot traffic to step inside and sample the delights on offer.

Jimmy blushed furiously while turning just such an offer down. He wanted to see what Soho was about, but wasn't quite ready to plunge headfirst into the first place he saw. 

The pavements were heaving with people, jostling and barging their way through. He knew of pickpockets, so clutched his wallet tightly in his hand. A sudden push from the crush of people had him stumbling into a doorway. The door was open with some coloured strips of plastic hanging down as a method to stop gawkers leering in. Jimmy, when he regained his balance, found himself in a sex shop with rows of leather and rubber clothing hanging off of a high level rail. Under this was a glass counter, brightly lit, with all kinds of rings, butt plugs and body jewellery in various metals shining expectantly and mysteriously up at him.

Jimmy spun on his heel, ready for flight, only to be confronted by a wall of vibrators of wildly differing sizes, shapes and colours, massage oils, cock rings and more items of sexual attire, in rubber and plastic. Standing next to a display of outsized dildos was a lanky youth with bright pink, spiked hair, a fluorescent yellow spike through his nose and another through his eyebrow. He also sported a large silver ring through his lower lip. The young man wore a short leather jacket with no sleeves, a royal tartan kilt and knee high boots with buckles all the way up and soles about three inches thick. Jimmy was certain he had never seen anything quite so bizarre.

He bolted for the door, but not before he noticed the speculative lift of a spiked eyebrow and the effeminate bye, directed at his retreating back. The crowds outside had not diminished at all. He joined the milling people, hoping that he would not get lost.

A flashing neon sign caught his eye. "MINX" flashed on and of in lurid red. Under it, but not flashing was the word Cocktails. Jimmy needed a drink, was on the point of panic at this alien place he had landed in. Cocktails weren't exactly what he needed, but perhaps they sold a decent beer.

He passed under the flashing sign, into a dark doorway and then down a stair that took him to basement level. At the foot of the shadowy stairs were a tall counter and a checkout girl who was eyeing him with curiosity. She chewed gum and waited to see what would come next.

"Drink" Jimmy gasped. "Need a drink."

"Yeah!" She replied, sounding bored. "Frew there." She nodded her head towards yet another door, covered by a draped curtain. "That'll be five pounds mate." She continued to chew noisily and held her hand out for the money. "You 'aft a be a member innit? We do tempry memberships for special guests innit? Five pounds."

"Um... Oh, 'course." He fumbled out a five pound note and handed it to her noticing that she had a Basque on that was at least one size too big for her.

She looked at the note in her hand, then expectantly at Jimmy, waiting for the usual gratuity. It was a fruitless expectancy. She sighed theatrically and indicated that he should go through the curtain, pointing the way with her chin.

The Stage:

Beyond the curtain was a large room, dimly lit with booths around the walls offering even dimmer spaces to sit. A few tables and chairs were arranged in semi circles in front of a raised, felt covered dais that had a pole sticking up from the middle. The colour scheme was dark burgundy and black. He was aware that the room had several people in it, mostly shadowy figures, cloistered in the cubicles. Jimmy found a seat at one of the tables in front of the dais and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and a waitress to get his order.

Eventually, another basque wearing young lady approached him carrying a tray. Jimmy blushed and hoped that the dim light would hide his embarrassment of seeing her virtually naked. Her breasts were pushed up by the tight costume and looked likely to pop out of the top at any time. He noticed a pair of dice tattooed on her left breast. Both were showing a six.

"Hello, I'm Gwen and I will be serving you. What would you like?" Her welsh accent was completely false, an affectation to go with the name.

"Beer please?" Jimmy tried not to talk to her tits, but they were insistent and filled his visual field.

"We only do champagne love."

"It said cocktails outside." 

"We only do champagne." She repeated as if talking to a something beneath her foot. "It's champagne of nuffink." The Welsh accent suddenly got dropped as her distain increased.

"Okay... champagne it is then."

"Will that be cash or credit?" Her hip went sideways as her head bent in the opposite direction.

"Er... cash." Jimmy fished for his wallet.

"That'll be forty pounds Sir." She blinked and waited for the money.

"Wha... Okay." Two twenty pound notes landed reluctantly on the tray. Gwen spun on her impossibly high heels and presented her arse towards him as she wobbled across the floor towards the bar.

Two glasses of warm champagne later, Jimmy was ready to call it a night and go home. So far, the evening had stripped him of more than he could really afford, but had taught him a lesson. Be careful what you let yourself in for. Or in other words, a naïve county boy and his money are soon parted.

Suddenly, a spot light flashed on, centred on the Dais, making the steel pole shine. A nameless tune blared out of unseen speakers, something with a heavy base line, timed with the beat of a heart at rest. Most of the booths emptied, the occupants formed a semi-circle behind Jimmy.

The Act:

Out of the corner of his eye, Jimmy caught a flurry of movement. To the ripple of applause from the patrons, a woman was making her entrance doing acrobatic walk overs. Bending at the waist, placing her hands on the floor in front of her then flipping her legs over so that her body arched until her feet hit the floor, ready to start the gymnastic display all over again.

She had something gauzy on over her underwear. Jimmy could see her bra and a pair of short pant type knickers with red sequins stitched on. 

Fluidly, she flipped her way to the dais and became upright, right next to the pole as if she had measured the distance to get it perfectly.

Lithely, she bent at the waist, her legs straight and grabbed the pole at its base, the back of her neck and shoulders flattened against the steel post. In a show of amazing muscle control and agility, she lifted her legs off the ground until she was inverted vertically. Her legs locked around the pole and she then proceeded to remove the flimsy top, allowing it to flutter to the floor. Upside down, her tits followed gravity. Jimmy thought they might strangle her.

Through several dextrous twists and displays of friction between skin and metal, the performer righted her self and gyrated around the pole. The pants came of to reveal a sparkling thong underneath and some impressively muscular buttocks.

Jimmy heard himself braying along with the other spectators as she, with an exaggerated theatrical flourish, unclipped her bra and gave them all a full frontal of her smallish breasts with her aureoles rouged with something like lipstick. They cheered as her lovely orbs fell into view.

He was transfixed. Not more than six feet away was this lithe creature performing acrobatics with a steel pole and showing rather more skin that Jimmy had seen before. His own pole was making insistent nudges to the inside of his trousers.

She knelt, legs wide apart, her back to the pole and directly in his eye line. He stared at the thin line of gusset that was between her fanny and the rest of the world. Suddenly, it was the centre of his universe. His imagination had him going head first into her hidden depths to be lost forever.

The music became slightly more intense, as if written specifically for her act, rather than the other way around. The thong came off in a fluid, single yank while she sat on the floor. Slowly, once the pants were off, from a position of being on her back with her legs straight up in the air, knees together, she spread them, wide apart and showed the audience, her sex, in all its naked glory. A huge cheer went up in appreciation. Jimmy just goggled in stunned silence, his first glimpse of a woman's sex since his birth and only a few feet away.

Her finale was a finger slowly slipping between her hairless lips and into her hole. Poor Jimmy almost lost his load there and then.

The music finished with a flourish, the dancer picked up her discarded clothing and walked from the dais with a blown kiss as she passed through the curtaining behind her.

The meeting:

Jimmy sat down, not realising he had stood to clap her performance as if it had been delivered by a world class actress. His throat was raw from screaming along with the rest of the audience, in encouragement of her act. 

The champagne hadn't chilled any, but went some way to refresh and revive him.

The audience returned to anonymity in their booths and a quiet susurration of voices and cigarette smoke.

The dancer came into the room from another hidden entrance carrying an empty beer glass. She passed around the room, thrusting the glass under noses and saying a pretty thank you as notes of various values were stuffed into it in appreciation of her act. Eventually, she got to Jimmy and did the same, proffering the glass for his token of appreciation.

Jimmy fished a tenner out of his dwindling wallet and was pushing it into the glass when he made eye contact. It was one of those moments when the impossible collides with reality and both sides register a shock that hits their cores.

Even through the heavily caked stage make up, Jimmy recognised Stella instantly. In truth, it was the first time he had looked at her face all night. Other parts of her anatomy had been rather more appealing up till now.

Two O's of surprise echoed each other. It was Stella who recovered first.

"Jimmy... What are you doing here?" 

He noticed, again, for the first time that night that her hair was just below shoulder length and really quite brown and not held in a face changing bun at the back of her head.

"I er... I er... got lost." He grinned sheepishly.

And then, with a little more back bone and very little fore thought, said. "I guess you did too."

At that, she laughed, throwing her head back, showing a beautiful throat while she howled. Eventually, she calmed down enough to reply. "Yeah, I guess I did at that. C'mon with me."

She grabbed his hand and semi-dragged him across the floor in front of the dais, towards the hidden entrance she had come through. An open dressing room was behind the curtain, buzzing with six or seven women in various conditions of undress, sitting in front of a long mirror with lights around it. Make up littered a long dressing table. Bits of costume were strewn all over the place and all seemed complete uproar.

Jimmy blushed and desperately wanted to bolt from the room, but the women took no notice of him and carried on applying the theatrical paint to their faces or adjusted their costumes as if he wasn't there. 

Did they have no shame? He thought to himself as his eyes took in the scene of chaos, darting here and there. They were almost naked and seemingly nonplussed by a strange man in their midst?

"I'll just get some clothes on." Stella whispered in his ear and then yelled... "Look after him girls." As she disappeared behind a screen and out of his view.

Several pairs of eyes studied him for a second or two then, uninterested, went back to what ever they were doing. He blushed even more, the feeling of flight grew stronger until the nearest girl patted a seat next to her.

"Sit down for Christ's sake will ya? You're making the place look untidy."

Other than her make up, which was a shade or two darker than lime green, she had nothing on, but was doing something about that by applying a deep red lipstick to her nipples.

The obedience mechanism works when nothing else does. He sat face out from the dresser with the mirror over and tried not to look at the other women.

Someone made a wise crack which had them all laughing. Jimmy didn't hear the joke, but knew it was at his expense. At some unseen signal, they all got up from their chairs and surrounded him. Six naked, or almost naked bodies, crowded him and that is when his clothes started to come off.

The cackling group had him down to his boxers and were just about to give him the treatment of his life when Stella yelled.

"Oi! I said look after him, not rape the poor boy." Giggling, they retreated and went back to preparing themselves for their performances as if nothing had happened.

Home:

Once outside the club, Stella hailed a taxi and ten minutes later, he was sitting in her armchair sipping a cold beer.

"You're not exactly worldly are you Jimmy?" It was a rhetorical question, but he answered anyway.

"You're not exactly the Office Manager right now either." He had a knack of saying the wrong thing at the right time, or the right thing at the wrong time. Either was said without forethought.

She laughed. A short barking laugh and then looked at him, straight in the eye, suddenly serious.

"You mention this to anyone in the office and you will be wearing your balls as ear rings. Clear?" The message was five by five. He gulped and nodded his understanding.

Stella rose from the settee across from him and without a word, undressed. Taking her skirt off first, then her blouse and laying both carefully over the arm of the settee, all the while, watching him steadily. She reached around the back and unclipped her bra and placed it on top of the other clothing. She turned back toward him with only a burgundy pair of briefs on.




The Office



That was when he realised she had a gold bar through her nipples. The metal passed though with a small bead on each end, looking like a miniature bar-bell used in weightlifting. He didn't know how he had missed it during her performance. He didn't know quite where to look and felt the rush of blood travel up his neck.

This threatened to be a blush to end all blushes.

Stella stepped forward, filling his vista completely. He caught the faint whiff of cologne and something else, something unfamiliar, something alluring to his sub-conscious. As if commanded by a remote control, Jimmy's hand went forward, encircled her slim waist and pulled her to him until his nose was buried in her stomach. He stood after a few seconds and, while still keeping her close, licked her nipple, feeling the smooth metal slid over his tongue and the sudden arousal of her small bud.

He kissed her, noticing that he was more than an inch taller than she was. His free hand cupped her breast and then his mouth found her neck.

"Don't bite me big boy." She hissed between clenched teeth. Jimmy just nodded as he continued to nibble below her ear.

She undid his shirt buttons one by one, starting at the top and finishing, after she had pulled it out of his trousers, at the last button, her hands brushing his groin. His belt buckle offered no resistance, not did his fly or boxers as they all fell to his feet in an untidy halo.

"C'mon." She whispered and once again, led him by the hand across a floor. Her bedroom was pink, girlishly pink, but tasteful. Jimmy didn't notice, well not until the next morning.

He kissed her again, once they were horizontal on top of her large bed, turned towards each other in a mutual clasp. He explored her breasts again, feeling the hard line of metal as it passed behind her nipples and pushed them out. Stella arched her back as his tongue worked magic and gasped.

"Fuck me, big boy."

Jimmy was having his cherry popped right here and now so, his movements were a little inept and clumsy, but with Stella's help and guidance, he managed to remove her panties and get the shock of his young life. She had a pierced clit hood. Another gold bar passed through her lips and he thought he would cum right then. It was the sexiest thing he had every seen and definitely wasn't there during her performance on the dais.

He kissed it and then, as if getting the taste, kissed it some more and licked away as if his life depended on it. This attention did something to Stella too. She squealed and lifted her hips so he could get a better angle. Realising he was doing something right, Jimmy kissed, licked and sucked on her clit and loved every second. It seemed, by the reaction from Stella, that she was enjoying his efforts just as much as he.

After what seemed like hours, lost in her snatch, head first, Jimmy's tongue and jaw began to ache, he had to stop. She let out a small cry of disappointment, but helped him slide between her knees, supporting his waist and adjusting herself so that his aim would be true. In his ineptitude, he missed and so, she grabbed his cock and guided him into her.

Jimmy was blessed with a reasonable sized dick. Until now, it had been a source of embarrassment, hard to hide when he had a boner on, but now was perfect for the job. He slid into her and eight inches found its way into her body, causing her to gasp as her canal was filled to capacity.

Nature took over. Jimmy's hips began to thrust and Stella's body responded, adjusting and bucking beneath him. She was just getting into the rhythm when he suddenly stiffened and blew his load deep inside her.

"Fuck!" He yelled, as his cock softened, having done its job. "Sorry, it just happened."

"It's okay big boy, we'll just give it a minute or two and see what happens." She squirmed from underneath him, feeling the delightful wetness of his cum dribbling from her.

Stella knelt across his prone body, found his cock with her hand and then her mouth. The taste was as she expected, a mixture of his cum and her own lubricant. Possibly not the best taste in the world, but one she could ignore in her desperation to get him hard again.

It didn't take long. Soon he was standing proud and primed for action. She marvelled at the exuberance of youth and before he lost it again, was straddling him with all of his meat pulsing away inside her as she rode him. She fucked him for what seemed hours, long enough for a sheen of sweat to bead on both of them. Until, at last, he started to buck and groan with more urgency and his cock seemed to swell until it was filling her like she hadn't been filled before. 

Stella came, noisily and wetly. Her juices collected at the base of his cock as she rode him. Knowing he was close just made her hotter and ready to accept his sperm once again.

His grip of her tits tightened, almost painfully as his second orgasm bubbled and boiled in his balls. He clenched his teeth and screwed his eyes tightly shut as he exploded inside of her. It was the trigger release of her own orgasm and Stella's body added to the confluence of liquids as she squirted, something she had only managed once or twice when masturbating.

"How do you like your eggs in the morning?" Her heart rate had settled now and Jimmy was lying beside her. He didn't answer, sleep had taken him. She shrugged, curled up against him a drifted off herself.

Morning, before work:

He stepped into the bedroom having found the shower and one of her robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It was too small, garishly cerise and looked comical. Stella, her eyes only just open, began to laugh and then guffaw at his wounded look.

"C'mere you idiot." He traipsed across to the bed looking crest fallen.

She grabbed the loose flaps of the robe and pulled him down on top of her, giggling like a school girl.

"You look silly dressed like that, but there ain't nothing silly about what's underneath." 

She grabbed his nice clean cock and went bug eyed when she realised just how big he was and how quickly it was getting hard. Lust took control and in less than the blink of an eye, she had him at the back of her throat, sucking for all she was worth with enough left over for her to be able to stroke him. 

Jimmy was content to let her lead. He didn't have much idea about love making, so it was easier for her to be in control. He learned fast though and buried himself in her when she turned around and presented her ass to him. In a fast and furious riot of grunting and sweating motion, they both came, Jimmy just after Stella. A real live gentleman.

He showered again, but shared it with her and, after spending time soaping her body, was soon ramming his cock into her tight twat again, holding her against the tiled wall, until his legs began to give way with the effort. Stella finished him off with her mouth, spitting out his come and allowing it to dribble down her chin and over her breasts before being washed off under the steaming water.

They ate at a café on the way to work and over the meal, discussed how it would be such a bad idea for this to slip out in the office. Jimmy agreed and promised to keep it to himself, even though his mind was yelling at the top of its voice... Whoopee! His first woman and what a fucking night and morning it had been.

He found it hard to keep a straight face, knowing that, underneath her business suit, Stella wore the sheerest lace panties and three gold bars, one through each nipple and another through her clit hood. He also knew that underneath that austere persona beat the heart of a tigress whose capacity for sex was almost limitless.

Conclusion:

They managed to keep the secret for little more than a month, Jimmy's wistful and lust driven glances gave the game away. To the collectively astute minds of office politics, it was obvious that they were an item. It didn't matter that she was well into her thirties and that he was still kissing his teens goodbye.

Two trains of thought were prevalent. Jealousy being one of them, Jimmy was a fit lad, well built and possibly a real stud. More than once, a pair of panties got soaked while a day dream flipped through a female mind. More than once, a quick relief had to be gotten in the ladies toilets, fingers being the imaginary cock of this young lad and a shuddering orgasm the result.

The other train of thought was relief. Stella had proven to be human after all and in her unbalanced condition while lust ran rabidly through her thinking, the pressure had been eased. Stella became more reasonable, malleable even in her dealings with her charges.

The upshot was that the office became a much happier place. The ladies found a respect for Jimmy and stopped teasing him apart from flashing themselves at him occasionally, giving him little glimpses of their underwear, accidently brushing against him and generally lusting after him privately. The work, tedious at best, flew out, miraculously error free and with just a little flare as well.

And Stella had to go on maternity leave after eight and a half months. The wedding was attended by most of the firm. It was a good day.

End.

*

I hope you enjoyed this. It is meant to be light hearted with even a little humour in it.

R. 



The Office



Chapter One

As I walked into the executive offices and looked around at the managing director's staff. 

Immediately I noticed one of the staffers as she was talking to one of the men from her group... it was her smile that I noticed at first. It lit up the room.

She was a well-toned very pretty brunette who looked to be in her early 30's... I was to find out later that she was actually in her 40s. She was dressed in a smart business suit that flattered her every curve. Her white blouse was unbuttoned that extra button that showed just enough of her firm 36C tits.

She had on dark sheer hose, she looked like someone who was into thigh highs, and high heel shoes that did a little something to her well shaped, legs... I imagined she was the type that often went without panties... That thought caused a stirring between my legs.

I soon found out that her name was Janet... 

I knew that I would have three days visiting the unit, and I needed someone to show me around and hopefully spend some after hours time together. 

Before my meeting started, using my security clearance I checked the personnel records and made a note of her address. I also discovered that her husband was an employee at the same company. His name was Jack. 

I won't go into detail right now, but I will say that Janet had a sexy way about her, and her comments trough out the day were sexual, leading and to say she was a tease would be an understatement. Being of the same type of personality, we spared back and forth under our breath with each other all morning long, each comment seemed to get a little more "raunchy".

On second thought I will explain our encounters as the day went on.

Besides the verbal aspect of our "interaction", during one of the morning meetings I was seated next to Janet. Several times I "accidentally" brushed my leg against hers. As I did so, I glanced over at her for her reaction. 

Her reaction was her leg slipping under mine and slipping her shoe off. Her soft foot teased my lower leg to the point that what was being said at the meeting was going was falling on deaf ears... All I could think of was fucking her in every way possible... My cock was hard as a rock with pre-cum oozing out...

During one morning break, I followed her into her office. She smiled as she noticed the obvious bulge in my slacks.

"My, my... did I cause that?" She said still smiling that smile and she nodded towards my crotch...

"What do you think you tease?" I countered...

As she walked by me she stopped and pressed her breast firmly against my arm and said...

"I sure hope so..." As she said it, her hand reached to my bulge and cupped it...

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm guessing 7 or 8" and I can tell it is thick."

With that she moved out of her office with my eyes trained on her ass... her ass that moved more sensually than before...

"Fucking tease..." I muttered under my breath as I followed her into the meeting room.

Then there was lunch... 

I was with Janet and another male and female coworker of Janet's... We went to lunch at the hotel restaurant across the street from her office... It was the same hotel that I was staying at.

Janet and I had several glasses of wine with lunch, and as lunch was winding down, the other couple excused themselves and left. Janet ordered more wine for us. I could tell that she was feeling a bit loose.

"You know what Richard...?" she said staring into my eyes...

"What?" I replied...

"I have had this fantasy regarding this hotel all the years I have had the office across from it..."

"Oh?" I said with a smile... "Care to share?

"Maybe..." she said smiling... "In time, maybe..."

As the waitress brought out wine, she was giving Janet and I both the eye... 

As she stared at the tops of Janet's full well tanned tits, I couldn't help myself...

"Gorgeous aren't they?"

Flustered the shapely waitress muttered "Huh? What was that sir?"

"Her tits... there gorgeous aren't they..." I said looking her in the eye.

At that moment, I felt Janet's once again shoeless foot was between my legs pressing and caressing my hardening cock.

"Um yes they are..." The beet red waitress said softly... as she turned and hurried away...

As Janet's foot did it's magic on my cock, I lifted the wine glass to my lips and drank it down without stopping...

Kicking off my loafer, my left foot raised to the knee of Janet's leg straining to caress my now fully swollen member.

She let out a soft gasp as my foot eased between her thighs. 

Her foot dropped to the floor as she shifted in her chair. Picking up her wine, she motioned to the waitress to bring another round. As she drank her glass nonstop, as she did, she eased her skirt upward and spread her legs, giving me an open path to her private area.

Pointing my toes forward my foot made first contact with her very, very wet cunt... Smiling as I thought to myself... I was right, she was the type that often went without panties...

Janet moved to the front edge of her chair, her ass half on and half off the chair... As she finished her wine, she leaned back against the chair. As my toes poked and caressed her mound, her left hand disappeared under the table and guided my foot to her wet spot...

I couldn't believe how wet this sexual goddess was as her hips moved sensually... biting her lip she pressed hard against my foot. I could tell she was cumming as the still red waitress brought our wine to the table.

"Will there be anything else?" She asked as she looked at the two of us.

"Check" I answered "put it on room 1313"

"Yes sir..." She said... As she turned to leave I asked her what time she got off...

With a wink she held her middle finger to my nose and said...

"I already did... you two were to much..."

"I'm working a double today... 1:00am" She said as she turned away...

Turning around she said... "1313... right?"

Janet meanwhile milked her orgasm to the last tremble as she smiled and said...

"What was that all about Richard?"

"Hey what's a guy to do in a strange town at night... not knowing anyone?" I said as I slipped my loafer back on.

"What time do you have to be back this afternoon?" Janet asked as she composed herself.

Looking at my watch I said... "Forty five minutes or so..."

"That will have to be enough..." Janet said with a tremble in her voice...

"Enough?" I asked 

"My fantasy..." Janet said... "You wanted me to share, remember?"

A smile came across my face as I watched Janet consume her glass of wine, again without stopping.

As she finished it, she reached for my glass of wine. Again she drank it down non-stop...

The wine had taken its effect as Janet leaned forward. It was obvious to me that she had unbuttoned another button of her blouse. Her tits were very obvious to my stare as she leaned closer.

Janet said softly with a slight slur... "My fantasy Richard is to be fucked from behind as I look towards my office, my tits crushed against the glass of the window..."

"And 1313 faces my office..."

With that she got up and turned to leave...

Turning she looked at me as I sat there with a look of disbelief...

"We have 40 minutes now, are you going to waste a minute of it sitting there?"

I was on my feet, my cock still hard as I followed her to the elevator.

As we walked out, I glanced at the sexy waitress, and as our eyes met, she slipped her middle finger in her mouth and slowly and seductively took it in...

As we reached the elevators it seemed like an eternity passed before the doors opened on the door to our right. As we moved to the door and man in a wheel chair took again what seemed like forever to clear the door before we could get in.

As we got in, another 4 people got in. I pressed 13, and sure as hell all of the others hit different floors all before 13, the last one was at 10.

I had my key card in my hand as the doors closed. Janet stepped back and finished unbuttoning her blouse... With our eyes locked she unhooked her white lace bra from between her gorgeous tits... As she exposed them to me, we reached 13.

We had 35 minutes before our next meeting...

As we hurried to the door of 1313, I fumbled with the key card, and as the door swung open, we almost fell into the room.

Janet was on her knees in a heartbeat fumbling with my zipper and belt. I loosened my belt as she tugged at my throbbing member. I thought I was going to blow my load just at her touch.

Moving me backwards she plopped me onto the bed. Like a wild animal, she was taking my cock into her mouth and sucking it like there was no tomorrow...

We had less than thirty minutes to get back to the office...

Pushing Janet's skirt up above her thigh highs, I re-positioned myself so I eat her oozing cunt out.

As my mouth covered her fuckhole... her gasp was muffled by the thick cock in her throat. 

I have never tasted such sweetness... her juices were flowing as I have never seen juices flow... Within seconds my face, beard and mustache were soaked with her offering.

She masterfully sucked my cock, and when she anticipated I was ready to explode, she would stop and squeeze my throbbing member in just the right spot to put off my eruption...

We ate and sucked for what seemed like only moments... but it was closer to 20 minutes and three or four of Janet's face soaking orgasms...

We had less than ten minutes to get back to our meeting as I came up off of her protesting cunt... Without a word I grabbed her by the wrist and led her to the window...

Pulling her blouse open, I pushed her against the cool glass of the window...

To anyone looking up at us, they would see two of the most beautiful tits one had ever laid yes on with nipples hard as rocks flattened against the glass.

With her head turned to the left, Janet's face was also against the glass.

My hands shove her skirt high on her hips, and with her back arched slightly I rammed my full length into her very wet, yet very tight cunt. As I held my meat deep inside of her, her vaginal muscles went to work on my shaft. I almost lost it right there.

As I began to pull out, I couldn't believe the resistance as her educated snatch hugged it as I slowly with drew it to the head...

"Fuck me Richard..."

"Fuck me hard..."

With a sudden thrust, Janet let out a guttural moan as my fucker slammed hard back into her.

"Like that Bitch?" I whispered in her ear...

"Yes... yes... yes..." Is all she could say each time my rock hard cock slammed deep inside of her.

Within moments I was ready to explode...

My first gush was deep inside of her... and just before I erupted a second time, I pulled out of her and emptied the rest of my load on her well -shaped ass.

Her finger meanwhile was moving like a blur over and in her cunt as she came again and again...

As I tucked my soaking wet cumm soaked cock back into my pants, I studied her ass as Janet continued to masturbate...

"Very fuckable" I said softly as I looked down at her puckered anal opening as a wad of my cumm ran slowly over it.

Looking at my watch, we have 5 minutes...

Janet slips her skirt down over her sticky ass...

"Fuck!!! It is going to be hard to sit through this afternoon's sessions smelling of sex and feeling the puddle of "us" I will be sitting in." Janet said as she made herself presentable.

As we reach the elevator we are both flushed from the happenings of the last 45 minutes or so... the question is, how will we be able to concentrate the rest of the afternoon?

"My husband and I were going out tonight... Would you like to join us? Janet asked without thinking of what her husband may think.

"Fuck yes..." I answered

"Richard... he must not find out about this... but..."

"But what?' I ask back...

"But... Richard, I don't want this to be the last time you fuck me..." Janet said as the elevator comes to a halt.

" I have never came so hard and so often as I just did with you..."

As the doors open I told her not to worry, that I would be discreet about the afternoon and I would handle it in a way that this won't be the last time...

What time tonight?

"Come over at 6:30 for drinks..." She said nervously...

"I will tell Jack that my supervisor wanted me to entertain you tonight..."

"Will he buy that?" I asked...

"I will tell him you are a VIP and it was strongly suggested that we entertain you for the evening... He will believe it, because it is not the first time we had to d o so"

"Oh?" I said with a smile as we hurried to the door to the offices...

"Not THAT way silly..." Janet said still flushed

"Dinner and drinks ONLY..." she said as we reached the elevator...

