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Exploiting Company Secrets Ch. 01

By: enjoy_the_glow



(Preface: This story is loosely based on real events and situations, and obviously I have elaborated in spots and of course changed all the names and other pieces of information that might give away the actual persons involved. I have taken several liberties to make the story more 'detailed' in places where I was not privy to actual events. Finally, I don't write this to scare or even warn anyone, but it will open some eyes to know what goes on in some businesses and just how non-private things like email, voice mail, and can be. )

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My name is Craig and the company I worked for was just over a decade old, but it had been a decade of incredible growth, explosive product launches, and complete dominance of the niche market in which we competed. I had been hired about 7 years into the company's history, but I came in with a proven track record for network security and had authored several papers on protecting companies from hackers, viruses, and other malicious outsiders. However, it turns out I was being hired not to keep the rest of the world from getting into our systems, but more to keep our secrets and technologies from getting out.

The company had patented well over 15 biomedical breakthroughs in its short existence. It had made progress in several areas of research that had remained stagnant for years, and eventually caught the interest of several pharmaceutical giants, not to mention the US and British governments that sought answers to several military problems they faced when engaging countries with chemical and biological arsenals. The company had more value in its intellectual property and trade secrets than any other physical asset in its control. 

The company now employed over 1900 employees in 6 regional offices throughout the US and England. High speed lines connected the offices to each other, and to the internet. Each office had individual networks as well, some of which connected to other local ISPs and telecommunications companies, not to mention wireless and satellite hubs that further 'enhanced' the companies ability to communicate and stay mobile, fast reacting, and on the cutting edge.

For a network manager concerned with fending off viruses and spy ware, or hackers and phreakers or worse, the network was a complicated border to protect. And make no mistake, these were important concerns for my team. However, they were not the top concern. We had information that simply could not be leaked, and the company invested huge amounts of money and time to ensure we had the best protection possible. 

At the age of 38, I was relatively young, but I had been raised on the internet since its explosion as a public medium in the late 1980's. My career had begun at a major university in 1989 while I was still in graduate school. I had been recruited by a then large software firm to research the concept of viruses that were just starting to get the attention of average computer users at home when the personal computer was finally taking hold in homes and businesses everywhere. My work in the field of viruses finally turned into an actual career as I helped engineer some of the first embedded firewall firmware for corporate grade protection. This all finally led to my current position as Chief Security Officer at "X" Inc. (I will use "X" to protect the innocent… and the not so innocent.)

When hired at "X", the stakes were already high. The company had just suffered a major loss of intellectual property, as a highly trusted researcher had been caught emailing secrets to a competitor in exchange for a fortune in stock options and cash. Eventually the traitor jumped shipped and went to work for our competitor, but not until several key products in our current line were compromised. By the time the leaks were discovered, the researcher was long gone and the problems of instant communication via email and chat-rooms were of urgent priority for the board and executives. While the company eventually survived this terrible loss, they were determined not to have it happen again, and thus I entered the picture.

Given a hefty six-figure salary and with a budget that could finance a small country, I was asked to put in place whatever it took to protect the company from such damages ever happening again. I took 3 months and surveyed the current network architecture and then spent millions of dollars over the next year to put in place the state of the art corporate network. From firewalls to encryption to deep inspection of every packet traversing our private network, I eventually had visibility and control over every bit of data that left or entered our company domain. This even included voice communications, as all phone communications were carried over our digital circuits via VOIP switches. Million dollar voice recognition systems listened to every phone call and analyzed anything considered sensitive. And beyond my expertise, we hired private investigators to keep tabs on those who were privy to the most sensitive of our corporate secrets.

Within months of its completion, over a dozen potentially damaging incidents had been discovered, verified, and shut-down before any harm was done. This included several firings and a couple departmental reorganizations, and the message to the executive team was clear… the investment was already paying off. My network and my team were praised and given even more money and power to continue our efforts. We expanded our tools and protection schemes with ingenious algorithms written in house and used by no other company in the world, built to sniff out even the most trivial of concerns within the company.

While the result of my teams work was evident to the board and executive team, most of the company didn't even know we existed. To them we were a bunch of geeks locked in a server room with a lack of social existence otherwise. The executive team had intended this, fearing that if anyone found out about our real purpose it would only scare the innocent and send the guilty into hiding… or worse… into even more secretive and innovative ways of profiting from our IP. 

We let employees continue to user their phones, email, and to browse the web as though nothing had changed. In fact, our work had actually sped up our internet connections and our network in general. We added tools such as instant messaging and other tools to promote valid and essential communications internally, but of course monitored everything… no exceptions.

The company had policies that outlawed pornography and other content that might cause us lawsuits or violate sexual harassment statutes, but the enforcement was only in the extreme condition. We made no attempt to block access to those sites or even to moderate content based on rating or keyword. We simply watched that traffic like all other traffic, and noted it in internal files. It was used later as ammunition if corrective actions were needed against employees that were becoming troublesome but had not yet presented other severe incidents that would warrant termination. This digital voyeurism of adult behavior, however, is where my story really begins. 

Before I start confessing my addictions and sins, I want to make one thing very clear: I never jeopardized the company and the primary purpose of my existence there. But I do admit that certain distractions eventually 'presented' themselves and I had not the self-mastery to control their effect. In fact, as you will read shortly, I really didn't even have the desire to turn away from the temptations offered as a fringe-benefit of my work.

I was always fascinated by the emails that would end up on our audit reports, such as those that contained details about illicit affairs, strange fetishes, and closeted homosexuals. I am a very open minded and accepting person, but some of things that people found titillating and erotic even caught me off guard. As a network security engineer with a history of researching viruses and the dark underbelly of the internet world, I had seen almost everything and so the topics never offended or even surprised. At least they didn't surprise nearly as much as the astonishment that came when learning which of my coworkers were into certain fetishes and obsessions. 

It was in the long hours of work, late nights, and the especially detailed investigations that my network voyeurism became my own personal mania. I started developing my own theories on behavior and sexual habits of my coworkers, and I became rather good at predicting which sexual interests would be exposed by those I worked around. At first my exposure to these details was strictly within the line of work. Our triggers, alarms, firewalls and inspection algorithms would find content or data that needed our attention and it would end up on our reports and statistics, and from there I would dig in deeper. But as time went on my predictions and theories needed more immediate validation, so I began proactively looking for the evidence that would satisfy my forecasts. 

It's hard to say what I got, initially, from watching this digital erotica from a distance. It was certainly interesting from an intellectual level, and I admit there was erotic stimulus as well. I had found myself hard on several occasions upon learning that the hot new AP clerk was a lesbian, or when I found out that our very own legal counsel, (we employed over 10 full time lawyers), was involved in a swingers group near Seattle. A story for another day involves a young intern from a local college, working in our marketing group. The money wasn't great, being an intern and all, and thus the escort business offered her moonlighting work to make ends meet… but again, that is for a later chapter. 

There was one particular instance where two co-workers were exchanging oral favors during the lunch hour in the private office of their supervisor. This would be the turning point for me, when the job and information I controlled would start to take control over me. I had spied the details for the planned fellatio-fun, including the time and place and was able to 'accidentally' walk in as he blew his wad all over her pretty face. (I just got lucky on the timing…). The shock of my entrance made him limp almost instantly, and she ran past me with cum dripping from her hair. I can only imagine how she explained that to those in the hallway as she sprinted to the ladies restroom. As I turned to watch her run away, only a few souls were actually in her path and thus the exposure to potential embarrassment was limited. Lucky her.

I simply closed the door so her flaccid partner could clean up and zip up, and then immediately walked back to my office. For the first time in my adult life I locked the door and jerked myself off while replaying the scene over and over in my mind. 

I had crossed a line, and I immediately knew it. I had used the data I controlled to manipulate others for my own amusement. I had embarrassed two other 'not-so-innocent' co-workers and then eventually found myself so lacking of self-control that I was jerking my own cum into a puddle on the glass that covered my desk. Guilt immediately flooded my conscious and I sat to reflect on what was happening.

I had consciously done everything in a well planned succession of events, so I could not defer any degree of fault, but throughout it all I had not seen the end in my mind ever getting this far. I loved to watch and see how those around me behaved when they thought no one else could be watching, (or in my case watching, listening, analyzing, etc.).

The real excitement and stimulation came from the power of knowing all their secrets. I smiled a knowing smile at almost everyone I met while walking the hallways of our corporate offices. I had learned that even the most conservative and timid had their own buttons that they liked to have pushed. I also learned that the internet and world-wide web gave most users a sense of anonymity that in turn fed a false sense of confidence that they would use to explore their desires online without risk of jeopardizing careers, reputations, marriages… it was all just digital fun with no strings attached, or such was their illusion. 

In reality, it would surprise even many so called 'techies' how little secrecy their corporate networks afforded them. Home networks are not any better, since that data travels through corporate firewalls of cable providers, ISPs, telecommunication behemoths and other colossal-sized corporations. 

My hobby was watching and I knew it needed to stay in those confines if I were to avoid the risks that could come from using my information monopoly for the purposes of exploitation. However, my hobby was already growing in its own organic way that I was outside of my control.

