73 comments/ 181099 views/ 45 favorites My Office By: SomeAussieGuy A businessman takes his receptionist over his desk. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (30 min/mp3) * * * * * My Office Fantasy **Hey. This is my first submission of an erotic story. I hope you like it. Feedback is always welcome. This story is fictional and a fantasy of mine** My office Fantasy I had been working for the company for about 2 years. I had risen from office junior to secretary within a few months of me starting. Maybe it was my hard work and my friendly attitude that made the boss promote me so swiftly... Or it could have been my enormous tits that he kept staring at in meetings. The guy I am referring to in this story is a mid-twenties man who seriously turned me on. It may have been the way that he looked that made my panties get a little damp or it may have been his suits that he came moving into the office. This man used to be a reporter for a well known national newspaper however he started working for the company when I became Head Secretary. I was in his interview. He had charm and a can-do attitude back then. He still has those qualities however he doesn't seem to be so enthusiastic when others seem to be around him whereas when I go by his office to check up on work he seemed to be well organized and on top of projects. I am a few years younger than the guy. However I feel sometimes that I tutor him rather than him tutoring me. Now you know the back story of the man I can begin the sexual reality of my dreams... THAT DAY. It was a Friday. The day that ended the week. I sat at my desk wearing a black pin striped skirt that stopped mid-thigh with some black suspenders and black heels, and a white buttoned blouse that stopped mid way to show off my enormous tits. I had been informed that morning that some more clients would be coming in for the day. A little check-up on how the business was doing. The guy, Josh, had been sending some emails to me asking about the projects that we had been working on, over the past 4 months, were in order and ready for the important meeting with the clients later. To Louise Anne From Joshua Milton Subject Project.... Miss Anne I was wondering if the project files are any good? I just hope that I didn't do anything out of turn when putting the files together. Anything else I can help with today? You seem a little ... tense. Joshua Milton Head of Communications I looked over at the files on my desk, smiling at each file in turn. I was pretty impressed with how the files were color coded and organized. I thought I would have to color code and organize it in some way. To Joshua Milton From Louise Anne Subject Re:Project... Mr Milton I am rather impressed with your file organization skills. Looks like I won't need to organize it in the way Charlie likes it after all. I am proof reading as we speak. If I have any queries I will let you know via email or come into your office. Thanks again. Louise Anne Head Secretary I looked back at the files, flipping through some files to proof read, finding a sticky note at the top of one of the files. 'I dream of fucking that wet tight pussy of yours in my office chair... let me... please? Josh. X' What did it just say? I turn the next page to see another document with a sticky note. 'I have fantasies, Lou. You in that little skirt, that blouse of yours wide open. Those big fat tits on my desk as I lick that pretty little clit. COME!' The next thing I know, I have put the whole of the file project away in a draw, taking the two sticky notes and walking into Josh's office, bursting through the door. He looked up at me with his legs wide open and a smile on his face. I closed the door behind me. 'I found some notes on the documents that I thought I would need to talk to you about,' I said in my best professional tone which kinda slipped as he bit his lip, watching me. I took a deep breath and looked back at him, he looked up at me with a lustful stare. 'I hope I didn't inconvenience you when I wrote a couple of notes on the documents. I thought they needed to be said seeing as you are wearing my favorite skirt today,' he said as he walked over to me. I looked up at him as he stopped in my personal space, he put a finger to his lip in a thinking like way before he grabbed my waist and pulled me over to his desk. I made a slight giggle as he pushed me over to the desk. I looked up at you as my ass hit the desk. 'Now, you are going to be a good secretary for me. I am going to tell you when I first had a fantasy about you and you Missy are gonna rub your clit for me,' he said as he sat down into his chair, looking up at me. I looked behind me to see where I could slide and sit on, I put the keyboard and mouse on top of a filing cabinet beside his desk, picking up some papers. 'Stop. I want those papers, filled with your cream so when the boss receives them he will get a smell of your pussy.' I blushed at this statement and nodded as I knew he was deadly serious. I sat on top of the desk and on top of the papers, opening my legs, my back against the wall and my finger sliding down into my black silky thong. 'Mm... now then. I first started fantasizing about you when it was my second day working here. You had a black blouse on that was buttoned down to the middle of your chest... god don't I remember seeing that bra, it was a lacy black one. And god I love lace... and some longish skirt that was a navy blue with some black heels. I went to the photocopy room where you were located at the time, your beautiful arse was hanging out as something got jammed in the copier. You said you was sorry without even looking up at me, I smiled at you, I thought it was sweet you know. Gorgeous, voluptuous woman making excuses without even looking at me until you turned and our eyes met. I introduced myself and you introduced yourself. I wanted to see what was on underneath that skirt you know. I wanted to bend you over right there and then, pull your skirt up and just feel that juicy arse of yours.' I had rubbed my clit a little faster half way through his story telling. He never took his eyes away from my face. 'Rub that pussy beautiful,' he said as he stood up and walked over to my desk, he put his hands onto the desk. I continued to rub my clit for him, he smiled at me. 'Now, take that hand out.' I did as I was told, he looked at my two fingers with lustful eyes. He held my two fingers for a second before he put his mouth and tongue all over my fingers, licking and sucking onto my juices. I gasped and bit my lip as he did this. This is a major turn on for me. 'Oh wow,' he said as he took my fingers away, he maneuvered my legs so he could pull my thong off, he put it into his drawer. 'I need a souvenir, Lou. I really do. Those juices taste so divine. I've wanted you for so god damn long.' 'I've wanted you since I saw you in that interview room. You had on this black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. You looked over at me a few times but nothing seemed to register at that point. I really wanted to walk over to you and introduce myself but I was a little shy back then and I guess I still am but I wanted to make you feel comfortable, you know a massage anything for just a touch or a smell of you.' 