"Tonight... 6:30... I will write down my address and give it to you during the afternoon break..."

I didn't tell her I already knew her address... nor the thoughts I had, had before our "luncheon".

Leaning to her, I whispered in her ear...

"In your office, on the afternoon break..." With that I let my tongue dart out and flick her lobe.

As we entered the meeting room, Janet's supervisor said...

"Well here they are... we can get started now..."

This time we sat opposite of each other. I had to smile as Janet tried to make herself comfortable as she sat on the leather chair... her skirt sticking to her ass and her flow still seeping down her creamy thighs.

Janet looked across at me with a glazed over look in her eye... She was wondering to herself if I was suggesting what she thought I was suggesting to her about meeting her in her office during the break...

The thought only made her flow continue...

My cock was growing at the thought of meeting her during the break... and I wondered if anyone could smell the sex that seemed to permeate the room.

The first session seemed to go on for hours as I kept glancing at my watch... It was 2:13. 

As I glanced over at Janet, I noticed her one hand was below the table and every once in awhile, she would bring her finger to her mouth... It was obvious to me she was touching her honey pot, and tasting the sweetness of out mixed juices to tease me.

When 2:30 came along the speaker was still talking... he finished his session at 2:37. He apologized for running long, and said we would cut the break short because we had to get in all of the presentations before breaking for the day.

"Fuck!!" I thought as we started for Janet's office..."

As we reached it Janet's supervisor called out to her...

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK... I thought as he called her over.

"Go wait in my office..." She said almost gasping with anticipation.

I reached her office and walked over to the window... counting the floors I counted up to 13 and looked at the windows of each room. It was very obvious to which was 1313 because there was still an imprint of Janet's sweating tits still very noticeable.

I was brought back to where I was as I heard Janet's office door close loudly and the lock clicking.

Janet was on her back on the couch in a heartbeat hiking her skirt to her waist, she spread her legs wide and said...

"We have to be quick Richard... he is waiting for me to bring some papers to him before the last session starts...

"Fuck me Richard... fuck me fast... fuck me hard..."

Before she could finish, my cock was in my hand as I guided into her very ready fuckhole...

Her muscles again took control as she convulsed to and immediate orgasm as I thrust into her.

Within seconds she was milking me dry of my thick wad... which had to be the quickest fuck in history... Pushing me off she was on her feet quickly, this time with my full load mixed with her juices streaming to the top of her thigh highs...

She hurried to her desk and picked up a folder and scribbled something on her memo pad... and as she unlocked the door she apologized for how little time we had, and handed me the memo.

"Don't worry your pretty little head ... we will make up for it, I promise..."

As she went out the door, I followed her out glancing at the paper... It had her address on it and it went on to say... 6:30 sharp... I WANT YOU AGAIN!!!

As I settled into my seat Janet and her supervisor were nowhere to be seen.

Everyone else seated themselves leaving the chair to my left open for Janet...

The afternoon session was to be a presentation using overheads, so as the room darkened Janet and her boss came into the room.

As she sat down I could smell her sex... God it drove me nuts.

Looking around I was wondering if I was the only one who could?

Janet leaned over, her breast crushed against my arm and said...

"You're not going to believe this..."

"What" I inquired as she pressed harder against me...

"My supervisor asked me to make sure you were entertained tonight, and he was going to talk to Jack, my husband... and let him know about it..."

With the room dark, my left hand slipped under the table. It was met by Janet's right hand as it guided me to her wet hole.

As the speaker began to talk, I had to hope that no one could hear my finger as if fucked in and out of Janet's oozing cunt.

Bring her left hand to her mouth, Janet coughed softly, as she moaned into the back of her hand several times and shifted around slightly as my finger continued its assault on her fuckhole and love button. I could feel her snatch convulse on my finger as it dipped in as far as I could. Leaning he breast against my arm, she made like she was going to say something...

Her cunt only hugged my finger tighter as she moaned in my ear... 

"You are so fucking sexy..." she moaned as she came again...

To say that the day was one of the most incredible days I had ever spent would be the understatement of all time...

At the end of the afternoon I with everyone watching, I shook Janet's hand said loud enough for her boss to hear...

"Thank you for EVERYTHING Janet... your company is very lucky to have an employee as passionate about your job as you are... I am looking forward to this evening..."

As she walked me to the door she smiled and said...

"I am looking forward to this evening also..."

Leaning close I whispered...

"I have a plan... tonight act as you would like this afternoon never happened..."

"Be the prim and proper Janet... and act accordingly... and tonight will be a night you and Jack will NEVER forget..."

As I walked out, I turned to see Janet with a worried and puzzled look on her face...

Walking across the street, I glance up to my room and the two oily impressions... Smiling I returned to my room where I had to mentally prepare myself for the charade for the evening, and the events which were to unfold over the next couple of days ... 

As I showered it came to me...

Chapter 2

At precisely six thirty I walked up the sidewalk to the front door... but before I rang the bell, I heard a male voice inside and he was obviously upset... The one thing I hear him shout was something about... an outfit?

I rang the doorbell and things got very quiet and within a few seconds Jack opened the door. 

"You must be Richard..." He said as you walked in to the foyer. 

On my right through an open door I could see Janet standing the sitting room dressed in a low-cut tight-fitting black cocktail dress which outlined her breasts beautifully. It was about three inches above the knee and just as obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples pressed hard against the material of the dress, and the dress seemed to be losing the battle. 

Her legs were encased in sheer black nylon with shiny patent shoes with about a four-inch heel. 

She had had her hair styled differently from the afternoon as it fell in soft sexy waves to her shoulders. 

Janet was looking nervous, she wondering what it was that I had in mind... she was worried that Jack might find out about the fucking of her life earlier...




The Office



She had spent all of the last week waiting for him, making sure she didn't miss her train - the 722 to Waterloo. She stood in exactly the same place on the train. She was totally besotted by a man that had never spoken to her and whose name she didn't know. She had barely eaten since he had taken her on the stairs. She had recurring dreams where he was making love to her and always woke up breathless and sweating her pussy aching and her clit demanding attention. 

Each night she had taken her vibrator and fucked herself to orgasm wishing that it was his cock. She was totally and utterly hooked. She wanted this man more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She went to work every day and continued as normal waiting till late to leave and taking the stairs just in case he was there. 

It was Wednesday and she had been given a new project that had totally absorbed her the whole day. She and not given him a thought for the first time in a week and she felt in control. She was in the office on her own. She had all her plans and papers laid out on the board room table and was finalising her drawing and storyboard ready for the presentation the next day.

She stretched across the table gathering the paper to her. Her skirt moulded tight around her ass showing every contour and revealing that she was not wearing panties. She had taken to leaving them at home just in case he was on the train and wanted some fun. Now she liked the feeling of her pussy being uncovered beneath her skirt. She loved the feeling of freedom and wickedness especially when she was in meetings knowing that most of the men in the room would cum in their pants there and then if they knew her naked shaved pussy was so close to them. Sometimes she bent over showing her tits or her luscious ass just to see what their reactions might be.

She bent over the desk again humming to herself, enjoying her work. She squealed in surprise as she felt herself being pushed against the table. Then she smelt him and immediately recognised him. He had surprised her again and the scream died in her throat, he was back and she was already breathless and excited.

He pushed her down gently until she was bent over the table. He spread her legs and pushed her arms out across the table so that she was spread eagled across the smooth wooden surface. He bent over her and whispered in her ear to stay exactly as she was. His voice was rich and deep his words thrilled her beyond measure. She did as he had told her - she felt his hands on her as he was stroking her ankles and feet his touch was so soft and erotic. 

She felt his lips kiss her ankles and she felt his tongue through her sheer stockings. He gradually worked his way up her legs kissing and stroking her exploring her every erogenous zone and turning her on more and more as he worked. She was getting wetter and wetter and could feel her juice trickling down her inner thighs.

Next she felt him undo the zipper on her skirt, he eased it down gradually revealing the soft white orbs of her ass and he stroked and kissed them slowly as he slipped her skirt to her ankles. She felt him stand behind her pressing her to the table again; she felt his erection and was thrilled to know that she would soon have him in her. 

He slipped his hands under her blouse running them up her spine making her squirm with excitement. He released the catch on her bra gradually moving his hands to cup her tits. He told her to stand up, he reached round and undid the buttons of her blouse one by one, kissing and licking her neck and ears as he went. 

She was already weak at the knees and her pussy was dripping her juice on the carpet. He noticed, chuckled and commented how nice it was to have his own little fuck toy. Her blouse dropped to the floor and her bra followed she was now naked except for her stockings suspenders and shoes.

Suddenly he spun her round to face him he crushed her to him kissing her lips and taking her breath away with the fierceness of his passion. He lifted her off her feet and sat her on the table he told her to lie down he then asked if she trusted him, she nodded unable to speak her brain was totally focused on her need; for him she would do anything so long as he took her. 

He placed her feet so that her ass was right on the edge of the table and her knees apart exposing her pussy. He bought a chair up close to the table and sat down. His face was now inches from her pussy, he sat looking at her and she could feel his breath, she was so turned on by the thought of him studying her pussy so closely she could feel the juice seeping and dripping from her. 

She was desperate to feel his mouth on her; she lifted her hips silently offering her pussy and ass to him. He murmured his approval; she felt his fingertips trail up and down her legs. By now she had started to shake and she could feel the orgasm starting to build inside her. The warmth spreading she reached down to touch her clit and her tits. He pushed her hands away telling her that he was the only person who was going to give her an orgasm and only when he chose to.

He kissed her inner thigh and licked the pussy juice off her. He ran his tongue up her thigh till he reached her pussy lips. He paused, breathing in the musky scent of her then he kissed her clit; she pushed her pussy into his face. He licked her pussy lips savouring her taste, she was moaning with lust and desire. 

Her body was shaking and her breathing erratic. He pushed his tongue deep into her dripping hole licking her out and drinking down her juice. Now she was moaning loudly fucking his mouth building to orgasm. Suddenly he stopped and she cried out in frustration wanting him to make her cum. He just smiled and ordered her to kneel in front of him. 

She scooted of the table and knelt as he instructed. He stood up. She could see his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. He asked if she wanted his cock. She nodded and her eyes told him she was hungry for him. He undid his belt and then unzipped his fly. 

He ordered her to take his cock out and make love to it with her mouth and hands. She eased his trousers down and he was so hard she could not wait to get him inside her mouth. She stripped his boxers off him releasing his delicious cock. 

She kissed the tip and flicked her tongue out to lick the pre cum off him, his taste turning her on even more. She slowly ran her tongue from the tip of his cock to his balls. He groaned with pleasure he dropped into the seat behind him so that she could take his trousers off. He spread his feet wide so that she could kneel between his thighs. 

She took his cock and slowly swallowed it taking him deep into her throat and gently massaging his balls as she slid her mouth so slowly up and down his length. She paused and started to lick and slurp on his balls sucking them gently into her hot mouth and swirling her tongue around them. God she loved the taste and smell of him she wanted to lick and suck him for hours. As she slurped on his balls she stroked his cock loving the soft hard texture. 

He groaned his cock getting harder and harder as she sucked, licked and slurped his balls and cock. God she was a fantastic cock sucker!! He told her to stop turn around and bend over. He pushed his face into her pussy and ass licking and exploring her.  

As he licked her ass he pushed two fingers into her cunt finding her G spot and massaging her as he tasted her ass. She could not hold out any longer she started to cum wailing and shouting as it thundered through her. He kept licking and massaging her extending her orgasm till she was weak at the knees and shaking. 

He stood and pushed his cock deep and hard into her gaping pussy making her shudder again. He fucked her hard and fast holding her ass to him and pounding her pussy she came again her pussy muscles squeezing his cock willing him to cum. 

He pulled out and told her to kneel so that he could fuck her mouth. She wanted to taste her cum on him. He fucked her mouth loving the hot wetness of it. He felt his orgasm peak, he exploded into her, his spunk filling her mouth overflowing and dripping down her chin as she swallowed his cum draining him of every last drop. He tasted so good!! She collapsed into a chair totally spent. 

She closed her eyes savouring the feeling of contentment spreading through her. When she opened her eyes he was gone, somehow he had gathered his clothes and left the office as silently as he had arrived. She smiled contentedly knowing that he would be back for more soon.



The Office



Dennis leaned back against the bathroom wall and groaned as quietly as he could. He looked down at the top of Liz's head as her mouth glided back and forth over his cock and then looked upward, wondering just how he'd gotten to where he was at this moment. Her legs were folded up underneath her as she sucked him and her hand was busy rubbing her mound under her miniskirt. 

Just minutes ago, he'd been quietly jerking off after reading one too many stories on Literotica when the door suddenly flew open. He'd looked in shock to see Liz staring at him with wide eyes and he expected the worst.

Liz was the boss's sister. At just about five foot one with a petite body and a flirtatious manner, Dennis had always lusted after her. She had just turned forty and looked great. Her blonde hair was full and framed her face attractively. Her clothes always accentuated her curves and Dennis always thought that she wouldn't have gotten away with dressing so sexy if her family didn't own the business. He knew enough though to keep his hands to himself as far as she was concerned; at least until now. 

She stood up from the floor at his feet and bent over the bathroom sink. She reached under her blue denim miniskirt and whisked her panties down until they were around her ankles.

"Fuck me!" she said quietly. "Fuck me now! We haven't got much time!"

He flipped up the back of her skirt and looked at her bum in a state of shock and awe. Although it was tiny, as was the rest of her, it was a perfectly shaped moon with her slit framed by the tops of her thighs. 

"Hurry up!" she hissed. 

She reached back and gripped his cock and then guided it to her vagina. She poked the head between her lips and let go as she leaned further forward.

"Come on!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"

Dennis ploughed into her with no thought to how long he might last or whether she might be enjoying it, though from the hiss she muttered as he entered her, she must be. He shoved into her as hard and fast as he could. Here was the pussy he'd fantasized about for years and he was buried to the hilt in it. 

Liz swiveled her hips as he fucked her, moaning in a low voice as he pumped into her. Dennis bit his bottom lip and shoved his left hand up and under her sweater. He found her tiny breast and forced his hand under her bra. When he cupped her bare tit her nipple was hard and pressing against his palm. 

Liz moaned again and pushed back at him. Long before he was ready to cum himself he felt her tense up. He put his free hand over her mouth and she grunted. She bit down on his finger and he gritted his teeth. She screamed but the sound was muffled by his hand. She sighed and then took his bitten finger into her mouth and sucked on it, laving it with her tongue and moving her lips over it lovingly. 

She sighed again and leaned all the way forward, folding one arm under her chest and leaning on it. Dennis gripped her hips with both hands and planted his feet firmly. He kneaded her bum and thrust in and out of her. Liz reached between her legs with her other hand and cupped his balls. 

"Fuck me Baby!" she whispered. "Cum for me, we haven't got much time!"

By now he was tensing his muscles and pushing in and out of her slowly and forcefully. He felt as though his cock was three times its normal size and he grunted with each thrust.

"Ooh yeah!" she muttered. "Cum for me Baby, I want it!"

He felt himself growing and her hand squeezed his ball sac gently. She groaned when his testicles tensed and her hips moved in slow circles as he pumped his semen deep into her pussy.

"Mm that feels so good!" she whispered. "Your cum is really hot, I can feel it!"

Dennis fell back against the wall behind him and groaned softly. Liz put her finger against her slit and scooped up a glob of sperm that dripped from between her lips. She put her finger in her mouth and then grinned at him.

"Mm!" she said. "That was good!"

"Wow!" Dennis said, finally managing to get over his speechlessness. 

Liz laughed. It was a breathy cackle that he had heard many times in the past. He always thought it was very sexy when he heard her laugh like that before. Now with his semen coloring her bottom lip slightly and her panties around her ankles he thought it was probably the sexiest thing he'd ever heard.

"Wow!" he said again.

Liz chuckled quietly and bent down. She slipped her panties into place and adjusted her skirt. She put her finger to her lips and put her ear to the bathroom door.

"I don't think anyone's out there," she said quietly. "I'll go first. Don't come out for a few minutes after I'm gone."

She opened the door gingerly and peeked out. She sighed with relief and walked out, closing the door behind her. 

Dennis pulled his pants up and swallowed hard. He put his hand on his cock and smeared the juices from it into his palm. He held it to his nose and breathed in her scent. If it hadn't been for the smell he might have doubted that the last five minutes of his life really happened.

He fastened his pants and looked at the sink, debating whether he should wash his hands. On the one hand he wanted to keep her scent on his hand so he could inhale it whenever he wanted to. On the other hand, he didn't want anyone else in the office to pick up on the smell of sex.

Reluctantly he washed his hands and then flushed the toilet for good measure in the event anyone might be listening from outside the bathroom door. There wasn't.

He left the bathroom and walked as calmly as he could to his office. He glanced toward Liz's office as he passed by and she grinned slyly at him. He tried to be nonchalant but his cock began to grow again as he pictured her bent over the sink as he fucked her from behind. She winked at him and cackled again.

That did it! He was fully hard now. He scurried into his office and sat down before anyone ventured into the hallway and saw him with a bulge in his khakis. He sat at his desk and stared at his computer monitor trying to remember what he was working on before he got caught up in reading erotica. 

His day had started out so normally! He had walked into the office and plugged his laptop in. He was just finishing connecting the monitor when Liz had walked in. 

"Good morning!" she said cheerfully as she always did and then continued into her own office. 

He watched her hungrily as she walked into her office. She was wearing a long trench style coat that hid her entire body. When she emerged a few minutes later Dennis sighed quietly to himself. She had on a blue denim miniskirt and a blue sweater that hugged her form wonderfully. He eyed her breasts heaving against her sweater and wished that just one of these days she'd forget to wear a bra. Even with the bra, her nipples poked against the fabric of her sweater. Dennis thought to himself that she must have really puffy nipples for them to be pushing through her bra like that. He sighed again and then went to work. 

Dennis spent the first couple of hours compiling manufacturing data as he always did. He collected the information and was exporting the data to a spreadsheet when his troubles began. The pop-up told him the export would take about ten minutes and he rolled his eyes and groaned. He watched the monitor for a few minutes and then gave up and opened his web browser. He went to the Literotica website and started reading some stories at random. His hard-on had grown increasingly as he read and by the time he was finished his third story he knew he needed to jerk off. 

He went to the second office bathroom. The first office bathroom was the one that everyone used most often. It was closer to the offices than the second bathroom. Most people only used the second bathroom when the first one was occupied. Even then most people would wait rather than venture to the opposite side of the office and through the showroom where the lights were usually dimmed unless customers were visiting.

He hurried past Liz's office hoping she wouldn't look up and notice the bulge in his pants. Then he walked quickly through the showroom and closed the bathroom door behind him. Once inside he pulled a wad of toilet paper from the dispenser and opened his pants. He let them fall down around his thighs and pulled his cock free of his underwear and started stroking himself. 

With the fan connected to the light switch, he was pretty confident any sounds he might make would be smothered in case anyone passed by outside. He leaned back against the wall as he masturbated, closing his eyes as he pictured the events in the Literotica story unfolding in his mind. 

He looked down and saw precum leaking from his cock as his excitement grew. He closed his eyes again and smiled as a wave of pleasure swept over him. 

When the door opened his eyes flew open in fear. He looked to the doorway to see Liz with her eyes wide with shock and her mouth open.

She stared at him and blinked as she tried to absorb what was going on. 

She expected the bathroom to be empty and was surprised simply by Dennis' presence. When she saw that he had been jerking off, she stammered with embarrassment and locked her eyes onto his cock. It was hard, the head swollen and thicker than average. His hand was wrapped around the shaft but he stopped stroking as soon as she opened the door. 

She felt her nipples harden and she swallowed in surprise. Dennis was staring at her but she saw only his cock. 

Dennis thought life as he knew it was over. His cock began to shrivel as he imagined Liz running to her brother Frank, the owner of the company. He imagined cringing with embarrassment as he got chewed out for masturbating in the workplace. He imagined Liz staring at him with contempt as he packed his office and left in disgrace. 

Liz continued to stare at his cock and swallowed again. She felt a twinge of regret as his cock began to shrink. She surprised herself when she stepped in through the door and then closed it behind her. She put her hand on the head of his cock; his hand was still wrapped around the shaft so she palmed the head, massaging it gently as the precum seeped into her hand. 

"Make it hard again!" she hissed.

Dennis removed his hand from his shaft and she put both her hands on his cock. She continued to palm the head and wrapped her other hand around the shaft.

"Make it hard again," she repeated gently, looking into his eyes. "Do it for me, I want to see it really hard."

Dennis couldn't say a word. He was stunned by the turn of events and wasn't sure how to react. His cock knew how to react. It grew once more to its erect state and Liz watched it as if hypnotized.

"Does it get bigger?" she asked as she rubbed it. "I'll bet it does. It was bigger when I opened the door."

His cock grew in response to her urging and then it was its full erect size. It was about six and a half inches long and the mushroom shaped head was almost three inches around. 

"Mm," she muttered as she fell to her knees. "It is bigger!"

She placed the head against her mouth and slowly pushed it past her lips. She hummed to herself and sucked it to the back of her throat. Dennis groaned and fell back against the wall with a thud.

"Shush!" Liz whispered harshly, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a small popping sound. "Someone might hear!"

She took it back into her mouth and gripped it with her lips. She started moving back and forth and she hummed again. Dennis groaned quietly and put his hands on top of her head. 

Liz pushed one hand under her skirt and dug past the leg hole of her panties to rub her pussy. The slight taste of his cum on her tongue made her wet. She rubbed her lips with a finger and then pushed inside her tunnel. Her clitoris began to swell and she tweaked it with her finger. 

Her hand was cupping his testicles and she knew he was not yet close to cumming, but she wanted to. She abruptly stood, slid her panties to her ankles and then bent over the sink.

"Fuck me!" she said in an urgent whisper. "Fuck me now! We haven't got much time!"

She felt her skirt being lifted and squirmed as she waited for him to enter her. 

"Hurry up!" she said, beginning to feel annoyed. 

Knowing that someone eventually would wonder where the two of them were she took matters into her own hands. She reached back, gripped his cock and guided it to her opening. She placed the head between her lips and shuddered as she felt it rub against her sensitive lips. She leaned further forward pushing her bum back against Dennis and letting his cock slide a little further inside her.

"Come on!" she said pleadingly. "Fuck me!"

When he shoved inside she hissed in delight. He started pounding her hard and she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"My God I look like a whore!" she thought to herself. 

Leaning forward with her bum in the air like a bitch in heat, she shivered as she pondered the implications of what she was doing. If they got caught her brother would freak out. Not to mention what her nephews would say. 

Her nipples tingled at the thought and she swiveled her hips in time with Dennis' thrusts. She moaned softly and then she felt his hand under her sweater. He pushed roughly past her bra and then he was squeezing her tiny breast. He pinched her nipple and she moaned again. 

A jolt of pleasure shot from her nipple and straight to her pussy. She bucked back and a growl began to grow in her throat. She felt his hand over her mouth and she bit down on his finger as her orgasm hit. Wave after wave coursed through her and then she realized that she had probably hurt his hand. She took his finger between her lips and sucked on it, pretending it was a tiny cock that she sucked. She ran her tongue over it lovingly and hummed happily as he continued to thrust into her.

She reached between her thighs, pausing just long enough to feel how wet she was. Then she took his balls into her hand and cupped them gently. She moaned again when she realized how close he was. His testicles were covered with goose pimples and they were beginning to recede into his scrotum. She squeezed lightly and ground back against him.

"Fuck me Baby!" she said quietly. "Cum for me, we haven't got much time!"

He felt him grip her hips and his thrusting took on a new rhythm. His feet were planted solidly on either side of hers and he pushed forward and back with determination. 

"Ooh yeah!" she cooed. "Cum for me Baby, I want it!"

His testicles retracted and then his cock was twitching inside her. She groaned and then she felt the heat from his semen as it spewed inside her.

"Mm that feels so good!" she whispered. "Your cum is really hot, I can feel it!"

She felt him shoot a couple of spurts inside her and then he shriveled up. His cock popped out of her with a plop and then he was leaning back against the wall. She put her hand over her mound again and grinned as she felt the warm semen backwashing out of her vagina. She scooped up a glob of sperm and put it to her lips, wishing for a moment that he had cum into her mouth instead. Then she remembered the twitching feeling as he came inside her and decided she liked that too.

"Mm!" she said. "That was good!"

"Wow!" Dennis said; the first thing he'd actually said since she'd opened the bathroom door. 

She laughed and pulled her panties up, looking at herself in the mirror and wondering why she'd just fucked this man whom she knew only through work.

"You still look like the biggest slut in the world!" she thought as she watched her reflection lift her skirt to put her panties into place. 

She smoothed it down and smiled at Dennis as she turned. She put her finger to her lips and put her ear to the bathroom door.

"I don't think anyone's out there," she said quietly. "I'll go first. Don't come out for a few minutes after I'm gone."

She opened the door cautiously and peeked out. Seeing no one, she scooted out as quickly as she could, reaching back and closing the door behind her. Her last sight of Dennis was of him leaning against the wall with his pants still around his ankles and his flaccid cock dangling below his button-down shirt.

She grinned with that just-fucked feeling and walked past one of her nephews to the front bathroom. He looked at her curiously and then frowned and went on his way. 

"Why did I do that?" she asked herself as she closed the door behind her.

She slipped her panties down and sat on the toilet to pee, the reason she'd gone to the rear bathroom in the first place. She pondered the question and decided there really was no reason. She just fucked him and that was all there was to it.

She returned to her office and sat down in time to see Dennis on his way to his own office. She grinned at him and winked as he passed. She let out a laugh as he scurried away.

The rest of that day was a wash for Dennis as far as work was concerned. Anything he tried to put his mind to he just couldn't concentrate. Of course, seeing Liz emerge from her office from time to time to rummage through the file cabinet opposite his office door didn't help. 

He knew she was teasing him. She had never before bent so low to retrieve a file even for the bottom drawers. And she had certainly never squatted down facing him with her legs spread wide so he could see her bikini briefs stretched tight against her mound before. Dennis imagined he could see a small wet stain on them and he wondered if it was his semen drooling out of her or if it was her own juices soaking her panties.

Whatever it was it was making Dennis increasingly uncomfortable. After she squatted down the first time his cock got hard. After the second time he thought he was going to lose his mind. He trued to give her back some of his own and sat in his chair facing her with his own legs spread wide to show her the bulge in his pants. She didn't appear to have noticed and simply went on with her filing. The only sign she gave that she even saw him staring at her was the sly wink she sent his way before she walked back into her own office.

By the end of the day Dennis was in a sorry state. He tried to make small talk with her once but she just grunted noncommittally and continued with her work. He didn't dare bring up the subject of their tryst in the bathroom, there were too many people flitting in and out of the office for that. He frowned and gave up the attempt.

He returned to his office and was pondering what this whole mess was that he'd gotten himself into when she appeared in his doorway.

"I'm off for the day," she said. "Watch the phones please."

"Oh," he said uncertainly. "Uh... okay."

She smiled and then turned and was gone.

Dennis sighed and wondered to himself how much trouble this encounter of theirs was going to cause.

************** ***************** *********************

The next day was Friday and Liz did not come in to work. This turn of events did nothing to ease Dennis' sense of foreboding. It did allow him however to do his work. 

After he got over the initial surprise that she would not be in, he got down to it and had a productive day. 

Fridays were early days. The office and the shop closed at two thirty. Some time after one, Will, the boss's son, popped his head into Dennis' office.

"I'm heading out," he said. "Frank is going with me so no one's left to lock up. You're doing the honors today."

Dennis nodded and watched as they left. After they drove off he went back to work. At two o'clock the factory started winding down. By two fifteen they were lined up at the time clock and by twenty past two, the last person filed out the door to start their weekend.

Dennis watched them go and then locked the door behind them. He then made the rounds to ensure that every door to the factory was locked. After that he returned to the office and went from room to room killing the lights as he went. 




The Office



When he got to the showroom he was surprised to see the lights to the boardroom on. He frowned and walked to the glass double doors separating the boardroom from the showroom and stopped dead.

On the large boardroom table Liz was lying on her back with her greatcoat underneath her, naked and spread eagled with three fingers diddling her pussy. He didn't have much of a chance to see her vagina during their encounter in the bathroom the day before, so this was his first opportunity to see it. It was surrounded by a light covering of light blonde hair and, at the moment, her lips were swollen and bright pink from excitement. 

Dennis stood in the doorway in shock and she looked at him with a smile hooded by pure lust.