Things turned much more serious in the days that followed my 'accidental' discovery of Melanie and Todd, (the two oral pals in the office…). By leaving the virtual world of my voyeurs den that day, I had already taken a huge step forward in abusing my authority. Events turned even more serious when Melanie saw me talking with her boss a few days later. My conversation with him was in regards to a completely different topic altogether, but Melanie had no idea that I would keep her secret, and in fact expected I would do otherwise. I had in fact allowed the matter to go unreported, since I saw no harm and decided to report no foul. Melanie was certainly not in a position to disclose company secrets, as a purchasing clerk in our requisitioning department, and aside from her misuse of her supervisors office, her work was very well regarded. 

It was only about an hour later, after she watched me in dialog with her manager, that my personal secretary phoned in to report that Melanie was asking to see me. I asked my assistant to let her in and Melanie shut the door behind her as she entered my office. As a point of general interest, did I mention that Melanie was a stunning redhead with a body that most men would highly appreciate and was hinted at earlier, she was apparently skilled in the department of fellatio. I should also mention that my office is large, not out of ego or position but for shear need of space. I keep several racks of computers and networking equipment at my personal disposal, along with a bank of monitors and terminals. The general hum of electronics and computer equipment was actually very noisy, which I felt had the added benefit of affording me one of the truly private places in our corporate offices. Even loud conversations where washed out by the spin of disk drives and buzz of computer monitors or the whiz of fans cooling overheating components. 

Melanie approached my desk with trepidation, her eyes barely looking beyond her own feet and a blush in her cheeks that revealed a guilty conscious. I was panged by guilt of my own, as I had no intention of getting her in trouble or judging her behavior. I had only wished for a selfish moment of pleasure by indulging an urge to see her with a dick in her cute mouth. So before she could state her business in coming to see me, I threw out some relief.

"I didn't tell John," I simply said. I tried to use a comforting tone. I did not want her to think I was coming across as an authoritative figure who intended to exploit this information.

She didn't say anything in response, but her cheeks reddened even further as the unspoken incident was now out in the air. At the same time, however, her body language became more relaxed and I could tell she was relieved that I had not squealed… yet. She stopped just in front of my desk and finally spoke. 

"Thanks." It was all she could spit out, but clearly fumbling for the words to go on. "Are you going to tell him?" she finally asked.

I looked at her, only for a moment, but a surge of electricity ran through my spine as I looked in her brown eyes and saw despair and worry and angst. Conflicting emotions of pity and control rushed through my head. 

"I wasn't going to…" I finally responded when I realized the uncomfortable pause that was created by my daydreaming. My answer again changed her outward expressions as she pondered what I meant. I could see her mind working through the potential scenarios that might include me changing my mind and eventually deciding to turn her in. 

Melanie shifted in her stance and finally sat down in the chair that faced my desk. Her hands were a twisted ball of nervous fingers, intertwined and resting on her wool skirt in her lap. 

"So… are you going to?" she asked with a slight shake in her voice. 

I honestly felt mercy for her and the uncomfortable situation she was in. She was probably no more than 26 years old and humiliated beyond words. I actually admired her for her courage in coming to talk to me face to face like this. I smiled at her, trying to convey some silent message of kindness, but I think it must have come across more as a power play. 

"I really can't afford to lose this job," she nearly whispered. Her eyes were focused on the space of floor directly between her feet. Her voice was a bit louder as she continued, "I have student loans from college and my roommate just got married so I am left with the rent on our apartment." 

She was starting to beg, I realized. I still felt sympathetic for her situation, but also felt aroused as I sat in my seat, completely controlling the situation. My cock began to throb, filling with blood as I watched her breath fast, shallow breaths. She looked up slowly and my continued silence was making her more nervous than ever.

"Please don't tell John," she said as she raised her head up slowly and looked at me across the desk. "I'll do anything if you'll keep this secret."

There it was, the silent implication of her visit that had been stirring my mind and manhood to attention was now verbalized. She had started down the path that I had not intended to lead her, but one I wanted to explore with her nonetheless.

"I really don't know what to do," I played along with the game now. "I really have a responsibility to let him know what was going on." 

Any guilt was being justified away in my mind which was intoxicated by the power and rush of the moment and a surge of testosterone fouling my thoughts. 

Melanie didn't say anything right away, instead she only rose to her feet and walked around the side of my desk. I slowly turned in my chair to face her as she eventually stopped only inches in front of me. 

"Let's see if there is something I can offer you in trade for your silence," Melanie whispered, her voice again quiet and shaky and her face sporting a forced smile. 

She dropped to her knees in a quick motion and brought her hands to my lap, rubbing my thighs just above my knees but advancing them quickly until they reached my crotch. Her hands didn't linger there for long either, immediately reaching for my belt. It took a long time for her to fumble the buckle open and undo the snap on my trousers, but I offered no help along the way. I was fixating on her small delicate hands as they worked, her red hair that smelled almost spicy, and her cute nose that was the only part of her face visible as she worked on my pants causing her hair to fall in front of the rest of her facial features. 

Eventually the zipper came down and I rose from the chair long enough for her to lower my pants to my knees. I sat back down and waited for her next move. I think she was debating whether to continue with her bribe or to run from the room in disgrace, as my cock stood at attention and pointed towards my chest. She starred at it for a few more seconds before her tiny right hand reached up and finally pulled it towards her face. Her hand looked impossibly small as it grasped the girth of my hard-on, her fingers barely circling the circumference. But as small as her hand appeared, her mouth looked even smaller. Lips slightly parted, the opening of her mouth did not seem capable of handling my size. As her mouth opened further, however, it did seem that I would fit, in only just barely. 


Exploiting Company Secrets Ch. 01



Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked the spongy head of my penis before taking me in. My eyes closed for a moment as her tongue circled my cock several times but I opened them when I felt her place the swollen head of it in her mouth. I simply had to see her accomplish this near impossible task and was shocked to see how easily she managed to engulf not only the width but most of the length as well. This girl was truly talented, and I now understood why Todd had been so impatient that he needed to steal an office during lunch hour for this treat!

She was not bobbing her head up and down, like so many amateurs are prone to do, she was holding my dick in her mouth and letting her tongue do the stimulation on the underside of my cock. Her head twisted slowly from side to side to let the pleasure of her tongue work the sides as well, and her hand eventually found its way to my scrotum and scratched gently. Where in the world did this girl learn how to give head, I wondered. She was skilled beyond her years. 

I am a decent looking guy, and I have taken care of myself over the years. I never settled down due to my compulsive work habits, but I was always able to stay active in the local club scenes and through online dating, of course. I never really lacked for sex, and in fact had become bored over the years with the shallow sexual encounters that usually resulted from my 'dates'. I would be surprised every now and then, but found the only way to confidently match my sexual interests with others was via the internet where I could discretely advertise and date without the time required in more traditional methods. And one of my favorite activities was fellatio. 

I was fascinated by blow-jobs for two reasons: 1.) Most women don't care to do it. I mean there are those who will, but only for the sake of their partner, not for their own satisfaction. Granted, this is my own opinion and many women may disagree with me, but at least within the circles I ran and the girls I had experienced, giving head was not their favorite thing the world. This is so interesting to me, and most men I believe, because we generally love to eat pussy and think women feel equally about returning the favor. I have found myself so absorbed by the activity of giving head to a girl who truly appreciates it that I could have cum without any other stimulation but the mental pleasure of sucking a girl's clit until she explodes. But… back to my reasons for loving fellatio. 2.) Most women don't do it very well. 

This probably goes hand in hand with #1, since you never really get the experience required to do something well if you don't like to do it to begin with. Most women just don't know how to properly suck a dick in a way that is both physically and mentally stimulating for their partner. And I think both parts, the physical and mental, are equally important. We need to feel that the girl really loves to suck dick to fully enjoy it.

I had one blowjob from a girl I dated only a few times, that I still consider one of the best cum gobblings I ever experienced. You might wonder why, after I tell you that her teeth would scrape my pole with some frequency, and that her mouth could only handle about 3 inches total. But her eagerness and wanton lust for my penis was overwhelming. She practically begged me to let her suck on it, and when she did it was accompanied with moans of pleasure and total compulsion to make me cum. This girl loved cock, loved cum, and despite her lack of talent, made me feel like a king in her mouth. When I came her mouth lapped at my juice and swallowed every drop in a display of passionate hunger. Even after I had started to soften, she continued to milk my cock and suck on my balls to make sure I experienced every level of sensation possible. She loved to give head and that made the whole experience intense and satisfying.

But… lets get back to Melanie and the blowjob at hand. She was doing the physical part of the act in a very unique and pleasurable way, making my breath labored. My fists were starting to clench the arms of my chair as she worked. But more than the warmth of her tiny oral orifice, her face was conveying a story that was more erotic than what her mouth was doing. 

Her eyes had closed and her nostrils we flaring just slightly, allowing her to continue oxygen flow to the lungs while her mouth was stuffed completely full. Her hands were softly pumping my cock as she now took it in and out of her mouth by a few inches. I could tell that the bribe had turned into an act of pleasure for this young vixen who had previously been driven to my crotch by nothing short of blackmail. I could tell by the way she touched me, the way she sucked me, and the relaxed passion in her face. It was so erotic that I nearly blew my load right there.