'You should have come over. I'm sure I would have registered you more thoroughly knowing that you had given me a little massage to help my tension. Now then Miss. Little. Or are you married now?'He asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, showing off a bit of his 4 pack body. I smiled in response of his body, he smiled back at me. 'No I am not married.' 'Good because I wouldn't want to satisfy someone elses wife when I've been chasing her for such a long time now, can I?' 'You could do but that would be very unfair on your part.' 'It would baby, it would. Now you are going to sit in my chair.' He helped me up from the desk and pushed me back into his chair, he got down onto his knees and spread my legs open. He blew down onto my pussy and looked up at me. 'I've been wanting this beautiful pussy for so long, are you going to allow me to make it feel oh so good baby?' he said as he rubbed my clit with his right hand, middle finger. 'Mm hmm, please make me feel so good,' I replied. He smiled up at me, removing his finger and moving his face to my clit, licking it 3 times before stopping and putting a finger inside my slit. I gasped in his seat as he began to penetrate my pussy. He moaned quietly as he continued to lick on my clit, moving his tongue faster for a few seconds then slowing down, putting in another finger and started moving them in and out of my slit, making me hold onto the chair, my head falling back and my moaning getting louder. 'Gonna make the whole of the office jealous with your moans baby. Mm hmm. This pussy tastes better than I would have ever imagined.' He moved away from my pussy, standing up and removing his trousers showing me that his huge cock was bulging out of his boxers, I got down onto my knees in front of you, looking up into his eyes before he pulled his boxers down. I smiled at the size of it. 8-9 inches right in front of me. I kissed his balls before I slid my tongue up and down his shaft, looking up into his eyes. He smiled at me, running a hand through my hair. I sucked onto the tip of his cock, making him moan this time. I giggled up at him as I heard him moan. I love knowing that a guy is enjoying the blow job as much as I am. I licked and sucked onto his tip, trying to fit all of him inside my mouth which I could only carry 4-5 inches inside my tiny mouth. 'Don't worry baby. You're doing a fucking amazing job. Best blowjob I've had in years,' he said as he continued to rub my hair and my neck as I looked up at him, licking and sucking onto his cock, licking down to his balls. 'Get up Lou, get onto this desk for me,' he said as he backed away from me. I stood up and hiked my skirt up around my waist, settling onto the desk once again. He walked over to me, rubbing his cock, slapping it onto my clit, spitting down onto my clit, pushing his cock inside my tight pussy. I let out a little moan as he pushed all of his cock inside, he began pumping it in and out of my pussy. 'Ohhh fuck, baby. Mm hmm fuck this pussy harder,' I moaned as he began fucking my pussy with his monster tool. His balls began to slap against my big thighs as he plunged me harder and faster. He ripped the buttons of my blouse off, he had a huge smile on his face. 'Look at those beauties,' he said as one of his hand held onto my right tight and his other hand holding onto my left thigh. Our moans beginning to get louder as we both begin to reach our climax. He stops and pulls me to my feet, sitting down into his chair. 'Reverse cowgirl baby. I wanna see that juicy arse bouncing on my cock!' Didn't have to tell me twice, I positioned my pussy over his cock, facing the wall, I began pumping my pussy over his big cock, holding onto his desk for support as I continued to drill myself onto his cock. He spanked my arse 4 times before he rubbed my arse, making it jiggle. 'Oh fuck baby, cum for me baby, cum over this big cock, baby, baby, promise me you'll cum over it,' he moaned as I my thrusts went deeper and harder. This encouragement made my movement faster and a lot harder than before, making my pussy contract and begin to spasm all over his cock. 'OHHHH BABY I'M CUMMING FOR YOU. OH FUCK, YES BABY, CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR BIG COCK!' Just as I coming back from my ecstasy but not stopping my movement I felt Josh cumming inside me. 'OHHHH FUCK ME TOO BABY. OHHHHHHHHH.' I slid off of his cock and turned around to him. He smiled at me. 'Oh wow. Same time tomorrow?' he asked. Maybe. My Office Romance A meeting with the new boss, great. I hadn't met him yet so he called me away from my busy schedule just so I could meet with him. I hated meetings and was notorious for it, thinking they were usually a diversion from the task at hand. I walked down the hall toward his office, my face with an agitated grimace on it. Some of my co-workers caught on and began cracking jokes about it. "Mark Johnston," a sign on his office door proclaimed as I knocked. "Come in," a voice said, replying to my knock. "I'm Jim Drake," I said as I opened the door, "you wanted to see me." "Yes," he said rising to meet me, "I hate taking you away from your work, but I felt we had to meet." Mark stood up, revealing a 6'5" frame, athletic, fit. He was in his forties. He had slightly gray brown hair, blue eyes that had the look of ice. His smile was hypnotic, revealing a laid back demeanor that was disarming and inviting. "No problem," I said, "I just finished my last report for the day." He was hot, and I couldn't believe I was thinking that. I was straight, a man's man, I liked fucking chicks, but here I was thinking about what his cock looked like as we shook hands. His grip was strong. I also couldn't help notice he had a noticable impression around his crotch, his cock must be huge. We sat down in chairs, facing each other at an angle. My mind was still racing at this new development in my head. We talked about work goals, family and the like. Late in the conversation Mark reached over and grabbed my thigh. A bolt shot through me as he grasped. "I have a meeting to attend," Mark said, "It was good to meet you and I'm sure we'll get more time to get to know each other later." He left the room, leaving me with an erection and my mind wondering what was going on. Was I really attracted to this guy? It hadn't happened before. Why did he grab my thigh? I couldn't tell. Why the hell did I have a hard on? I left Mark's office and headed for the bathroom, trying to conceal my boner. I entered a stall and jerked off quickly to relieve the tension. While I washed up afterwards I looked in the mirror. My brown eyes, black hair and tanned face looking back at me. I was 35, 5'10", in pretty good shape. I was married with two kids, happily I might add. I left work for the weekend and coudn't stop thinking about Mark. His gaze was etched into my brain and the strength of his grasp wouldn't leave my mind. My wife gave