"I thought I'd surprise you the way you surprised me," she said in a low voice. "Are you surprised?"

Dennis gulped and stared at her in shock.

"Is that all you ever do?" she asked playfully as she arched her back and pushed her fingers deep inside herself. "Stare with your eyes wide like saucers? Why don't you come over here and make me feel good?"

Dennis paused for just a moment before he rushed to the table and fell to his knees on the floor. He gripped her ankles and pulled her toward him and inhaled her scent before he pushed his face against her mound. She smelled sweet and tasted tangy. 

"Mm," Liz said languorously. "You're a good licker."

She gripped him by the ears and pushed her legs up. Her hips moved almost of their own accord as she ground against him. She let out a heavy sigh and mashed her mound into him, bumping her clitoris against his nose and chin as she writhed. 

"Oh yeah!" she gasped. "Do it! Make me feel good!"

Dennis couldn't hear a word she said, though he knew she was saying something. Her thighs were gripped tightly around his head and over his ears so he was deaf to any sound in the room. He heard the rumble through her tummy though as she spoke and, judging by how tightly her legs were holding him, he guessed he was doing something good for her.

He licked and probed her with his tongue as he buried his face into her and he was wet from his chin to his cheeks. He put his hands under her bum and squeezed the deliciously soft globes between his fingers. He lifted her and pulled her into him more and he felt her moaning as a rumble through her belly.

He gripped her swollen clitoris with his lips and sucked it into his mouth. This time he heard her grunt and gasp.

"Oh God yes!" she hissed. "Yes, do it! That's so good!"

He felt her left thigh begin to tremble and then her right. Then the quivering moved to her lower abdomen and then her whole body shuddered.

"Yes!" She screamed loudly. "Oh God yes, I'm cumming!"

He growled and nibbled on her clitoris gently and she screamed again.

"Oh yes!" she shouted. "Oh yes, I'm going to fuck you until your balls are blue! Oh Baby, I'm cumming!"

Her quivering went on for about a half minute and then she lay back on the table gasping for breath. Her puffy nipples were pointing straight at the ceiling and her entire mound was soaking wet. Her legs were splayed wide and he could see the muscles in her legs shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.

"Oh God!" she muttered. "If I'd known you could do that, I'd have fucked you three years ago when you first started here!"

Dennis grinned and nodded. He unzipped his fly and moved around the table until his hard cock was poking at her face from a few inches away. 

"I wanted to do this to you three years ago when I first started," he said as she took his cock between her lips. "Oh God you're good at that!"

Liz mumbled and grinned around his shaft. She undid the fastener on his pants and cupped his scrotum with her palm. She mumbled again and pulled his cock from her mouth.

"This time I want you to cum in my mouth!" she said and then gulped his penis to the back of her throat.

"What a good idea!" he mumbled as she went to work with her tongue.

He pulled his shirt off and stepped out of his pants, trying not to move too much so she could keep his cock in her mouth. He gave up when his trousers got caught in his shoes. 

"Come up here," she said, repositioning herself to make room on the table.

He finally managed to untangle his feet and pulled his socks off. Then he climbed onto the table and they were both naked. 

"I want you to fuck me," she purred. "But I still want you to cum in my mouth, okay?"

"Yes Ma'am!" he said.

He moved between her thighs and she lay back to give him access. He lined his cock up with her entrance and slid it in with a sigh.

"Mm," she cooed. "That feels so good!"

"Yes it does!" he agreed. 

He propped his hands on either side of her shoulders and started thrusting into her. She put her hands on his hips and stared into his eyes. He leaned down to kiss her and their tongues met and intertwined hungrily. 

"Fuck me," she whispered with her eyes closed.

Dennis groaned and kept thrusting. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth and she gasped and shuddered. He sucked on it and she pushed her chest toward him. He locked his lips on it and then nibbled on it and she gasped again.

"I'm going to cum again," she whispered, looking into his eyes.

"Cum for me!" he said. "I want to feel you cum!"

She groaned and arched her back. Her hips were moving in a circular motion as he fucked her and she was grinding against him, urging him deeper.

"That's it Baby!" he said intensely. "Cum for me Baby, do it! Come on, you can do it. Let me feel you cum!"

Liz groaned again and fell back. Dennis pumped into her as she lay beneath him and her breathing came in gasps with each thrust. She grunted and it went on and on and grew into a groan. Her groan grew into a moan which grew to a keening sound. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. With her chin held back her wailing went on and then grew to a scream. With her scream, she gripped Dennis suddenly with her arms and legs and he felt as though he were in a death grip. 

When she finally stopped screaming she let him go and lay docile beneath him once more. 

Dennis looked down on her and grimaced as he felt his own orgasm approaching. He began to pump faster and she stared up at him through sightless eyes. He thrust harder and his teeth pulled back.

"You're going to cum in my mouth right," she said between gasps for air.

"Uh-huh!" he grunted.

He pulled out of her and knelt beside her head. She took his cock into her mouth and started sucking him. He moved his hips back and forth and she took his balls gently in one hand. She wrapped her other hand around his shaft and kept his head between her lips. 

Dennis groaned and then he was cumming. She gripped his cock firmly and put her other hand on his bum to hold him still. She mumbled and gagged for a moment and then she hummed happily as her mouth filled with sperm. She held him there as his cock erupted and she felt it twitch three times. She lost a small amount of cum and it rolled down her chin and chest. She laughed softly and sat up as she struggled to keep the rest of his semen in her mouth.

Dennis heard her laugh, that throaty cackle that made her sound so sexy, and a last glob of sperm drooled out of his pee-hole. He took a deep breath and then they stared at each other.

"If I'd known you had that much inside you," she said with a laugh, "I'd have brought a cup to hold it all!"

"Your mouth is incredible!" he gasped. 

Liz grinned in response and reached for his shrinking cock.

"Your cock is pretty good too!" she said. 



The Office



Several years ago, I was a secretary in a law firm. A new attorney started work there. We got to be quite good friends.

I had always been taught that a woman was not fully dressed unless she wore hose. My mother started telling me this as a young teenager, and I have taken it to heart. Wearing hose is second nature to me -- I would rather go without makeup than without hose when I wear a skirt.

This lawyer, Frank was his name, would often stop by my desk to say hello and ask how my day was going. I did not think anything of it because, although Frank was single, I had been married for a few years and had two young children. Frank always asked about my children and how they were doing. He knew they were my pride and joy.

Frank often stopped in first thing in the morning. I later learned that he did this because -- particularly in the winter, I wore boots and would take them off and put on my shoes after I got to the office. At the time, it never occurred to me that Frank's interest was in more than my kids. He later told me that he loved to watch me take my boots off and the leg show I gave him.

Back then, I wore a skirt almost every day. They were not very short -- just about knee length, but when I sat they would slide up to just below mid-thigh. I am sure Frank saw most of my thighs as I raised my foot to remove my boot. 

Frank often would walk me to my car after work -- to make sure I got to it okay he said. Back then, I drove a jeep out of respect to the Michigan winters. I guess Frank liked to see my skirt ride up as I stepped up into my jeep.

Well, one day after I got into my jeep and sat there with my skirt at mid-thigh, Frank looked very nervous. I asked him if he was okay and he told me he had a confession. When I pressed him, he admitted how much he enjoyed seeing my legs in hose. I laughed at him and said "they're just legs."

Frank told me how sexy they were, and said he dreamed of touching them to feel my hose. Since it was Friday and he'd have the whole weekend to cool off, I told him to go ahead and feel them. 

Frank reached in through the window of my jeep and caressed my left thigh. I have to admit his attention was exciting. He ran his hand up and down my leg, sliding his fingers between my legs. When he got to the hem of my skirt, I let him slide his fingertips underneath a little distance, then stopped him. I was breathing a little quickly when I told him I had to go.

Now you'll have something to think about this weekend, I told him as I rolled up my window. As I drove off, I though to myself that I'd have something to think about too.





I had written about my friend Frank and how he finally worked up the courage to say he wanted to touch my leg after he had walked me to my car on a Friday afternoon after work. At the time, I thought it was pretty harmless, since he'd have the weekend to cool off. I guess it didn't really work that way.

As I mentioned, as I had grown up my mother always lectured on how a proper lady did things. One of the things she always told me was that a lady always wore hosiery. I took that to heart. Starting when I was in my early teens, I always wore hosiery whenever I wore a skirt.

Frank was a new lawyer in the law firm where I worked and after he'd been there a while he began stopping by my desk a few times every day to talk. He was very nice and always asked about my family and especially about my two children. At the time, I was just a few months back from maternity leave after having our second child and was still feeling big and wishing I could get back to a more attractive shape. 

Frank's friendliness was a bright spot. I soon realized that he spent more time visiting when I wore a shorter skirt or a skirt that showed off my legs.

At the time, I had been married almost ten years and although we had two children, my husband wasn't very attentive. I often thought I could wear the shortest skirt or a long dress and he would not notice the difference. I had always enjoyed some attention when I wore a skirt, so Frank's apparent interest was refreshing.

That Friday, he finally admitted that he enjoyed seeing me in skirts and hose. I was more than a little surprised, though, when he also admitted how much he thought about touching my legs. Since it was Friday, and he'd have the weekend to get over it, I told him he could. As he stood next to my Jeep, he reached in the window and slid his hand along my legs, stopping when he reached the hem of my skirt. After a few second, he slid his hand under my skirt a little, but I told him he had gone far enough. He blushed and removed his hand. After telling each other to have a great weekend, I drove off.

I have to admit, I spend more than a few minutes that weekend thinking about his hand on my legs. When Monday came, I decided to dress in an outfit that I though Frank would enjoy seeing on me. It was a beige suit with a knee-length skirt, but it had a slit on the left side that went up to mid-thigh. I always though it was a very attractive outfit on me since it went well with my skin tone. I wore suntan, sheer-to-waist pantyhose and a white blouse. I thought I looked pretty good.

When I got to work, I found a single rose on my desk. There was no card or note with it. I hoped it was from Frank.

It wasn't until late morning when I had a chance to talk to him. He hadn't come by my desk, which was unusual. I decided I would go by his office to say hello.

When I got there, I stood by there door and said good morning. He smiled at me and asked how was my weekend. I told him it was fine and asked about his. He said it seemed pretty long, and that he couldn't get his mind off our talk on Friday ...especially the last part. Then he blushed bright red.

I told him it was nice and we should do it again sometime. As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn't. He sort of stammered and asked me if I really thought so. I told him I saw no harm in it.

He said he would love to do that again...often. I told him he could as long as he didn't get too carried away. He said he'd try, but it was very exciting for him. He asked when could we do it again...I said whenever you want. He laughed and said he wanted to do it right then.

Surprising myself, I walked to his desk and leaned over so it would look like I was looking at something on his desk. Standing to his right, the slit in my skirt was next to him. He slipped his had in and moved it up and down my thigh. I have to admit, It felt wonderful. Before I knew it, he had moved his hand around to the back of my leg and was sliding it between my legs. I gasped, and told him not to get too friendly. Luckily he stopped.

I told him I had to get back to my desk, and he should stop by if he got a chance. He said he would, and I walked to the door. Just as I was about to walk out, I turned and thanked him for the rose.

I was a little shaky as I walked back to my desk after visiting Frank in his office. I think I was more than a little surprised by the my reaction and by Frank's.

I had always been aware of the way some guys reacted to seeing my legs in hose. When I was in my early teens I first noticed how guys would look at me when I wore my short skirts and pantyhose. Going to church on Sunday was always a dress up affair, and the guys in my Sunday School class seemed to enjoy watching me in class. 

Even some older boys seemed interested. My cousin who was four years older than me always seemed to sit next to me and I could tell he was more interested in me than in the sermon. I later found out just how interested he was.

But that day visiting Frank had been the first time since I had been married that a guy touched me like that. I remember thinking how I wished my husband would show that kind of interest.

After lunch, Frank stopped by my desk. He looked more than a little nervous. I just smiled at him. He sort of stammered while he talked to me, so I tried to calm him down by joking that it was a good thing he had not gone any farther or he might have fainted. He laughed a little at that.

As I sat at my desk, the slit in my skirt showed quite a bit of my thigh, but was not too revealing. It was the reason I wore sheer to waist pantyhose, so I could show a lot of leg without being too obvious. As Frank stood there, I sort of slid my hand along my thigh and watched his reaction. I was surprised by how much he stared. Teasing him, I asked if something was wrong. Looking down at my legs, I pulled my skirt back a little as if I was trying to straighten it out.

Frank asked if I could stop by his office again later. I smiled and asked him what for. He said he just wanted ti talk a little and thought it would be quieter there. I said I would try to stop by.

It was almost time to go when I had a chance to stop in. I made it a point to stand on the other side of his desk. As we talked about our plans for the evening, I decided I'd give him a little thrill, so I asked if he'd mind walking me to my car again. He agreed quickly.

We talked about nothings as we walked to my car. When we got there, I thanked for walking me, and told him how much safer it made me feel. He offered to do it every day. He opened the door for me and stood there as I climbed in. I knew he would see a lot of leg as I did it, but I really didn't mind.

Once I was in my car, I rolled down the window to say good night and to thank him again for being so nice. Without even asking, he reached in and put his hand on my left leg, then slid it up higher and higher. 

This time, I didn't stop him and even opened my legs a little. When he reached the top of my thigh, he slid his fingertips between my legs, where he touched me very lightly. I t was all I could do to say good night and drive home.

As I drove home that night, the second night Frank had run his hand along my leg, this time almost reaching my panties, I had very mixed emotions. I certainly enjoyed the way I felt, especially the way I felt as Frank's fingertips slid along my thigh. I loved the sense of anticipation, wondering how far he would dare go, and how far I would let him go before I stopped him. I loved the tingling between my legs and the way I felt myself start to get a little wet.

I also thought of my husband, our marriage, and our children. Our youngest was less than a year old at the time and I didn't want to have anything come between me and my family. I realized I was going pretty far afield at that point. All that had happened was that a guy I knew, a friend, had touched my legs.

I think the problem was that I wished my husband, Rick, acted that way. He was the first guy I had gone all the way with – in the front seat of an old Mustang, no less, and he still was the only guy I had had actual sex with. Other than him, there were the hand-jobs and blow-jobs I'd given, bit nothing else since I'd been married. Rick had never been very passionate - except when we made love. He didn't seem to be terribly interested in me otherwise.

I always enjoyed wearing pretty lingerie, for example. Rick didn't seem to care whether I wore hose or went bare-legged. I guess I didn't really mind, but I always thought some attention would be nice. It seemed my five year old son paid me more attention than Rick. At least he seemed to enjoy sliding his hand along my hose-covered legs – after he found out that it felt like the ribbon on his blanket.

I thought it might be a good time to put Rick to the test. I got home right after he did and we ended up going to the bedroom to change at the same time. I thought I'd put on a little show for him and see if he reacted.

I undressed slowly, watching to see if he was paying attention. I removed the jacket to the suit I was wearing and then the skirt. Because the skirt was lined, I hadn't worn a slip, so I was standing in just my blouse, pantyhose, and panties. They were little bikini panties I liked to wear. Looking in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty sexy. While I stood there, the thought crossed my mind – I bet Frank would enjoy seeing me like this.

I walked around a little, getting a pair of short out of the closet and a t-shirt out of my dresser. Making sure Rick was looking in my direction, I took of my blouse, and then the matching bra that went with the bikini panties. I was standing there in only pantyhose and panties. 

Facing Rick, I reached behind my neck to the clasp on the chain I was wearing. I thought that would lift my breasts and point them right at him. I acted as if the clasp was stuck and asked if he could help. He stood behind me and worked on the class as I rubbed my bottom against him. No reaction! 

When he got the chain off, I turned and hugged him, giving him a big kiss and rubbing my breasts against him. No reaction! What really got me mad, though, was his next question: What's for dinner?

I was still upset with my husband, Rick, when I got up the next morning. I wondered how many other guys would have been so interested in dinner when I was standing there wearing nothing but bikini panties and pantyhose. I kept telling myself that it was nothing new, but it still bothered me.

Rick had never seemed all that interested in what I wore under my clothes, often asking why I wasted so much money on lingerie. I think if I wore the same things my mother and grandmother had worn, he would not have noticed, and would not have cared if he did notice. It did not seem to matter to him if I wore jeans and a sweatshirt or a sexy dress with sheer hose and heels. He was interested in sex...and that did not require clothing.

Rick had always been a very forceful lover, which I enjoyed. As I said, he was the first guy I went all the way with





I felt great as Frank and I walked from my car to the office. Seeing him blush as he looked at my legs made me smile. His blush told me he appreciated the way I looked.

As we walked across the parking lot, I touched Frank's arm several times as we talked. Almost every time, I could feel him tense when I touched him. I hoped it was a good sign.

Our office was on the third floor of a four-story building in an office park. Like most people, I usually took the elevator. That day, I suggested to Frank that we use the stairs, telling him the exercise would do us good. I loved it when he told me I didn't need any exercise, since I was in such great shape. I told him he was sweet to think so and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

I think I shocked him, even with that little kiss. He just stood there while I started up the stairs. Having a head start let me be almost all the way to the next landing before he began climbing. As I watched him look up, I had a great idea. 

Moving to the first step after the landing, I started as if I was going to keep climbing but stood there with my foot on the next step as he started up from below. Just as he started up, I called his name and he looked up. I was certain he could see what I hoped he would see when he blushed again, and quickly looked down. Feeling very naughty, I called to him again and this time I kept talking when he looked up, knowing he would have to keep looking at me. I even moved my leg a little to make sure he could see as much as possible. I hoped he enjoyed seeing my cream-colored bikini panties under my sheer pantyhose.

I waited there until he caught up to me, then we walked the rest of the way to our floor. I told him I hoped he enjoyed taking the stairs and that I wanted to start taking them every day to keep my legs in shape. I said he should join me if he wanted to, and that I would wait for him in the parking lot every morning so we could walk in together. 

He said it sounded like a great idea and smiled broadly. Telling him I had to get to work, I walked into our offices. I turned quickly and caught him looking, and told him to stop by if he had a chance later on. He said he surely would.





My relationship with Frank became stronger and stronger. I began to realize how much attention he paid to me compared to my husband. I could not remember the last time my husband complimented me; Frank always had a compliment for me and he made sure he I knew he was thinking of me. Although the firm would have frowned on us having any sort of relationship, Frank always found ways to brighten my day – by bringing a single rose, leaving a note, or stopping by with some chocolate. I began more and more to looking forward to his visits.

I also began to spend a few minutes every morning thinking of Frank when I dressed. Although we had few chances to be together, I dressed every day in hopes we would see each other. Looking back, every day was like I was dressing for a date. I have to admit I loved the feeling of anticipation I had every morning as I looked in my closet to decide what to wear and looked in my lingerie drawer to decide what I would wear underneath – knowing that I hoped Frank would see.



Then, one day a miracle happened. Frank's regular secretary got married. This led to two important things happening.

First, I got to spend time with Frank at her wedding. I do not know how it happened, but my husband and I were assigned to the same table as Frank and his date. 

Frank had only seen me in the clothes I wore to work, so I wanted to look especially good for him. 



I wore my sexiest dress...amber colored silk that hugged my curves. It was shorter than the dresses and suits I usually wore to work, coming to about three inches above my knees. It looked great with my sheer hose and heels. Underneath I wore my flimsiest Victoria's Secret bra and matching bikini panties. The bra was quite thin, so I knew it would provide no protection under the silk dress, but I hoped it would be perfect for the occasion. As usual, even though my husband was in the bedroom as I dressed, and saw me in various stages of undress, he had no reaction.

I paid little attention during the ceremony. I saw Frank across the church as we walked in, but had no chance to talk. I did see him smile when he saw me, though. He was with a very cute blonde – willowy, with a nice smile. I noted that she was wearing a pantsuit...something that made me happy.

I could not wait for the reception to start. As we stood in the receiving line at the church, I thought I would go crazy with the waiting. It was worse than standing in a slow line at the grocery store.

Finally we were through and on our way to the reception. I had seen Frank and his date almost at the front of the receiving line, so I knew he would be at the reception. I hoped he would be looking for me. He was. I saw him smile again when I entered the room, so I made sure to swing my hips a little as I walked across the room to our table. I was surprised at how excited I was getting, and a quick glance down showed that the flimsy bra and silk dress did almost nothing to cover up a sure sign of my excitement.

When we got to the table I introduced Frank to my husband and Frank introduced us to his date. As we talked, I could see Frank's eyes flickering down to my chest. Frank told us he hoped we did not mind, but since he knew on one else at the table, he had moved the place cards so the four of us were sitting together. I checked the cards and was not at all surprised to see that Frank had rearranged the cards so I was sitting next to him. I loved it!

I had a wonderful time at the reception, and I hoped Frank did too. When I was sitting, my skirt slid up, so quite a bit of my thigh was on view. Frank did not seem to care and my husband did not seem to notice. The table had a long tablecloth on it, so when we sat close to eat, it covered us up to our waists – if it was arranged properly, and I made sure it was arranged properly.

As we ate and talked, I gradually moved my chair a little closer to Frank and eventually was close enough for our legs to touch. I felt Frank almost jump a little when my leg first touched his, but then he seemed to relax. I slid my hand under the tablecloth and moved my dress a little higher on my thigh and then dropped my napkin. Frank, ever attentive reached down to get it and, when he handed it back to me I took his hand and placed it on my thigh under the table cloth. I looked around and saw that no one had noticed – least of all my husband, who was much more interested in the dinner and cocktails than he was in me. Luckily, Frank had placed me on his left, so he could still eat and it was not at all obvious where his other hand was.




The Office



I have to admit, I was excited by the idea of Frank's hand on my leg in public, with my husband sitting next to us – even though the tablecloth was covering us up. I actually felt myself getting wet! Frank was keeping his hand still, but slowly moving it higher on my thigh – I think to see my reaction. Luckily, before he got too far, the dinner was completed and the band began to play.

Frank's date asked him if he would dance with her, so he could not refuse. He carefully slid his hand from under the table and stood up. I noted a tell-tale bulge in his pants.

Frank and his date danced a few dances and then returned to the table. Frank's date asked if my husband and I were going to dance and my husband, in his usual gruff way, said we did not dance. It was pretty clear he was there for the dinner and cocktails. 

Then, very surprisingly, Frank's date told him to see if I wanted to dance. He asked my husband who just said, "go ahead." I was thrilled.

As we walked to the dance floor, Frank told me how lovely and sexy I looked, and how wonderful it felt to have his hand on my thigh. He told me he wished he had slid his hand higher, and I told him I wished he had too. Surprising myself, I told him my panties were wet.

Frank and I danced several dances. Luckily, the band was playing slow songs, so we could get away with being close as we danced. I loved being in Frank's arms. As we danced, my silk dress slid across my hosiery whenever our legs touched. The best part, though, was feeling Frank's erection as he held me close. During the dancing, we occasionally would find ourselves at the edge of the dance floor, nearest the wall. Frank took advantage of this and slid his hand down to my bottom and caressed me through my dress. It was a wonderful time.

In the middle of the next song, I looked at our table. Neither my husband nor Frank's date looked very happy. I told Frank this should be the last dance, but asked him to move us towards the wall again. When he did so, I reached down between us and put my hand on his hard cock. Hearing him give a short, loan moan, I smiled at him and told him I had been feeling it against my stomach during all the dances and wanted to know what it really felt like. Sliding my hand along its length, I told him we had to get back to the table.



The second important thing that happened when Frank's secretary got married was that she moved to another state. Then, the office manager stopped by to ask me if I would mind changing assignments to work with Frank. She told me that because of the nature of Frank's practice, I would be working only for him rather than for two lawyers as I had been. She told me to think about it for a few days and to let her know. As if I needed the time, I told her I would let her know the next day.

Actually, I really needed to think about it. I kept coming back to the obvious sexual tension between Frank and me – and the fact that the touching had gone farther than I had planned. As much as my husband was ignoring me, I did not want to jeopardize my marriage for what I thought was just a fun office relationship. I knew working full-time with Frank would be risky.

On the other hand, I loved the feeling of excitement I got being around Frank and getting dressed for him, and thinking about his hands on my legs. I also loved the way he felt when I touched him. I decided that I would try it and, if things became too complicated, I could always change to another job.

Needless to say, Frank was thrilled when the office manager told him I would be working with him and that we would have an "exclusive relationship." Apparently, that was the phrase she used and Frank told me later it gave him all sorts of ideas. Less than ten minutes after I told the office manager of my decision, Frank was at my desk with the biggest smile I had seen in quite a while. He was carrying a banker's box and told me he was going to help me move because he wanted me to be closer to him. I asked if he meant my desk and he said "well, that too" and blushed.

As I turned my chair to stand up, I noticed his eyes immediately look down towards my legs. Although my skirt was not short, it slid up a bit when I sat and, since no one else was nearby, I slid it almost to the top of my thighs to give him a nice look. His expression was priceless. I sat that way for several minutes while we talked and told him I was really looking forward to working together. He told me he felt the same way.

Frank was very eager to begin this new phase in our relationship. He place the banker's box on top of my desk and actually started putting my things in the box. I told him he could help by taking the things out of the desk drawers. The first drawer he opened contained some office supplies as well as several pair of pantyhose – each in a separate plastic bag. I had always kept spares in my desk since I hated to wear hose with runs in them. I had several pair because I wanted to make sure I could replace whatever color hose I was wearing.

Frank's eyes widened when he saw my hosiery. He surprised me by taking out a baggie and opening it. He held the open baggie to his nose and took a deep breath, and then blushed. He told me he hoped they would have my scent on them, but was disappointed when I told them that the spare pairs all were laundered. Still, he seemed to enjoy having his fingers in the baggie.





Working with Frank was wonderful. He was a great guy and an amazing lawyer. He had the respect of everyone in the firm, and I was the envy of all the secretaries. The office manager had told me that my job responsibilities would increase, Frank and I would be spending a lot of time together, and that I might even have to travel. She told me that I would be more of a paralegal than "just a secretary" but, because the firm was small, I would not be getting much of a pay increase. My husband, Rick, liked the fact that I would be bringing home more money and did not seem to mind that I might be doing some traveling.

Before long, I was moved in to my new desk, right outside Frank's office. It was quite a change for us. Where he once had to be careful about visiting my desk, he now had every right to be there. I loved being able to walk into his office whenever I wanted.

I also loved getting dressed every morning, thinking about Frank and wondering how he would like the things I wore. After years of being married to Rick – who paid little to no attention to my wardrobe, being around a man who complimented me every day and was obviously paying attention and clearly liked what he saw.

More and more, I spent time in Frank's office as we worked on his projects. Although the door was open, I still was able to stand next to his desk as we talked. From the hallway outside the office, I am sure it all looked perfectly natural and innocent. But the desk between us and the hallway blocked the view. More often than not, when I was standing next to Frank at his desk, his hand was sliding up and down my leg. In many ways, it was very innocent. 

I remember telling Frank that he reminded me of my young son who always had his hand on my leg when I wore hose. It had become an unconscious reaction with my son, sort of a calming activity for him. Frank laughed and said it was far from calming for him. Especially when his hand slid high on my thighs, it was not at all calming for me either.

I have to admit I loved the feel of Frank's hands on my legs. He made me feel much more attractive than my husband had lately...if he ever had. Maybe I was getting too carried away, but I felt like I was a very desirable woman for the first time in years. 

Frank and I became much more open with each other. There were times when he called me into his office and told me he only called me because he loved to watch me walk. He began to ask me to stand in front of him so he could slide both hands under my skirt. I loved to feel his two hands on my legs...one on each leg or both on the same leg. I loved when he slid his hands all the way to my bottom and caressed it. To be honest, I loved everything he did.

I usually wore bikini panties under my hose and one day Frank mentioned how he loved to feel how my panties framed my bottom. He mentioned that he often wondered how I looked under my skirts. That gave me an idea.

The next day, I paid particular attention to my lingerie when I dressed. I chose my tiniest pair of string bikini panties and a matching bra. The set was navy with red trim. I wore my tan suit with a navy blouse, sheer to waist suntan pantyhose, and navy pumps. I got to work early so Frank would not be able to meet me in the parking lot to walk me in.

Frank mentioned that he had been disappointed not to see me when he arrived, so I told him I had a few things I had to catch up on. I told him I was going to be pretty busy that morning. I could see the look on his face telling me how disappointed he was. I did my best to ignore him.

About mid-morning, I got up, walked into his office and closed the door. I stood in front of the door looking at him. He looked up at me with a very strange look on his face. He asked if everything was alright. I said I was nor sure.

