A Day at the Office
Its early morning, a sunny Wednesday and youre sitting
at your desk reading your email. Nothing special, just
the usual mundane work related stuff. You're about to turn
your attention to other matters when a new message arrives.
Its from me. You open it quickly to read the simple message:
Were you planning to work late and review that document
with me this evening? An innocuous enough request to the
casual observer. Any of the companys Email Administrators
intercepting and reading the message wouldnt look at
it twice. Yet your pulse quickens and you feel momentarily
flushed as you pause a moment to consider your reply. In
your mind you reflect back on some of our recent working
sessions. Sometimes its on a blanket under a tree in that
little park no one seems to frequent but us. Sometimes if
its raining or too cold to sit outside, its in my car, back
on that power line like a couple of school kids. And yes,
sometimes, sometimes its my office right down the hall.
We had been intimate for about a year now and it just kept
getting better. It wasnt so much what I did between your
legs (although there were no problems there) but what I
did between your ears that made seeing me worth your while.
More than in your pants, I was in your head. I knew what you
liked. I knew where your buttons were and I loved pushing
them as often as possible: on the phone, in email, in the
flesh. A sly smile crosses your face, and you wonder if anyone
ever notices that you often returned from lunch flushed,
famished and a just a little bit disheveled.
You were about to type a quick affirmative reply when it
seemed silly not to stroll the short distance down the hall
and say good morning in person. You stood and straightened
your mid-length gray skirt. You wore a white button down
shirt with some lace up the front, covered by a matching
gray jacket and a pair of unassuming black heels. To the
uninitiated passing you in the hall you looked very professional.
Someone might even describe you as prudish. That person
would be a fool. I knew better. As soon as you walked through
my office door I knew that beneath that prim and proper exterior
I would find a garden of erotic delights: lacey bra and matching
panties, thigh high stockings with garter belt. But I realized
long ago that it was the woman, not the clothing that really
turned me on. You were the cake, the cloths were just the
icing. The vibes between us flowed both ways. You also knew
what I liked and strove to please me. There was a synchronicity
between us; a compatibility; a meeting of the minds as it
were.
You strolled into my office using that sexy, feminine style
of yours to maximum effect and immediately made yourself
at home in the guest chair next to my desk. We chatted amicably,
discussed our current projects, the weather, little things,
while we gazed into each other eyes and lustful scenarios
played themselves out in our minds. After a moment you said
you felt warm, leaned slightly forward in your chair and
locking eyes with me, slowly took your jacket off and folded
it in your lap. Only a sensuous woman like you could turn
such a simple act into such a provocative little exercise.
I didnt even try to hide the fact that watching you move,
revealing yourself to me just a little, turned me on. It
was difficult not to touch you or at least take your hand.
I wanted to pull you in my lap and hold you, run my hands up
your thigh under your skirt and kiss you passionately.
The air between us was so charged that I was certain sparks
would fly if our hands strayed too close. But we managed
to keep up appearances and maintain our professional demeanor.
Why dont we get together for lunch this afternoon? you
asked.
I had been expecting the question; was counting on it actually,
and I was pleased with myself that I knew you well enough
to predict it. I answered you with another question. Why
dont we take a little stroll down to the cafeteria and grab
a cup of tea? You agreed. We stood and began walking towards
the door. I was at your left shoulder a foot or so behind you.
You were still chatting; about to step out into the hallway
when your head jerked backward stopping you short and your
words caught in your throat with a surprised gasp. I had
grabbed your pretty hair at the nape of your neck with my
right hand, pulling you back into me. At the same time I swept
the door closed in front of you with my other hand. It had
no sooner slammed shut than I pushed you forward against
the door. You instinctively threw up your hands to protect
yourself, and before you knew what was happening you were
splayed awkwardly against its smooth surface as one about
to be arrested. You felt me release your hair for an instant,
and although you didnt see it, there was no mistaking the
sound of the doors dead bolt being slammed home. Momentarily
stunned, you simply leaned against the door panting, feeling
the coolness of the wood against your cheek, not daring
to struggle or call out. I returned my right hand to your
hair as my left hand wrapped around your waste. Placing
my right leg between yours, I forced your legs as far apart
as your skirt allowed and slowly began exploring with my
free hand, pulling your blouse free in the front and placing
my hand on the soft flesh of your belly. I gently but firmly
pulled your head away from the door by your hair so I could
whisper in your ear. Whats the matter you horny little
slut? Can't you wait till after work? Your mind was racing
as my hand began tracing ever-larger circles on the skin
of your stomach, tickling, teasing, exploring until my
fingers were brushing lightly across the top of your panties
and your rapidly hardening nipples beneath your bra. Dont!