me a blow job at one point and I kept fantasizing about Mark with his mouth locked around my cock. I was slightly freaked out. Monday came and I did my best to avoid Mark, but business intervened. Mark walked into my office late. His laid back style still intact. "Eric Sanders at corporate is pissed about some of the reports coming out of the group," he said. "Can't be mine," I replied. Mark smiled back at me. "You're a confident one," he said. "In this case, yes," I replied dryly. "You're right," Mark said, breaking the tension, "but we need to get these in order ASAP and I want you to handle it." "Why me?" I asked, somewhat peeved. "Because you're good at this," Mark replied, "and I need you to be my go to guy." "When do these need to be fixed?" I shot back. "Two days," he answered. "Damn, I hate working late," I added. Mark walked over and put both hands on my shoulders and looked me in his eyes. His grip was firm my heart rate shot up. I wished he would kiss me, and I couldn't believe I was thinking about it. "I'll make sure you get compensated for your hard work," Mark said reassuringly, "you're worth it." "I'll get on it," I said reluctantly. "Thanks," Mark said, "I knew I could count on you." He left the room, leaving me weak kneed and more confused than before. His small embrace weighed on me, I wanted him. I wanted know what it was like to have sex with him, I couldn't stop fantasizing. I jumped into my work, more to get my mind off of my homo-erotic fantasy than to actually get the work done. I worked well into the night, leaving about one in the morning, then returning at seven. I kept to myself into the next day and was close to finishing about an hour after quitting time when Mark walked in. "You hanging in OK?" he said. "Yeah, a bit tired," I replied, not looking up to see him. I felt his large hands on my shoulders as he gave me a massage. His powerful hands melting the tension away as they moved across my shoulders and down my back. It felt good and my cock rose to attention as my breathing became shallow and quick. I let out a soft moan. "You okay?" Mark asked, his hands continuing to rub me. "Yeah," I replied, "that feels good." "I'm glad you like it," he said softly, "some guys get nervous getting a back rub from another guy." "It's not normal," I replied, "but I can't argue with the feeling." "Good, I want you to feel comfortable around me," he said. "That's not a problem," I said. Mark stopped slowly and stepped back a bit. I turned around, not thinking about my hard on. Mark looked down at the bulge and then our eyes met. "I see you really are comfortable." he said with a slight tinge of sarcasm, "I'll let you get back to work." He left and I tried to get back to work. It was tough as I couldn't stop thinking about his massage. A half hour of work turned into five as I finally finished. I went home and couldn't sleep, the thought of Mark's hands rubbing something other than my back and soulders. I fucked my wife twice, hoping to get the tension released with no luck. I made it to the office the next morning with a tired look in my face. I was dragging a bit when Mark showed up. "Great work," Mark said excitedly, "I knew I could count on you." "Thanks," I said with a yawn. "You look tired," Mark said with concern. "I AM tired," I replied, "I was here until one the last two nights. "How about this," Mark said, "my apartment is in the building down the street." "And?" I said. "Go down there, take a nap," he said, "I'll come get you for lunch." I couldn't argue with a nap, so I agreed. His apartment was in and old building that had been renovated. It was now high end loft apartments that demanded a pretty penny in rent. It had two levels with the bedroom area upstairs. I dropped onto the couch and fell into a deep sleep. "Jim," I heard Mark's voice calling me out of my slumber, "lunchtime." Mark was looking me in the face and he couldn't have been more than six inches away. One hand was grasping my thigh, the other ran through my hair. I could feel my cock rising to meet the sudden sexual tension. I didn't know what to do. Should I make a move? Should I play it cool? I felt like a fucking schoolboy again as I was paralyzed by his hypnotic gaze. That's when he moved closer and began kissing me, my lips parting easily as he slowly slid his tongue in. I returned the kiss and we began kissing passionately. His hands feeling my entire body, rubbing and caressing me though my clothes. He stopped at my crotch and lightly stroked my bulging hard on. He slid his mouth down my neck, sucking and licking down as he unbuttoned my shirt. "I can't do this," I said, "I'm a married man." "You are doing this," Mark replied, "I know want this, I knew it from day one." "But..." I started saying before being cut off by another kiss. He kissed me even more passionately than before as he removed my shirt, exposing my fit, hairless chest. He kissed and licked his way down again, his hands moving to my pants. He stopped at my nipples and began licking and sucking them. I let out a gasp as he softly bit them while he undid my pants, his hand moving inside to touch my cock. He worked my nipples for a while longer and then moved down while he licked and sucked his way down to my crotch as he removed my pants, leaving me completely naked. He stood up, his gaze penetrating my eyes. Mark undressed, exposing his hairless chest and body and then his beautiful eight inch cock. I couldn't stop myself from reaching up and taking his marvelous rod in my hand, slowly stroking its length as he let out a soft moan of pleasure. I began lightly jerking him off as he began rocking back and forth on his feet while giving the occasional moan of delight. He stood me up and we kissed again as we embraced. The top of my cock was rubbing against the base of his shaft and his balls. He turned me around with my knees on the sofa and my arms draped over the back. Mark kissed, licked, and bit the back of my neck. I could feel the electricity shoot down my spine as he slowly worked down to the small of my back. His kiss and touch were overwhelming. I was panting and moaning, my body shaking with anticipation. He then began to turn his attention to my ass cheeks, licking and kissing them. He moved closer to my anus with each kiss and would lick away, careful not to move in too fast. He finally made it to the middle and slowly moved his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. I let out a loud groan as he spread my ass cheeks, exposing my ass cherry. He began to lick and kiss my asshole, slowly rimming between light penetrations with tongue. I gasped with excitement, this taboo was too much. A man was eating my ass like I would eat my wife's pussy. I was this man's date, his bitch. He continued for what seemed like forever. My body quaking with erotic energy, my lungs gasping for air. He slowly pulled away. I turned around facing him again. We gazed into each other's eyes for a minute, his eyes taking in the hunger of my stare. He knew he could do what he wished with me. I knelt infront of him, his cock staring