He looked even more concerned. I told him I had been thinking of something he had said the day before and it upset me. Now he looked very concerned. He asked what it was he had said and told me he was sorry for saying something to upset me.

I told him I was worried because he had mentioned how much he wondered how I looked under my skirts. He told me he had not meant to offend me or act as if he was expecting anything, and apologized. I told him an apology was not going to fix things. Now, he looked very worried. I almost thought he was going to cry.

He asked what he could do to make it up to me. I told him to just sit still. Then, I reached for the hem of my skirt and lifted it above my waist. I turned slowly in front of him. There, I said, now you won't have to wonder any more. I broke into a big smile and then started to laugh at the look on his face. I asked him what he thought, and he said he was amazed. He said I looked better than he ever thought possible. I told him I was glad I reached his expectations.





Frank loved it when I lifted my skirt and I have to admit I loved it too. I had always been a bit of a tease, and had enjoyed letting guys catch the sight of a little leg, but I had never gone so far as to lift my skirt for a man. I am not sure if it was just part of the growing openness between us, or what, but I began to look forward blatantly lifting my skirt for him. I guess it was because he was so appreciative.

It seemed like every day I would walk into his office, close the door, and lift my skirt. Then one day I realized that the way the offices were set up, no one could come into his office without being seen for a distance down the hallway. One day, I walked in and told him to tell me if anyone was coming. I stood in front of the wall next to the door and lifted my skirt with the door wide open. It was not that much of a risk, but I found myself getting excited. After that, my daily panty inspection, as Frank began to call it, was almost always done with the door open.

Frank told me that his secretary getting married was the best thing that had happened to him since he began at the firm. I, of course, acted as if I did not know what he was talking about. He explained that he thought I was a wonderful secretary and would make a fantastic legal assistant. He then said that for the first time ever, he actually looked forward to coming to work every day – knowing I would be here. 

Then, he made me blush when he told me that feeling my hand on his cock while we danced at the wedding was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in years. He admitted that he actually took his date home after the wedding and went home alone and masturbated while he thought of me touching him. He said he still masturbated at the thought. I just smiled and blushed when he told me this, but I was imagining the image of him cumming.

I really enjoyed the fact that, now that I was working with Frank, there was no reason for anyone at work to suspect anything when we spent time together. Frank had started a tradition with his former secretary that he continued with me – weekly lunches.  

Once I began to work with Frank, he continued what had been his tradition of at least weekly lunches. He had started taking his secretary to lunch when he began at the law firm because he thought an informal setting to discuss work-related issues would make their jobs easier and make them more efficient. In light of the way our relationship had developed, I assumed our lunches would not be totally work-related. I was right.

Our regular lunch day was Tuesday, so I always took particular care in deciding what to wear on those days. Although I did not have any work clothes that were at all revealing, I still tried to wear outfits that Frank would enjoy. I usually wore my shorter skirts, especially tighter ones that rode up on my legs when I sat, or skirts with slits in them. 

I knew Frank enjoyed seeing my legs and I enjoyed his attention. I always was able to give him a nice leg show when I got into his car. Later, I often drove my jeep and he really enjoyed watching me climb in – especially if I wore a tight skirt that I had to pull up so I could raise my foot high enough to get in.

Our first few lunches were nearby, and some were within walking distance. As we became more comfortable working together and being seen together, Frank began to suggest places farther from the office. I think it was because he enjoyed looking at my legs as we drove, and I always was willing to let my skirt slide up to give him an eyeful of my hose covered thighs.

Many times, as we drove through traffic, Frank would mention if a pick-up or semi was coming up to us and tell me how much the drivers must be enjoying the view. I always laughed at him, but he often would rest his hand on my leg and slide his fingertips under the hem of my skirt when the other drivers could see. He asked me if I minded, and I usually would laugh at him, saying they were just legs, and if the guys enjoyed the view, more power to them.

As I noticed more and more that Frank seemed to stop a lot next to trucks, I asked him if he enjoyed giving the guys a little show. As usual, he blushed, and then told me he loved the thought of other guys being jealous because he was with such a sexy woman and could touch me while all they could do was look. 

Frank admitted that he enjoyed showing my legs to others, and asked if I minded that he did it. I told him that I did not mind at all – that I enjoyed the attention and that it was harmless fun.

Frank became more and more open about showing my legs while we drove. He never slid his hand in too far and never had me show too much leg. I have to admit I enjoyed the reactions of the other drivers when they looked at us.

Once, when I was driving my jeep, we pulled into a parking lot and when I slowed down to park he told me to keep going. He pointed to a spot farther away and told me to park there. I didn't know why he wanted me to do it, but I followed his instructions - after all, he was the boss. 

The spot he picked was next to a sports car and as I parked I realized a man was sitting in the car. Sitting in his little car, with me in my jeep, I realized when I opened my door that my seat was just about at his eye level. As I swung my legs out, I saw him turn and stare at me. Although I tried to be careful, it came to me that he probably could see all the way up my skirt.

I got out of my jeep as quickly as I could. While I was locking the door, Frank came around and put his arm around my waist – something he had never done in public before. As he did this, I saw him glance at the man in the sports car who quickly looked away.

As we walked into the restaurant, Frank was smiling broadly. I asked him if he picked that spot out on purpose and enjoyed letting me show myself to the other man. He blushed, of course, and then laughed and admitted that he had selected the spot on purpose and that he had really enjoyed putting me in a position where someone else could look up my skirt.

Frank asked me if I minded what he did. I told him it was alright. I told myself that I actually enjoyed it quite a bit.

At lunch that day, I asked Frank about what had happened. He told me he loved the idea of other men seeing what he had. He told me he had enjoyed looking at me for so long, that he knew how other men must feel when they saw me, so he thought he would give the man a thrill. 

After a little hesitation, he admitted that he had been excited by it. He actually worked up the courage to ask me if I minded doing it. I laughed and told him that I had not realized what was going on until it was too late. He pressed, and asked how I felt about it when I realized what had happened. I told him the truth – I enjoyed it and found it a little exciting.

Frank was visibly relieved when I told him that. He asked me if I was mad at him and I told him I was not mad. He said he figured he wouldn't be able to get away with doing that again. It was his turn to be surprised when I told him he didn't have to trick me to get me to show myself – after all, he was the boss.

As we ate lunch that day, Frank was a great companion – making conversation, asking about my family and especially my two children, and making sure I was enjoying my meal. Every now and then, though, he seemed a bit distracted as he let his eyes wander around the room.

After one of these distracted moments, he looked at me with a funny look on his face. I asked him what he was thinking of and he told me he was thinking of me. I laughed and said it was a good thing since I was the one he was having lunch with. Then he laughed back and asked if I would do him a favor.

I said I would do almost anything, and smiled. He told me that he noticed a man a few tables over who was looking at me a lot. According to Frank, his eyes seemed to be looking under the table quite a bit, so Frank assumed he was looking at my legs. Frank wanted to know if I would do "the boss" a favor and give the man a little show. Now I was the one who was blushing, but I told Frank again that he was the boss.

I asked Frank what I should do, and he told me to pick up my purse to go to the ladies' room. The man Frank had noticed was sitting to my right, and would have been looking at me in profile, not directly at me. The skirt I had worn was not too short but, as I found when I got out of my jeep, it could show a lot of leg when I was sitting and quite a bit more if I was not careful. Frank told me to push my chair back a little to get up and then swing my legs towards the man. He said I should open my legs when I was facing the man.

I had mixed feelings when I heard Frank's instructions. I was a bit hesitant to show myself that way in public, but I also was excited by the thought of being so naughty. My naughty side won, and I started to get up as Frank had suggested. What happened next was a bit of a surprise.

Just as I turned to face the man with my legs opened enough to let him see up my skirt, Frank reached over and put his hand on my arm. He leaned over as if he wanted to say something, but was silent. When he touched my arm, I naturally looked back at him. When I did so, I was facing Frank but my legs were still open to the other man. Frank held my arm for a few minutes, then said "You are so incredible," and let me go. 

As I began to stand up, my legs opened a bit more. I walked to the ladies' room and in doing so I passed right next to the table where the other man was sitting. I noticed that he did not look up as I passed.

We had to leave shortly after I returned to our table. Frank said the other man had left a little while after I walked past and that he apparently had enjoyed the view. I asked how he knew that, and Frank told me the man had a tent in his slacks when he stood up and had had to adjust himself. I have to admit that I was a little surprised that Frank noticed that – and that he told me about it.




The Office



We walked to my jeep and, as usual, Frank opened the door so I could climb in. I laughed at him and asked if he hadn't seen enough already to satisfy him. He told me that he would never see enough of me and would never be satisfied as far as I was concerned.

As I drove back to the office, Frank slid my skirt up and caressed my thighs. I enjoyed his touch and this time I noticed the tent in Frank's slacks.

The day after Frank and I went to lunch and the other two men looked up my skirt, Frank came in with a rose for me. I asked him what was the occasion and he told me for being so good at lunch. I asked him if he enjoyed lunch, and he smiled and said "more than you know."

I asked Frank what he meant, and he told me how excited he had been by not only being able to touch me but also by showing me to the other drivers and especially to the two men at the restaurant. I did a poor Ed McMahon impression and asked "how excited were you?" He told me excited enough to masturbate three times when he got home. I was a bit embarrassed by his statement, but got control of myself long enough to tell him that he had to find a regular girlfriend.

I meant my comment as a joke, but he took it seriously and gave a very serious reply: "I don't need a regular girlfriend when I can spend so much time with the woman of my dreams who fulfills so many of my fantasies." I have to admit I was floored by what he said.

Frank had now admitted to masturbating several times because of me. Having felt him at the wedding and having seen how he tented his slacks, I knew he was pleasantly endowed. I began to have ideas about him.

The more I thought about the things Frank and I did, the more excited I got. My husband had never been overly active and never seemed to be very attracted to me – especially after two children. After several years of marriage, there seemed to be little excitement in our marriage. 

For weeks, I had told myself that I was just infatuated with Frank and, even though I let him touch my legs, and encouraged him at times, they were after all only legs. Even lifting my skirt and showing my panties did not trouble me because I was showing less than Frank would see if he came by the house and saw me at the pool.

I knew I was a world-class rationalizer. I knew that for years I had been rationalizing the lack of excitement in my marriage with excuses like Rick worked so hard and put in such long hours it was no wonder that he was too tired to fool around, that I had the children to take care of and didn't pay enough attention to Rick, that at least Rick was a good provider. 

But all of a sudden a good looking man was very interested and, apparently, could not keep his hands off me. His attention and attraction was exciting. The games we had played were fun and I had to admit I thoroughly enjoyed it when "the boss" had me show myself to those men – first by accident and then on purpose. I absolutely loved knowing that he masturbated because I excited him.

I realized two things. One was that I was going to do a lot more with Frank. The other was that I was more excited, but more scared, than I had been in quite a while.

For some time, I had been more than a little obsessed with the thought of seeing Frank's cock. Ever since his former secretary's wedding when I touched it while we danced, and then hearing him tell me how he masturbated while thinking about me and thinking about other men looking up my skirt, only fueled my obsession. As much as I tried to fight it, I felt myself wanting more and more to see it, and to do more than just see it.

My husband was the only man I had ever had intercourse with and since we had been married I had no contact of any kind with other men. I have to admit that before we were married I was pretty popular when the guys learned how easy I was to get me to play with them or even suck them off. After only being with my husband for several years, I was becoming more and more anxious to play a little, and Frank was my likely playmate.

Frank and I continued to have our weekly lunches, and "the boss" was taking greater advantage of his position of authority, and I found that I really enjoyed his increasingly controlling nature. On the days we went to lunch, I was told to wear shorter skirts and only sheer to waist pantyhose. I also was told to wear my tiniest bikini panties. We almost always drove to lunch in my jeep, so I had to climb up into it, and I usually slid my skirt up a bit – supposedly to allow me to climb in more easily. Since Frank – always the gentleman, would open my door for me, he was always treated to a view of my hose-covered legs. Not that I minded, of course.

Although my husband would have blown a gasket had he known anyone but me was driving my car, we got into the habit of Frank driving when we went to lunch, even if we took my car. He took great care to find a car with a man or two in it so he could park just right. Many times he would slide my skirt up to mid-thigh before I opened the door and often he would grab my arm after I started to get out leaving me in a position with my legs pointed out while I was turned to look at him. 

After a while, as Frank and I got to know each other better, he began talking about how much he enjoyed cooking. I kept teasing him about it, asking him if he was such a good cook, why hadn't he invited me over for lunch. This went on for several weeks, but he always had an excuse.

Finally, I demanded that he make lunch for me. I told him boss or no boss, it was time to put up or shut up. He laughed and agreed to make lunch for me the next week on our regular lunch day. He told me not to tell anyone about the plan, because he wasn't sure it would be accepted for a single lawyer to have his married assistant in his condo. I told him I understood.

When lunch day arrived, I took particular care getting dressed. I wore my sexiest VS lingerie...a little red bra and thong set that left little to the imagination, nude sheer to waist sheer energy pantyhose, a red silk blouse, and a grey suit with a skirt that came to just above the knee and had a six inch slit over the left leg. I thought it would be suitable for the office, but I could show my legs if I wanted to.

I could hardly wait for lunch. Frank lived a few miles away and since I had never been to his condo, he drove my Jeep. When I climbed in, I made sure he saw my thighs when I slid my skirt up. As he drove, I made sure he saw even more, as the slit opened almost to the top of my thigh, and I left it open so he could see.

As far as I could tell, Frank needed at least three hands. He was driving with one and had the other on my thigh, softly sliding it up and down and between my legs. When it came time for him to shift, I tried to hold his hand by squeezing my legs together and I could tell he was not fighting it too much. Every now and then I placed my hand on his thigh and was able to feel his swollen cock. I was amazed that we made it safely to his condo.

Once inside, I was given the grand tour. I had to admit that I was expecting a real "bachelor pad," but found the place nicely decorated and very neat and clean.  I almost laughed when Frank barely showed me his bedroom. I think he was more nervous than I was having me there.

Lunch was wonderful. Frank made chicken cordon bleu, which he said was his specialty. While he warmed it up, we had a glass of wine. By the time lunch was served, I was feeling very relaxed and happy to be there with him. Any second thoughts I had had disappeared.

Lunch was wonderful. Frank actually was an excellent cook. We ate and talked and ate some more. We sat at a small table in his breakfast nook, which allowed me to be close to him. The closeness have me many more chances to show my legs, which Frank clearly enjoyed. 

Finally, lunch was finished and we also finished the bottle of wine. Before Frank could do anything else, I stood up and moved in front of him. I could tell by the look on his face that he was wondering what I was doing, but neither of us said a word. I moved closer to him, slid my skirt up a bit, and knelt between his legs. 

Neither of us said anything as I pushed his knees apart and moved between them as I slid my hands along his thighs. As I got closer to his upper thighs, I heard him take a deep breath. I slowly reached for the zipper in his slacks and pulled it down. I reached inside and found a very hard cock, which I pulled from his pants. I was holding the first cock, other than my husband's, that I had held in years.

Before Frank could move, I had his cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked it and stroked it like a mad woman. Frank's breathing and low moans told me he enjoyed what I was doing. I know I loved it. Before long, I felt him stiffen and knew he was going to cum. In a moment, I felt him begin to cum and I sucked even harder. I felt his cum fill my mouth and I swallowed every drop. It was delicious.

When he was through, I sucked him a little more and licked him clean. Then I put him back in his pants and zipped him up. He still had not said anything, but looked at me with amazement. I told him that since he had made such a wonderful lunch, it was only fair for me to provide dessert.



The Office



I walk into your office. You look up and see me standing there and I say, "Hey, how are you?", acting casual, trying desperately to make myself more comfortable and forget why I've come here.

You smile, refusing to let me pretend, and reply, "Never mind how I am, we both know why you're here. Why don't you tell me."

I stand awkwardly, tongue tied and ashamed, but you won't break the silence and finally I know I have to give you the answer you already know, but force me to say anyway, "I want to suck your cock again."

"Lock the door." you say and then get up and walk out of the office.

I lock the door and follow you obediently. I walk into the basement area, thinking that you'd gone upstairs only to find you standing in the basement facing me as I walk around the corner.

"Get on your knees," you say.

I drop to my knees in front of you.

"Take it out and suck it."

I reach for your pants and undo them, sliding them down and exposing your cock. I take it in my mouth and begin to suck greedily.

"I knew you'd be back. I knew you'd need a cock in your mouth again, I could tell from the first time that you love sucking cock..," you tell me as I suck you. 

I just keep sucking, wanting nothing else in the world but to have it in my mouth.

"Yea, you're a natural. You were born to suck cock and you know it, don't you? You're a cocksucker alright, aren't you?"

I keep sucking, not wanting to take your cock from my mouth, but you push me off you, "Aren't you."

"Yes," I reply.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'm a cocksucker."

"Tell me you were born to suck cock. Say it."

I moan helplessly and say, "I was born to suck cock."

"Yea, so suck it you fucking cocksucker. Suck my cock you slut. Yea, that's it. Look at you, on your knees with your mouth full of cock. You've been wanting that for so long. You know you have, you've been jerking off your whole life wanting a cock in your mouth, haven't you?"

"Mmmmm," I moan pathetically.

"Say it slut."

"Yes. I think about sucking cock every time I jerk off."

"Yea. You're a fucking cocksucker alright. That's it suck my cock and then I'm going to cum all over your face."

I moan again from the things you say to me, ashamed but turned on knowing they're all true, your cock stuffing my mouth and barely stifling my moans.

"Yea, that's what you want, isn't it?"

Too humiliated to pretend any longer, I take your cock from my mouth just long enough to reply, "Yea, cum on my face. Shoot your cum all over me."

You push my head back and begin to stroke yourself quickly over my face.

I'm out of control. My long suppressed and deepest desires come spilling out as I beg, "Yea, cum on my face. Please, come on, cum on me. Shoot your hot cum on my face. Please. Come on." My begging is rewarded by the sight of your cum shooting from your cock and splashing all over my face. I feel it hit on my forehead and my chin. I lick at the head and eat the cum that doesn't land on my face. Finally done shooting, you step back and look at me, on my knees with your cum all over me, rubbing at my hard cock through my pants.

"Stand up," you tell me. 

"Take out your cock and show me how hard you got from me coming all over your slut face." I stand and pull my aching cock from my pants.

"Stroke it. Make yourself cum for me." 

I begin stroking myself desperately and you cup your hand over the end of my cock.

"I'm going to feed you some more cum," you tell me.

I keep stroking.

"That's it, keep stroking and I'll feed you some more cum you slut. You need more don't you?"

"Yea, feed it to me. Give me more cum. I want more cum, please. More cum." I erupt into your waiting hand. You feel several hard spurts and your hand is nearly full when you bring it to my face, smearing it all over my face and into my mouth. I moan and lick at your hand.

"Now go home and don't you dare wipe that cum off your face until you get home."

I pull my pants back up and go to my car. I drive home, still in a daze and can feel the cum all over my face. I'm hoping that I don't meet anyone else as I walk into my apartment and luck is on my side since I don't. I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror and my face is covered with cum. I don't wipe it off, but instead wipe it towards my mouth with my hand and lick the rest from my fingers.

I wait for you to call me again.



The Office



Although the story here is pure fiction and the author in no way condones violence towards women, no matter what the circumstance, this story is dedicated to a woman who changed my life forever.

*

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tom and I have the greatest job known to mankind. Now it may not sound like it at first, but bear with me. I am the senior accountant at one of the largest computer supply companies in the southern hemisphere. Lets for now call it "X" because for now I am rather reluctant to use the actual name, lest HR and senior management come banging down my door to fire me, or worse, want in on the action.

I have been the head of the accounts department for about 4 months and took on the role after my long time colleague Oscar resigned in what was quite unusual circumstances. While citing he was off to bigger and better things, we all knew it was down to the women he worked with. The accounts team is essentially a group of 6 women all aged 22 to 35 and they are the dictionary definition of a click. The problems caused by this are too many to reel off but in short, Oscar's inability to control his team and the mental strain they put him under drove him out in the end.

When he gave his notice, I was one of the few they approached to take over from him as I was in line for a promotion and through my own role and friendship with Oscar, knew enough to step into the role reasonably comfortably. Now this didn't mean I was comfortable with the role because I knew the real reason he was resigning. 

The offer was put to me on a Friday afternoon, and it just so happened it was dear old dad's birthday that weekend. I had decided to delay my refusal of the role until Monday so as to make it look like I had given it some thought. That Saturday, while gathered around the TV watching the old man's beloved Magpies get smashed again, the usual question "How's work?" came up. I had gone over in detail the situation Oscar found himself in and the job offer with them and my younger brother Jim, who is an IT consultant, suggested that if I was thinking about it I could purchase and put some spyware to use. If I could get something over the girls, it might make the position and life in general at work a bit more bearable. After all, there's nothing like a little blackmail to cleanse the soul!

So we discussed it further and he went over the various possibilities with me and by the time Monday came around I was 50 -- 50 about the job and seriously considering the possibility. There was a potential role in Sydney I had heard about through a friend from school that was coming up if this role didn't work out anyway so there would be no harm done. I have a mate in our IT department (as all good internet dodging employees do) and ran the idea past him. He said for a slice of the reward, he could help me put something in place.

Now if this little group of accounts girls were your run of the mill team, it might have ended there, but these women, as I mentioned earlier were all 25 to 35, all stunning, slim and very well off. This made everyone all the more confused as not even we were paid well enough to maintain the kind of lifestyle these women lived. They were all members of the local gym, they lunched together at the local top notch restaurant every second day or so and the cars they drove were better than the cars belonging to the people they worked for. In short, something was up.

I still wasn't sold on the role until I sat down and discussed the intricacies with Oz, and the specifics of each of the women that were there. Angela was the queen bee of the group. Medium length red hair, pale skinned and regal to the hilt, she was the strength of the team. Think a much stuffier Julianne Moore. Catherine was around the same age, early 30's, Blonde shoulder length hair, strong build and basically her right hand woman, and there was no show without punch. If anything came to Ang's attention, it took about 3 seconds for Cath to be laughing about it with her.

Lisa was the kitten of the group. Long black hair and a phenomenal figure, everything where it should be, and very flirtatious to boot. But with Angela and co. Over her shoulder, no one ever dared to flirt back, a mistake Oz made only once. Of his team, these were the three I knew the most about.

Megan was a shorter mousey brown dynamo, who was pretty quiet, but built perfectly. She and Nerida were one of the biggest sources of Oz's frustrations, due to the fact that whenever it came time to ask them to lift their work rate, not only would they ignore him, but something the others were doing would inadvertently struggle as a result. Kind of a way of saying, fuck off, we will work as hard as we want to. Nerida was Megan's twin, blonde, very thin, and quiet and shy as a mouse. I smiled at Oz's descriptions, these women were to drool over and it seems all he could to not to throw up talking about them.

Then the last of the group was Rachel. If the others were pretty, she was a dynamo. Long brown hair, tanned skin, perfectly... "Rachel? I didn't think she was still with the company?"

"Yeah, not working on anything your department is related to, but she's still here. Why? Oh, you're not still hung up on..."

"No, of course not. No, just didn't know, that's all."

Fuck 'em, I thought, let's do it.

The following morning I accepted the role as manager of the accounts team and once I was transitioned across, as soon as possible installed the spyware recommended by my brother. The girls of course welcomed me with open arms and expressed their hopes for a long and happy working environment, and then 2 minutes later went straight back to their normal habits. I'm sure you know the ones, the conversations that stop when you enter the area, or team lunches you find out about after they return from them, and the smiling attitudes around other staff members that aren't smiling attitudes when there is no-one else around. Never anything to complain about, but none the less very uncomfortable. All this I was warned about by Oscar in advance but the silver lining at the end of the week was the results of the spyware.

That Friday night, I hung back at work to go over what I had found from a week's worth of web, email and upload / download monitoring from the ladies in my team. As expected, there was the usual banter about having me in "the right place", prioritising "adversely to the company" and gossip about the other girls and men in the office. I took the juicy ones and started a small portfolio on each of the girls when I came across the same few emails again and again. They contained an account number, purchase orders and a client name. One of our big clients as well. I decided to put the portfolios aside for a minute and follow the breadcrumb trail to see where it went.

I gathered all the similar emails together and went into the client account details. Nothing really looked out of place. The usual constant flow of orders this client makes were there but the account number was different to the one on reference. I put everything in my draw, locked it and went home for the night, leaving myself a note to call the bank on Monday to enquire about the account the girls had referenced.

Monday

Monday rolled around and the games continued, but I decided to hold off on the call to the bank and see what the spyware produced that night to verify the first week's details. Monday's emails however had a slight variation. Same client, purchase orders still referenced, but a different account number. I took this down and called Paul, the bank manager. His response floored me. Yes he had that account number, yes it was a company account and yes it had two employees as signatories. So did the other account, but different signatories. All the girls in the accounts department. Bank accounts totalled around $200,000 each. 

I thanked him, asked him to get as much information out about these accounts as possible and told him I would see him in 5 minutes. I walked out to the pod with the girls and informed them that as a part of my introduction to the team, I wanted a consolidated report on the bottom twenty clients by tomorrow to discuss with them. This did two things (well three, but I'm not counting making them all very pissed at me for giving them something very tedious to do). One, it kept them too busy to have any reason to contact the bank and two, no reason to delve into the client in questions account, as he was in the top three clients.

Five minutes later I was looking over the bank account details and could not believe my eyes. For about the last three years, these women had been placing inflated orders on this vendor and getting the money syphoned back into their accounts in the form of refunds. Once an order had been placed, the marked up price would be put in by one of the girls and confirmed by another. Then the refund would come in and be processed by another while being left off the reports. Each week the account would change and regular instalments would be transferred out by one of the signatories. The accounts were monitored via email to each other and funds withdrawn via direct debit to nominated accounts. 

I spent the hour I was at the bank desperately trying to keep a straight face. As the new accounts manager, I was given right of signatory to all the companies accounts and Paul had assumed this was me just getting an update on accounts I was already aware about. While I was pouring over the statements and direct debit forms, Paul's secretary came in and offered me another coffee. I declined, glancing up as she bent forwards to pick up my cup and got a great view of her chest down the front of her top before she stood up. Nice, I thought, as I returned to the statements, when it hit me!

"Hey Paul, can I update these direct debit forms while I'm here?" I slipped in. "We are just trying to consolidate our spending before the upcoming audit and we are now operating a single deposit account for these fund transfers." I reeled off. As senior corporate signatory I knew I could, and He had no idea that these accounts weren't corporate spending accounts but rather backdoor funds accounts. I transferred the direct debits over to a corporate account I was about to close and updated the signatories on all the accounts to require my signature as well.

I returned to the office and scheduled appointments with each of the girls tomorrow to go over what they had been working on, or so they thought.

Tuesday

Tuesday morning was bright and sunny. Slightly warm and not a cloud in sight. I was feeling fantastic and had about a thousand butterflies in my stomach. Angela was the first meeting for the day. At 32, she was the oldest and a bit of a "Mother Duck" to the rest of the girls. If she broke, the rest would follow.

Angela came in, sat down and opened up her report. "Full rundown of the bottom..." she started before I interrupted.

"Actually Angela, I have something else I needed to discuss with you. It's about work attire and the changing conditions of the office. You and your colleagues are taking a pay cut and will start dressing more appropriately. The attitude will stop and the lifestyle will be drastically cut back. You see management, and by management I mean me, have decided that the financial arrangement you seem to have worked out with the company is not really in the best interests of all parties and we are going to fix it up a little."

The look on her face was priceless. She was about a muscle flex away from slapping me when I laid the bank statements Paul had handed me in front of her. As the colour faded from her face and she looked up at me again, I spoke in a clear and decisive manner.

"At the moment you are facing a massive fine and jail time. There is enough evidence to ensure you and each of your colleagues get done for this and I am sure there are a lot of people in the company that would love to see it happen. Of course our client in question may also be persuaded to make accusations of blackmail in return for cooperation, which would not only add a few months to any sentence, but make you and all your other participants utterly unemployable for the rest of your life. The alternative is that we work out an agreement where you keep your life, peg your lifestyle back and are able to come to work each day without the spectre of slamming jailhouse doors every night at bed time. This agreement is completely non negotiable and if you don't like it, well, Bill and I can get the police and the lawyers on the phone right now." Bill Taggart was the CEO of the company and I had no intention of dragging him in on this, as I'm sure his mind would hit a couple of levels below the gutter my mind was in, but the threat was good enough, I hoped.