Stop! You Can't! Not here! you panted, as you tried to push
yourself away from the door and turn to face me. Shut up
and dont you move unless I tell you to you little whore!
I whispered in your ear as I forced your upper body back against
the door. Fortunately for you, I know just how to handle
little fuck toys like you!
This time as I pressed your upper body back against the door,
I pulled your hips away so that your pretty little ass was
sticking out, almost bending you in half at the waist. I
stood behind you and held you by your hips grinding my crotch
against your ass and there was no mistaking the hardness
there even through our cloths. I released your hips and
moved my hands back up under your pretty white blouse to
your luscious breasts, teasing your nipples through your
bra, gently tickling and pinching them to full hardness.
You were still in shock, not knowing what to say or do. What
if someone should knock or try to enter? The emotions swirled
inside you as your fears struggled with your desires. For
a brief moment it could have gone either way, but no one knocked
and no phone rang. Nothing disturbed the silence of the
office but the soft, breathy sighs I coaxed from your precious
lips with my roving fingers. Soon enough what little resistance
you would have managed to mount had evaporated the way it
always did in the face of my persistent persuasion. You
moaned softly as I pinched and twisted your nipples through
the silky fabric of your bra before finally reaching down
to undo the front clasp and taking your ample breasts in
my hands. For a while I caressed and teased you, relishing
the contrast of your rock hard nipples to the softness that
filled my hands as they pendulumed free in front of you.
I released your breasts, moved slightly to one side and
began moving my hands downward. In a slow, deliberate fashion;
almost daring you to stop me, I unbuckled your belt, unfastened
your skirt and allowed it to drop unceremoniously to the
floor. Now you stood before me in all your sensuous glory,
unmasked, exposed, your strait-laced costume stripped
away. I stood there a moment drinking in the vision of eroticism
before me: you leaning against the door, black stockings,
garter belt, white silk panties, heels, white dress shirt
falling about your waist. I slipped my finger into the top
of your stocking and gave a little tug, allowing the garter
belt to snap gently against your thigh. I straddled your
leg and ground my throbbing cock against your thigh. One
hand cupped your pretty, pantied ass while my other hand
grabbed the top of your panties in the front and gently pulled
them up tight against your pretty pussy. Free of the restriction
imposed by your skirt, I eased your legs wider and pressed
my assault with both hands. Staying outside of your panties
for the moment, I caressed your scrumptious cheeks and
gently teased your hot, tight little asshole with one hand,
while simultaneously caressing, tickling, teasing,
and massaging your pussy with the other. Despite your lingering
apprehension you began gasping and moaning and I felt the
increasing dampness of your panties as I did my best to coax
and breathy sighs from your lips. I enjoyed watching you
struggling to remain as silent as possible lest we be discovered.
After several minutes of this gentle teasing and tickling
I decided it was time to raise the intensity a notch or two.
You gasped involuntarily as I roughly yanked your panties
down as far as your spread legs would allow. You bit your
lip in desperation as I eased two fingers into your sopping
wet pussy while my thumb sought out your clit. I lubricated
the index finger of my other hand by dipping into your hot,
wet well and then gently but firmly eased its tip into your
tight little asshole.
The situation seemed so surreal, so dreamlike, that you
found yourself questioning reality over and over; was
this really happening? You came to rely more heavily on
the door for support as my fingers continued their relentless
assault from your clit to your ass. I reached up at pinched
your nipples hard between my thumb and index finger, pulling
and twisting until you were about to cry out in pain and pleasure.