Her throat was relaxing and the remaining few inches of my cock were starting disappear beyond her swollen lips as she took me further and further into her mouth. My cock is only about 8" long, but most women cannot deep throat me because I am a little wider than most men. The length would be normally accommodated by most gals experienced in the art if I didn't present a challenge in radius. Melanie should have reached her limit long ago, being as small framed as she was. And finally she did! Her eyes were still shut as she grunted with determination to get more of my pole into her mouth. Her eyes went wide as the gag reflex finally told her that enough was enough. She pulled her entire mouth off my member and looked up at me with eyes that were just starting to tear up due to the normal reaction of gagging and choking.

I looked down to meet her gaze, which was electric and fevered. Saliva dripped from my cock and between her fingers as she held it in her hands. A small silky thread of spit still connected my purple head to her lips for a moment, before finally breaking and falling back to her chin. 

I wanted to pull her up onto my lap and kiss her fragile but engorged lips, and so I moved my hands to her armpits in an attempt to make such a play. Her mouth was back on my dick before I could complete the move, however. Her mouth resumed from where it left off and several more gags ensued as she forced my cock down her pipes. Tears were falling down her cheeks as she continued to swallow me whole, but her hands gripped my cock, balls, and hips with an urge that made it apparent who was in really in control. She was fucking her own throat with my tool, and I was not forcing her in any way. Yet the gagging noises, tears, and pure sensation of feeling my cock slide to her tonsils was something I had never experienced in combination before. And she would have me believe that she was loving it. I knew the end was near.

I placed my hand on her head for the first time, and slid it around to the back of her beautiful red hair. I grabbed a handful of her locks and used them not in an attempt to cause pain or yank her head in any particular direction, but instead to help direct her down on my cock for the last time. 

I thrust my hips slightly as I forced her head down onto my cock and heard her gag. My dick lodged in her throat as the first shot of cum roared from my balls and through my 8" gun. I released her head in time for the stream of sperm to land well within her mouth but without forcing it down to her stomach. I then had to release her hair and grab the arms of my chair again to provide leverage for the rest of my orgasm, but she did not back off my dick at all. She took the next few shots with her mouth firmly planted on my pole and let the cum pool with her saliva in her cheeks. 

I was spent and slumped back into my chair, my head reeling from lack of oxygen, but quickly recovering as my breath resumed a more normal pace. Melanie stayed poised over my crotch, but had released my cock and was now looking back up at me with her lips slightly parted. My cum and her spit was sloshing around in her mouth and even leaking from the sides of her parted lips. Her hands quickly came up to catch it before it landed on my trousers and returned it to her face. Her lips closed tightly as she tipped her head backwards and swallowed the load completely. 

As she stood up, I did also and put my dick back into my pants. We both straightened up our clothes without speaking. When her hair was back to a presentable state, having used my blackened computer monitor as an improvised mirror, she turned back to me and leaned in for a kiss. I met her lips and a very friendly and non-intrusive kiss ensued that felt pleasant and sincere. The kiss broke and she looked back down at her feet, as she had when she first came into my office. Was she suddenly shy and embarrassed again, I wondered?

"That was really incredible," I offered. I was not lying, or even exaggerating. That was likely the best blowjob of my life.

Melanie did not respond, or at least she did not respond to my comments. "Are we cool, then?" she asked.

"Absolutely." was my response.

And that was it. The negotiations were over, the payment made, and a verbal promise secured for me to keep her secret, even if it would haunt my fantasies for years to come. She smiled again, without looking at me directly, and turned for the door. I watched her tiny body sway as she walked out of my office and shut the door behind her. 

I was not even sure what day it was at that point, but I came back to reality slowly as I realized there were several lights blinking on my of report servers that sit to the side of my desk. There was auditable activity being logged by our security systems and my attention was required. As I read over the initial symptoms being reported by our packet sniffing algorithms, I realized that the just finished blowjob of a lifetime was not going to be the last surprise of the day…

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(I have about 5 more chapters to this story that are in outline form. I count on feedback to help me decide if I should spend time finishing them or if I should spend my time elsewhere. If you found this story interesting or otherwise, please let me know. The next couple chapters are far more focused on the sexual exploitation, with less setup of the plot and storyline.)



Exploiting Company Secrets Ch. 02



Although yet recovered from Melanie's oral treatment, I tried to focus on the data that was coming up on my monitor. The keywords that our sniffing algorithms were finding were significant, and included the names of our two top competitors, along with other pieces of information about an internal research project code-named "blue smoke". We had inserted logic to listen specifically for this keyword at the request of our executive team, but even I had been kept in the dark as to what "blue smoke" was all about. I only knew that it was receiving extra sensitive handling.

While the traces continued to run, I put an electronic tap on Melanie's email. I was not sure why, as I had no intention of bothering her in the future, but I felt a need to see if there would be any fallout from our encounter that I might find interesting. Tap in place, I returned to the more emergent situation.

I started running new traces and discovered the traffic was being sent over a common instant messaging protocol, and it was only a few seconds later that I was 'eavesdropping' on the chat, and recording everything. I soon discovered that Sean, a principal researcher on the "blue smoke" project, was in dialog to deal some information he had just obtained and was negotiating with a rival company. The person he was negotiating with was identified only by a pseudonym. 

Disturbed by a lack of clear understanding about who the person was on the other end of the chat, I tracked backwards on their cross-routed packets and was stunned to find that the person on the other end was a actually someone in our building here at headquarters, using a VPN connection back to their home computer to make the traffic appear as if it were coming from an external source. Nice trick, but it also pointed out that they may be aware of our internal countermeasures and security systems, so I proceeded carefully to avoid them discovering that I was on their trail.

I quickly had an IP address for the sourced VPN, and Nancy Cooper was the offender. While I knew a little about Sean, the researcher that was vending the information, I had not even heard the name of Nancy Cooper, so I needed to track down her department, title, and location, to continue my trace on what she was up to. A few minutes looking through employee records online, I had the information I needed. Nancy Kay Cooper, age 39, was a new employee working in our legal office as a patent clerk. She had been with the company only a few weeks, had cleared all background checks and drug screens, and was supposedly working on patent searches for products that we were pursuing legal and trademark protection for. 

I knew little else, but did find her work history interesting, as she had worked for a small company we had acquired just over a year ago. Our buyout of the company was simply a play to squash an upstart potential rival, and while we were able to mine several innovative research leads from their work, we had otherwise laid off most of their staff, around 50 people in all. I wondered if revenge might be part of what Nancy was seeking as she tried to extort information from Sean and the "blue smoke" project. Given the timing of her 'exit' from her prior employer, it would be assumed that she was part of the staff that was let go.

A few more pages scrolled by as I read her file and tried to determine where to go next in my investigation. I clicked back to the introductory page of her file and scrolled down to find her photo so that I would better the person I was dealing with. My reasoning became immediately distorted as the striking brunette appeared on my screen. It was only a shot from about the waist up, but it was enough to know my motivations were again being perverted.

Perhaps because my first sexual exploit of a coworker had come so easily, literally falling into my lap with little effort on my part, I felt overly confident in being more cunning this time around. If Melanie had not virtually delivered the goods without a shred of resistance, maybe I would have had second thoughts. Being as it was, I starred at the picture of Nancy and began plotting a meeting where I could better know who I was dealing with. It was apparent from the moment I saw her picture that I was going to make a play here.

I kept an online recording of traffic coming to and from Sean's computer, but felt he was not nearly alert enough to my tools and technique to know that he was getting into. I perceived little threat to the company via Sean, so I let him go about his business for the time being while I put enough virtual fences in place to make sure he did not get any wise ideas. From there, I turned my attention back to Nancy.

It was after 5:00pm, and I knew that little else would develop today. Instead I continued traces on Nancy's VPN connection throughout the night, and I could pick up the report in the morning. I also called the legal department and luckily found their administrative assistant still in the office. I informed her that I needed a meeting with Nancy the following day, around 10:30am if she could arrange it and in my office if possible. Once confirmed, I decided the day had been eventful enough and I headed home for the night. 

The next morning I was anxious to get to work early and look over log files for both Nancy and Sean. Sean had no remarkable activity since the night before, but Nancy had kept her VPN connection to home, and I also was able to observe her fishing for interested parties in other departments of the company. She was eagerly trying to find information for sale, but I still did not know her motives. It really didn't matter, I realized, as I only needed to be concerned that her motives were of ill intent in order to have them suit my plans. At 10:00am I made a call to our executive team and the HR department head. 

The call was quick and simple, and I had documented proof of the problem, and within 15 minutes of my call, Sean was being escorted out of the building. It was a quick and public spectacle, even more public than normal – likely due to the sensitive nature of the "blue smoke" project, an example was being made of Sean. When queried by the team as to where Sean was communicating, and with whom, I lied and told them I was still investigating.

I waited now for my meeting with Nancy, and took the time to read through some of the emails I had tapped from Melanie's account. Most were of no interest, but one caught my eye. She had sent it about 20 minutes after leaving my office the previous afternoon, and it was to Todd. It simply read:

"I can't wait for tonight. See you at 7:30, I will fix dinner, you just bring yourself and some movies. PS, I am really horny! Love, Mel. XOXOXOX! "

Well, I thought, her appetite was not easily satiated. Only 20 minutes after swallowing my load she was looking for more. At least she was not showing any signs of bitterness or vengeance. Reading her email I daydreamed about the night Todd must have had with her engine fully primed and her talented mouth at his disposal… but my daydream was interrupted when my assistant rang to inform me that Nancy was here for our meeting. I asked her to let Nancy in right away.