me down. I began to lick his cock head while my hands rubbed his balls. Mark let out a moan as I inhaled his length and slowly began to pump his cock with my mouth. His musky scent driving me wild, driving me to suck his cock faster. I reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks, bringing him closer. Mark began returning my mouth strokes with light thrusts. He began rocking on his heels again and thrusting a little harder as I could tell he was getting close. With a loud grunt he siezed up as his cock began to twitch in my mouth and spurting his precious spunk into my mouth. The salty taste of him was exhilerating. I swallowed every drop as his cock twitch in my mouth depositing every drop he had. "Not bad for a first timer," He said, guiding me up to his mouth for another kiss. "Thanks," I said, "your cock is so nice." He led me up the stairs to his bed. He lay down as I moved in on top of him. We were kissing passionately again, our hands exploring our bodies. Mark found my ass and began rubbing my anus. I wanted more, I knew Mark would deliver as he applied some cool lube to my waiting asshole. Mark moved me up, most of my cock pressed against his stomach. He lifted me up slightly and delivered a small dollop of lube onto his stomach. He let me down and I felt the head of his cock pressing into my asshole. He slowly inserted the head, making me gasp and kiss him more deeply. He took his time inserting his length into me as we continued to kiss. My cock was rubbing into Mark's belly. He finally had penetrated to about six inches when he began a slow thrusting. I began to groan as my asshole clenched around his shaft. I felt every vein, bump, and ridge on that magnificent rod as he fucked me. His pace was picking up and I began moaning loudly with each thrust. We began to sweat heavily, coating our bodies in the salty sweat. He pressed down on my shoulders as he fucked harder, pushing our chests tight together. My cock was being squeezed between us, the lube allowing it to slide with ease. I was getting close. He kept fucking as I moaned louder as my cock began to convulse as I began to come, my cock letting out a few drops at time. Mark began to grunt as I felt his load splash against my insides. His cock twitched inside me as he finished his load. We continued to rub against one another until I finally finished coming, the hot, sticky liquid coating our bellies. I rolled off of Mark and onto my back. He rolled over and gave me a deep kiss. "I've never felt like that before," I said, "I never thought you would be that good." "You were not so bad either," he said while his hand ran up and down my cock. "Thanks," I replied, "shouldn't we get back to work?" "Lunch hour isn't over yet," Mark said as he kissed me again... My Office Romance A bit(!) far-fetched maybe, but just a gentle story of two people finding each other in strange circumstance ************ Hello, my name is Dave and I'd like to tell you about my office romance. I've talked with Megan and she says it's okay to relate the details of our relationship. It all started when I got a new job. I had been having some problems and needed some time alone to think, the post of temporary night supervisor became vacant and I applied. It was an easy job, collating reports and sending them on to the appropriate people for the next morning. Most of the time I was in the building on my own, but once a night the security guard came over and checked on me. We usually had our meal break at this point in the evening, but after that it was just me: Or so I thought. After about three weeks in the job I had settled into a routine. First thing was to complete all the reports. Sometimes this took an hour, sometimes as much as three hours. After this my time was pretty much my own unless an urgent job was e-mailed down from head office. After meeting with Mike the security guard, as long as my work was done, I used to check the open plan offices for him, making sure that this building at least was secure. As I said, I was three weeks into this routine when I met Megan. There had been little work to do on the computer, I had met with Mike and done my circuit of the building and now headed back to my part of the office. As I approached I could see that there was someone in the cubicle next to mine. A little surprised, I went over and challenged her. She looked around at me, but didn't seem startled. I asked if she was supposed to be here and she showed me her ID badge. Megan Collins was the name on it. I didn't recognise the name and I hadn't been told someone else was going to be working. (When I took the post they told me very occasionally a project might need to be finished but I would be told about it when required.) I was about to call Mike when she held out her hand and turned off the walkie-talkie. "Please don't." Was all she said. I sat down beside her and asked what she was doing here at this late hour. "Just checking on how my work is getting on." She replied. I didn't press her, I was suddenly aware of how pretty she was. Her long hair not really dark but definitely not blonde, her green eyes framed by thin glasses. I had the feeling that she wanted to talk, but I couldn't think of anything coherent to say; 'Have you been working here long?' was the best I could come up with. (Do you come here often? for the workplace.) "I started here about eight years ago." She replied. "I can't say that I've seen you before." "I've worked nights for a long time." This puzzled me, because, as I said, I thought I was the only one in the offices at night. "Would you like some coffee?" I asked, getting up and going to the coffee pot. "I'd love one." Her voice seemed to fade as I moved away, and when I turned around with two coffees' she had gone. I stood and looked around the deserted open plan office and she was nowhere to be seen, it was as if she had vanished into thin air. I called out, but there was no reply: Megan had gone. *** I didn't see her again for nearly a week. When I had left that morning I had checked the clock cards, but couldn't see her name. That didn't mean much as not everyone clocked in and out. I did a lot of work for the next couple of nights and in consequence didn't get to speak to Mike. When I finally got to speak to him, I had had two nights to realise how pretty Megan had been, but what he told me I could hardly believe. As soon as I asked if anyone else was supposed to be in the building he smiled and said: "You've met Megan then?" "Yes, she was very pretty, but seemed a little distracted, and then she disappeared." "Megan Collins was one of your predecessors. She vanished about eighteen months ago. They found her car in the river but not her body. Since then she appears every so often in the offices." "She's dead? A ghost?" I was astonished; she had seemed so solid. "Yeah. Scared everyone who worked the night shift afterwards." Mike paused. "She doesn't scare you?" He asked. "No, I don't think so. She seemed lonely, and I thought she wanted to ask me something." "Maybe she did. They say ghosts are spirits who can't