I paused, before gathering up the documents in front of me and making for the door, calling back to her "Fair enough then, let's go see our esteemed CEO"

"No, wait" she stopped me at the door, getting to her feet. "Please, give me a minute. How did you find out?"

"None of your business. But I did. What's it going to be, number one?"

"You can't do this." She pleaded, a slight hint of a glance to her team, being used to strength in numbers conquering these sorts of situations and feeling very afraid alone.

"Angela, I have everything I need to do exactly this. It's a wonderful little scam you all have going here and I am not one to bring the roof down on it if I can help it. We find ourselves in a very unique little position that the only way out of it is to put yourself in my very unique little position or your life is over!"

Angela looked torn. If I had stopped there, she might have risked it and walked away, but I had one little carrot left.

"Of course, depending on how manipulated you are open to being, you can still get your money?" I whispered. Angela looked up, unsure of what she had just heard. I smiled a very evil little smile and laid it out for her. "You are still a signatory on that account, and while the direct debits are gone, you can still access the funds. The only catch is that you need my signature to do it. If you play ball, so to speak, maybe all is not lost for the gym membership and these fancy lunches that you seem to enjoy on the company dime."

The realisation of what I was offering dawned on her. Give the boss what he wants and keep the lifestyle, or say no and lose everything. Angela stood, looked me square in the eye and in a voice and with a face I did not think her capable of, asked "Please sir, give me 15 minutes to talk it over with the others and we will see what we can do for you."

She turned without waiting for an answer and walked out to the others, grabbing Cathy and Nerida and heading straight for the bathroom. Five minutes later Nerida, on the verge of tears, came out and grabbed Lisa, Megan and Rachael and ran straight back into the bathroom.

I stood at the door to the meeting room, trying desperately to conceal the bulge in my trousers bought on by the thought that they were in there discussing my proposition. Although there really was only one logical answer, I never really expected it to come. I steeled myself for the march up to Bill, the GM's office, blocking out the pleads and threats that would be following me, content to throw these corporate bitches out on their ears, but I still couldn't shake the way Angela had asked for her 15 minutes.

Right on cue they came out, each of the girls trying not to look at me, but unable to help it. They came out in a group, discussing it in a somewhat more heated manner than I expected, but as I guessed, Angela had seemed to put her foot down. They each returned to their desks and Angela came back to the meeting room, walking past me and sitting down. I closed the door and leant against the desk in front of her, arms folded and waiting for her answer.

"You realise I can't not speak for all the others, as you have us all in the same barrel. We are not completely clear on what it is you want from us and whether we are all in agreement on whether we are going to give it up." She said. Her voice wasn't the curt concise factual droll that it usually was, but polite, elegant and in a way submissive. "So what we ask is that you give Nerida, Megan and Rachael time to come around. Fair?"

"Fair enough, how long do they need and what happens till then?"

"We are going out to discuss it tonight, but for now..."

Angela took the folder out of my hands and dropped to her knees right in front of me. Before I had time to blink her hands were undoing my zip and pulling my boxers out of the way. She gently gripped my cock and slammed it straight into her mouth. I was stunned and let her continue, glancing outside the meeting room and noticed Cathy hovering near the office entrance watching us.

I stood looking out over the girls, thoroughly entertained by the glances and teamwork they were now demonstrating in ensuring Angela and I would not be caught. It wasn't Ang, but the idea that they were all working together that tipped me over the edge.

I gently place one hand on the back of Ang's head and one on the base of my cock as I felt the come surging up. I Held Ang in place and exploded into her mouth, forcing myself as far into her as I could while staring out at the others.

When I had finished coming, she continued at a slower pace, cleaning every centimetre of my cock, before tucking me back in, zipping me up and sitting back down.

"Will there be anything else today sir" she asked. I smiled and in as blissful a state as most men are after what can only be described as an utterly sublime blowjob, responded "No thanks Angela. That will definitely do for now. Talk about it tonight and we can set up some ground rules tomorrow."

She stood and made her way to the door and I followed her out, returning to my office with a smile a blowtorch couldn't remove.

Wednesday

The next couple of days came and went and I decided to give the girls some space. My investigations into what had been going on had taken away from my usual responsibilities and I had a lot to catch up on, but something else was bothering me as well. In my haste to extort these fine young women and transform them into my own little toys, I had left myself open to being blackmailed in return. I had to keep the upper hand so I ventured down to the local electronics shop on my lunch break and picked up a small sized video camera. It came with 500 hrs of running time and a little remote control for record and zoom. I came back to the office and that night after the girls had gone home, I set up the camera on the top of the bookcase behind me, focussed directly on the chair in my office. I also took the time to re-jig the office a bit so neither me or a person sitting opposite me or on the desk could be seen from out in the main area.

Friday

Lisa and Angela came into the office and closed the door. Expecting full well this little chat, I finished filling out the table on the computer, slipped a hand into my pocket to ready the remote, leant back and waited.

Lisa leant nervously on the chair and Angela sat down. She crossed her legs and, with a nervous trepidation, slowly uncrossed them and left them slightly open. Not enough and on the wrong angle to see anything, but the inference was there. "Lisa and I have a proposition for you" She began. "We have the same deal with the sales manager at Jackson's. It's how we get the funds returned. We each call over every couple of weeks for anything he wants. One night of anything, anywhere, and anyone. Lisa one week and me the next. You want any of the others instead; you can swap, but only one week a month."

"No"

Lisa turned her face away and Ang just stared. I could see in her face this was a bluff. She was pushing to see if they could regain a bit of control over the situation and I wasn't going to give it to them.




The Office



"What's your understanding of what's going on here?" I wanted to catch on camera the confession and if possible, some very embarrassing action to use in future negotiations and remembered that Lisa was not one of the girls I had agreed to give a bit of space to.

"Pretty straight forward Sir" God I loved hearing them call me Sir. "We have close to half a million dollars stashed away which you can prove we stole and if we want any of it back and to stay out of jail, we have to fuck you."

Boner time!

"Well, close... use your imagination on the last part. The first part was pretty much spot on." 

"Exactly what do you want us to do?"

"Sir"

"Sorry?"

"Exactly what do you want us to do, Sir. Let's get that little one set in stone from the start shall we."

"Exactly what do you want us to do SIR?"

Let's start with whatever I want, whenever I want wherever I want and with whomever I want. And to give you a bit of an example of where we will be going with this, do me a favour Lisa and kiss Angela for me."

Lisa turned back to me, about to refuse in very colourful language, when Angela elbowed her in the leg. She dropped her head in resignation and I zoomed the camera in a bit. I wanted this captured very clearly.

Lisa leaned forward and kissed Angela gently on the cheek.

"Not even close" I responded, and she knew what was to come.

Lisa dropped down onto one knee as Angela shifted around and grabbed the back of her neck. They came closer together and their lips parted. Tongues extended and dived into each other's mouths and they held it for around ten seconds before pulling away.

"Better, but needs practice. Be back in here at 6 tonight and you can give it another go. And while we are at it, let's adjust the dress code around here. Skirts and buttoned up shirts from now on. Whatever you want to wear over the top in terms of jackets and the like is up to you, as is the underwear situation, for now. Clear?" The girls simply smiled in understanding, got up and made their way out and back to their desks. At 6 each night, the door to the area is locked off to outside entry and you can only get in when let in by someone already in. I had them all to myself after that and couldn't wait.

I barely got any work done that afternoon and I was pretty sure Angela and Lisa were the same. By 6pm it was dark outside and the other 4 girls had gone home for the day. This was the first Friday in years they had all left separately and I was sure someone would be down asking questions about it, but that seemed to be my over exaggerating mind as we were not disturbed at all. As 6pm hit, Lisa hopped up and checked the doors before she and Angela came into the office. I held a finger to my mouth and pointed my other hand to the chair, indicating I wanted them to come in and sit without saying a word. Angela dimmed the lights and walked over to Lisa, who had already sat down. She went to invite me around the desk, but I held my finger to my lips again and declined with a shake of my head. I beckoned to Lisa and Angela got the message. This was a show.

She knelt in front of Lisa and pulled her in for a kiss. It was awkward and stuttering, the sort you knew two girls who were not used to kissing other girls shared in adult movies all the time, but being front row of the live show, it didn't seem to detract from the reality at all. Lisa reached around and lifted Ang's top up over her head and then removed hers. At this stage I was straining through my pants and undid my belt to ease a bit of the discomfort. Lisa heard this and looked over briefly before refocussing her efforts on Angela. 

Lisa's hand caressed Ang's back and slowly made its way to the bra strap. She fumbled with it, as she obviously wasn't used to undoing it at that angle, and slowly eased the straps off. Angela lifted herself up and after a second made a small moaning sound. Lisa had taken her nipple in her mouth and was stimulating it wildly. At this point I was directly behind Angela and couldn't see what she was doing. I was torn between moving to a better vantage point and not wanting to be caught on the camera, which had a side on view of the girls and me well out of the shot. I decided there would be plenty of time for me to get better acquainted with Lisa's oral abilities later and stayed in my seat. 

The next thing I saw Lisa's bra being discarded by Ang. She had removed it while Lisa had been busy sucking on her breast. Angela dropped to her knees and started on Lisa's chest, and my view was greatly improved. Lisa, however, seemed a lot more turned on from Angela's attention than Angela did and When Lisa raised her hips I spotted why. Angela pulled her underwear down and slid her hand back up between her legs. Lisa closed her eyes and threw her head back in a look of sheer ecstasy. As she gripped the arms of the chair tighter and tighter, Angela moved up and whispered something in Lisa's ear. Lisa just looked deep into Angela's eyes and nodded.

Lisa shuffled forward and draped her head back. Angela moved back from the chair slightly and moved her head between Lisa's legs. From my position all I could see was a topless Lisa lying back in the chair and the back of Angela's head between her wide open legs. It looked amazing. Lisa gripped the back of Angela's head with one hand and the arm of the chair with the other. Ang must have known what she was doing as Lisa was returned to the look of pure lust, lost in the moment prior to orgasm. I couldn't have peeled my eyes away if I wanted to.

As Lisa's breathing grew quicker she raised her head and looked me right in the eye. Her left hand pressed on the back of Ang's head and her hips bucked softly as her orgasm built. She came quietly, but physically, jolting her hips and convulsing in the chair, her eyes never leaving mine. As Angela slowed, the post orgasmic shivers one gets coursed through her body. She was a quiet lover, but you could tell once Lisa got started, you would come out very bruised but very satisfied.

Angela stood and undid the buttons to her slacks. She dropped her pants and slid her underwear off without pomp or ceremony. Almost an act of getting changed in privacy. She leaded back on the desk and taking Lisa's hand, pulled her up to kiss her. Lisa returned the kiss briefly, but then pulled back. She tasted her own juices on Ang and recoiled, but Ang pulled her back and forced her mouth open. 

"I did you, now you do me." Ang goaded Lisa. She pushed her down by the top of her head and Lisa's knees hit the floor with a thud. Angela laid back on the desk and I had a perfect view of her body from the head down. I also knew in this position she was only visible to the camera from the waist down, and even if there was more, it could be edited out. I didn't want any evidence of me on the camera if this was going to work. I had to stay above her waist.

I stood up and watched Lisa guide her tongue over Angela's pussy with almost mild repulsion. She didn't want to do what she was doing and it was very obvious. Knowing I had that much power over these girls and was in the act of doubling that power was the biggest turn on of all. 

"Ohhhh, that's it" Angela crooned as she gripped the back of Lisa's head the way Lisa had held her in, and with her other hand reached back and grabbed my pants. I immediately undid my pants and pulled down them and the boxers. Angela grabbed my cock and pulled it to her. She paused as Lisa hit a sweet spot with her tongue. "OH, fuck, that's it. Right there." She cooed and looking back at me, pulled my cock closer to her mouth. 

Angela's head was hanging over the edge of the desk and I bucked my hips out as she guided my cock into her mouth for the second time that week. The vision of Lisa's head between her legs combined with Angela's tongue on the sensitive part of my cock pushed me right over the edge. I blasted what seemed like a torrent of cum into Ang's mouth and she held it all. She pushed her back up to take it and Lisa took this as a sign she was coming herself and slowed her efforts. Ang pushed Lisa back and sat up. She pulled her in for another kiss, a full tongue kiss, and mid kiss Lisa very slightly bucked, almost stunned. Lisa then held her mouth open for a second longer before pulling back and swallowing. I then realised what had happened. 

Ang had already swallowed one of my loads and now it was Lisa's turn.

I sat back and caught my breath as both women dressed without looking at me and walked out of the room. I have no idea whether Angela came that night or not and quite frankly, I couldn't care less.

Saturday

That night I made a copy of the video, the camera captured everything perfectly, and the following day invited myself around to Oscar's house for lunch. As we sat there I passed him the memory stick and said "Consider this an early birthday present" He wondered off to his computer and came back 5 minutes later with a look that made me burst out laughing. I explained the full situation to him and asked him if he wanted in.

That night I made a booking for a restaurant local to the office for Tuesday night and booked a room in a motel also within walking distance. We arranged a time and he told me he wanted Cathy and Angela. I mentioned I would ask Lisa and Nerida along for my own enjoyment and we settled back with the most expensive case of beer the local bottle shop had and a couple of very nice cigars, courtesy of my new found income.

Tuesday

I called Angela, Lisa, Cathy and Nerida into my office that morning and told them we had a dinner appointment that night. They motioned to complain before I told them where and that it was very compulsory. They hesitated, and Angela stepped forward.

"Sir, our agreement about Nerida and the other two girls?"

"Still in place, but we have to start somewhere. Pop down straight after work and get a couple of drinks into you before I introduce you to our guest for the night." All four visibly stiffened at the knowledge there would be another person in attendance.

"Don't worry, he is fully aware of our situation and is just as keen as we are to keep his lips sealed. And besides, he is one of the many around here you owe" This made the expressions on their faces even more anxious and I decided to keep from them the identity of our guest and that he no longer worked here. This was too much fun.

That night I finished up and called Oscar. The girls all waited for each other and waved to me in acknowledgement that they would meet me at the restaurant. I arranged to meet Oscar elsewhere as I wanted to walk in with him to see the look on their faces when they realised it was their old boss who they were to be entertaining for the night. We met outside and walked in together. The restaurant was pretty empty due to it being a Tuesday night, and the girls saw us immediately. 

It was priceless. Angela, Cathy and Lisa all turned away and Nerida looked like she was about to throw up. We found a table and the fun began.

"Ladies, please take a seat, this is my friend Oscar, whom I'm sure you all know. Oscar, these are my little sex slaves. Angela and Cathy are here for your entertainment and the other two are here for mine." The girls cringed at this but remained quiet. I was loving it.

"Cathy, before you sit down, just let Oz feel your breasts." I said, almost loud enough for the waiter to hear. Cathy looked like she had been slapped as Oscar turned to me with a look of equal surprise. I returned Cathy's stare and she closed her mouth, moved around so her back was to the waiting staff, and bent down at the waist to present her chest to Oscar. Oscar grabbed both breasts with his hands and gave them a good feel. "Lift up the top, Cathy. If I wanted him to feel your shirt, I would have said so." She shot a look of loathing at me before looking over her shoulder at the restaurant staff. They weren't paying attention so she gently raised her top up at the front and pulled up at her bra so Oscar could slide his hands up and get a good feel. After a second a waiter started to make his way over so she dropped her top and took her seat.

"Thank you, Cathy" said Oscar as he settled himself in. She smiled a 'fuck you' smile and immediately picked up the menu. 

"Oz, what's the one thing you have always wanted to be called?" I asked as the waiter came up to our table.

"I've always been partial to 'Lord' myself actually Tom. Not in a Deity kind of way, but the old Lords and Ladies of Ye Olde England, if you know what I mean." He replied.

"Love it!" I responded, as the waiter stood patiently for us to finish our conversation. "Cathy, repeat after me 'My pleasure, My Lord." She lowered the menu and stared gobsmacked at me before glancing at the waiter and going a bright red in the cheeks. The waiter stood stunned, staring back at her, wondering like the rest of us, if she would comply. "Cathy..." I urged, and before I could finish, she raised her head to Oz, smiled a near perfect smile and crooned beautifully, "My pleasure, My Lord. Any time at all."

The waiter was stunned into silence so I ordered a Bottle of wine and garlic bread for Oz and me to share and four Long Island iced teas. The rest of the meal went off without a hitch as we flirted and hinted with the girls all night. The alcohol went straight to their heads and I was careful not to overload them. I wanted them in control when we went out after.

Dinner was finished at around 9.00 and we ventured on to a local hotel and enjoyed a couple more drinks. The later we went the more Oz and I fumbled and groped the girls, each of them accepting our advances until it almost seemed they were enjoying it. It was about an hour later when Oz leaned in to Cathy and whispered something in her ear. The smile faded from her face and she closed her eyes. She remained as still as possible but gently raised her hips as Oz reached under her dress. Then Cathy reached under the table and a second later Oz put something in his pocket.

Cathy continued to sit still and closed her eyes again. Oz's hand slowly crept up her leg until it hit an uncovered pussy. Cathy parted her legs a fraction on request and allowed Oz his feel. I turned to Lisa and asked her to do the same as no-one at the table was under any illusion as to what was going on. She complied, and to my surprise, so did Angela. Nerida simply sat still and looked away, hoping to be excluded. I nodded at Lisa to ask Nerida and she did. After a short discussion both girls stood and went to the bathroom.

Upon their return, they rather unsteadily sat and I noticed something different about Nerida. Lisa then slipped a bra into my pocket and I understood. I told Nerida that this was acceptable and thanked her. My hand found Lisa's legs and I explored for all I was worth.

A short time later Cathy and Lisa were starting to breathe a bit heavier so we relaxed our hand movements and I asked Nerida for a dance. The dance floor was very crowded and she looked rather unsure, but accepted anyway. Oz had turned to Angela who now had her eyes closed so I asked Cathy and Lisa if they wanted to join us and give these two a little privacy. They accepted and we left Angela and Oz alone.

While on the dance floor the music eventually slowed and Nerida attempted an exit back to the table before I grabbed her and pulled her in. This was the first contact I had made with her and remembering my promise, went as slow as I could. My hands wandered everywhere and she offered no resistance until my hand found its way under her skirt. At this she whispered a "Please not here" and pulled away.

I took Lisa's hand out of Cathy's, breaking up their very Sapphic dance and pulled them both back to the table. When we came back, Angela very quickly lifted her head out of Oz's lap and turned away rather embarrassed. I smiled at Oz and suggested we make our way back to the hotel. He whispered to Angela who very quickly tucked him back into his pants before we all made our way out.

The trip to the hotel was a quiet one as our entertainment for the night grew more and more nervous. The thoughts of what they may be asked to do were definitely sobering ones and when we arrived at the room, we didn't disappoint them. Oz had been looking forward to this since Saturday and he kicked into gear as soon as the door closed. He grabbed Angela's hand before she could make her way to the kitchen and started to undress her. The blouse was unbuttoned before she knew what was happening and when she started to resist, I grabbed her hands. "Let's remember why we're here, shall we?" I whispered, and turned her around for Oz to remove the shirt and Bra. "No fighting" I whispered again, as Oz completely unceremoniously stripped her in front of everyone. While they were distracted, I ducked into the bedroom quickly to take care of a little more insurance.

"Get down and start sucking my cock again" he demanded, as I came back into the room, and once she was naked he pointed to Cathy, motioning for her to come over as well. She made her way over and as soon as she was in reach he stripped her with the same carelessness. Soon both were naked, Cathy getting felt up and Angela on her knees sucking. Oz had his shirt on and pants around his ankles and was quite content with the arrangement.

Lisa and Nerida had moved into the kitchen while I was watching Oz and I called them in and asked them to bring in a drink when they came. Both made their way into the room slowly, trying not to watch the show being put on by their friends and ex boss. I called Lisa over and pulled her close. "Knees, now." I whispered and she reluctantly dropped down and undid my pants. I watched Oz's fingers pumping in and out of Cathy as Lisa took me in her mouth. After a couple of minutes I was coming hard, catching Lisa by complete surprise. None the less she caught all the cum and swallowed it well. "Good girl, now go into the bedroom and get undressed. Take Ned with you and make sure you cover yourselves in massage oil. I want you both oiled and on the bed for me in five minutes." 

Lisa stood and not even attempting to look me in the eye, whispered "Yes Sir" and walked off, taking Nerida by the hand. I went over to Oz and grabbed Angela by the hair, motioning for her to get up, and put a hand on Cathy's forehead as she faced away from me.

"Now listen carefully..." I said when I had their and Oz's attention. "Play nice and do EVERYTHING you are asked. If I hear one word of complaint from my friend here, you know what you have in store." I turned Ang around and forced both of them over the table, so their bare arses were sticking up. 

I lined up behind them and as roughly as I could, rammed myself inside. Both girls squealed and grabbed the desk and as I stepped back, I pulled them up and whispered "Very tight, very nice. Now fuck him properly and earn your money." With that I pushed them both down on their knees in front of Oz and made my way into the bedroom.

Once in there, Lisa and Ned were putting on the massage oil. It was quite a sight so I stood back and watched, getting undressed slowly before I had a fabulous idea. Them getting themselves ready for me looked like a scene straight out of a porno, and the hotel did have an adult channel, so I flipped the TV on and used the phone to dial up one of the adult movies. I joined the girls on the bed and as luck would have it, the first scene on the TV was a lesbian one. "Lets see what we can pick up, shall we?" I said, getting comfortable.

Nerida watched for a few seconds before turning to me. "I'm not comfortable with this" she said as I caressed her back. "I promised I would take it easy on you and I will, but you aren't just going to sit there and let Lisa do all the work are you?" I asked. Lisa leaned over and pulled Nerida closer. She whispered something in her ear and Nerida nodded and lowered her head into my lap. I sat there with Lisa in one arm as Ned took my cock in her mouth and brought me back to full hardness. It didn't take much but I had just gotten a blowjob in the lounge room so I wasn't completely hard. She continued slowly as Lisa played with my chest and the back of Ned's bobbing head.




The Office



"I want you two to do that." I said, pointing to the TV, as one of the two girls on it had her head between the legs of the other. Lisa lifted Ned up and rolled her over onto her back, opening her legs. Lisa had obviously taken the role of the dominant one and I let her go. As long as I got my dick in both of them I was happy. Lisa proceeded to dive into Ned's pussy with her tongue, and Ned was enjoying it. As she was licking I noticed her hand find its way between her legs. I sat up and leaned forward to see what was going on to find Lisa furiously diddling her clit.

She saw me lean forward and lifted her head long enough to say "Anything you want to stick in there, Boss?" That was the only invitation I needed. I put one knee next to Ned's head and put the other foot across the other side. Finding the right angle, I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance and played with the rim for a bit. Lisa reached back, grabbed my cock and pulled it in. She was horny as hell and I felt myself losing a bit of control of the situation, so I pulled out and brought my hand down on her arse, hard. "Oww, Fuck!" Lisa screamed, but didn't try to get up. Her hand went back to her clit and she continued playing with it. "Good girl, as long as you know who's in charge" I smiled.

For the rest of the night we fucked in various positions, with Lisa and I doing most of the work. I did manage to wrangle Lisa off Ned long enough at one stage to bang away at her for a while, but her lack of enjoyment was a bit too obvious, so I rolled her over and banged away doggie style a bit more before slamming back into Lisa again.

Soon enough I couldn't hold out any longer and blew my load all over Lisa's face. I told her to hold the pose and rushed out to the lounge room to grab my phone. Cathy was straddling Oz's waist and Ang was sitting on his face, both sharing a rather intimate kiss while bucking their hips slowly and having their tits groped by Oz so I left them at it and slipped back into the bedroom. I flicked onto the camera on my phone and as Lisa had her eyes closed so as not to get cum in them, she had no idea what I was up to until she heard the camera click. She wiped her face off and demanded me to delete it, but I told her to can it and get cleaned up before I sent the pic to everyone we knew.

Ned and Lisa made off to the bathroom together and after a few seconds I peeked in to see if I might catch a secret shower moment between them, but Lisa was in the shower alone and Ned was drying off, so I left them to it. 

A few minutes later, Ang and Cathy came in and went to the bathroom to freshen up as well, so I went out to see Oz. It was an understatement to say he was happy, so we both dressed and hit the bathroom after the girls, to find them gone when we came out. We wondered off home ourselves, sharing a cab and basking in the post threesome glows we both had.

Monday

The following Monday the girls were very quiet. They had been talking for most of the morning before Ang and Cathy came in and closed the door. I reached in to my desk drawer and hit the record button, just in case. "We want to talk about the arrangement we have." Ang started, sitting down as Cathy sat on the edge of the desk. 

"Will you both need to do the talking?" I responded. It took them by surprise. I winked at Cathy and she stood up again. "Did you not want me here?" she asked.

"On the contrary, Cath. I assume we are here to discuss the continuing funds we arranged in exchange for your very generous services?" I took their silence as a yes and continued. "As a bloke, I have a certain affection for not only sex, but talking about and watching sex as well, and as we are about to have a chat based around you wanting to fuck me, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get a hard on doing it, so have a guess what I want your mouth doing while I talk to Ang here." I said, pushing back and turning my chair around to the side.

Cath took the hint and came around the table. She dropped to her knees and started on my pants as I turned back to Ang. "So, what do you want to discuss?" Cath pulled my cock out of my boxers.

"You kind of like being blown, don't you boss?" she asked as my cock passed Cath's lips and made its way down her throat.

"Love it." I responded, "Now what's up?"

"The deal as I understood it is we fuck, we get our money back. After what we did for you last Friday and before, I would say we have got some fairly hefty finance due to us." Cathy was really going to town, but I held on as long as I could, focussing on Ang and the conversation with all my strength. I was definitely going to like getting used to this. 

Cathy was doing a fantastic job, but I hadn't had her yet, and I wanted to see just how well Angela could hold herself.

"Just a sec, Ang. Get up." I said, and pulled Cathy up off her knees and pushed her back onto the desk. She tried to get up on her elbows and push back against me, but I reached out for her breast holding her down on the desk "Leave your hands there and stay down. The way I see it Ang, we are in a bit of a dues payment period at the moment." I undid the shirt and lifted the bra up exposing her tits. They were squashed a bit by the bra strap and I knew it was cutting into her, but none the less they looked perfect. 

I pulled down her dress and grabbed both sides of her underwear. "Up" was all I needed to say as her hips lifted and the underwear was discarded onto the floor. I spread her legs and shoved my cock in as hard as I could. The rough treatment must not have been too against her liking, as there was a bit of moisture there and I slid in rather easily. Fuck she was good. Just tight enough for a good friction, trimmed hair and nice athletic tanned legs.

"I have a couple more jobs for you and a couple more of you to get my dick in before we can settle down into a regular routine, the first step of which will be a blowjob every Monday morning. Car payments and gym fees are fine, but put your lunches on hold for a bit until I know we are both where we want to be."

"Fine, but the gym fees are one of the two things I wanted to raise. They're due Thursday." She said, looking me right in the eye as I grabbed the back of Cath's knees and jack-hammered into her, my orgasm building quickly.

"Put it through as normal and in my tray for approval, But toasted sandwiches for a while, OK?"

"Deal. What else did you have in mind for this routine?"

"Hang on babe. Good girl Cathy, you look like such a slut like that." I smiled as I grabbed Cathy's hips and blasted a wad of cum into her bowels. I slipped out of her, pulled her legs down and helped her off the table, before forcing her back down onto her knees. She scowled at me as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, bracing for the foul taste of combined cum and sweat. But she sucked me off a bit, getting all the cum off me before tucking me back in and zipping up my pants. She was turning into such a little pro, I was so proud.

"Thanks Cath." I said, patting her on the ass as she stood up and turned around, picking her underwear up and slipping them back on. "Now fuck off while Ang and I continue this in private." Cath was about to resume her spot on the edge of the bench when she stopped and her jaw dropped. She looked at Ang, who simply held my gaze, before slowly making her way over to the door.

"For starters, they are going to be a lot more plentiful. I am also going to set up a little sleepover kit at my place for whoever of you I want for the night. And any night I want, so we will start doing up interstate client visit excuses so those of you that have hubbies don't get in trouble." Ang cringed a bit, but sat silent none the less.

"We will also have a few private meetings internally with staff that I will get you to assist with, if you know what I mean. But first, I have a favour to ask. It's my brother's birthday this weekend and I want to set something up for him. Problem 1 is he's married, so it will need to be another hotel job. Problem 2 is he doesn't know about our arrangement and I don't entirely trust him with it yet, for my own reasons." I lied. A little plot to round off my insurance policy was hatching as I was talking, so I went with it.