I did a quick visual inventory of Nancy as she walked towards my desk. 39 years had been kind to her, she could have passed for 30. Her breasts were clearly augmented, and not subtly. I wondered what she would have looked like without implants, as they were now such a prominent feature on her tall and slender frame. Her hair was longer than in the employee photo in her file, so I assumed it must have been pulled back at the time. She wore a pant suit with a white-silk top underneath the jacket, but without having the jacket buttons done up. I wondered if the buttons were even functional given the amount of cleavage they would have needed to wrap around. A white bra was showing thru her blouse, easily visible because of the strain it was under and the limitations of the blouse itself, being only just large enough to contain her tits. She looked taller than I had expected as well, but I noticed hi-heels that most women would not dare. She was a knockout. She was also married. A huge rock hung on her hand, no doubt a territorial marker from a protective husband that knew men would ogle her wherever she went.

From the moment Nancy walked into my office, it was clear that she knew what had happened to Sean. News like this spread fast around the office, as I knew it would, and Nancy was clearly worried, nervous, and completely confused about why I needed to see her. She likely had no idea who I was, let alone the agenda for our meeting. Perfect, I thought, things are working out just as I had hoped. But obviously, with Sean's firing and her being summoned to my office, she had to be worried that he had somehow indicted her, or that we had found the connection otherwise. I could only hope she was thinking that far down the path, as it would make my job easier.

I asked her to sit and I tried to be comforting and non-authoritative as we started talking. I did not waste time, however, jumping into the topic of our meeting.

"I guess you know about Sean Keller being fired this morning," I stated. 

She nodded and replied, "Yeah, what was that all about?" she asked.

I wondered if she was playing dumb on purpose, or if she really did not know the details of his quick exit. I continued to fish.

"Well, Sean was trying to give away some company information to the highest bidder, but it turns out while he was a willing seller, he was not actively shopping it around, instead he was approached by some outsiders," I continued. "Which is why I have asked you to come see me this morning."

She opened her eyes wide with pretend shock, but her legs shifted and she stopped chewing her gum for a moment. She was nervous.

"What?" she exclaimed. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Well, we are not sure," I lied. "We only know that he was either using your computer as a gateway to an outside party or that he was spoofing your computers IP address. Have you left your computer unlocked recently, or has anyone worked on it other than you?"

These were excuses that I threw out for her, to see how far she would dare tread before she realized I was on to her. She jumped on them immediately.

"I never lock my computer when I head to lunch," she claimed, "anyone could get on it while I am away. And my cubical is in the corner, it would be easy for anyone to get in and out unnoticed."

I frowned with concern and jumped back, "Why don't you lock your computer?" I wrote some notes on a pad of paper in front of me, but they were simply for show to make Nancy think they were in response to her answer. Without allowing her a reply to my question, I added, "And do you know Sean very well? Why would he target your computer like this? He sits 2 floors above you in a research lab; it would have taken a lot of effort and planning to get to your PC."

She sat with her mouth open, gum idle. "So, what are you saying?" she finally asked. 

"Nothing, except that we don't have much to go on other than your PC's IP address and the instant messaging user name of 'rusty_rose'," I offered.

I had been able to determine how the connection from our office to her home PC had been made, over her cable-providers broadband access. I had also discovered her email/user name: 'rusty_rose'. I dropped this new bit of information on her as part of my plan to keep her from anticipating my moves and preparing any credible defense.

As her user name was thrown out, verbally, she reacted physically. Again her eyes widened and she was clearly racing in thought, but not willing to speak for fear of disclosing information that I may or may not already know. It was becoming evident to her that I knew more than she thought I could, and that I had the capability to learn more if I needed, (and if I didn't already know). Transfixed by the building confusion and worry in her mind, she kept silent.

"Because we know the user name and cable provider, we are trying to obtain more details about who this person is and how we can contact them," I said. "Maybe they will know about who Sean was working with. Have you ever heard the name 'rusty_rose'," I asked?

She only nodded to indicate she had not, but her anxiety was palpable.

I moved on to the next attack point. "I notice you worked for the company we dismantled about a year ago. Were you laid off as a result," I asked? I tried to sound sympathetic, but I was becoming more confident with the situation and my position to manipulate Nancy.

"Yes," Nancy quickly responded. But she was quick to realize this might be considered motive, so she continued by expressing appreciation in finding work in our legal department and that she loved it here at X, Inc. 

I then changed the direction of the conversation, back to the problem of Sean and his termination. 

"Sean will probably face criminal charges," I said. "The information he was soliciting was very confidential and worth a lot of money to us. Whoever was attempting to buy this information may very well face charges as well," I finished.

My phone rang just as I stopped talking, and on the other end was one of my network admins with some routine information about SPAM activity on our servers. I acted more interested than normal in the conversation since I found myself at a dead-end on how to proceed next with Nancy. Not that I had not planned well, but Nancy was being too quiet at this point and I needed more response from her to paint her in a corner. The phone call was giving me time to strategize, and as I did I realized the phone call would provide the perfect prop in my plan. 

"Thanks for keeping me informed," I said as I ended the phone conversation. I then turned my attention back to Nancy as I hung up the receiver.

"Well, I think we may be done here," I told her. "Turns out that we have an address for the home user that was allowing the pass-thru VPN connection so we will be checking out that lead next," I lied. 

Nancy had no idea that my phone conversation had in fact been about a completely different and far more benign subject. She could only panic in fear that we might be knocking on her door and questioning her husband… or worse. For the second time in two days I watched a beautiful women twist and wrestle with the gravity of what their actions were leading towards. For the second time in two days I felt my penis awaken to the intoxicating influence of power and control, not to mention the presence of a gorgeous woman. I only had to push a little bit further, I knew.

"What's wrong," I asked? "You don't look like you are feeling well."

Still no answer, but her back straightened and she appeared to gain some measure of composure as she looked me squarely in the face. The dots connected in her mind and she now realized what was going on.

"You know everything already, don't you," She asked? The question was rhetorical. I only needed to keep a stern look on my face.

"X, Inc., completely ruined my career when they ransacked our company for scrap and self protection. It was a company that was proud and innovative and offered me a chance to get in on the ground level," she exclaimed. Her voice was not raised, but the tone indicated her passion. "I lost the potential for thousands of dollars in company options had you not walked in and shredded us apart" she said, as if I could be blamed, personally, for the fate of her former company. 

We both sat for a few seconds and let gravity calm the emotional tension in the room.

"I guess I have screwed up again," she continued. "I didn't take this job for the purpose of trading secrets to competitors, but the opportunity seemed too easy to pass up." She paused for only a second and then continued, "What now?" she asked. 

I could only surmise that she thought her potential fate involved being fired and/or charged with criminal counts. She never imagined what I would offer her next.

"Take off your clothes" I said calmly. 

She was stunned, and confused. She didn't move.

"No one else knows what I know, and if you are willing, we can keep it that way. If you want to keep this between you and me, then take off your clothes and we can 'negotiate'" I said.

She was still stunned, and remained sitting in shocked pose. Her lack of response was upsetting me, and I felt some amount of my control being displaced by her shock. I suddenly worried that an irrational response on her part might complicate my plan in a way I had not foreseen. After all, I tend to think rationally most of the time and expect others might do the same.

"Last chance," I said with a little more firmness, "what's it going to be?"

"I'm married," she returned. "And I could turn you in for harassment," she offered. Her voice told me it was a final desperate play to get out of the situation, but lacked the confidence for me to take her seriously. Still, I called her bluff.

"Fine," was all I said as I picked up the phone. "It's my word against yours, and I have emails and instant messaging logs that will back up my side of the story." I started dialing. 

"Wait," Nancy offered as my fingers touched the 3rd number on the keypad. She started removing her jacket. 

I hung up the phone and watched. Nancy continued to undress but continued pleading for some softening of her sentence. 

"Can I just give you head? Would that be enough," she asked?

I could only smile a little and laugh under my breath. No way, regardless of how hot she was, could she top the gobbling that Melanie had performed yesterday. 

"Just please don't fuck me," she pleaded. "I have never cheated on my husband before."

I felt renewed pity at this new request, and decided to honor her request. I had other ideas in mind to begin with. I didn't tell Nancy, however, that I intended to comply – at least in the most literal interpretation, and would refrain from fucking her. So my silence continued as I watched.

She was now removing her blouse, and her breasts were enormous. Normally, large breasts were not my thing, but hers were so large and so well framed by expensive lingerie, that I craved to grab and suck them. Blouse bunched on the seat of my chair, her hands now worked to remove the snap of her pants. They came down with ease and revealed a pair of cotton boy-short style panties, but with a lacy edge. They were cute, but not what I was expecting. It was not until she turned around to pick up her pants so that she could lay them over the back of the chair that I noticed them crawling up the crack of her ass. Lovely, tanned ass cheeks clenched the fabric and lace of her otherwise comparatively modest panties. 