rest until some task is finished. Perhaps she wants a hand?" He smiled. "Maybe." I looked at him. Either he was telling the truth about Megan, or he could make a fortune playing poker. "If I see her again I'll ask." "Just be careful. I found the guy before you gibbering under his desk. I don't think he's been out in the dark since." "She means no harm I'm sure." Mike got up and pointed to the radio as he left. "If you're wrong, call me." **** A couple of nights later, as I returned from my walk around the offices, I caught the hint of perfume in the air. I was a little puzzled until I recalled my first meeting with Megan; there had been a hint of perfume then too. Sure enough, she was sitting at the computer next to mine, staring at the screen. I walked up and sat next to her. "Hello Megan, I'm glad to see you again." She looked around at me disbelievingly. "I thought you'd have found out about me by now, Dave." "Oh, I have." "And it doesn't worry you?" "Not at all. I'm intrigued, and by more than one thing." "Now I'm intrigued. All right, ask me." She turned in the chair to face me. Again I was struck by her pretty face, glasses and all. "How real are you?" I asked. "Not 'What's it like being dead?' how disappointing!" She smiled, and then reached over and grasped my hand. "Real enough I suppose." Her hand felt warm, not cold like I was expecting, and solid too. "Ask me another." "Why are you here, Megan?" "You want me to go?" "NO! No. I just want to know what brings you back here." "I don't know actually." "I thought ghosts haunted because they needed to finish something." "Maybe they do, but I'm not exactly a ghost." I turned as I heard Mike enter the open plan office. When I turned back, she was gone again. Mike came over and saw the look on my face. "She was here again?" I nodded. "That's twice you've seen her. Nobody has seen her more than three times." I sat down distractedly. "Have you ever seen her?" I asked. "Me? No. Perhaps I'm not her type?" He laughed. "You could be right; I was talking to her when you opened the door. In between looking round she vanished." Mike hummed to himself. "Perhaps I represent something she resents and doesn't want to see." "What do you mean?" "Well, I suppose I represent the company." He slapped his head. "I know what it is! I was on duty the night she vanished; she feels I should have protected her." "But protect her from what? No one knows what happened to her." "That's not the point is it? I'm a security guard and she disappeared on my shift. I was the last one to see her." "Tell me what you remember." Mike sat down heavily, a look of sadness on his face. "She clocked in, like you do, I said 'Hi', she came up here and went to work." "How do you know that?" "I saw her on the cameras." He said, pointing to the CCTV. "But not what happened to her?" "No." He said, now hanging his head. "I saw her in here when I was doing my rounds, and gave her a wave. When I got back to my desk all the cameras were out, and the tapes were blank." "How long between..?" "About an hour, I wasn't rushing." "Anything else?" "Well, all the lights flickered about ten minutes before I got back." "Possibly that spooked her, she left in a hurry and crashed her car?" "I never got into my car." Megan's voice came from the computer speakers. "What!!?" Mike and I both said. "My car, I never got into it." She said, materialising beside us. "Hello Mike. Long time no see." Mike looked astonished. "How did it end up in the river then?" I asked. "Joy riders?" She said. Mike nodded. "It's possible." He said. "We were having some trouble with kids hanging around back then." He looked thoughtful, scratching his chin. "I could see what I can find out." He looked at Megan again. "I should have done it then, I'm sorry, but we all assumed..." He tailed off and then made for his office. "But what happened to you then?" I asked Megan, perplexed at why she let Mike go off on what was a wild goose chase. Megan sat down and pointed at another chair. I sat, letting her take her own time. It gave me another opportunity to look at her, taking in her business suit and the curve of her calf as she crossed her legs. "I was working on a project of my own that night, an A.I. program." "Artificial Intelligence?" She nodded. "It was pulling a lot of power from the mainframe, there was a power surge." "And that killed you? But what happened to the body?" "No. I told you I wasn't exactly a ghost." She paused, pursing her lips and steepling her fingers. "It absorbed me." "What!" I was shocked; it seemed impossible. "I was absorbed into the program. For the last 18 months I've been in the mainframe of the company computer." "How come no one has found the program?" "No one has looked for it. Like Mike, everyone assumed I was in the car when it went into the river. All the reports had gone through, so it looked as if I'd finished and gone home." "I need to think about this, Megan. I need to check if it's possible. I don't disbelieve you, but it's a lot to take in." She smiled benevolently, lighting up her face in a new way. "I knew you were the one to help me Dave. Call me when you're ready." "How?" "Just type my name into any document, I'll know." She shimmered in a disconcerting way and vanished. *** For the next week all my spare time was spent reading, looking at books, documents and scientific papers. They all seemed to confirm that A.I. was a distinct possibility, but almost no one had considered that a human could be absorbed into an A.I. program. The only one I found was a controversial paper that put forward the possibility of preserving some of the more powerful minds in the world in a similar way to what had happened to Megan. I also found out some things about Megan herself. She was a brilliant programmer who had left university after an argument with a professor to take up the post I now held. It seemed a comedown for someone with an obviously superb mind. I considered this and realised that the night supervisor post was perfect for her to continue her research. There was hardly anyone about, the computer was not being used, and with her skills she would have no problems keeping it quiet. I made my decision. Tonight I would see what she wanted. *** Mike had been and gone. His pursuit of what had happened to Megan's car seemed to bearing fruit, there being a couple of sightings of it when he knew she was still in the office. He was satisfied that a friend of his could get him some surveillance tapes from across the road that would confirm one way or another that it had been stolen. It was immaterial to me now, I believed Megan. I nervously typed her full name into a report. Nervous because I didn't know what she wanted me to do. I hoped that she didn't want me to erase her, because I had grown fond of her, possibly more than fond. As I pressed enter Megan materialised next to me, which was still a little scary. "Hello Dave." "Hello Megan." I stopped unsure about what to say. "Finished thinking then?" "Yes. I believe you." Again I faltered, but carried on. "I also looked you up, I hope you don't