You were on the verge of cumming, but I would not allow it.
Not yet! Once again with I unexpectedly changed tactics.
I moved behind you and gruffly pulled your panties all the
way off. I pulled your head back by your hair. Open your
mouth slut! My words were just a whisper in your ear but
there was no mistaking the authority with which they were
delivered. This had not been a request. You quickly obeyed
my command! I balled your panties before stuffing them
into your mouth. That should help to keep you a little quieter!
I said.
With your gag firmly in place I moved to sit against the door
in front of you. You looked down helplessly with your big,
doe like eyes as I grabbed your ass with both hands and pulled
your pussy into my face. I began kissing and gently biting
your upper thighs, licking the length of your labia and
sucking your inner lips until your hot, pretty, pussy had
bloomed like a beautiful flower. I began to concentrate
more on your clit with my moistened tongue, flicking it
rapidly or sucking it as I eased my two fingers back into
you, fucking your pussy hard. Your quivering, unsteady
legs told me you were teetering on the very edge of climax.
I simply inserted a finger fast and hard into your hot asshole
to push you over. You bit down hard on your makeshift gag,
trying vainly to stifle your moans of ecstasy, your knees
quaking visibly as the waves of pleasure washed over you!
Your orgasm left you panting and perspired, leaning feebly
against the door, looking as though a puff of wind might
knock you over. I stood and moved behind you. Your legs were
weak and you wanted to rest but I would not allow it. My turn!
The words were softly spoken yet contained an undercurrent
of menace as you heard me undo my belt and drop my pants to
the floor. You felt my hard cock pressed between your ass
cheeks as I rubbed it against your warm, tender flesh, teasing
myself to full hardness before easing my head into the hot
wet opening of your pussy. You resumed your deep muffled
moaning as I took you by the hips and pulled you backward,
impaling you on my stiff cock. I fucked you slowly at first,
then with increasing vigor. I held my own body still and
instead moved yours, holding you firmly by the hips and
drawing you backwards onto my swollen eager cock, burying
its full throbbing length in your accepting pussy over
and over again. I moved one hand around to tease your clit
as I fucked you mercilessly until I was on the verge of cumming.
Suddenly I stopped thrusting, slowly withdrawing my aching
cock from your pussy. I moved backward a foot or two, pulling
your hips towards me until you were bent in half from the
waist. Your upper body rested against the door on your forearms,
having long ago become too tired to support you at full length.
Your pretty face was flushed, your gorgeous hair disheveled
and your blouse was glued to your back with sweat. I placed
the head of my engorged dick at the opening of your back door,
held your hips firmly in place and began to push. You groaned
deeply through your gag as you felt your tight asshole being
stretched, involuntarily yielding as my cock forced its
way slowly but insistently into the hot little cave of your
ass. You felt like you were being impaled on a large wooden
steak as I continued to force my way inside of you; inch by
inch, all the way up; all the way in! I started slowly, allowing
you some time to adjust to the rude invasion between your
cheeks before beginning to thrust more vigorously. You
moved forward against the door; half of your own volition,
half pushed by my relentless thrusting, until you were
flat against it and standing nearly erect. I reached up
under your cloths and once again began to pull and pinch
your nipples while my other hand sought out your clit. The
moans of your second orgasm sent me over the edge as I convulsed,
shooting my hot sticky load deep into your ass.
We both rested against the door panting for a moment and
then stood silently. I removed your gag and helped you over
to my desk. I sat in my chair and pulled you into my lap to caress
you. I used some tissues from my desk to dab the perspiration
from your face and a towel from my gym bag to effect the more
pressing needs we both had. In no time we had dressed, replaced
a few stray hairs, and collected our wits. I carefully
opened my door, checked the hallway and we were on our way
for that cup of tea, no one the wiser for our little escapade!
Later that afternoon you were quietly working, your sore
bottom reminding you of my rude invasion as you sought a
more comfortable position. Suddenly another email arrives
from me. You open it quickly to read the simple message:
Were you planning to work late and review that document
with me this evening? You smile.
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