Her bra came off next, and at last the huge flesh of her boobs spilled out and large perfect nipples balanced at the tips of her tits. I started walking over to her side of the desk, and she cautiously watched me approach. I nodded at her in gesture to complete her undressing, and she finally reached to her sides and worked her panties from her hips. It took a slight tug to pull them out of the crack of her ass, which made my cock jump in my pants. 

Her panties fell, eventually, to the floor and she simply stepped out of them. They remained on the floor, she made no attempt to pick them up and instead stood and faced me with a new confidence. Her nakedness was seemed to be a source of strength for her, and why not? Her body was fantastic, she going on 40 she had the body most 25 year old women would be envious of. She made no attempt to cover herself, and I made no attempt to hide my lustful appraisal of her figure.

Her pussy was pure art. No hair, outer vaginal lips spread slightly and inner labia partially exposed. I could have sworn it was damp, even moist. Her tan did end with the white flesh normally covered by a bathing suit serving to further accentuate her darkened pussy. My mouth was salivating and I started to undress now that I realized my cock was bulging in my slacks, making a lopsided protrusion that was starting to feel uncomfortable. 




Exploiting Company Secrets Ch. 02



"Please don't fuck me," she again begged. 

"Turn around," I told her.

"What are you going to do to me? Please don't fuck me," her request more urgent than ever.

"I won't fuck you," I finally gave in. 

She turned back to face me, as if to verify that I was not bluffing. 

"Just make me a deal," I continued, "you cum on my face, and I will cum on yours. That's all I ask for, then you leave and you keep your nose clean… no more snooping for company secrets, and we never have to talk again," I finished.

She considered what I said and I continued removing my clothes. It was only a few more seconds until I was naked and inches away from her body. She had not yet answered me, or even acknowledged my offer, but I took the silence coupled with her failure to move away as I approached as a non-verbal agreement to my terms.

I touched her shoulder and slowly turned her around, so that her back was facing me and my cock gently touched her tight bum. Once she was facing 180 degrees away from me, I kept my hand on her shoulder and pushed gently, but placed my opposing hand on her hip to keep it in place. It served to pivot her forward as I pressed her back downward. I eventually had her bent over the chair and she made herself more comfortable by placing her hands in the seat of the chair to support her weight. I stepped back a few inches and surveyed what lay before me. 

Her skin was perfect, unblemished, tanned but not unnaturally dark. My office was hot enough, given all the electronics and computers, that even without clothing she was bound to be comfortably warm. I fell to my knees placed my hands on her slender calves. Massaging gently, I worked my hands up her legs, motioning when appropriate to get more spread from her long legs. I had my hands on her lower thighs, her feet far enough apart for me to slide in behind her, and I looked up finally to devour her backside with my eyes.

I couldn't be slow and restrained any further, and brought my hands directly to her ass cheeks and kneaded them firmly, pulling them apart to look deeper inside. I kissed her right cheek, and let my hands wander to her hips and then back down to her thighs. I was working faster now and with more passion. I needed to consume her, sexually, and started licking at the top of her ass crack. Using my hand I raised her right leg to the side and propped her foot on the lower side of the seat of the chair. Her entire ass was wide open now, her pussy as well. Exposed, there was no mistaking the dampness of her cunt, and the smell was drawing me in. 

I licked at the base of her ass, between her vaginal opening and anus. It was slightly damp and tasted salty. I breathed in her scent and pushed my tongue lower. I entered her cunt with my tongue and pressed into her folds as far as I could. I pulled my tongue out and pressed it even lower, which given her position meant I was closer to her clit than ever before. I was not yet able to reach her button, but that changed as Nancy shifted forward a bit which rounded her pelvis to expose her pussy at a better angle. I sucked in her clit gently and Nancy reacted again. If her shifting had been simply to accommodate me, her moan of pleasure was purposeful and sincere as I drank from her sex.

I worked her clit and juicy pussy lips for a few minutes longer and then shifted my focus back to her cunt hole. It was far wetter now, and my tongue entered easily, but I thrust inside her only briefly, alternating my tongue and forefinger in and out of her pussy. My finger was gripped each time it entered her by strong vaginal muscles. I rotated my finger inside and brushed against her G-Spot, and then against the flesh that bordered her rectum. Keeping a finger in her pussy, I then assaulted her ass hole with my mouth. 

Pushing my tongue against her anus allowed my chin to move against her pussy opening, so I eventually had to remove my finger. She reacted to the combined sensations of my tongue on her anus and my chin against her cunt by pressing back against my face. My chin was now practically penetrating her cunt and my tongue slowly slid into her asshole. Her hand reached between her legs as she started rubbing her clit with her forefinger and middle finger. A delicious slick sound was the result of all the friction, skin, and lubrication. 

She came as my mouth refocused on her pussy opening, and her hand stimulated her clit to climax. I drank in her juice and felt her body tremble against my face. I was as good as I had hoped for, and her pleasure was my pleasure… I was about to cum and she had not touched my cock yet.

I stood quickly and grabbed her hips. For a second I considered thrusting my cock into her cunt but then remembered my promise to her. I wedged my cock between her ass cheeks and felt the flesh of her ass cheeks completely wrap around my dick. I moved backwards enough that I could play the head up and down her ass cheeks, using my hand, and each time I moved close to her pussy she wiggled. I first thought she was trying to remind me of my promise not to demand intercourse, but in fact it turns out she was giving in!

"Put it in me," she exhaled, but I knew we would both regret it later. If she felt strongly about it before, her senses would return afterward. Still she looked back over her shoulder this time and made the same request, "You can fuck me! Come on, just do it!" 

"No. I promised you I wouldn't," I reminded her. I was grinning at the way the situation was playing out and how she had reduced her resistance completely.

"You're a bastard!" she exclaimed as she turned her head back to looking forward. 

"And you're a thief," I reminded her, "so let's just say were even!"

I whipped her around to face me and I pressed her down to her knees. I grabbed my cock which was in hair-trigger mode. It started to spray semen towards her breasts. My plan was to let loose on her face, but with the first jet of cum nailing her on the right breast, I thought that a better idea. I pumped my cock with my hand for the rest of my orgasm, painting her tits with semen that never seemed to end. 

I reached down to massage one of her fleshy mounds with my free hand, and she immediately brought up her own hand to work my juice into her other. For a few more seconds we each played with her tits until my cum stopped flowing and they looked like shinny globes, wet and sticky.

We both realized that it would be hard for her to redress in her slick condition, so I reached down and offered my undershirt as a towel. I could continue without it the rest of the day, I needed only my button down oxford to cover myself properly. And in fact I was dressed well before Nancy had completed re-making herself. I walked back to the business side of my desk and sat down to read email and audit reports. I think it slightly annoyed Nancy that I was otherwise ignoring her as she dressed. 

I was not intentionally ignoring her except that my conscious was again winning the battle in my head, now that my balls were drained and the reality of what I was becoming had settled in. I avoided looking directly at Nancy, who was still dressing only a few feet from me, simply to try and lessen the mounting pressure of guilt that I was feeling. 

Once properly dressed, she looked across the desk with contempt. I finally acknowledged her stare, but with a look of indignation to hopefully end the moment as quickly as possible.

"That's it?" she asked with noted irritation. "After all that we just walk away?"

"Yes," I coolly responded. "You're married, and you know that I have my eyes on you, so let's both just let it be at this point."

I can only imagine the emotions she felt, but I am sure they were many times more complicated than my own, and mine were a mess. She continued to look at me for some answer or resolution to what felt so completely disconnected at this point.

"Look, what else do you want me to say?" I finally broke in. 

She turned in disgust and walked away, quickly. Once she was out of my office I sank my head to my desk and tried to clarify the confusing feelings in my mind. Two girls in two days, two clear cut cases of sexual harassment and two of the best orgasms of my life. The conflict raged and I needed some fresh air. It was nearly lunch, so no better time to take off for a few minutes. 

Given all that was on my mind, I am surprised I even noticed, but as I walked by my assistants desk which is located a few feet from my office door, I noticed her looking at me with an expression that made me tense. I didn't stop, didn't look back, but I was certain that she, (Tricia, my assistant), was scrutinizing me for some reason. Was I just paranoid? Was I imagining it? Something told me that I would find out, eventually.



Exploiting Company Secrets Ch. 03



Turned out Tricia was a riddle that wouldn't be solved right away. She acted strange for days after my episode with Nancy, but never said anything and eventually her behavior returned to normal. I half expected that she had heard or seen something that led her to discover what I had done to Nancy. But over time I realized that it was just my paranoia and if anything, she could only have had suspicions.

The paranoia, however, did drive me to start tagging her with electronic surveillance, keeping a closer eye on her activity. I tapped her email and listened to phone conversations, but nothing was discovered that would lead me to think she knew too much. This both relieved and disappointed me. 

Tricia was a good assistant, very professional and very organized. She knew my work habits and controlled my office better than any assistant I ever had work for me. I would have hated on one hand, to have her tipped off to my bad behavior which could only cause complications for me right now. On the other hand, it would have been nice to find some reason to have her in the 'hot seat' of my office.

She was 24 years old and still attending college in the evenings. She was also a little tease. While she maintained reasonable standards of dress in the office, her skirts often hung a little low on her hips and her shirts would ride a little high. The stripe of skin, smooth tanned stomach, the glimpse of a petite belly-button, and most of all... the straps of a thong slipping above the top of her skirt, would always make me look twice. She was curvy, not thin and fragile, which accentuated her feminine allure. Nevertheless, she was young and also a direct employee and most of all... free of anything incriminating that I might be able to use to get her in a compromising position.