"Now I don't care who, just not you or Lisa, maybe lean on Megan a bit seeing she has gotten away scot free so far. Despite being married, my little brother has a bit of a taste for high class entertainment and I thought of you girls. I'm going to send him to a room in the same hotel we were in Friday night and I want one of you girls to meet him there, posing as a hooker."

Ang sat there, saying nothing, letting me lay it all out.

"Now don't mention money and don't mention me, except to say that you are a present and everything had been taken care of, but basically I want whoever it is to blow his mind, figuratively and physically. Like I said, anyone but you and Lisa, so when you girls work out who, send Lisa in. Got it?"

"Lisa? Don't you want to see her directly?"

"No, and let's try not questioning me or I might feel in the mood to start exploring some BDSM and try the old belt out, OK?"

This got her a bit and she stood up and made her way to the door. "Yes Sir, sorry Sir. I will send her in as soon as we work it out, but it will more likely be Meg than Rachel or Ned, she is still having trouble coming to terms with our little arrangement" She nervously mumbled as she left the office. Pause on the camera. That conversation might need a bit of editing.

Later that afternoon, Lisa came in and closed the door. "We worked it out Sir. Megan will meet your brother on Friday. What did you want to see me about?" 

"I just wanted to make sure Megan was on the right page about what I wanted her to do, and rather than telling her about it, I thought I would take the opportunity to get a bit of pussy at the same time, so I want you to show her. Not today, as your little slut of a colleague Cath gave me a great blowjob this morning, but let's say Wednesday, I want you and Megan in my office at lunchtime and I want you to demonstrate how much of a slut she needs to act like and after what you did to me on Friday, I would hazard a guess that you have plenty of slut in you once you get going?" 

"Um, yeah, I guess so..." Lisa mumbled, not really sure of how to take that one.

"From how you got into it on Friday, you seem to be a rather vocal lover and definitely not short on boldness. On Wednesday I want you to walk in here and fuck me, but not just shyly or quietly. I need you to show Megan how to be really forthright, use words like fuck, cunt, titties and cock. Tell me how horny you are and how much you want it. Not in a slutty way, but in a confident way, like the more enthusiasm you inject into it, the better it will be, because it's true. I want Megan to go in there and devour my brother, and I want him to think she is loving every minute of it. I want her to be a confident, foulmouthed, polite and proud hooker for the night for him and I want you to do the same for me on Wednesday, so I know she knows what I want her to do. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, I guess. It's just a bit difficult to get enthusiastic about being treated like a piece of meat, but we will see what we can do."

"That's the problem right there though. It's not you being treated like a piece of meat. It's you and me, or Megan and him having sex. Loud confident, satisfying on every level sex. He makes sweet and quiet love to his wife around once a week and as good as that can be, he would rather a good and obscene fuck every now and then as well, and at the moment he can't stop with the stories of the girls he meets in brothels around town, but I want his birthday present to be the best. Wednesday lunch time my office, now scram." I said, winking at her and getting back to work.

Lisa left the office and that night I checked the camera and put the battery on recharge, If this went according to plan, I would have both girls up front begging to be treated like whores on film to go with my footage of Lisa and Ang fucking each other in my spare chair and more, and I would probably need it for the final hurdle.

That night I called my brother to tell him about his bogus birthday present as his actual birthday wasn't a few months away yet, and why I was actually setting it up. For the record, he isn't married either, but I wanted to give the girls every reason not to doubt the request I had made, and sex with a married man is always something he and everyone he knows want to keep hush hush.

I booked the hotel room and arranged to meet him there at lunch on Friday to set everything up.

Wednesday

By Wednesday morning I was learning to kerb my enthusiasm towards pending sexual encounters to the point where I actually got something done. It was a follow up on an invoice that should have taken around 30 minutes but ended up taking closer to 90, but none the less, I did actually get it done. By lunchtime I had the batteries fully charged and the camera pointing in the right direction. Furniture was properly arranged and I was as hard as a rock when Megan and Lisa walked in. Meg took the chair in the corner but seemed too nervous to sit so she perched herself up on the back of the chair with her feet up on the seat. Lisa however, took what I had said in exactly the right manner.

"Hey boss. Got a sec? I was hoping you could help me with something."

"What is that Lis?" I played along.

"Well, I am as horny as fuck right now and I was hoping as you were the only guy on our floor, you might be able to help me out?" she said, perching herself on my desk right in front of me.

"Are you serious? I mean I wouldn't say no, but..." I stammered. I was loving this.

"Well, it's up to you and I don't want to force you into anything, but I will pretty much do whatever you want me to." She said, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out of her skirt. "I promise I won't take up too much of your time and you can put it anywhere."

"Anywhere?" That was unexpected...

"Yeah, my last boyfriend introduced me to anal sex and I did kind of enjoy it, but the only thing I won't do is suck it after it's been in my ass. That's a little too gross. Listen, how about I suck it for you for a bit and you can make up your mind after that. If you want to cum in my mouth let me know and I will do the best impression of a vacuum cleaner I can, Ok?"

Lisa pulled her top off and laid it out on the side of the desk and dropped onto her knees. If the idea of getting Lisa on film fucking my brains out was enough to get me hard, you can guess what the offer of her arse did to me. She had my cock out in a flash and after a couple of warm up licks and kisses, looked up at me. "Do you want me to look at you while I suck it, or just go to town?" Her tongue played with the head of my cock, gently trying to wiggle into the tip while she waited for my answer. Knowing I could stay hard after a blowjob and one orgasm, and one was definitely not going to be enough today, I ran my fingers through her hair, finding the top of her head.

"Go to town baby."

She smiled and gave me a "Fuck yeah!" before responding to the pressure I was applying to her head to force my cock into her mouth. I had a good handful of hair and glanced over to Megan. She was watching the show with a glint of a smile and winked at me when I caught her eye. After a few minutes I leant forward and whispered "Here it comes", then looking back at Meg and giving her a wink back, I unloaded in Lisa's mouth. The eruption of semen was huge and Lisa whimpered and squealed as I pumped her mouth full of cum. When I was done, she lifted her head and opened her mouth, wrapping her hand around my cock and slowly pumping it to keep me up.

When she opened her mouth, I could see the mouthful of cum she had caught. She was being as dirty as possible for me as she swirled it around her mouth with her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and gave a very exaggerated swallowing motion, before opening her mouth again to prove it had gone down the hatch. 

I gave her a little round of applause and she responded with a mini courtesy on her knees. She gave a little giggle and returned to my cock. "So do I get to shove this wonderful tool you have here in my pussy or not? You can't leave a girl hanging, you know, it would just be mean!"

She dropped her head to the side and batted her eyes, pleading with me in the cutest fashion possible so I took her hand and helped her to her feet. "Hop up there, my dear" I said, pushing her back onto the desk, "and get those clothes off. If you are horny enough to come in here and put yourself out like this for little old me, who am I to refuse."

I grabbed shat I had on the desk and put it in a pile on the floor. Lisa hopped up onto the desk and looked down. "When was the last time you had a table dance, boss?" and with that, slowly wriggled her hips to the imaginary music. After playing with, and eventually discarding the bra, she turned side on and lay down. She slowly wriggled and played with herself some more, smiling at me every now and then, fully aware of how much I was enjoying the show. After a few minutes she undid the zip on the side of the skirt she was wearing and lifted her arse up for me to pull it and her underwear off. Once I had her naked, I spun her around to face me and put each hand firmly behind her knees and spread them as far apart as they could go. "Why Sir, where do you think you are going?" She asked in a playful southern American accent as I dived in. My tongue played with her clit and entrance to her pussy before I forced it inside as far as it could go. She had shaved herself completely so there was no pubic hair to interfere, and she actually tasted divine. I suspected she had cleaned herself up before coming in as I detected a faint waft of bathroom soap and I was very grateful. 

After a few seconds I got the reaction I was after. The encouraging comments like "That's it" and "Oh fuck yeah, lick my clit" and "you've eaten pussy before, haven't you? Fuck you're good" had died down and the moaning had started. I was still rock hard thanks to these little comments and in part to the audience I knew we had, so when the hips started to rock gently, I eased off and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk.

"How bad do you want it, baby?" I teased, brushing the head of my cock over the entrance to her pussy. I glanced up at Meg who had slid into the seat and now had her pants pulled down and her hand in her underwear and was playing with herself like mad. I smiled and winked at her again, and she smiled back and closed her eyes.

"God, I want it bad. Shove it in there, boss. Ram it into my cunt as hard as you can. Own that fucking pussy." She writhed in front of me clawing at my cock and putting on the sluttiest persona she could.

"You want it hard, slut? Who's fucking pussy is this, huh? Who's little cunt is it, baby?" 

"Yours boss, your little pussy. Own me, fuck me, come on, slam it in, ram it in there!" she begged as she raised her hips to me. I lined my cock up with the entrance and shoved. Lisa screamed out as I pounded away. I pulled her legs up and spread them wide. She held them there as I leaned over her and covered her mouth with a hand, slipping two fingers in for her to suck. I lowered my mouth to her tits and moved my hand from her mouth around to the back of her hair and gave a pull. She cried out again and came hard. I gently bit her nipple while pulling on her hair as she thrashed out her orgasm.

When she was done, I didn't let up. I fucked her just as hard and she pulled herself up onto her elbows.

"Fuck it, that's it boss. Fuck your good little whore. How'd you like me bent over the desk, huh? Want to fuck me from behind a little? Or maybe in your chair?"





The Office



Two months after giving birth, she returns to work. Every day, she pumps her breast milk so she can take it home. There's a sexy younger male co-worker at her office. This could get interesting...

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The Office



"Hi, busy?" 

You look up from your paperwork to the familiar voice. You smile as you take in the sight of me leaning against your office door frame. I'm wearing black patent high heels and a buttoned up beige mac which barely covers my arse.

My legs are bare, my torso covered. My thick dark brown hair is pulled up into a messy bun, my lips are painted red, my big brown eyes exaggerated by my dark mascara.

"Not for you."

Your eyes lingering on my thighs again.

I gently close the door and strut over to you. Shaking out my hair as I do, resulting in a big mane of long hair.

"Good, I just wanted your opinion on something..."

You're sat extremely still in your office chair, I stand astride your legs. Resting my left hand on my hip, my right hand softly touches my lapel and I follow the edge of the mac down to the bottom button. Slowly, one-by-one, I unbutton my coat. From the bottom up. Inch-by-inch, I tease you with what's underneath. You see a flash of black, a flash of red. You had assumed that I was wearing a short dress/skirt underneath. As soon as the coat is fully unbuttoned, I shrug it off and let it drop to the floor, revealing a black lace basque with a red silk trim with matching french panties (black lace with a red ribbon tied in a bow - like a present waiting for you).

You groan. "That is very very nice..." you manage as your eyes wander all over my scantily clad contours. Taking me in. You lean back in your chair, and I notice your bulge straining against your suit trousers. I place both hands on your knees and lean forward. I kiss you softly.

I whisper in your ear, "let me take care of that..."

I drop to my knees and unhurriedly unbutton the top of your trousers, unzipping your fly slowly. My nails trace the top of your boxers. Feeling your stomach muscles tense under my touch. Your cock twitches as I get closer to it. I clutch my fingers over the top of your boxers and forcefully pull them down. I grin mischievously as your hard cock is freed.

I look up into your eyes as I lean forward and wrap my red lips around the tip of your cock. The flat of my tongue flicks over it, causing you to suck in deep. I suck sharply. You exhale dramatically. I watch you loosen your tie and undo a few top buttons. I taste precum and smile against your hard cock. Slowly I push my head down, taking you into my mouth at a leisurely pace. 

You hit the back of my throat yet my lips haven't reached your base. I push down harder, feeling you push into my throat. My eyes tear as I gag on your cock. I push my hands under you and grab your arse, encouraging you to thrust into me, fuck my mouth. My throat adjusts to your girth as I slowly starve myself of oxygen. I love it. I moan involuntarily, forcing you out of my throat, out of my mouth.

I lick the underside of your cock, from base to tip before pursing my lips around it. My head bobs up and down enthusiastically as I suck with vigour, careful not to tip you over the edge.

I stop. 

I pull my mouth off slowly, sucking the entire length of your cock one last time. I plant a kiss on the head before I stand and hop up onto the desk. My legs crossed, I lean back onto my hands. I arch my back, my breasts pushed high, my breathing controlled.

"So are you going to return the favour?"

You roll your chair forward, grinning. You place your hands on my hips. The thin lace of my panties teasing your senses. You run your fingertips along the outer side of my smooth legs. Over my thighs, my knees, my calves, down to my ankles. You take my ankle and straighten my leg. You look into my eyes as you plant a soft kiss on said ankle. Making me shiver. You kiss oh-so-slowly your way up my inner calf, my knee, my inner thigh. Stopping short of my pussy. I moan with annoyance. You can see a wet patch in the lace. You feel your cock twitch. You grab my other ankle and repeat the whole process, painfully teasing.

This time, when you stop short, you make a long languid lick over the lace, right where my clit is hiding underneath. I moan loudly. Just one lick, as you spread my legs apart, pushing my ankles up so I have to rest the heels on the edge of the desk precariously. You place your hands on my hips as you pull my bottom closer to the edge of the desk. You pull your hands down and round my arse to between my inner thighs, spreading my legs further apart. You run your thumb along the edge of the panties, feeling my bare pussy. I sigh softly. Spreading my legs further apart subconsciously. You grin.

You lean forward and place a soft sensuous kiss on my barely covered pussy, breathing me in. Your thumbs still running up and down the side of my pussy lips, still not quite touching. You run your thumbs up to the top of my panties, pulling the lace tight against my pussy. Outlining my swollen clit and pussy lips, it makes you grin; seeing my obvious arousal, knowing you've barely touched me. You hook your thumb under the sides of the panties and pull them off roughly. Exposing me.

You lean forward again, kiss either side of my inner thigh and then, using the tip of your tongue, you slowly part my puffy pussy lips. I exhale dramatically as you taste me for the first time. For finality, you flick your tongue against my clit, making me slump back on the desk.

You kiss my clit lovingly; a delightful, wet, intense kiss which makes me buck against your mouth. You then start licking my pussy lips. Long controlled licks with the flat of your tongue. Making my clit pulsate. You suck a lip into your mouth - lick, nibble, pull it out slowly and repeat the whole process on the other. You attend to my clit once again, drawing circles around it with your tongue as you gently suck. My back arches and I struggle to breath with this damn basque on, my breasts heaving against the material.

You're teasing me in the same way I teased you. Not quite letting me get to the point of no return. You push your tongue into me, making me gasp. You grab my hips and help me fuck your tongue. My heels slip, so you rest them against your shoulder, my heels digging into them. It's painful, but you enjoy it anyway as you relentlessly tongue fuck me.

"That's enough! Fuck me." I plead.

You pull your mouth away, grinning at my outburst and use your thumb to circle my clit. 

"Fuck me what?" You tease, speeding up the circles with your thumb. "Mmmmm, fuck me please?" "Oh, seeing as you're begging..." 

You stand up and push your trousers and boxers down. You take out your cufflinks, unbutton your shirt and pull it off - tie and all. 

I love watching you undress. I love the way you're confident naked. Even more so than when you're fully clothed.

I teasingly run my right heel up the outside of your left leg. As soon as I reach your waist, I wrap my leg around your back and pull you forward. You grin. Sensing my urgency. You grab my arse and pull me to the very edge of the desk. Your hands move round to my hips as you push yourself into me, holding me in place. I wrap my other leg around you too. You lean forward and kiss me as you slowly build up the pace. I push my fingers around the back of your head and pull your mouth against mine. Fucking me in a rough yet controlled manner. Feeling my wetness gush against your crotch as you hit my g-spot repeatedly. I'm moaning softly between kisses.

You withdraw abruptly.

"Get up." "What?!" I stare at you in disbelief. I was sooooo close. "Get up."

I oblige. You run your fingers over the basque, creating goosebumps on my skin. My clit is throbbing between my legs as you take your time to take me in. My lipstick is smudged, but you find it quite sexy. You run your thumb under my bottom lip to correct it a bit. My big brown eyes are looking up at yours. Imploringly. You just look without saying a word. 

You turn me around, and whistle as you see my arse. You run a finger down my spine to my coccyx. I shiver involuntarily. You playfully spread my arse cheeks, you let go, watching them slap together. I do have a fantastic arse. You place your hand between my shoulder blades and forcefully push me onto the desk, arse high, pussy exposed.

You clutch onto my hips as you teasingly rub the tip of your cock against my pussy. Rubbing against my clit, I moan. Back up to my pussy. I feel you engage. You slowly push yourself into me. My pussy tenses around you. The sight of my back still covered in a lacy basque, my waist accentuated, excites you. You start fucking me with no reserve, pushing the front of my legs into the edge of the desk. I'm moaning louder now. You hope no one can hear me in your office. Fuck it, you think. You want them to know you're fucking me.

The thought turns you on. Letting your colleagues know you're fucking me. You start fucking me harder. I yelp in pain and pleasure. Your cock is hitting my cervix and I love it. My hands are clutching the edge of the desk as I try not to cry out too loudly. I feel the palm of your hand slap across my buttocks. "Mmmmmmm..."

"Oh, you like that do you? You filthy slut." Spank. You reach up and pull my hair hard. I cum instantly. You feel my body shudder underneath your hands. My pussy tighten around your cock like a vice. I slump onto the desk. Relaxed. Euphoric. Like a cat that's got her cream.

You start to fuck me without reserve. Letting the sensation build up in your balls. Letting go, you cum. Hot and gooey and plenty of it, filling up my pussy. You slump onto my back and try to gain composure of yourself. Your breathing. Reluctantly you get up and pull me up with you.

You hold me against your back, your cock slowly softening and making its way out of my pussy. You bite my neck and pinch my clit playfully. Your other hand rubbing my breasts.

"Why don't we finish this off later?" You whisper into my ear.

The promise of more in the near future perks me up tremendously. You let go. Watch me grab my mac and put it on. I go to find my panties and start to put them back on.

"No." I look up at you, you're sat back in your chair, still naked watching me. "I want to watch you leave the building, knowing you're not wearing anything under that short coat." I stuff the panties into the pocket.

You get dressed as I try to sort my smudged lipstick out. You walk me to the door. I'm completely disheveled but you look just as put together as when I arrived. You kiss me passionately. My hair, make up, smile, demeanour screams "SEX". You smile. Knowing that everyone else will know as soon as I leave your office - if they hadn't heard us already. 

You open the door and watch me walk out, patting my bottom as I leave. All heads look up as I walk by, my arse slightly visible from the short coat. They're watching me leave as intently as you are. You get a kick of pride from it. Just as I walk out, you notice your cum running down my inner thigh. Your cock twitches again, as you're pretty sure everyone else noticed that too.



The Office



Miss Price had worked at the office for about four weeks now and was slowly getting used to the strange hours. She was a qualified secretary and had taken the job after being made redundant from her last position. The hours were unsociable but the pay was exceptional for the amount of work she had to do. 

It was 7pm and she was just getting ready for her last night shift of the week, she was looking forward to her weekend off and couldn't wait to relax at home. Miss Price had a quick shower and dressed in her usual office attire of a knee length black pencil skirt, white shirt and smart black blazer. This was topped off with stockings and high heels that complemented her shapely legs. Miss Price was a stereotypical secretary with the outfit, hairstyle, and glasses, that she wore perched on the end of her nose giving her an air of authority about her.

Miss Price arrived at work just after 8pm, she had never figured out why the company needed a secretary at night but wasn't going to complain about it as the pay was so good. She made herself a coffee and sat down at her desk and started to busy herself in her work. It was quiet on the night shift and she was often alone in the office for most of the night.

The evening was uneventful apart from a slight problem with a delivery that she had to sort out around midnight and Miss price was sitting there clock watching waiting for the end of her shift. She was deep in thought when Mr Daniels arrived in the office around 4am.

Miss Price had secretly lusted after Mr Daniels since he first interviewed her for the job about a month ago. Many a night she had woken up dreaming of his naked body against hers. Mr Daniels was tall, well over six foot with chocolaty brown skin, short cropped hair and a cheeky dimple on his right cheek. He flashed her one of his famous smiles as he walked past her into his office. God he looks so hot, she thought as he was dressed in one of his trademark grey suits, striped shirt and matching tie. She took a sly glance at his ass as he strode past her. She had fantasied about grabbing his ass so many times!

Mr Daniels called Miss Price into his office to discuss the recent sales figures. She could feel herself blushing as he patted the seat on the sofa gesturing for her to sit down. She smiled shyly at him and sat next to him on the sofa, her knee brushing against his causing shivers of excitement to run through her lower body. I must get a grip, she thought to herself as she felt her body tingling. He moved closer towards her as he went through the statistics and she could feel the heat of his body against hers.

Mr Daniels looked Miss Price in the eye and moved his mouth towards her, she thought she was going to die and go to heaven as she had thought about this moment for the past few weeks. His lips met hers and he slowly parted her lips with his tongue, probing her mouth with it. His hand went to the back of her neck and he pulled her closer, kissing her with more intensity until her body was pressed against his. Miss Price could feel her body responding to his and tingles were shooting through her and she could feel her pussy getting wet. She wanted him now and there was nothing that was going to stop her. She ran her hands over his chest and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing smooth brown skin beneath it. She slowly kissed his neck moving her tongue downwards towards his nipples, nibbling and kissing all the time. She circled her tongue around his left nipple before moving to the right, licking and sucking it harder as he started to moan softly.

Mr Daniels pushed Miss Price back against the sofa and kneeled between her legs slowly parting her thighs with his hands. He pushed her skirt upwards revealing her black stockings and lacy red knickers. He curled his thumbs around the side of her knickers and pulled them down over her legs revealing her shaved pink pussy. He ran his tongue up the inside of her left thigh, teasing all the time. Miss Price could feel herself getting wetter and wetter and was not sure how much more teasing she could take. He ran his tongue over her clit, making her moan with pleasure, licking softly at first then harder making her quiver. He licked and sucked her clit for what seemed like hours before pushing his tongue deep inside her pussy making her push herself onto his face. Miss Price was close to coming but held back as she wanted to feel him deep inside her. 

Mr Daniels pulled Miss Price to her feet and took her over to his desk where he sat her down on the edge of it. He unzipped his trousers to revel his large cock that was throbbing with desire. She leant back on the desk and parted her legs with anticipation. Mr Daniels rubbed the head of his cock around her clit, teasing again before pushing it deep into her pussy making them both groan with pleasure. He grabbed her hips and started to fuck her pussy hard and fast making her yelp with pleasure as his large hard cock went inside her. Mr Daniels was watching his cock slip inside her warm wet pussy and this was making him harder than ever as he could see her juices glistening on his shaft.

Mr Daniels pulled his cock out and motioned for Miss Price to bend over the desk, which she was happy to do. He pushed his cock deep inside her pussy again and started to fuck her harder and harder, feeling his balls slap against her. God, this pussy was driving him wild. He put one had on her hip and the other on her shoulder, pulling her deeper and deeper onto his throbbing cock. Miss Price was moaning with ecstasy with each thrust he made.

Miss Price wanted to take him in her mouth so she pushed him back and dropped to her knees in front of him. She could taste her pussy on his cock as she took it all in her mouth and licked and sucked furiously. Her hand caressed his balls, slowly then harder, making him groan with desire. She moved her tongue down his shaft and took his balls in her mouth, sucking hard on each one, making him harder and harder. His hand was in her hair, pulling gently as she sucked and licked his balls.

Mr Daniels could feel himself wanting to come so he gently pushed her head away and went to sit in his office chair, a black leather affair with a high back. Miss Price straddled his lap and pushed her now soaking pussy onto his cock. My time to tease, she thought as she only let the head of his cock inside her. He groaned each time she did this as she teased him relentlessly. Finally she pushed her pussy down onto his cock and started to ride him faster and faster, tensing her muscles around his cock making it tighter for him. She grabbed the back of the chair and fucked him harder and harder as his mouth moved down her neck towards her chest. He ripped of her shirt revealing a lacy white bra which he undid in a matter of seconds. His mouth met her nipple and he sucked it furiously as she rode his cock harder and harder. He was so close to cumming now and could not hold it back as he spurted deep inside her making her shiver with pleasure. They sat there for a few moments before Miss Price got off his cock and went back to the desk. 

She lay backwards on the desk and parted her legs whilst Mr Daniels watched. He could see his cum trickling out of her pussy and he could feel stirrings in his cock as he watched her push one, then two fingers inside her pussy before taking them in her mouth and licking them clean. She continued to finger fuck herself as Mr Daniels watched, the other hand rubbing her clit. She could feel herself cumming and could hardly suppress a scream and she came hard and fast all over her hand. 

Miss price lay there breathing heavily watching Mr Daniels' reaction to what had just happened, he had a cheeky smile on his face and she could see he was ready for some more ........................................ TBC



The Office



Numbers, fucking numbers. He hated them. 

He stopped looking at the screen and turned his chair to look out the office window. He could see the Thames and the odd ferry traveling on it's murky waters. His work was stressful, but he loved his office in the corner of the building. It had large windows on two sides and he could see what the rest of the city was doing as he sat there making and breaking fortunes.

It was good work, but it got to him sometimes. There was always pressure to perform and it never ended. The company was going well on the back of his efforts and he had all the spoils of success. 

Sometimes it wasn't enough.

He needed to relieve......the pressure.

He smiled to himself as he looked out at the fading light at the end of the day. He had more work to do, but first he needed to attend to things. He turned back to his desk and pressed the button on the phone.

"Yes, sir?"

He smiled, feeling a slight growing tension in his pants.

"Jane, could you please bring me a coffee?"

"Yes, sir. Anything else?"

"Lock the door when you come in," was all he said before releasing the button and leaning back into his chair.

Jane had been his personal assistant for over a year and he had never worked as well with anyone else. She was stunning and a good ten years younger than him. Long blonde hair with slight curls and more intelligence and wit than most people he'd met.

His thoughts were distracted with a knock at the door and then she came in, a cup of coffee on a saucer. She closed the door with her free hand and then pressed the button on the handle to lock the door. She walked towards his desk dressed in sensible flat shoes, a tasteful skirt that finished just above her knees, white blouse and red jacket. She placed the coffee gently on the table and sat in the chair across from him.

"Here, sir," she said, nodding slightly, blue eyes looking at him.

"Thank you," he said, "it's been a tough day."

She nodded again.

"My pleasure. Anything else I can do to help, sir?" she asked.

He leaned back in his chair, resting his clasped hands on his toned belly and smiled at her. 

"It's just constant pressure, but you do so much to help me," he said. "I think I need to take a break for a few minutes."

She looked at him steadily.

"Yes, sir, that would be wise."

He nodded and then pulled open the drawer in his desk, looking for something and then placing it on his desk. It was a tube of lipstick. Russian red. Jane looked down at it.

"It would be best if you....refresh yourself," he said quietly.

She nodded wordlessly and reached over the desk to pick up the lipstick. She opened it and then applied it expertly without even having to check herself in a mirror. When she'd finished, she placed it back down on the desk and looked at him.

"Is that better?"

"Yes, much," he said, smiling at her, "though it's difficult to improve on your natural beauty."

He pushed the chair away from the table and leaned back a little further, his hands now behind his head and the stirring and heat in his groin becoming more pronounced. He looked at her.

"You know what I need, don't you, dear?"

She looked back at him, her tongue very lightly running to her top lip and then back into her mouth.

"Yes, sir."

"You've always been a good girl, very considerate."

"Thank you, sir," she said. "You look after me well."

He nodded. 

"I'm glad you think so," he said, pausing for a moment. "Now get over here."

She got up and smoothed her skirt a little before walking around the table to stand in front of him, looking down at him and waiting.

"Sir?"

"On your knees, dear, and unzip me....just like a good girl should."

"Yes, sir," she said and then began to drop to her knees in front of him, using the arms on the chair for support. Once she was on her knees, she looked up at him sitting in the chair, his hands behind his head.

"Unzip me...."

Her small, soft hands went to his pants and started to unzip him, feeling the hardness underneath the soft fabric of his trousers. She slid his zip down fully and then her hand entered his pants, pulling his briefs down and bringing his cock out and holding it in her hand.

One of his hands reached down, running through her hair and then beginning to gently twine the strands around his fingers. His cock felt comfortable in her hand, filling it, the small palm warming him and making him harder, twitching as it grew.