mind?" "No, it's nice to have someone interested in me again. What did you find?" "I found out that you were considered one of the finest programmers at your University, and gave it up to come here." She was about to speak. "I also worked out why Megan." "You seem to have been busy. Did you realise that this was what I was trying to achieve?" She waved her hand down her body. "Actually I hadn't, but it makes sense. You used yourself as a test subject." "Yes, typical mad scientist behaviour I suppose. I proved it will work, but I can't let anyone know." "Why?" "Too powerful a weapon in the wrong hands. I could destroy any computer system from within." "So you don't want me to tell the world?" "Heavens no! I don't want Mike to know if I can avoid it." "I think I can throw him off track. He's more interested in your car at the moment." I paused; this was the big question. "You don't want me to turn you off do you?" A hint of anxiety crept into my voice. "What? No, nothing sinister like that. I've just got bored. I want you to make some additions to my program, so that I can interface with other programs." She smiled at the worried look that was spreading over my face. "I'll tell you what to do." The look didn't leave my face. "You're worried about what programs aren't you?" I nodded. "Nothing sinister, or sexy. I just want to be able to change my clothes, my hair, girlie things that I miss." "I like you the way you are Meg!" I blurted out. She gave me a huge grin. "Why, thank you kind sir! That's the nicest thing I've ever had said to me, even before my experiment." She held out her hand to me. "Please Dave, two lines of code, I'll show you how and where." I looked into her pleading green eyes and melted. "All right, show me." *** The next few weeks passed quickly, Megan making sure she always appeared the same to Mike when the three of us met and talked. When Mike wasn't there she delighted in appearing in different outfits which I later found out were part of some mail order catalogues Internet ordering service. We sat and talked often. I learnt about what drove her to do what she had done, she learnt about the problems I'd been having which led me here. It was a wonderful time, only saddened by our parting when I had to leave for home. By now my short term contract was nearly up, and I knew I couldn't leave her, but I also knew they didn't want to renew my contract. I came up with an idea and hoped we could make it work between us. *** The night I put the idea to her she appeared in a St Trinians schoolgirl outfit. "Hey! Nothing sexy you said." I accused. She laughed. "A special treat for you." She became serious again. "Something has been worrying you, what is it?" "My contract is up in a week, and they want to employ some school leaver at half my wage." "Oh." "I can't leave you here Meg! I have an idea, but for it to work I'll need your help." "Depends on the idea." "It depends on a lot of things. For example, could your program be moved?" "To where?" "My computer at home." "Probably, the program itself isn't that big, just needs a lot of power, the materialization that is." "But is it possible?" She paused before answering. "Yes. We could trim some things I suppose, but what makes you think I want to leave here?" I sagged; I should have asked her first! She doesn't feel the same about me as I feel about her! Maybe she doesn't feel at all now she's a computer program. All these thoughts crashed into my head and I was about to turn away when I saw she was laughing. "Idiot! Of course I want to come with you." She wiped her eyes. "Now, this is what you'll need to do." She gave me a list of things to do and some equipment we'd need, like a huge external USB hard drive. I also bought a second computer, brand new, never used: pristine in other words. *** Tonight was the night. Not my last night, just in case the plan didn't work and I had to bring her back. Megan had told me what to trim from the program, and assured me she would still be the same. In fact with a few tweaks, she wouldn't use anywhere near as much power. I plugged in the USB hard drive, Megan giving me the administrative privileges that I needed. "Here goes then," I said, trying not to worry that I'd lose her. "Wait, just in case I'm wrong about this, and I'm not the same later, I want to tell you how I feel." "I think I know Megan, why else would you let me try this?" "Well, yes I suppose. Anyway, something else I've been thinking about. We could set up a business." "A business?" "Yes. Computer repairs, computer security, stuff like that. You be the front man, and I'd go in and tell you what was wrong and how to fix it. What do you think?" "Well, I was thinking something similar, but I thought we'd better leave it until we know whether it works or not. You might be a genius, but I'm not. I could have screwed something up." She took my hands, looking deep into my eyes. "You haven't. And I love you." "I love you too Meg. Shall we see if we did good?" "Yes. Do it." I nodded and began to download her program onto the external drive. *** I sat at my new computer and plugged in the external drive. Breathing a silent prayer of hope I pressed the 'Run Program'. The lights dimmed momentarily and then Megan appeared. She looked the same. I breathed out. She looked around the room. "This is nice, what about the rest of the house?" I laughed and hugged her. "Go and have a look." "In a minute. There's one thing I need to test." "What?" "This." She reached out and touched me on the cheek. "Great, I can still feel." She looked relieved. "What aren't you telling me?" I asked. "I wasn't sure trimming the program would work completely, I thought I would become a ghost." "So, how much can you feel?" "More to the point, how much can you?" She pulled me to her and kissed me, a long and deep kiss; our first proper kiss. "Oh, I think I can feel more than enough, Megan." *** As I write this, Megan is downstairs looking around the house. She said I ought to write it down as it was a story that needed telling, and now we had time to tell it. "Your typing is awful Dave." Megan says, leaning over my shoulder. "I thought you were looking over the house?" "I was, but I just thought of something else I'd like to try..." My Office Slut I don't know exactly what I expected to happen, but it was perfectly clear to me now that it would be impossible for me to focus on anything but her anytime I was in this room. To make matters worse, there she was, sitting right across from me. She had one long leg crossed over the other, swinging slightly, her high heel barely dangling as her eyes seemed intently focused on the webinar slides being shown on the projection screen. We weren't alone, far from it in fact, as other company vice presidents and department managers had filed into this the conference room to get in their required training before the year was out. I needed this training too, but it was impossible for me to pull my eyes away from her to look at the screen. I wasn't sure if anyone else was noticing my intense focus on her, but I couldn't contain it and I