It had been about 10 days since my interlude with Nancy, and during this time I had raged with conflicting thoughts and personal judgments on my behavior. More and more, however, I was feeling horny. I was spending evenings and even into several nights, in the office looking for 'bad behavior'. My colleagues and team members saw this as a renewed dedication to my job... if they only knew. I would wake each morning with immediate guilt and resolve to make each day different, but by the time I would walk into my office my motivation was to find useful information on people I watched and worked with.

I realized that I had a problem, but didn't think I had become ethically bankrupt just yet, only that I was having a trying period of poor judgment in the face of incredible opportunity and temptation. But a problem it was, as I had stopped trying to develop relationships, sexual or otherwise, using more normal channels. Given the choice to hit the bar scene with friends or scan email for dirt on an unsuspecting associate, I chose the later every time.

During this time I really focused on Tricia, especially for the first few days after my fling with Nancy, but as I mentioned there was nothing for me to use. I continued to watch Melanie, but her behavior was in line and no more noon-time cock jobs. In fact I learned that she was no longer seeing Todd, having broken off the relationship only a few days ago. Nancy was a non issue as well. I watched her carefully and the most remarkable thing in her traffic pattern was an increase in hits to Monster.Com. I was not surprised, having been busted only weeks after starting with our company and then having to pay for her crime with her ass, it would be wise to look for another job. So far, no complicated wrinkles to sort out, instead just the opposite as things seemed to be smoothing out on their own.

Day 11, post Nancy, I was starting to become resigned to the idea that what had happened with Melanie and Nancy might have been a fluke. Could my run of blackmailed sex be over? Perhaps, and maybe I was coming to terms with the sensibility that it was for the better. It was bound to catch up with me at some point, especially if I continued. As I was starting to let all this rationality set in, I scanned an email to Tricia that caught my attention. It contained no dirt on Tricia, however, so there would be no immediate play for her sweet tail, but it did have information that made my previous thoughts of prudence dry up and blow away to the less visited places in my head. Turns out that she and other gossiping assistants had discovered our new marketing intern was doing some night work for a local escort company. How they had learned this was not clear, but there was an interesting conversation occurring amongst the gossips. All of them, (appeared there were about 5 in the email chain), were women. Four of them were expressing their disgust with her behavior and only one was defending her to some degree. Aside from knowing that Misty, (the intern), was an escort, I was getting a kick out of the fact that Tricia was her only supporter.

Tricia was only half-heartedly on Misty's side. She seemed more annoyed that the other four were being so quick to judge. I was impressed with Tricia's liberal defense, even if only for the sake of the debate, but more impressed that Tricia was willing to have an open mind and consider the circumstances in which Misty found herself. (Misty had been a struggling college student living on the meager salary we offered her as in intern. Economics had placed Misty in the position to look for work elsewhere). Eventually, however, their conversation bored me and I was already working to track down Misty's wild side in my own digital way.

It took a couple days, during which Misty conducted her business without use of our company's computers or anything else that I could digitally control, but I finally found a crack to wedge open. Frustrating as it was at first, I maintained my motivation by learning more about the intern of my current focus. She was a brilliant woman, with good grades and plenty of motivation. She was from a large family with little money, so she had made her way through college on scholarships and hard work. She was nearing her degree and escort work was putting food on the table, and then some. 

The spoils of her night-job were actually excessive. Her car recently upgraded to a used 3-series BMW, her clothes sported labels such as Prada and D&G, but her success was also breeding recklessness. As I watched I learned her skills when 'on-call' were in high demand and that she was very good at what she did. Her service booked her for 3 to 4 calls a night, but she only worked 2 or 3 nights a week. They constantly begged for more time from her, but she had the upper hand and had negotiated larger percentages for herself. Most of this I gleaned from simply browsing the escort company's web site, but a couple easy hacks gave me more information as I snuck on their servers. Still, without something incriminating in the office, she would be off limits to me. I kept looking.

Her talents were along the lines of playing the naughty, yet naive school girl, the teenager next door, the innocent farm girl gone bad. She was 23 years old but looked all of 17. She was experienced like few others, but looked as raw as a choir girl. She expertly combined this physical appearance of purity with pale white skin that was deliciously accentuated by perky B-cup breasts and very long black hair and deep hazel eyes. She was all natural, home grown American pie. She had apparently learned the part very well, and knew how to market and sell her natural assets. Like I said, she was brilliant.

Was she brilliant enough to stay clear of my network borders and alarms? Perhaps not. Her escort service provided most of the web-presence required for their girls, but email was still something she used to communicate with her regular clients. While she tried to use clever keywords and avoid the obvious terms that anyone might pick up on, I finally found a pattern of emails from local ISP's, with email usersnames that were too cliché' to overlook. The tone of the messages and the combination of terms came together and I learned her lingo, and eventually started lodging my own email requests of the lovely Misty.

Justifiably cautious at first, she ignored my emails or simply asked me to go through the agency. But I insisted that I was a friend of one of her regulars and she finally gave in as I tempted her with large tips for her services. She finally agreed to meet me in a public place for a formal introduction. We agreed to meet at a bookstore with a café on the facing street where we could discretely, but with the comfort of a popular public spot, make further arrangements. She was also adamant that if we did make future plans, they had to be booked through her escort service. She did not moonlight on them, apparently. 

Busy as her schedule was, our meeting could not take place for another couple days and that meant well over 2 weeks would have passed since my encounter with Nancy by the time I met with Misty. A short period of time in relative terms, but for me it felt like a lifetime. It was amazing for me to realize that I was actually maintaining two completely different thought patterns, in parallel. On my right shoulder sat the little angel telling me to be good, making me resign to stay clear of further forced seductions and that time would heal the wounds and guilt I felt. On my left shoulder was the demon that made me lustful in my domain of control, to see how far I could assert my influence and to enjoy the eventual spoils of such victories. The devil was winning this battle, at least this round, since it was easier to justify what I was attempting to do when the subject of the hunt was an escort. She did this kind of thing for money, right? Were her ethics and morals any more admirable than mine? But the right shoulder would jump in to keep me cognizant of the fact I was attempting to force her hand, take away the decision she would otherwise have. I moved forward on blinding lustful desire alone.

I had been inside the bookstore for 30 minutes prior to our meeting, in a vantage point that allowed me to scan the café terrace and stay well hidden at the same time. She arrived promptly and sat at the far south end of the terrace, just as we arranged. She faced away from the bookstore entrance, so my approach would be unnoticed until the last second, but I seriously doubted she would recognize me regardless, as we never worked together in the office place. I stepped outside and towards the table, and was nearly sitting opposite of her before she looked up to acknowledge me.

Her initial look was a pleasant smile, followed by a quick hello and a very professional handshake. She then furrowed her brows as she inspected me in more detail, as though she recognized my face but could not place it in context. I had no interest in confusing her and made a quick introduction of myself and just where she had seen me before.

Once she learned who I was, her face was a little more nervous, but without learning the real reason for our meeting, she was doing a good job of continuing the discussion without appearing too flustered. She readily admitted that she tried to avoid connecting her night job with people in her life otherwise, be they from work or elsewhere. I couldn't blame her, but she was then suddenly curious about who had referred her services to me. The alleged connection between one of her regulars and myself was fake, of course, and I told her so.

In the course of the next 3 minutes, I discussed how I had discovered her night job and how her use of company email and messaging systems was a violation of our company's policy. I hid the details she didn't need to know, like the gossiping administrative assistants and such, but elaborated on the details of the policy that involved termination. Misty made great money as an escort, but could not afford to lose the internship at our company, it would affect her college work, recommendations to future employers, and possibly delay her graduation. Even with all of that at stake, she still surprised me after I finished outlaying her violations and their potential consequences.

"So you set up this meeting to confront me?" she asked. "You're not interested in a date?"

Remarkable, I thought. Does she feel like I am wasting her time? Maybe I have over estimated the priority she placed on her internship. Could she be more interested in an hour of work at $400 per, than her long term career prospects? I was almost stunned out of my game plan. Almost... but not entirely. 

"Oh, I am interested in a date," I answered her finally. 

"That's what I thought," she smiled in return. "I could smell your intentions as soon as you started talking about termination. Why else would you confront me here, and not at the office?" she continued.

Damn, the girl was smarter that I gave her credit for and I realized I might be out of luck on this one. Worse, perhaps, I might even be even busted. How did I not see this coming, and think through this potential scenario. I was starting to sweat, and Misty noticed and worked me some more."

"I can't believe your going to do this" she said calmly. "You're really a pig, aren't you?" 

Her rhetorical question stung me, and reopened the guilt carved wounds on my conscious. I considered apologizing and letting it be, just walking away and hoping nothing more would grow out of this mess I had made. We both sat in silence for several more seconds while I contemplated my retreat and she considered her options.

"Well, I guess you got me," she said with some disdain, but bailing me out just the same. "You're gonna force this issue I suppose."

Her face was blank face but maintained an air of composure, although I could see she was not pleased with the options she faced. I was breathing easier as at least the option of leaving and turning me in was not a part her current mindset. Her professionalism, all around, carried the conversation further.