The tip of his cock felt cool now exposed to the air, a drop of precum on the tip, showing his desire.

"Now, dear, be a good girl and suck it for me....I need relief."

He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head forward.

"Now..." he said in a low growl.

Jane's lips pressed to the head of his cock and then opened slightly to take him in, just the head. Her tongue swirled around the end of it, mopping up the sweet precum on the tip and then she pushed into his hole, sending pleasure coursing through him.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his fingers tightening in her hair, "Be a good slut for me...."

He bucked his hips a little and more of his shaft slid through her red lips and into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue sat underneath the shaft as he pushed it in, cradling his length on it.

His head lolled back a little and he closed his eyes as she began to suck. She'd always been good at it, knew just the right things to do and how to bring him pleasure. His cock sunk deeper into her as she sucked and he twitched in her mouth, the shaft now at its full length. He bucked again and felt the head touch the back of her throat.

"Take it all," he said, "all of it...."

He heard her moan and then she adjusted herself slightly. He forced her head down further and this time the head slid past the entrance to her throat and he felt the ribbed walls stimulating his head.

"Yes....," he hissed, "like that....such a good girl."

He pumped gently into her mouth, short strokes to keep his cock in her throat, feeling the vibrations of her moans over his sensitive head. He looked down into his lap, his hand fisted in her hair, her lips at the base of his shaft, a small ring of pink foam around them of lipstick, saliva and precum.

He lifted her head slowly, watching his red-streaked shaft slide from her mouth, glistening in the office light. Her lips were now smeared with lipstick and she looked up at him, the cock head still in her mouth.

He whispered, "Such a good slut for me, aren't you dear, helping me relax...."

Her face broke into a small smile around his cock and she nodded. Her tongue was working the head as he spoke to her, her small hand now wrapped around the base of his shaft.

"Fuck...."

He pulled her back down towards him and bucked at the same time, his cock once again plunging deep into her and then pushing through into her throat. Her nose was now pressed against the bottom of his white shirt and all he cared about now was relief. He kept using short thrusts to keep his cock in her as deeply as possible.

"Fuck....such a good girl...so....pleasing...."

His breathing was heavy now. There was no time for niceties, not in the office, where all he wanted was relief, to spill his seed in her or over her. He felt one of her hands move down to his sac and cup his heavy balls, tingling from the impending orgasm.

"Fuck...you're....my...good....slut...."

He pressed more forcefully on her head now, bucking his cock into her at the same time and he felt her writhing for breath. He released the pressure a little, allowing her to suck his cock at her pace and get some air. The tingling in his sac told him it wouldn't be long before he got what he wanted.

His cock slid in and out of her red lips, the streaking becoming redder and redder. She squeezed slightly on his sac with her warm, soft hand and her urgency increased as she bobbed more quickly on him. 

"Good girl..." he said, encouragingly, "good girl......"

He was so close to his orgasm, but today he wanted to mark her, leave his seed on her....

He pulled up on her hair and looked into her eyes, the mascara now streaked down her face and the area around her lips smeared in the juices of his cock.

"I'm going to mark you....mark you as my slut....as my good girl.....understand...?"

She nodded, only a short nod because her hair was still tightly held by his hand.

He pushed himself up a little, towards the edge of the chair. 

"Stroke my cock....above your face....I want to cum on you..."

She smiled.

"Yes, sir," she said, her first words for over ten minutes.

Her small hand started to fist his cock, sliding up and down on the lubrication provided by lipstick, saliva and precum. He looked down at her, his cock hovering over her face.

"Fuck," was all he could say. "Fuck....."

His nuts were starting to tighten as his body gave way to pleasure. No one could weather the storm of her pleasure, and he wasn't Superman.

Her pretty face looked up at him with a grin and then he felt his cock swell and a rush of cum rise through his shaft.

"Fuck......"

He shot a thick ribbon of warm cum onto her temple and cheek and the side of her neck as he cried out. He heard her gasp in pleasure.

"Good girl," he said breathily.

Another rope of his cum landed on her top lip, the thread running over her bottom lip and then onto her chin. The relief was washing over him, blessed relief, but there was still more.

"Yes...such a good slut....open your mouth...."

She had just opened her mouth when a further wad of cum spurted from him and into her mouth.

"Fuck...."

He could feel every ounce of stress flowing out of him, onto her and into her. His hand loosened on her hair, but she returned to sucking him, cleaning his cock of any signs of what they had been doing. He looked down at her, covered in his cum.

"Such a good girl...." he said softly, ruffling her hair, "so good."

His breathing was starting to return to normal and still she cleaned him, his cock now flaccid. Finally she finished and she looked up at him.

"Was that good, sir?" she asked.

He smiled softly at her.

"Perfect, as usual, dear," he said, running a hand along her cheek. 

"Thank you, sir."

"No, dear, thank....you."

He smiled and she smiled back at him. She started to get up. She would clean herself up in his ensuite. As she started to turn away from him, he said, "And, Jane?"

She looked around.

"Yes, sir?"

"I think my coffee's cold."

She chuckled.

"I was busy keeping other things warm, sir."



The Office



Kiwi 91 edited this.

Hi, my name is Ann. I just started working for my best friend's father as his secretary at his home office this week. This was all her idea because she knew I always had a crush on her dad. She thought this would be a good way for me to get rid of those feelings by working with him for 6 days a week 7 hours a day. How wrong she was because this just made it worse.

Today was especially stressful because he caught me masturbating in his bedroom to his picture. He didn't say anything he just watched me. I was so caught up in myself I didn't know he was there till after I settled down from my orgasm. 

Since today was so stressful I decided to take a hot bubble bath. So I lit some candles, put on some classical music and ran me a hot vanilla scented bubble bath. I threw my hair up in a bun on top of my head so none of my hair would get wet. And I sunk into the nice hot steaming water thinking about Mr. P. Once I started to relax I slowly started to massage my breast rubbing my thumb over my nipples. Once they had stiffened I took them between my thumb and forefinger and pinched and pulled my nipples sending shiver of pleasure all the way to my pussy. I slid my right hand down my stomach slowly till it was at my pussy lips. I rubbed my fingers up and down my slit. My middle finger spread my lips apart and found my clit which was hard and poking out of the hood. I rubbed my clit for a minute or two then I slowly inserted two fingers in my wet hot hole. I gently began to finger fuck myself while still pinching on my nipples. As my fingers moved inside my pussy my palm was pressed up against my clit. I was so closed one last pull of my nipples and my body stiffened for a second as my orgasm subsided I sunk back into the water and removed my fingers. I was now fully relaxed. 

When I went to bed at home I slept peacefully. The next morning I had a plan. I wore this school girl mini skirt without any panties, a white button up shirt with the top 3 bottoms undone so my cleavage would show with no bra and a pair of black pumps. I let my hair hang down over my shoulders. With a little light pink lipgloss and very light eyeshade I was ready to go to work. 

I teased Mr. P all day long by bending over slightly to pick something up giving him a small view of my ass or bending down in front of him to show off my cleavage. At one point I had bent all the way forward to act like I was tying the laces on my pumps to give him a good view of my ass and pussy. About noon he called me into his office.

"Miss Ann could you please come here for a moment?" He said. 

"Yes sir! What can I do for you Mr. P?" I replied. He threw a pen under the table. 

"I have dropped my pen. Please pick it up for me." Mr. P asked. 

When I bent down to pick it up, I let my short skirt slide up so he could see a little of my ass since I was not wearing any panties. 

"Anything else I can do for you boss?" I said after giving him his pen.

"Please take a look at this." My boss requested. 

I leant deep down over his desk to read at his blank paper. I knew he could see a lot of my perky titties through the generous cleavage on my shirt since I was not wearing a bra.

"There is another thing you can do. My zipper seems to have got stuck. Please open it for me." He begged me.

I got down on my knees and crawled under his desk to unzip the pants. 

"I feel stressed today miss Ann. Please make me feel better. You know what to do." Mr. P said.

I pulled out his cock and slowly put all of its massive length inside my mouth. My glossy lips massaged his dick as I moved my head up and down between his legs while my tongue caressed the glans carefully. 

"Please don't spill anything!" Mr. P told me gently before he quietly moaned when all of his cum exploded into my mouth. 

I swallowed the whole load and milked out every last drop of sperm. 

"Thank you very much Ann. Please go and clean yourself now." He said and I nodded. 

He followed me inside the restroom to take off my shoes and pull the skirt down my legs. The buttons on my shirt flew everywhere when he ripped it open to take it away. Mr. P squeezed my perky breasts firmly while he suckled on both of the stiff nipples one at the time. His tongue and lips moved in circles. The hands moved down to my ass and grabbed it with force. He slowly moved downwards my long sexy legs. He lifted me up so my pantieless ass was sitting on the sink counter. Mr. P kneeled in front of me to start licking my newly shaved pussy. With his tongue he spread the lips and entered the vagina to taste my juices. I was horny and wet when my boss whipped my clit repeatedly with the point of his tongue. I started moaning and breathing faster. 

"I am coming! I love you Mr. P!" I screamed out when my naked body shook by a mighty orgasm. 

"I love you my secret mistress and here is your reward for today because it looks like I ruined you shirt." He said before he gave me the short smooth black silk dress that was low cut for large breasts. 

He would get a wonderful view of my cleavage. We French kissed and hugged each other for a long time before I took my skirt off and slid the dress on. I held his hand as we walked out together with the clicking sound from my pumps and went back to work.



The Office



I was having to be at work late...your secretary....and you had me pinned against the desk,hands behind my back, covering my eyes by removing your tie. I resist because I want to see you and touch you.

This is not the response you wanted, you turn me around to face the desk and kiss me on my neck and back as you give me a spanking.....reminding just who the boss really is. You find it is not easy to hold my hands and do this at the same time, so you fasten them in front of me so that I am stretched across the desk but not laying on it. You want to have full access to my breasts.

In your top drawer you find the clamps and gently caress my nipples, lightly nipping and suckling them till they are hard with desire. I moan and softly cry out...my desire building at an alarming rate. As my right nipple starts aching and responding you pull your mouth away and put a clamp on causing a quick intake of breath. Then you slowly, methodically repeat the procedure to the left nipple. By now I can't stay still... wanting to feel more of your touch.

You kiss me passionately and I cling helpless to your mouth craving more and more... just wishing I could at least see you. Your hand languidly follows the curve of my back. You run your hand across my buttocks moving closer to the warmth between my legs. As I try to move closer to your hand you are disappointed that I will not stay still. So you spread my legs farther apart and tie my ankles to keep me in one place.

Now you proceed to give me another round of spankings which gets me even more worked up. I am whimpering now. My legs are far enough apart that my pussy is throbbing like a hungry mouth. You softly kiss where you just were spanking as you hand goes to cover the lips of my pussy.... feeling the warmth and moisture provided from my passion building. Your fingers explore this moist core and I cry out knowing that you might punish me again..

But instead you kneel down and give my pussy sweet kisses as you dart your tongue to taste me. You are pleasantly surprised as to how wet I have become. As your fingers delve even deeper you concentrate on my clitoris which by now is a throbbing hard kernel of passion. I start to beg for release, but it is not time yet.

All of a sudden you stop. I lay there whimpering as I hear you take your pants off. You stand there for a few minutes with a small smile on your face, admiring the color of my reddened buttocks and the evident moisture between my legs. I start getting more and more restless waiting to feel you inside me, but I hear you move about the room.

Then I feel a light tug on the chain holding my nipples firm making me gasp for air. This motion causes me to lean more forward and I feel the hardness of you pressing against my lips. I softly kiss and lick the soft texture reeling in in the flavor and smell of your body so close to me. I take you into my mouth caressing you with my tongue, steadily pulling you farther into the warmth of my mouth and letting you gently guide back out, but never fully letting you to pull away. I greedily want more.

Then you remove the tie from my eyes and as my eyes readjust I see you hard and throbbing in front of me. I suck harder and look up at you. Seeing the desire evident in your eyes I know you want me as much as I want you and this makes me suck you faster and with more zeal, but you decide it is time to feel me and walk behind me where you feel the warmth from the spankings....

You gently play with my anus watching as it flexes from the attention you are giving. All of a sudden you plunge deep inside me and if it were not for the desk I would have fallen. I have been waiting for this and every part of my body is screaming in total ecstasy. I take your thrusts wanting you deeper and harder and you provide this gladly.

You are still playing with my anus and as you place your finger in my ass, you feel me shudder against you. Just the smallest of relief that makes me want even more. I find myself thrusting back onto you even harder wanting every inch more and more. but you pull out and step back watching me as my hips are undulating begging for more. You give me a quick set of loving smacks.

Next thing I know you are untying my legs and arms. You have me stand there so you may look at me, showing restraint I can not imagine. You walk over to the couch nearby and beckon for me to come over. As I stand there in front of you, your hands work their way around my waist. You give me loving kisses on my neck and chest telling me what a good girl I was being. 

I whimper as you start to lightly lick my nipples reminding me that they are still in the clamps. You steadily pull me towards you on the couch where I have to hold on to the back to steady myself. I am straddling you poised above you knowing you are hard and waiting. As you lower me down on top of you I gasp. The feeling of engulfing all of you making me lightheaded and intoxicated. You raise me up slightly but I force myself back down hard burying you to the hilt.

At that moment your head rolls back on the couch as you start to lose your control. Your arms tighten around me as I look into your face and see the intense look of desire. I softly kiss your forehead, your eyelids and your lips slowly rocking back and forth on top of you. I use the grip I have on the back of the couch to pull me even farther down on you. Feeling the cold shock waves going down to my toes as I feel myself start to orgasm. 

You feel me tighten around you and as much as I want to pull away you hold me fast, rocking me back and forth as I reach the pinnacle of my climax. But as I feel like I want to collapse from the strength of it I notice you are moving me faster. I notice the look on your face. My orgasm had brought you very close and you needed release as well. As we move together in such a frenzied pace we both inch closer and closer to our ultimate relief.

I start to cry out as I feel you growing larger about to cum causing me to say....

"Oh Lord, again......cum with me, please."

There is nothing either of us can do but hold on to each other tight as we both head over the edge. You spilling your seed deep inside me as you hear my soft hiss of "Yesssssssssssssssssssssss" Neither of us wanting to move, we stay right there holding each other as our breath catches.



The Office



I had been flirting with the chief executive for the past 8 months.

What started out as small gestures, quick glances, cheeky smiles, had now grown to be open and sexually charged titillation.

This flirting had started innocently enough. 

Simple compliments about my appearance had slowly grown more personal.

In the politically correct world of the modern office, these comments came as a welcome relief, and who can honestly say they don't like flattery.

But how had it got this far?

Fairly innocuous comments such as you smell nice; your hair looks great, have you lost weight? Had slowly, over time, changed to; wow your legs look amazing; I love your ass in that skirt, and are you trying to tease me with those tits.

And now alone in his office the comments had reached their inevitable conclusion;

"Why don't you come over here, sit on my desk and open those gorgeous legs for me?" he said. 

I smiled back across the room to the source of this verbal gambit; George returned my gaze with a grin and a wicked glint in his eyes.

We were both working late having just completed a large and very profitable project. The rest of the team had gone to a local bar to celebrate, and we were left to tie up a few loose ends.

Subduing my nerves, I stood up and walked across the room to his desk, a large oak antique piece of furniture that he preferred to the modern flimsy alternatives.

I perched myself on the edge, crossing my legs deliberately, forcing my short skirt to ride up and reveal a small portion of the lace on my stockings, as my heart raced.

His eyes traced the line of my stocking tops. 

"Come on don't be shy, open your legs for me, you know you want to?" he teased playfully.

I flushed, paused for a moment, then uncrossed them, opening them wide and straddling him in the process.

I felt exposed, he was now seated between them, the sheer lace of my knickers hiding nothing, and as he got his first glimpse of my freshly shaven pussy, I felt stirrings awaken.

"That's a good girl," his tone sounded dirty. 

My legs closed slightly as my heels slid between his hips and the arms of his executive chair.

His hands reached out and he began slowly stroking my calves, slowly moving them upwards to the back of my knees. 

"I love your legs, I've wanted to do this all year," he added.

We were now staring intensely into each other eyes, and he continued to play. My pussy moistened.

His hands higher now, above my knees and then under my skirt, slowly working their way up the inside of my thighs

"Mmm!" I groaned.

"Good girl, I guess your ok with this then?"

"Yes," I croaked my voice dry and husky.

Moving his hands skilfully down to the backs of my knees, he slowly stood up, lifting my legs in the process and tilting my body back across his desk.

As my back pressed against the hard wood, my legs parted, I felt his hands, rougher now and slightly shaking, reach back up, he paused slightly, before grasping the sides of my panties.

"Are you sure?" he asked. 

My response was to lift my ass slightly, and with one slight tug my knickers were sliding down my stocking clad legs, over my strappy heels and eventually off.

I inched backwards across the desk for more support and as he spread my long legs, my pussy, now free from the confines of their material prison, opened in anticipation.

This was so wrong, my thoughts distracted me, I thought back to this morning, my deliberate clothing choices, subconsciously I now knew I had wanted this, but here, with my exposed slit, wet and glistening under florescent lights I had a moment of clarity, what am I doing, my husband, my kids! 

"Ughmmmm," I was snapped back to the present in an instant. 

His mouth and tongue were now exploring my wet pussy lips, I was caught unaware, and my orgasm came quick. 

My previous thoughts all but forgotten, god this was good. 

I opened wider, his fingers probed, working my juices, first one finger, then another. 

"Oh God," I shuddered, and again I came, just as a finger entered my ass.

I was loosing all control, I had to get a grip, so I tried to sit.

As I sat up, his finger slid from my bum and joined with a second, returned to my pussy.

We kissed, he tasted of pussy masked by cologne, our tongues now feverishly probing, exploring, as 

he continued working my hole with his wet fingers. 

Ooh, something felt weird, his fingers were penetrating deeper now, more rhythmic, and suddenly I felt odd sensations coursing through me. 

My body twitched under his fingers and then it happened. 

A jet of water, then another; I stifled a scream, fuck me this was so intense; then more water, followed by the realisation of what had just happened.

I looked up shocked, I had just squirted. 

He smiled softly, "Your first time?"

"Yes," I replied, and he beamed with a smile I will never forget.

I now stood, my shaky legs barely holding me upright, and again we kissed. 

"Thank you, that was wonderful," I whispered, a warm glow now flowing through my body.

I ran my hands down his body, and over his crotch.

His trousers, wet with pre cum, bulged enticingly as I unbuttoned the waist, and then unzipped him.

"I hope its ok for you?" he said as I took his cock in my hand.

The sensation of feeling a new cock, had me literally panting.

I knelt to get a better view, still working his somewhat short shaft with one hand, while helping him out of his trousers with the other. 

It was now my turn to provide the pleasure.

His cock was beautiful, not big in length, but aesthetically perfect. 

I took it easily into my mouth and then realised just how thick it was, its width was going to take some getting used too.

I worked slowly at first, slowly building the tempo, then with more intensity, as the rhythm increased. 

He twitched, and with a gentle hand he pushed my head away.

"I'm going to cum," he said. 

I smiled up at him.

"I want to cum in your pussy," he added. 

I should have just carried on, a mouthful of cum was the safe option. 

I hadn't used birth control for years, my husbands vasectomy had taken care of this requirement.

However, I was now his slut, and he knew it. 

I stood up, turned away from him, and pulled the hem of my skirt up over my hips, as I bent forward in anticipation.

He stepped closer.

I then felt his wet cock between my bum cheeks, as he slowly worked it up and down, probing to find my slit.

And then at the entrance, a push and he was in.

I now felt the true width of his member, and he pumped into me.

A sensation of being stretched by this new intruder. 

Shorter than my husband by a number of inches, but so much thicker than the cock I had grown so accustomed too over the past decade.

In less than a minute his body went rigid, his cock twitched and I felt the warm, tell tale slick, begin to dribble out from between my legs.

He held his cock in me, savouring the warm post fuck feeling you only get from going bareback.

And then it was over.

I stood back up, adjusting my skirt, and I realised I was still almost fully dressed.

I retrieved my panties from his desk, wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a lingering kiss.

"Thank you," I whispered. 

Reaching down, I cupped his still exposed and now nearly flaccid cock with my free hand. 

"And maybe one day I will get to play with you again?" I chided, pretending to talk to his penis.

We kissed again, this time like two lovers saying goodbye.

With the end of the project came the end of my secondment. 

On Monday I would return to our parent company, for a few months, before being sent on my next assignment.

I placed a finger on George's lip to stop him talking, turned away, and walked back to my desk to collect my things.

Half way to the door I lifted the back of my skirt to give him a cheeky flash, exacerbating my wiggle as I walked the rest of the distance to the door.

Without looking back I left the room.

Outside, I quickly readjusted my skirt to preserve my modesty, and headed for the car park 

As I reached my car, the realisation of what had just occurred, hit me and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as my emotions ran wild.

What have I done?

I knew my relationship with my husband had now changed forever.

Should I hide this night like a dirty secret?

Should I tell him, how do you confess something like this?

Months later, while searching the browsing history of our computer, whilst looking for the details of a website I had visited, I found an entry for a website called Literotica.

I followed the link, loving wives, and read on.

So hubby if you're now reading this, this is my confession, your wife is as dirty as some of those depicted in the stories you enjoy, and maybe one day I will be able to tell you in person

Katie



The Office



He had been sitting in his office all day; phone call after phone call trying to fix the clusterfuck that had been handed to him last week. The project was over due and over budget. Every single executive who was supposed to be in charge was so busy fucking the dog that no one noticed until it was way too late. He was stressed and he was pissed off.

He had planned to meet her at lunch today, but everything was demanding his attention and his cock was not a priority over his job, knowing that made him even angrier.

Everyone had left the office but him. He could hear the quiet whir of the fans in the ceiling. The hum and click of the various machines in the office were keeping him company. He had loosened his tie and his jacket was slung on the couch beside his desk. Piles of paper covered the top of his desk and a lukewarm cup of coffee was sitting beside his monitor.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, probably his wife asking when he would be home. Days like this were few and far between, but they always happened when his plans were wicked and his cock was hard all day long. The hotel had been booked and the duffel bag filled with his items sat beside his desk. An unassuming black canvas bag that held all kinds of things that made her beg for his touch.

He pulled the phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. Expecting to see a question, he was caught off guard to see a photo of full, gorgeous breasts in a pale pink bra. He shifted in his seat and opened up the text app. A few seconds later, the breasts were followed by a photo of legs in fishnet stockings. He could see the hint of a garter belt at the top of the tiny photo. This girl was trouble. She knew exactly what to say. She had figured him out over one drink and it both frustrated and aroused him at the same time.

She was a tiny thing, at least a foot shorter than he was, but curves in all the right places. Round hips and an ass that was begging to be spanked. Full breasts and long brown hair with a hint of red in it, she oozed sexuality, even fully clothed. Just the thought of her scent and skin made his groin ache. She had come from out of nowhere and now she was woven into his life like a silver thread.

Another message came through, this time; it was a photo of her wrist with black silk rope wrapped around it. She was teasing him, and she was going to pay for it. She knew damn well he couldn't leave the office until he figured this shit out. He was planning how he would punish her when the door to his office swung open.

There she stood. Heels, fishnet stockings, black trench coat, tied at the waist. That was all he could see, but he knew there was more under the coat. She had been sending him photos all week long, taunting him with the silky lingerie and garter belts. His favourite so far had been the black and red set. He hoped that was under the coat.

"What are you doing here?" he asked quietly. "I didn't tell you to come here. You're disobeying me by coming here."

She grinned at him, that wicked grin he had noticed first when they met at the pub. She had been sitting at the back of the room, head down, focused on her phone screen when he walked in. She had barely glanced up when he had approached the table; he knew then that this one was going to push his buttons, over and over. She licked her lips and leaned against the door frame, the coat opening slightly at the top, her soft skin filling his vision and making his pulse race.

"I thought I would drop by and see if you needed....anything." She had paused, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to overstep the rules, so she made sure she was choosing what she said before she said it. She took a few steps into the office and closed the door behind her. He could see the wicked streak in her eyes and without a doubt, he was going to take advantage of that spirit of adventure she clearly had.

"Open your coat" he said.

She reached down and undid the belt, her arms falling to her sides, the coat fell open and he could finally see what was underneath. He was right, the red and black silk set she had sent a photo of earlier in the day. She had on thigh high stockings, a black garter belt holding them up. He would make good use of that tonight. She put one hand on her hip and stood there, waiting for his next instruction.

He watched her shift from side to side, anticipating his next request. She was a good girl. She listened well and followed his directions to perfection. Any request he had made, she had fulfilled with a tenacity he had rarely witnessed in a new sub. She was exactly what he had been looking for. He could see a red flush rising on her chest; he could see she was incredibly turned on. Her breath rising and falling, her eyes on fire, it was time to play.

"Come here."

She slowly walked towards him, just like he wanted her to. He could drink her in, his eyes devouring her bit by bit, his mind playing over the scenario that was about to unfold. She came around the desk, and he caught a whiff of her perfume, it filled his senses and he inhaled deeply. A mixture of vanilla and cinnamon, she was intoxicating and delicious, all at once.

"Sit" he motioned to the desk top.

She stood in front of him, the coat falling off her shoulders and catching at her wrists. He would see the black ropes still tied around each wrist and his cock stiffened again. It was like she could read his mind and show up exactly the way he envisioned, at exactly the right time. She was inside his head, and he both loved and hated it at the same time. She paused before him, giving him time to take it all in. He loved the tease and the vision of her taking up space in his head.

She was watching him, taking in his reactions, reading his body and mentally taking notes, holding each snippet of information for another time. So far, he had been more than she had hoped for. If she had a checklist, he fit every desire, every fantasy that had every crossed her mind. It was all she could to do to keep her hands off of him, but she was a good student, she knew the rules and she loved them.

Slowly, she tipped her hips upwards and placed her almost bare ass on the desktop. She slid over and lifted her feet to rest on the chair on either side of his knees. Spreading her thighs apart, he was looking at her beautiful body. He could feel the heat rising from her skin; he could see the golden glow of her legs in the dim office light. He shifted in his seat to relieve in the pressure growing in his groin. The coat pooled on the desk around her. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and her breasts were rising and falling with her breath. He could see she was ready for him, just by watching her breathe.

He slid his hand up her thigh and she leaned back onto her elbows. She watched him as his hand rose higher and higher towards her pussy; her breath was catching in her chest, anticipating his touch. He paused, just short of her panty line and stood up. Her eyes widened, her desire swirling through her skin and tumbling through her brain. He reached up and pulled his tie from his neck, untying the knot and wrapping it around his hand. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her forwards, up onto her feet and away from the desk. As he pushed her towards the floor to ceiling windows of his office, he yanked the coat off of her and dropped it on the floor. Spinning her around so she faced the windows, he wrapped the tie around her wrists and pulled them above her head. She gasped as her arms were pulled above her as she was pressed into the glass. She could see the city skyline out the window and the thought of someone watching them made her pulse race.

She could feel his body pressed against her back, his hard cock pressing into her thighs. One hand holding hers above her head and the other hand came around and he squeezed her breast, taking her breath away and making her entire body feel like it had been shocked. She could feel his breath on her neck and her nostrils filled with his scent. It made her wet, and a soft moan escaped her lips. He reached down and slid his hand between her thighs. He could feel the damp material and he knew he was the only thing on her mind. He took his knees and shoved her legs apart. Yanking her panties to the side, he slid two fingers inside her wet cunt. She was incredibly slippery and he pressed his cock into her again. These damn pants are getting in the way.

He spun her around and undid his belt at the same time. His pants fell to the floor and his erection pressed against his red Calvin Klein's. He watched her eyes widen as she sank to her knees and her mouth began to water. She loved the taste of him. The milky sweet reaction of his body when he was inside her mouth. She pulled her hands down and dragged her nails across his chest as she did. He uttered a soft moan and rocked his hips towards her face. She gripped the band of his underwear and pulled them down, setting his magnificent cock free. She leaned in and drew her tongue down the shaft of his erection and he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back.

"You're going to take all of it, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir. All of it."

She opened her mouth wide and slowly took him inside her. Her hot wet mouth and silky tongue slid up and down his skin. He knit his fingers into her hair and guided her back and forth, up and down, slowly and then faster, just as he liked it. She was the best cock sucker he had ever had, and if he could manage, she would suck his cock every single day.