didn't really care. My mind undressed her, peeling off her tight black shirt and lacy bra to reveal her perfect breasts, each adorned with a perfectly-sized little brown nipple. Those nipples were made to be pressed into my chest, my palms, and between my lips. I looked up from her amazing display of cleavage just long enough to catch her catch me staring at her. She smiled and looked back at the screen. I traced her long legs in those tight black pants, thinking about the times I had been sitting back, loosening my tie, as she slowly slid them down over her thighs, revealing her tanned toned legs that always looked amazing wrapped around me. I picked up my phone and composed a text message, trying to hide it from anyone behind me in the room that might accidentally see. "I need to fuck you," it said, nothing more. I pressed send. Seconds later, she picked up her phone from her lap and looked at the screen, uncrossing and recrossing her legs as she did so. I had made her squirm, and that was my intent. By the end of this slide show I wanted her panties wet and her dirty mind focused solely on my cock. She typed out a reply message, not looking up at me, and then sat her phone back down on her lap. I picked up my phone. I had kept in on silent with the idea that I might be getting sext messages during this training, and I didn't want anyone but me and her to be be the wiser. I looked at the screen. "I'm ready. I can't stop thinking about your cock and how it feels in me. It's incredible." My mind instantly flashed back to the day it became abundantly clear that I was going to fuck her. We had flirted at work for months, with borderline comments and innocent touches when she came into my office to ask me a question or to ask me to review a file. At that point, I was still trying to convince myself that it shouldn't happen. I was married, she was living with someone, and we worked together every day. This was a complete and utter recipe for disaster I told myself again and again. But it was unavoidable. The sexual tension and attraction was impossibly strong and always there. It fully surfaced during a business trip that she took to Arizona. I was looking for an opportunity to be alone with her when this trip had come up. I tried to find a way to travel with her and help with the audit, but the client didn't want to send more than one person to such a small assignment. I told her the week before the trip that I had really wanted to go with her to help her out and make sure that everything was handled. The second night she was there, I was sitting a dinner with my wife when I got the first of what would be many inappropriate texts from her over the next year or so. Inappropriate texts that I welcomed, and returned in kind. "You promised to help," it said "and I really need some help handling some things here." I didn't understand it at first and was about to text her back when a picture suddenly popped up. I could tell right away what it was, but I clicked on picture and some of the most perfect tits I have every seen filled the screen. Her hand was cupping one, the other was sorely in need of mine. I was a little shocked and instantly hard. I couldn't believe I was staring at those breasts that I had been trying to visualize for so long under those tight shirts of hers. They were hypnotizing. "What's that?" my wife asked from across the table. "Oh just a work e-mail," I said, deleting the picture and shoving the phone back in my pocket. "You know how it is, someone always needs me." "I wish they would leave you alone, you deserve to at least eat dinner in peace." she smiled at me. I excused myself from the table shortly thereafter and replied to her text on the way to the restroom, "Fuck, I knew I should have found a way to come with you. You look so fucking hot." She immediately replied back, "Oh, you can still cum with me. I'm gonna cum for you really soon." I couldn't believe it. For the past few months I had not been able to think about much more than when and where I could fuck this incredibly sexy girl that I worked with every day and tonight she was telling me that she was going to cum. For me. I was finding it impossible to hide the growing erection in my pants. Fortunately for me it was cold outside and the sweater I was wearing was helping to hide my bulge. I had just settled down a little, getting ready to leave the restroom and rejoin my wife when another picture text came though. This time I saw her legs spread and her soaked fingers pulling apart the lips of the prettiest little pussy I had ever laid eyes on. I could tell by the way her fingers were glistening that she had just coated them with her cum. At that point I wanted to run back into the nearest stall and stroke my throbbing erection until I unloaded all over her pussy and all over my phone. Reason prevailed however. I couldn't ruin a new phone and I couldn't keep my wife waiting. Unfortunately for me, I'd have to wait to join her in cumming. A cough from behind me snapped me back to reality. I looked back down at my phone and the text, then back at her. She was looking at me again, first in my eyes to ensure I saw her, then slowly moving her eyes down to my crotch and subtly licking her lips. Fuck she was hot. "I'm going to fuck you," I typed "right here again, on this table." As I pressed send I was hoping that along with sending the text, my smart phone might read my thoughts and make everyone else in the room vanish. There should be an app for that. I needed it, I needed her immediately. I needed to close the door behind her just like the first time I called her to a meeting in this room. It had been in a training much like this one that I first noticed the vacant building across the street, the large blinds, the lock on the door, and the large wooden conference table that would look complete with her naked form splayed across it. I booked the room for a meeting the following week, and she was the only other invitee. I got there early and set up the computer to play an archived presentation and waited for her to walk through the door. When she did, I grabbed her around the waist, closing and locking the door behind her while I slid my other hand down the back of her pants and over her ass. I pressed my lips on hers. We didn't have much time, and I didn't want to waste any. She was on the same page and slid to her knees immediately, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants to release my rapidly hardening cock. It wasn't long before she had it out of my pants and in her hands and then between her full lips. I pulled her long black hair into a makeshift ponytail and held it tightly as I fucked her mouth. It was on fire and her lips felt incredible locked tightly on my cock. I could have easily cum just like that, but I wanted, no, I needed to be inside her. I pulled her up, sliding off her pants and her panties in one motion. She stepped back and removed them from her feet while I let my pants drop to the floor, my erection finally fully free and pulsing with anticipation to push into that hot little