"I can't fit you in tonight," she continued. "I have a regular tonight and he pays for 3 hours, so we will have to arrange this for tomorrow," she finished.

Despite her apparent control of a situation I thought I was in charge of, I gathered myself mentally now that my prize was at hand.

"Here is my address," I offered as I handed her my card with my home address on the back. "If you can make it around nine, that would be great." 

"Fine," was all she could say as she put my card in her purse and turned to leave. She turned back before taking a step, however, and asked, "Is this a one time thing, or are you going to make me pay for this indefinitely?"

I was a little hurt by her implication that I would milk this for all I could, but how could I blame her? Given what she knew of me thus far, I was scum and not to be trusted. 

"No, you make tomorrow night memorable and I will drop the subject forever," I promised.

She starred at me for a second or two, perhaps trying to gauge the level of my sincerity but then again simply said, "Fine." 

She turned and walked away, this time not looking back. I watched her quick paced walk until she was no longer visible. Her figure was stunning, her innocent facade was very well developed and I even found myself seduced by her air of virtue that trailed her like fog as she walked away. I stood to leave, but my cock was stiff – I hadn't even noticed, so I sat back down and finished my coffee while I relaxed.

The next day was bound to be a nervous one for both Misty and myself, so I called in absent and took a personal day. No need for us to bump into each other in the hallway or otherwise have added uncomfortable tension. Never mind that such encounters afterward would be even more anxious, but I solved my problems one at a time, as they arose. Besides, I wanted to make some special arrangements for the evening, arrangements that would surprise Misty even further.

I went online and browsed the website of Misty's escort service. There was a cute blonde that was available for groups or single dates that I found particularly attractive, so I called the service hoping she would be available tonight. I was in luck, and I booked her, (her name was April), for three hours starting at 8pm. Her rate was not as high as Misty's, but three hours was still going to set me back a $1000, probably more after tips. I made more money than I could spend by myself, however, and I couldn't think of a better way to use some of it. Moreover, I knew that to get my way this evening would take much more than a $1000.

I spent the rest of the day trying to avoid thoughts of tonight, keeping myself busy with work around the house and a trip to the gym. This strategy didn't really work, though, as I thought of nothing but Misty and April. I showered and made sure the house was clean, stopped by the liquor store to pick up some expensive wine that I liked, and then waited patiently for my first visitor.

April arrived a little late, but apologized and said she would make it up with an extra ½ hour at the end. I was instantly hard when she slipped out of her light jean-jacket and had on nothing but a mini skirt which covered a white thong, her C cup breast hanging free. Her shoes were left by the front door. 

I offered her a glass of wine and then explained what was going to occur tonight. I knew she was ok being with other women, having asked about that when I called the service to setup the date. The rest of my request was going to surprise her, however. First, I wanted to fuck her without a condom. I knew this would be a tough point for her to give in on, but after a few minutes of pleading, and an extra $2k in cash, she finally agreed. With the cash still in her hand I had her lay back onto my couch and I undressed. 

I didn't even take off her panties or skirt, instead just slipped the thin silk of her thong to one side. I then sucked on her clit and tongued her hole until it was wet enough for three of my fingers, which sloshed easily in and out of her cunt. As I have mentioned before, I love to eat pussy and hers was no exception. I considered staying there until she came, to enjoy her hairless cunt and equally clean ass, but I reminded myself of my plan for the evening and discontinued. 

I mounted her and slipped my cock into her easily, again with her panties simply held to one side by my hand. By 8:45 she was breathing hard and playfully asking for me to fuck her. I banged away for another minute or so and then exploded deep inside her. I pressed in deeper as my balls drained into her pussy and then pulled out slowly. Her hole gapped for a few seconds after I exited, with spindles of cum trailing from my penis to her labia. Her pussy walls quickly collapsed together, however, trapping my seed in her womb. I fixed her panties again so that they covered her wet gash and filled her in on the rest of my plan.

She was reluctant to hide in a closet and watch me fuck another escort, but another $1000 changed her mind and I assumed the rest of the plan to be obvious but elaborated anyway as I instructed her to come join us on the bed after I finished with the second girl. By 9:00pm April was tucked away in my walk-in closet, with a bottle of wine and a decent view from behind slightly opened French doors. Misty, prompt as before, rang the bell at 9:01.

Misty was stunningly beautiful, and tonight she outdid herself with a plaid skit that was about 3 inches too short for any respectable Catholic school, topped with a white blouse and no bra. Her hair hung free and bounced around her shoulders. Her calves were irresistible, propped up by her modest heels. Being a true professional, she smiled as she walked in the door and kissed me gently on my lips, hers parted just enough for me to smell her cinnamon sweet breath. No wonder she was the prize of her escort service! My dick, not yet 20 minutes from earlier work, was already pulsing in excitement.




Exploiting Company Secrets Ch. 03



I offered her wine, and she accepted. I showed her the direction to the bedroom, but she led the way, allowing me to walk in her trail and observe her, moving so seductively towards my waiting bed. 

We kissed, and her tongue shot down my throat. Her hands grabbed at my back and roughly tore off my shirt. She let me remove her blouse and I fixed my mouth over her young, pink nipples. They hardened as my tongue massaged them, which allowed me to nibble on them with my teeth. She hissed her approval and grabbed my head to press it harder into her chest. I knew it was an act, but she was one hell of an actress and I only needed to believe to enjoy it.

Her skirt came off easily, after all it was but a few inches of red cotton cloth. Underneath her black g-string was wedged into her pussy crack, so I removed it with delight and watched her semi-wet folds cling to it as it pulled away. She was not shaved clean, which surprised me, but her hair was trimmed short and was light in color. It was nice to feel her fur and the softness it offered. I played my hand over it for a long time while we continued to kiss. I could feel her moisture starting to increase. 

She finally removed my pants and boxers, and with swift experience and skill removed a condom from her purse and moved towards me to put it on my rock hard cock. I grabbed her wrist before she could get it into place.

"No condom," was all I said. 

"No way!" was her quick response. "This doesn't happen without a condom!" Her voice was not amused and she stood quickly in protest.

"Listen," I calmly started, "I am clean, I had a vasectomy 3 years ago, and you don't have a choice," I finished.

She knew what I meant by my last comment, but looked dejected just the same. I got the impression that she was determined to be in charge tonight. She had nearly run over me in our café meeting yesterday, so her confidence would naturally be higher tonight. My demand was just that, however, and non-negotiable. 

"Fine," once again was her only comment. The condom was tossed to my dresser and I moved back towards her. 

She was pissed at me for refusing to wear the condom, and not back in her role as an aggressive nymph, so I took the lead for a few minutes. It became a power struggle, though, as she was clearly not comfortable when not in command. This was an interesting realization, since my control had put me in a position to take this sweet young girl tonight, yet her need for control was being asserted through her sexual energy and erotic qualities. She disliked me turning her around so I could kiss her back, and really disliked me pushing her to the bed, even if gently, so I could straddle her soft ass. She wiggled her way around so that she faced me and then regained her role play abilities. 

It was not that she was such an incredible actress, I realized, but that through her expression of passion and sexual play she could 'manage' her 'dates' and keep herself in direct charge of the situation. She became aggressive again, taking my first move initiative out of play and keeping me on my toes. While I would eventually want to handle the situation, I was willing to play second fiddle for the time being. It actually was nice to have some of the pressure taken from my shoulders, to let her move and make moves. 

And through her moves I found myself on my back as she scaled up my body and eventually sat her damp cunt on my face. She smothered my nose with her sex and ground her clit against my upper lip. I lapped at her cunt with my tongue, but she was moving to fast for me to find a rhythm... she was in control again. When I tried to raise my head up so that my mouth could reach her folds as she bounced up and down, she simply brought both her hands down and held my head in place, pressing it against the mattress while she went about jockeying herself. 

Eventually she found her own pace and used my extended tongue to tease herself. Her clit was swelling and was now completely exposed from its hiding place. You might even describe it as erect, and I was allowed to nub it from side to side only for a few seconds at a time. She seemed to be concentrating to a degree that would eventually bring her to climax, but just as I thought that was her goal, she released me and flipped to my side. 

"Ok, Craig, give it to me," she purred.

This little girl was a master. She oozed sexual zeal knew how to tweak men into frenzy and was artful in her seduction. Her aggressive face sitting had all the sincerity of a girl determined to get herself off, but I now believed her intentions to be less self-gratifying. She wanted to work me into enough heat that I would take her quickly, blow my load, and then allow her to leave me spent, but a smile on my face. 

What Misty didn't know was that I had already shot my load only less than an hour ago, so my recharged batteries, regardless of how hot she was, would last much longer than she anticipated. Although a bit sore from nailing April as an appetizer, I could muster enough restraint to make her realize I was now seeing through her game. But I would play along for a few more minutes, just to be a tease.

I rolled on top of her and she grabbed my ass to help pull me towards her. Her legs spread and then wrapped around mine as I lowered myself to her opening and then pressed deep insider her with one continuous stroke. My size seemed to surprise her a little, as a gasp let loose from her mouth that sounded honest, even for her. I stayed pressed insider her for a few seconds without moving so that she could both appreciate and accommodate my tool. Then I started working her, and I put on a play of my own. 