Her hands, still bound together, came up and she raked her nails across his balls. He moaned again, god he loved her hands, and her mouth. She was a dirty little bitch and she was all his. He owned her, body and mind. She had been a quick study and learned well. Every task he had given her, not only had she completed it, she had completed it gloriously. Almost too well, he needed to give her harder tasks.

She gripped the shaft of his cock with one hand and stroked him up and down, matching the rhythm of her silky tongue and mouth. His hips rocked to match her rhythm and he could feel the cum building up, the orgasm mounting. He yanked back on her hair, pulling her off of his cock and growled at her "I'm not going to cum before you baby girl, it's your turn."

He pulled her to her feet and pressed her back into the cool glass. She gasped as the cold surface made contact with her skin. Instantly the steam rose on the glass, outlining her body. He gripped her thigh and pulled one leg up as he knelt before her. He worshipped her body. The scent of her made his mouth water and his head spin. He inhaled her deeply and flicked his tongue out over her skin. She gasped and instinctively grabbed his head, pulling him in deeper. He brought one hand down on her thigh...CRACK. She cried out.

"You touch me when I give you permission to touch me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I understand."

He pressed his head between her thighs and tasted her honey sweet liquid. She was so wet; he could already feel her running down his chin. Sliding two fingers inside her, he curled them to the front and began to caress her g spot. She stiffened, her body reacting to the intense pleasure and pain of the mounting orgasm. He knew just where to touch her and how to have her cum as quickly as he wanted her to. He knew how she liked to be touched, licked, spanked and fucked. He knew it well. He pushed against her thigh and raised her leg even higher. As her leg lifted it opened her pussy up to him and he could see her pink clit peeking out. He drew circles around her and continued to massage her g spot. He could feel her muscles contracting around his fingers and he knew she was close to cumming.

"You are not allowed to come yet. You must wait."

He pulled her down to the carpet and pressed her into the floor. Both hands on her thighs now, raising her hips up so he could bury his face between her thighs. "Take the tie off your wrists and set it aside" he whispered. She quickly pulled the tie free and dropped it to the side. Anticipating his mouth on her pussy again, she pressed her hips even higher, her body begging him to taste her.

She was fighting against the orgasm that was building inside of her. She bit her lip, clenched her eyes shut and curled her back into the floor; the rough carpet pressing against her, pulling and burning her skin. She suddenly felt something cool against her wrists and her senses were ignited as she felt the cool touch of metal against her skin and heard the soft click as the cuffs were closed around her wrists. She opened her eyes to Daddy looking at her. He had risen above her, his chin still glistening from drinking her in. "Are you ready baby?" he asked. Her eyes widened, her skin prickled, as she knew what was coming next. She sucked in her breath and nodded her head yes.

He rose above her, grasping her wrists and yanked her up to her feet. She gasped. He was very strong and sometimes she forgot just how strong he was, often, when her clothes came off, he was gentle but firm. She could still feel the print of his hand on her thigh. She had very quickly become addicted to his dominance. It rubbed against her mind and drew her in. He backed her up against the desk, her ass pressing against the wood top. He pressed his body into hers again and the edge of the desk bit into her skin. "Ahhhh..." she cried softly as her skin reacted to the pinch.

"Are you a good girl?" he asked

"Yes. I'm a good girl" she gasped

"I think you've been a very very bad girl. You showed up here uninvited. You are wearing panties, that's a no no. You sent me photos and no video today. The list is endless baby girl, how you have disobeyed me and how you have teased me. That will not go unpunished."

He spun her around, and shoved her head down to the desk. He swept his hand to the side shoving papers and pencils to the floor. Yanking the black duffle bag up, he dropped it on the desk beside her and she instinctively knew the dull thud of the flogger that was inside. The heavy wooden handle made its own unique sound and she knew what was coming next.

"I'm sorry! It won't happen again. I was just trying to be a very good girl. I thought you would enjoy having me here!"

"Oh, I do baby. I do. However, you need to learn to listen to me. When I say I'm working, I'm working. When I say I'll see you later, I'll see you later. I'm curious, how good are your counting skills?"

"My counting skills?"

"Yes, can you count?"

She wasn't sure if she should be aroused or pissed off. Was he really questioning her ability to count? "My skills are VERY VERY good, as you have already experienced." She hissed.

"Very good, let's count shall we?"

CRACK! The crop landed on the back of her thighs. "FUCK!!" she cried out.

"That's not a number" he said quietly

"One!" she gasped

CRACK, again the crop landed on the back of her thighs.

"Two" she hissed

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, again the crop came down on her skin.

She counted out each lash as it landed on her tender skin. The pleasure, mixed with the pain made her pussy throb and her pulse race. She felt his strong hands stroke her skin, easing the sting and soothing the marks. For the next fifteen minutes, she took lashes and flogs to the back of her legs, her ass and her pussy. Each strike made her want to cum harder, she had not been given permission again and the tension was building. She felt his mouth on her, his fingers inside her, his cock pressed against her thighs. She was still bent over the desk and her hips were beginning to welt from the pressure.

"Sir, please" she whispered "please, may I stand?"

"Yes, you may stand, and turn around."

She loved hearing his voice, knowing he was focused on her body, her pleasure. He knew how to touch her, even before they had met face to face, just a few words from him could make her scurry to the bedroom and masturbate over and over. He was sexual power and lust all rolled into one for her.

As she stood and began to turn, his hands were on her shoulders and he leaned in, close to her ear and whispered "Now I'm going to fuck you baby girl" and he shoved her back against the desk and grabbed her by the hips and tipped her onto the top of the desk. The lamp crashed to the floor and her hands shot above her to the edge, gripping onto the desk. She could already feel his stiff cock against her thigh and she could feel her cunt swell at the thought of having him inside her.

He rocked his hips forward and entered her in one thrust. She cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing him in deeper. "Fuck me" she gasped, wanting more and more, deeper inside her. He gripped her hips, leaving fingerprints in her soft skin. Harder and deeper he fucked her, each thrust filled with more energy and force. He could feel her shifting against the desktop as he rammed his cock inside her. She took every thrust and begged for more. He loved it when she begged him to fuck her; when she begged him for permission to cum. He could feel his cock swelling, the orgasm tipping over. He reached down and stroked her clit with his thumb, bringing on the final orgasm for her of the night. As she arched her back, crying out as the orgasm washed over her, he thrust in deep, one last time, his cock exploding inside her. He growled as he came, making her cum again. She had lost count of how many times she had cum that evening, her body shaking from the spankings and orgasms. He gripped onto her hips one more time, pressing in deep inside her, leaving his cum to dribble out of her the rest of the night, keeping her pussy and her panties wet.

"Mmmm. You are very good. A very good girl."

"Thank you." She smiled.

He helped her put her coat back on, tie the waist up and smooth her hair. He leaned in, kissed her on the forehead, and slapped her ass. She bit her bottom lip and looked at him through her long lashes. "When will I see you again?"

"Soon baby, soon."



The Office



Tom Poulton worked for a firm of chartered surveyors and until recently Tom's employer had seemed immune to the cuts that had dogged the World's economy. Then, without warning, a standard memo was e-mailed to all employees. Without warning Tom's employer suddenly found their loans being called in and the lack of cash-flow meant that the Company was immediately in financial trouble.

Tom's Company was taken over by a mysterious hedge fund who had played a large part in the Company's final downfall by forcing through his firm's liquidation and the rumours began to rapidly circulate about job cuts and closures, none of which was helped by the old management team being replaced as the 'funders' installed their own people. Tom was struck by the composition of this new team which consisted entirely of power suited women who appeared to have great disdain for any employees who had been part of the old company and even greater disdain if any of these employees had been men.

A new recruitment and retention policy was adopted which Tom believed change the dynamic of the office very quickly. It appeared to Tom that women were being given preference over men although Tom had noticed that the women being recruited were a lot less austere than those that formed the management team. Whereas the management team exuded power and dressed similarly those that were recruited as general office staff were overtly feminine and extremely compliant to their female bosses.

Tom carried on with his duties as best he could as he observed long standing friends being slowly replaced and suffered financially as the 'funders' imposed a 25% salary 'adjustment' for staff yet to be re-assessed. This 're-assessment' took the form of an interview with the new head of HR, Paula Hamilton.

Even though the cut in salary had only been in effect for a few months Tom's home life had already been affected. His wife had always seen any credit card limit as a challenge and Tom's ability to match his wife's profligate lifestyle was causing a strain on their relationship. However, as much as Tom would have liked to have controlled his wife's spending habits she treated him with the same disdain as his new employers.

On one quite afternoon the moment Tom had feared became a reality as he looked up from his computer screen and saw Tracey Smyth, PA to Paula Hamilton, heading his way. He hoped that she would stop at one of the other desks that were on her path but he could tell that her gaze was fixed on him. Tracey had been one of the new management team and he had spoken to her only once since she had arrived. It had been at the coffee point where she had been making Hamilton some coffee and Tom pleasantly asked the 'new girl' how things were going. Tracey had looked through him with her raven coloured eyes. Tom remembered feeling child like in her presence. He could feel his will shrinking the longer she looked at him.

"And you are?"

Tom's words tumbled out. "Er...m...I..am..I..Tom. Tom Poulton."

"And you're talking to me because?"

Tom was at a complete loss and could feel perspiration on his brow. "I....well...I....."

Tracey assessed Tom from head to toe. "You are not worthy to talk to me." Tom remained rooted to the spot as she walked away. He regained his composure and returned to his desk. They had not spoken since that day even though their paths had crossed.

Until now.

"You're wanted by Miss Hamilton," she said forcefully and without introduction. Still unsure of himself from their previous meeting Tom was physically frozen to his seat by the appearance of this woman before him. Barely 5 foot 6 inches even in her heels, Tracey Smyth had a killer body and to a man like Tom, who had hardly played the field before he married, he felt challenged by her looks and certainly by her authoritative manner.

"NOW!" Her assertive manner indicating her frustration that Tom had not responded to her original instruction. Sensing that this time Tom was responding Tracey turned and began walking off towards Hamilton's office. Tom locked his computer and followed after Tracey, his initial paces quicker to enable him to catch her up even though he was physically taller by 3 inches.

Tom had made his ground by the time Tracey knocked on Hamilton's door. There was a muted summons from beyond the wooden door and Tracey lead Tom through into Paula Hamilton's office. Hamilton looked up as they entered. "Tom Poulton," Tracey announced, holding the door ajar as she waited for Tom to enter before leaving the office herself and closing the door behind him.

Tom moved towards the right hand chair in front of Hamilton's desk, her attention now returned to her computer screen, and made as if to seat himself. "You weren't offered a seat Poulton." Tom remained on his feet. As his gaze took in his surroundings Tom noticed that Hamilton's blonde hair was pinned tight to her head, as usual, and her attire, as with all of the management team, was suitably sharp and business like. Her tight yellow silk blouse fitting her curves in an alluring manner aided by the open buttons that exposed her fulsome cleavage and Tom knew that beneath the desk her skirt would also leave little to the imagination. He found it strange that Hamilton's team were so dismissive of men and yet they dressed in a manner that was clearly aimed at attracting the attention of the opposite sex.

Tom began to feel like a naughty school boy in front of his principal, especially as Paula Hamilton was younger than him. At thirty five years of age Tom had been one of the younger members of his office, but he aged in comparison to Hamilton and her management team colleagues who were all twenty something hot shots. But his lack of comfort was driven more by nervousness than anger due to the clear lack of warmth towards him from his host.

"So............Poulton." He was startled back to life. Hamilton had still not looked up from her screen.

"Er, yes. Hi!" This greeting, which had blurted from his mouth prompted Paula Hamilton to look away from her screen. She sat back in her chair and looked at Tom intensely for a moment before returning her attention to her computer screen, her right hand pointing to the chair that he had initially tried to sit in. Tom seated himself.

"You've been with the Company for almost fifteen years I see," she commented without responding with a greeting of her own. Before Tom could respond, she continued, "and you've managed one promotion." Tom looked at the woman without responding. "Hardly one of our high flyers are you?"

"I like to think I've been loyal." Tom's statement was meant as sincere but it induced a light smile on Hamilton's face as she now looked up from her screen and sat back in chair giving Tom her full attention.

"Loyal? Really? You make yourself sound like a pet dog. Are you a pet dog, Poulton?" Tom felt has face blush. He had no response. Normally loyalty was seen as a good facet but Tom had misjudged Hamilton it was clear. "This Company is streamlining," Hamilton continued, "you either shape up and contribute or you ship out and find an employer that needs your type."

"My type!!"

"A loyal little pet." There was no humour in her delivery and Tom could sense that Hamilton was waiting for Tom to react or respond to her statement but he offered nothing before she continued. "Of course, if you feel that the state will help with your sizeable mortgage or help clear your burgeoning overdraft, you are free to walk out of my office. It will make for an interesting conversation over dinner I'm sure. I'm sure your wife will understand when another of her credit cards is rejected at the check out. I mean, once is embarrassing but twice......well that would just be normal business wouldn't it?"

"How....Wh.....!!"

"It's in our best interests to know our employees business Poulton. We need to understand how to motivate you, Now what will it be?"

"The pay cut hardly helped," Tom sneered. "I'll take my redundancy if you really want rid of me that badly." He was bristling but began to regret his outburst when he saw the look on Hamilton's face.

Paula Hamilton looked at Tom coldly. "What redundancy would that be?" she said in an almost amused manner.

"If I'm being released then I'm redundant and I get some redundancy pay." Tom could feel himself trembling but he did his best to keep this from Hamilton.

"Oh but Poulton, you were sacked for gross misconduct. You waved your right to redundancy pay the second you were found out."

"Doing what?" Tom fired back in exasperation.

"Doing whatever we determine, should you decide to depart on your terms."

"You can't do that!"

"Try us. Please."

"Is that what you did to the others? Years of service down the drain because they refused to be blackmailed?"

"Blackmail is a strong word Poulton. Think of it more as a realisation that when you have only basic skills to offer your employer your employer expects a little more for their coin in the current market. Now, your answer?"

Tom buried his head in his hands. His debts were building it was true. His wife had been unwilling to find any regular job and with his reduced salary they would be losing their home the way their finances were heading. He raised his head and saw that Paula Hamilton had a winner's smile on her face. It was cold and calculating but Tom knew that he was beaten.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Specifics are not your concern. Our portfolio of clients is varied, extensive and specialised. We aim to ensure that we make them want to look nowhere else but here for their........specialist requirements. We thrive by meeting their needs and the more satisfied they are the more chance there is that you will be getting your cheque at the end of each month. And I'm sure that you will find yourself shifting seamlessly between your varying roles once your training is completed, won't you?" Tom nodded limply not really focussing on any of the nuances in Hamilton's delivery.

"Excellent. Now as a special treat you can have the rest of the day off to prepare for your first night in your new role."

Tom looked straight at Hamilton as he spoke. "B....but I....we have plans tonight."

"Yes WE do. YOU will be available this evening, unless you plan to live on the streets of this City."

Tom stared open mouthed, and then blurted "W...w....what do I tell my wife?"

"Hmm, leave that to me. She is obviously not a woman of high intelligence if she is foolish enough to have chosen to marry a waste of space like you." Tom's eyes were wide with shock as he continued to absorb the past few minutes. Tom felt cold inside and yet he could feel beads of perspiration on his brow. "Now," Hamilton said passing a piece of handwritten paper to him, "be at this address by six o'clock tonight. Make sure that you are well turned out. And, if you're late you will have more than just an evening out to explain away to your wife. Now leave my office."

Tom slowly got to his feet. He was stunned. He left Paula Hamliton's office in a daze. As he turned to head back to his desk he caught sight of Mark Burgess being lead to Hamilton's office by Tracey Smyth. Tom kept his head bowed as Burgess walked passed him.

It was twenty minutes before six o'clock when Tom exited the taxi outside of the address that he had been given. Tom had felt drained by the day's experiences and as he tentatively walked towards the front door of the property he felt a strong feeling of nausea coursing through his body. His wife had not been at home when he had got there and she was not responding to his texts or calls. Tom hoped that whatever Hamilton had said to her was not a problem simmering for the future.

Tom pressed the button marked 'bell' on the wall which sat adjacent to the ornate front double door which sat at the base of a four storey dwelling, making Hamilton's wealth clear to him and certainly showing how his 'two up two down' semi detached paled into comparison. His wait was not long as the left hand door opened and an overly made up middle aged maid appeared. "Yes?" Her voice sounded heavy to Tom, almost masculine and he could tell that her smile was professional more than warm.

"Oh hi. My name is Tom Poulton. Is this Miss Hamilton's home?"

The maid's smile disappeared instantly and the middle aged woman almost spat out her directions to him. "Side entrance." No other words were offered before Tom found the heavy door shut in his face. He felt his nausea increase again as he started to head down the steps towards the unseen side entrance. Hamilton's instructions had not specifically stated which entrance to use but it was clear from the cold greeting that he should have known that he was not a guest. He glanced to the right of the property and identified a gated entrance. The gate was unlocked and he moved through it noticing a white door at the end of a thin alley way.

The white pvc door was a complete contrast to the main entrance with the only similarity being the door bell adjacent to the door-frame. Tom rang the bell.

A moment later movement was evident behind the frosted glass and Tom heard the door being unlocked. However, when the door was opened Tom was completely surprised to be met by Tracey Smyth. He felt a coldness wash over him even though he found himself staring open mouthed as she stood before him in a stunning black leather shoulder less mini dress which gave a full view of her ample cleavage. However, Tom was surprised by the warm greeting that she gave him. "Hi Tom, come on in. It's good to see you. You look very smart," she said in a very frothy manner. He stepped over the threshold as Tracey closed the door behind him and as she walked passed his eyes took in how stunning her body looked cased in leather and his heart skipped a beat when he could clearly see the tops of her thigh highs and a hint of skin just below the rim of her skirt. Tracey turned quicker than Tom had expected and he struggled to re-adjust his line of sight in time.

"Like what you see?" she giggled.

Tom was gobsmacked, this woman had been so cold to him at work and yet now she was flirting with him. His previous anxiety began to ebb slightly and he nodded in reply. Tracey gave a playful laugh. "Come on we've got some time before the others arrive." Tom followed Tracey into the main body of the house, his eyes returned to her body as they walked, until they were in an anti room which had some basic furnishings including a TV and a medium sized sofa. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll make us some drinks. Vodka OK?" Tom nodded and settled on the sofa. Tracey made their drinks on an adjacent table and brought them over to the sofa. She settled in beside Tom and handed him his glass. Tom took his glass and took a nervous sip of the alcohol.

"So....?" The word seem to hang in the air for a moment longer than Tom thought appropriate.

"So?" Tom responded in kind. The sound of a phone ringing abruptly broke off the staccato conversation. Tracey walked to the table and answered the phone.

"Oh hi. Yes he's here. OK. Yes. OK, I'll be straight there." She completed the call. "I've just got to deal with the caterers. Shame. I won't be long." Tracey leant over and handed Tom a TV remote control, she gave him a kiss on the cheek as she did giving Tom a closer sight of her breasts and a magnificent hint of perfume. "Why don't you keep yourself entertained until I get back and then maybe we can see what other things we can do to entertain ourselves."

"Thanks", Tom said taking the plastic lozenge from her, intrigued by her disappointment, her insinuation and her manner. He watched her exit the room, his eyes once again fixed on her perfectly shaped rear within the leather material. He felt his face flush.

He looked around the room settling himself into the sofa once his was alone and for the first time he felt his nausea recede. He took another sip of his drink and turned his attention to the television pressing the red button which disabled the stand by and brought the screen to life.

Tom almost dropped his glass as the screen filled with an unexpected image. It was a porn film. Even though he had been drinking his mouth felt dry. Slightly embarrassed in case Tracey should walk back into the room he checked over his shoulder before returning his vision to the screen where the distinctive sounds of sex accompanied by the stereotypical sound of dodgy disco music confirmed that he was indeed watching a porn movie of some kind.

Tom's mind raced as he comprehended the sight before him.

The camera was feverishly moving between the face of a garishly made up woman who was giving a blow job and the face of the man in receipt whose pleasure was clearly evident. Tom watched as the slut seemed to be working the guy's cock in rhythm to the music. Tom could sense his own arousal as he watched on and once again looked over his shoulder nervously for fear of Tracey walking back into the room, before returning his gaze to the movie.

Tom's conservative lifestyle had given him limited exposure to the world of porn and he was in total awe of the scenes that were unfolding before him as the camera continued to move frantically capturing the enthusiasm of the woman as she devoured the man's thick and veiny cock, the length and hardness of which amazed Tom. Did cock's of that size truly exist in the real world? Tom's own cock began to throb and grow as he watched the woman smearing her lipstick along the hardening length extracting moans from the man as her work was appreciated. The camera moved to show the woman's eyes seeking out the man's as she continued to devour him before she closed them once-more and increased her pace along his length in time with the beat of the music. Tom shifted in his seat uncomfortably as his bulge grew in his trousers.

Tom became increasingly aroused and his need to have his own cock relieved intensified as he watched the man withdraw his cock from the woman's mouth, leaving her sucking at air. The camera's angle widened and Tom watched as the man lifted the woman firmly in his arms and carried her to an adjacent bed, but rather than placing her gently onto the bare mattress he dropped her roughly onto its surface. Tom watched on as the woman, naked but for a pair of red satin panties, landed almost catlike on her knees and hands as if fully expecting her treatment from her lover. With the woman now on all fours Tom watched as the man leaned towards her and ran his hands along her torso, cupping her voluminous breasts and tweaking each of her nipples making her giggle and gasp in equal measure. As his hands made their way onto her hips she lifted her ass expectantly and he moved his right hand between her legs and onto her satin covered mound. "Oh baby's so wet," the man could be heard to say over the continuing beat of the music.

Tom watched on as the camera followed the man's hand working his lover between her thighs making her gasp and cry with increasing lust, even though her flesh was still not fully in view. Tom could no longer stand the strain from his cock and, putting his glass on the floor he unbuckled his trousers and placed his hand into his pants and onto his hardening cock. The need to masturbate was strong as he watched the man pull the woman's red satin panties down from her ass, Tom took another glance over his shoulder and with no one in sight he gently began to stroke himself.

As Tom's eyes returned to the screen he was met with an unexpected sight as the removal of the panties now gave the viewer a clear sight of a cock hanging from between the woman's legs. A cock as firm and insignificant as Tom's own. Tom's hand froze on his own cock as his left hand reached for the remote control.

Tom tried to avert his eyes from the screen as the man positioned himself behind his prone lover but for some reason Tom found that he could not and his mind raced as he fought to gain control of his senses. But Tom found himself continuing to watch on as the man thrust his own hard cock into the ass of the transsexual without warning drawing an approving grunt from his lover and an unexpected whimper from Tom. Tom could not even close his own eyes he realised as the man began to thrust steadily into his lover's ass and Tom became aware that his right hand had started to stroke his still firm cock once again. Tom's confusion and panic increased as his left hand finally found the remote control, the music from the video seemingly louder than at any point before which seemed to increase Tom's arousal and the speed at which he was stroking himself. 'Why am I aroused by this?, Tom silently questioned'.




The Office



Blindly his left hand aimed the remote at the screen and pressed the buttons randomly as Tom's eyes remained transfixed on the scene before him as the man continued to fuck the ass of the transsexual. Without realisation Tom's desperate fumbling enabled him to find a relevant button on the remote and the screen flashed once again.

The volume of the music at first stunned Tom but his senses were further scrambled as he became aware of the firm hands on his hips. And then he felt the touch of flesh on flesh as his ass was invaded from behind. There were so many images and experiences flooding his mind at once that Tom struggled to place them into any sensible order and yet his need to comprehend his situation was as easily replaced by more base needs as his body reacted to the new pleasure he was experiencing. Strong hands found their way to his shoulders as the pace of the thrusts increased but were now driven deeper still within him. Tom found himself meeting the rhythm of the thrusts unaware of his increasing gasps and moans that were inaudible above the volume of the music.

Unwittingly Tom's ass arched higher increasing the depth of the thrusts drawing lustier gasps from him as his body reacted pleasurably to the feel of his ass being invaded in what strangely seemed like a very normal manner. The firm strong hands holding him at the waist as his lover drove into him like an engine piston. Tom grasped handfuls of the bed linen as he continued to be taken, his body filled with strange emotions. As his body was physically and emotionally invaded he could feel that his cock was again rigid between his thighs and was aching to be touched but his need to keep his balance as his lover thrust into him prevented him from touching himself.

Sensing his need Tom felt his lover's right hand shift from his hip and move across his groin onto his throbbing cock. Tom moaned as he felt himself being touched. The hand shifted to the head of his cock and Tom felt a thumb move across the head of his cock making him twitch involuntarily.

"Oh, baby is so wet", his lover said in a mocking manner, rubbing the thumb along Tom's lips and Tom instinctively licked off the honey of his pre cum. "Let's see if we can make her come." With which Tom felt the grip on his cock tighten and his lover began to stroke his length in rhythm with his own thrusts.

"Oh God don't stop", Tom whimpered.

Tom felt hot breath on his ear as his lover lent forward "Oh baby you are going to come so hard for me".

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

His lover gave a hearty laugh, removing his hand from Tom's cock momentarily so that he could spank Tom's rear. "Naughty little slut."

His lover's hand returned to Tom's cock and continued to pump Tom in a knowing way that seemed to keep Tom on the edge of orgasm making him feel extremely horny and used. Used like a plaything for his lover's needs. Was that what he was? A sexual plaything? A fucktoy?

As these thoughts travelled through Tom's mind he suddenly felt his lover tense and the sensation of a deep warmth invaded Tom's bruised anus as his lover's seed filled him cuing his own cock to explode openly onto the linen below and over his lover's masterful hand. His lover continued to fuck Tom's ass for what seemed an age until he was spent, before withdrawing his cock and removing his hand from Tom's deflating meat. Tom's body had been so in tune with his lover's rhythm that when he stopped his motion Tom lost balance and found that he collapsed onto the linen covering his lower torso in his own juices.

Tom's mind was as spent as his body as he lay in the moist sheets, lacking energy of body and mind he drifted off into a tired slumber.

Tom was woken by the caress of a hand on his cheek. His eyes opened sleepily and they met Tracey's own as she knelt beside him. "Welcome back!" she chuckled.

"W...what happenend?" His mind was dull and he felt lethargic. Then suddenly he exclaimed, "Oh my god, the party!! I was....."

Tracey put her right index finger to his lips "Ssshh, the party finished a while ago."

Tom's face flushed with fear at the thought of having slept through his duties and the reaction that was likely from Paula Hamilton. "But I was............" Once again Tracey's finger found his lips.

"These things happen. I've cleared it with Paula she understands how stressed you must be right now. She's told me that you maybe should work from home for the next week or so. I'll drop by tomorrow with all that you need. Now you'd best get going or your wife will be wondering what you've been up to."

Tom remained unconvinced about his fate but knew that the ire of two women was something he did not wish to suffer and he needed to build bridges with his wife after his late cancellation of their plans. "OK. Thanks." Tom got to his feet and made his way out of the room and headed out of the house the way he had entered. The cold night air hit him hard as he stepped out into the courtyard and he took a deep breath in a bid to re-charge his senses. He closed the door behind him and checked his watch. "Shit!!" It was just after 3am. He made his way onto the main thoroughfare and looked up and down the road in the hope of spotting a taxi before beginning his journey home on foot.

By the time he entered his house it was almost 4am. He had lucked upon a taxi as he was halfway home but he was still much later than he had planned and was dreading the reception that he would face from his wife. However, his fears were allayed when it became clear that his wife was not in the house at all. Tom looked around for a note or some clue as to where she was but exhaustion was sweeping through him and he finally made his way to the bedroom and began to undress.

He sat on the edge of the bed to unlace his shoes and then kicked them off sluggishly before pulling his socks off each foot and throwing them in the general direction of the shoes. Tom sighed, annoyed with the events of the past fourteen hours and how it was starting to eat at him. He stood from the bed and picked up his shoes placing them under an adjacent chair. He turned to face the glass fronted wardrobe doors and continued to undress in front of them, first removing his shirt which he folded and placed on the chair before finally unbuckling his belt and stepping out of trousers which he also folded and left on the chair.

As Tom turned to head back towards the bed he paused and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He eyed his reflected image for a moment. Staring back at him was a pale slight man, hairless and naked but for a pair of full cut red satin panties. He broke off his gaze and headed back towards the bed and got beneath the duvet before drifting into a fitful sleep, completely unaware of the transformational re-modelling that had already started to embed within his mind.