pussy. I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the conference room table, putting her legs up on my shoulders. I took my cock in my hand and smacked it against her wet pussy lips several times before running my head slowing up and down, teasing her. "Tell me you need this dick," I said to her. "I want to hear you say you need me to fuck you like a little slut right here in the office." "You know I fucking need it," she said, looking back up at me with her dark eyes full of lust, "I'm your slut and I need you to fuck me." I couldn't wait to push my cock back inside that pussy of hers. By that time, we had been fucking for months, and each time had been hotter than the last. She routinely covered me in her cum, having powerful orgasm after powerful orgasm on me, under me, and wrapped around me before I would empty my cum deep inside her. It was without question the best sex either of us had had in a very long time. I usually took her back to her place or to a hotel during lunch where we would fuck for an hour straight, but it had been a while and I had to be inside her, I couldn't wait. I grabbed her hands and pulled her towards me, impaling her on me after guiding my cock between her lips. This part felt so fucking good, every single time. The slow push inside her after not feeling her squeeze my cock for a week or more. I pulled back out of her slowly just so I could feel it all over again. I loved entering her. Her pussy was like a hot vice and it enveloped my cock perfectly. I couldn't imagine not being inside her, it consumed most of my thoughts. I leaned forward, my shoulders pushing her legs back and my cock pushing deep inside her as she looked up at me and smiled. This is what we had both needed and we were both at the point of desperation. Yes, it was crazy, and if we were caught we would both be immediately fired, no questions asked. At that point, it was clear that neither of us cared about anything else but me marking her with my cum right there in the conference room. I fucked her hard and fast, knowing that time was short and that the conference room was right next to the break room where loads of people would be congregating for their afternoon breaks relatively soon. As my thrusts grew stronger, the table begin to creak ever so slightly, and I grabbed and pressed down on it to keep it from making any loud sounds as I continued to fuck her hard. I felt my cum building inside my rock hard cock and knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I felt her pussy squeezing me, soaking me and I knew that the intensity of the moment had made her cum quickly too. I pushed deep inside her and grabbed her bouncing breasts and squeezed them hard as I dumped a huge load of my cum inside her. I kept pushing deeper inside her, wanting more and I kept cumming. I thought I was never going to stop, but I finally gave out just as she finished up a second orgasm on me. It felt incredible. I leaned over and kissed her before helping her up. We cleaned up and got dressed and left the conference room like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Just another day and another meeting. A meeting that would need to be placed on my calendar permanently from now on. "I want to thank each of you for your time and if you submitted a question look for it to be answered in the FAQs e-mailed later this week." The change to a new voice over the speakers brought me back to reality again just as the webinar was ending. My colleagues in the room were moving around, gather their things to leave the room. I couldn't. My mind had been focused on her and on me in her and the evidence was still straining tall against my suit pants. I sat there, pretending to take notes as everyone else got up to leave the room. She looked at me, smiling, as the last of our co-workers made it out the door. "Anything worth remembering?" she said, as I finally dropped the farce of making notes. "I was just thinking how perfect your ankles look wrapped in my hands." I looked at her, our eyes locked. It seems like time stopped and our we devoured each other without a single touch. It was clear we both wanted the same exact thing. Then she slowly stood up and walked over towards the door. We both had to get back to work. People would be missing us soon. I watched her ass the whole time, remembering how it looked in the mirror, how it felt on my hands those many times we had fucked over the past year. She was so fucking hot, I was going to have to fuck her again soon. It had been too long, and I was literally starving for her. I stood up to follow her out just as she closed the door and pushed the lock. "Where do you think you're going," she said, slipping out of her heels and then out of her pants. "I've been thinking about your cock inside me this whole damn training. I need it now." She walked over to me and loosened my tie, putting her arms around my neck, as she leaned in to kiss me. I picked her up, my hands wrapped under her thighs, her wrapping her legs around me. I walked her over to the conference table, sitting her on the edge again, just like before, lifting her shirt over her head and throwing it over in the corner of the room. I was fairly certain that there was another meeting I was late for, but at that moment I could have cared less. Nothing mattered excepting getting past her soaked panties and into my pussy. I moved her panties to the side pulled my pants down enough to pull out my already hard cock. "You've been a naughty little slut, teasing me all meeting with those legs of yours and that fucking cleavage. I'm gonna to fuck you like a little whore now, right here on this table. I know exactly what you need." I couldn't wait any longer, I had to claim her again and I shoved my cock deep in her pussy, hearing her moan and seeing her bite her lip as I reached my spot inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me into her as I leaned down and buried my face in her chest. I fucked her hard and fast and deep. There was no foreplay, no words, this time it was just about me owning my fucking pussy and knowing she was fucking loving it. She did, and she came all over me, soaking my cock, gripping it tightly from inside, just before I pulled her off the table and onto her knees. She took my cock in her mouth just as I began to fill it with cum. "Don't waste a drop good girl," I said, "you better swallow all that cum." And swallow it she did, and then cleaned me off completely, making sure to lick and suck off all her sweet cum before helping me to stuff my cock back into my pants. She pulled on her shirt and her pants and we straightened up just in time to get out of the room before the next meeting was scheduled there. We both walked out to the elevator to head back to our respective floors. "When's the next training," she said with a smile when the doors closed. "I don't know," I said, "but I'm not sure I can wait that long, boss." The doors opened and she stepped off the elevator, looking back and me and giving me a little wink before making her way back to her big corner office.