I pumped Misty for 4 or 5 minutes while she pawed at my back, neck, and ass. She bit my ears and nipples and did everything in her power to take me over the edge, and I played the part. Her fingers teased my ass hole, and on several occasions I feigned ecstatic moans and cries that would have indicated orgasm, but then stopped as I concentrated on the task at hand. Was there a look of disappointment on her face when I did this, or lustful approval? I could tell myself that it was either, as it didn't matter in the end. 

This young escort was a real treat, regardless of why she was laying beneath me. Her twat still young and tight, her body well shaped and toned. I watched her wiggle and squirm under my body, bracing her hips for each of my thrusts. Maybe she was too much to behold and still allow me to maintain this pace of pussy pounding. I felt my testicles starting to swell and knew I needed a distraction. 

I pulled out so quickly that she nearly jumped up with me as I stood to the side of the bed. Standing there I quickly repositioned her on her hands and knees and spread her ass cheeks slightly. I saw the pink bud of her ass and the loose hanging wet folds of her pussy, and positioned my cock at her opening. She pressed back to accept me, but I kept just enough distance that only my head was inside her, and then I used my hand to rub the swollen tip of my dick up and down her slit, spreading her juices along the way. With a final movement I brought it back up, paused at her vaginal opening, and then moved up further. My cock now positioned just against her tight anus. I pressed very, very slightly... and she turned in fear. 

"No!" she yelled. "I don't do that!"

I laughed, having broken her psyche for the moment, and pressed my cock head down a few inches and fucked her pussy deeply. She must have been relieved that I did not violate her ass, but taking her from behind was giving me deeper access and she was feeling my size like never before. She met my first few thrusts with arched back and low audible grunts, but eventually allowed her upper body to fall to the mattress and she buried her head in a pillow while I continued. The deep throated grunts continued as I felt perspiration beading on my forehead, and enjoyed the sensation of my dick pressing against the innermost reaches of her vaginal cavity. I drove in deeper than ever and released all that I had left. I shuddered a few more times before withdrawing slowly.

Misty didn't move, staying propped on her knees but with her head dropped to the pillow on the bed. Her body was as relaxed as possible, given the position she was in. Her pussy was really engorged and open, tissues slowly relaxing and closing behind the vacated cavity. A small droplet of my cum was slowly exiting her, and I used my finger to push it back into her cunt. She jumped at my touch.

"Damn!" she yelled into the pillow which muffled the expression. She raised her head up and to the side slightly to continue, "I thought you were going to go on forever!" Her head dropped back to the pillow. 

On cue, April silently exited the closet and I raised my hand to motion for her to stay right were she was without coming closer. Misty had not noticed April as she emerged from the closet, and could not see her from her current vantage point. I was not yet ready for April to join us, but April looked ready for us. She wore only her white thong, which was visibly wet from my previous load if nothing else, but April looked aroused after having watched me pound Misty. April's nipples were very erect, her face flushed, and eyes on Misty, watching her lay there naked and worn.

"Satisfied," Misty asked?

"Not quite yet," I responded, "Not until you're satisfied."

Misty laughed, "Oh yeah? I'm not sure your gonna get that thing back up right away," as she motioned at my limping penis, "and there is no way your gonna eat me with your jizz leaking out of me, is there?"

Her sly smile only lasted a few seconds. 

"You're right, I'm not going down on you... but she is," I exclaimed as April walked into Misty's current line of sight and crawled up next to her. 

"What the fuck?" was all Misty could say before rolling to her back, away from the approaching April. "Who the fuck is this?" she asked.

"Misty, meet April. You two are actually colleagues, she works for your same agency, although I guess you may have never met before," I joked, thinking that the agency probably did not have a lounge with a water cooler and break tables where fellow escorts met to sell Girl Scout cookies or bitch about evening traffic. 

"April was kind enough to join us this evening, and I have paid her generously to make sure you cum tonight," I informed Misty.

Misty was shaking her head in disbelief, but April was now in charge and she crawled close enough to April to touch her stomach. With Misty on her back, April easily inched closer and closer and then dipped her head towards Misty's cunt and started lapping at the hair just above her slit. 

Misty continued shaking her head in a show of reluctance as April worked down far enough to tongue Aprils wet and leaking cunt. My cum was pulsing out of her hole now, and April lapped it up as I had instructed earlier, (right after giving her lots more money). Misty was slowly forgetting to protest my setup and starting to relax as April sucked her clean and brought Misty's clit to an erect state once again. This time I was certain Misty was being pleasured and not simply putting on a show. 

Thus far I had been satisfied to sit in a recliner that was in the bay window of my bedroom and watch the fantasy unfold in front of me. I had never indulged the 2-girl fantasy that most men dream of, and I was a little bummed at this point that I had spent myself earlier and could only now sit on the sidelines. But I was still able to direct the action, so when the time was right and I thought Misty was sufficiently turned on I walked around to the other side of the bed, to the side that Aprils ass was facing. I carefully slipped her white, cum soaked thong off her ass and down her legs. Once clear of her feet I moved her right leg over Misty's head and positioned her, 69 style.

Misty watched me do this and said nothing, but alternated her glance from my face to April's cunt, back and forth. Once positioned, she looked up at me as if to verify the obvious. I only smiled and nodded in the affirmative. I pressed gently on Aprils back side and she willingly lowered her groin to Misty's still averse face. As April lowered herself, it had the effect of forcing April's pussy lips to part and reveal the deeper tissues of her sex. They were filled with my cum, still, and Misty squirmed, uncomfortable with the moment. But April continued downward until Misty had no choice but to deal with the sperm soaked slit pressing against her mouth. Misty opened her mouth and before her tongue was fully extended, April sensed the warmth of Misty's breath on her, and ground her pussy against the waiting tongue. 

Misty continued with reluctance for a few minutes, so long in fact that I wondered if I was wasting my time. April, however, was getting off, genuinely, and continued to pleasure Misty until Misty had no choice but to recognize the mounting flood of sensation between her legs. Her orgasm came on slowly, but during the buildup she became more willing to return the pleasure and started eating April with more enthusiasm. The two girls really started giving it to each other with fingers and tongues and kisses and slurping suction. It was beautiful to watch. 

Astounded, I realized that watching was starting to have an affect on my worn out cock. I felt the ache at first, telling me a hard on was in the works but that my penis was not too excited about being called to action for the third time tonight. I felt proud when I realized I was fully erect for the third time and started stroking myself as I watched the two women gorge themselves on pussy juice and my cum. I was only a few inches away from Misty's face which was partially covered by Aprils muff. 

I stroked harder and faster and watched her tongue dip in and out of April's hole while we all raced towards orgasm. Misty started cumming first, and she tensed up completely while holding her breath through the first wave of her orgasm, which lasted for a good 15 seconds. When she started breathing again she shook violently and eventually thrust her face back into April's cunt. This sent April over the edge and she practically smothered Misty as she rubber her sex on Misty's face. Both women continued to munch each other and moan as their orgasms continued. 

I could hold my own load no longer, and moved close enough that I could shoot my juice onto April's ass. The load was small, but given that it was my third shot of the night I couldn't complain. And it left my cock with force, nailing April just below her anus and then immediately dripping down into the mess of her pussy. Misty didn't hesitate to raise her head and lap up the fresh cum that was trailing down Aprils crack. 

April finally fell to the side of Misty once her climax subsided, and curled up into a ball. She looked satiated, but chilled, and I pulled a corner of the bedspread over her to at least cover her back. Misty then raised herself to her elbow, slightly on her side and looked over at me with a playful frown. 

"Now are you satisfied?" she asked.

"Almost," I replied.

"Almost? What else could you possible ask for?" she asked in a shocked tone.

"You need to clean that up," I said as I pointed to the bedspread right below her elbow. As April had rolled to the side, a large drop of my cum had spilled from her pussy and landed on my bed. 

"You're kidding, right?" was all Misty could ask as she looked at me in disbelief. But of course I was not, and nodded to indicate I was serious. 

Misty sighed, but bent down and stuck out her tongue, and lapped up the gooey drop. We both then dropped to the bed and starred at the ceiling.

Misty relaxed only for a few minutes, but the sense of vulnerability she must have felt was too much for her. Having lost total control tonight and being manipulated in ways she had not imagined, she got up and dressed quickly and left without saying anything else to me or April, not that April noticed as she was already asleep.

I got up and put on a pair of shorts and then slumped into my recliner. I watched April sleep for a long time and slipped into my own state of tired restlessness. The longer I watched April sleep, nude and susceptible but trusting just the same, the deeper I slipped into a renewed depression. My cock ached, and my mind reeled, as guilt and shame completely consumed me.

I woke April after about 90 minutes and gave her another thousand dollars, along with a gentle kiss, a sweatshirt to keep her warm on her trip home, and a big thank you. I apologized as well, which she was not expecting. 

"Sorry for what?" she asked

"Nothing," I lied, "Just please be careful driving home," I finished. 

April now gone, I had the house to myself and my thoughts. So mortified by my lack of self control and abuse of power, I picked up a bottle of bourbon and settled down for a couple drinks before bed. 

I was not certain when I slipped into sleep, but I knew I was going to miss another day of work when I awoke to blazing sunlight through my window and a headache from the booze. I was a wreck.