Chapter Four - “The Warm Up”
When the two felons were out of sight, Carlo said to Yevette angrily, “Couldn’t keep ya mouth shut could ya? Ya just had to piss her off!”
“Shut the fuck up, Carlo! I’m mad enough as it is!” replied Yevette. There was no way Yevette could reach the key with her hands cuffed to the headboard so she began bending her head forward in an attempt to pick it up with her mouth. She thought if she could get it in her mouth, she could fling the key close enough towards the headboard to be able to reach it with her hands.
As she tried, her ass rubbed the base of Carlo’s penis. Confused, he said to Yevette, “What the hell are ya doing?”
“I’m going to get that key and after I’m free, I’m going to kick that bitch’s ass from one end of this building to the other for her!” Yevette replied as she made another attempt to get the key with her mouth.
She immediately ran into two problems. The first was that she could not reach the key by just bending her head downward and the second was, each time she bent her head down her ass rotated just enough to cause her pussy to rub on the base of Carlo’s prick. As it did, the mouth of her pussy opened just enough to allow a generous amount of the still dripping downward KY personal lubricant to flow into her pussy. When after a few more attempts she began feeling a warm sensation inside her womanhood, she stopped what she was doing and looked over at the bottle laying on the other bed. ‘Oh fuck!’ she muttered to herself upon seeing the words on the bottle. They were “With gentle warming sensation for his and her pleasure”.
“What did you say? What’s wrong?” Carlo asked. He had just started enjoying the warm slippery feeling of her ass moving against his cock.
The warmth in her pussy was getting stronger with each second and she was becoming very wet. Yevette realized that not all of it was from the lubricant that was still seeping deeply into her pussy. Angry because her body was beginning to become excited, she replied, “This is not fucking working!”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Carlo asked earnestly.
Afraid of the consequences should he begin moving, she said to him curtly, “FUCK NO! Don’t move an inch! The last thing I want is your dick up my ass!”
Since the key was too far away to reach by just dropping her head, Yevette decided to push back a bit and lower her whole upper body in an attempt to get her head closer to the key. That also had unexpected results for when she did, her ass raised causing the underside of Carlo’s cock to slide down the mouth of her pussy until the base of his cock rested squarely on Yevette’s clit.
The sensation caused her to gasp at the sudden contact on her clit. Trying to ignore the pleasurable feeling that Carlo’s cock had just sent through her body, Yevette made several more unsuccessful attempts to get the key. While each attempt she made failed to retrieve the key, they did succeed in causing the inside of her pussy to become soaking wet. This time it was her own juices not the KY that was lubricating the base of Carlo’s cock.
While the KY seeping in it had warmed up her pussy, the repeated rubbing of his cock through her pussy lips and on her clit had her on fire. That same rubbing was having a similar sensation on Carlo giving him an almost overwhelming desire to bury his cock into her hot inviting pussy.
With his last ounce of self-restraint, Carlo said to Yevette, “Honey, that’s not working, either stop altogether or try something else before something bad happens.”
“I know what I’m doing, damn it!” Yevette snapped while trying to take her mind away from both her now hard nipples and Carlo’s equally stiff cock.
The funny thing is that her hard nipples gave her an idea. She decided to try and use her tits to push the key towards the headboard hoping that she may get it close enough to pick it up with her mouth. While she couldn’t reach the key with her breasts as the key was just too far back to reach it, she did manage to rub her sensitive nipples onto the mattress. The result was a very pleasant tingling sensation that she did not expect. Realizing that she would have to move further back if she were going to reach the key, Yevette, pushed back as hard as she could against Carlo before dropping her tits once again to the mattress and shoving forward as hard as she could.
As Yevette pushed back against Carlo, he was shoved off balance and only the chain around them kept him from falling backward. But, when Yevette started to move forward, her ass raised just enough to allow the head of his cock to fall right into the mouth of her pussy. Before he could say a word, she grabbed the headboard and pulled herself forward as hard as she could also pulling him toward her at the same time.
“FUCK!” she cried as she felt his cock being buried to the hilt into her hot wet pussy.
Chapter Five - “Bow Wow”
Her pussy spasming around his cock, Yevette yelled to Carlo, “GET OUT OF ME YOU PRICK!”
“Hey, ya did dis to yaself. I did what ya said and didn’t move an inch!” Carlo said defensively.
She yelled again at Carlo, “I DON’T CARE! GET IT OUT OF ME NOW, DAMN IT!”
“I don’t want to be here any more than ya do! Don’t take it out on me!” he replied.
Her pussy still spasming around his prick she screamed, “DON’T TAKE IT OUT ON YOU? YOU’VE GOT YOUR PRICK IN ME, ASSHOLE!”
He pulled back hard trying to extricate his cock from her causing all but the last two inches of his cock to leave her pussy. Unfortunately, the same chain that had pulled him forward into her, now pulled her backward onto him. This time his the head of his cock rubbed her G-spot, her now inflamed clit rode the underside of his cock as he was once again buried hilt deep in her. “OH FUCK!” they both exclaimed in unison as a wave of pleasure struck them both.
When she had regained her composure, Yevette yelled once more at Carlo, “STOP THAT YOU IDIOT!”
“FINE, HAVE AT IT! YA GOT US INTO DIS MESS; YA GONNA GIT US OUT OF DIS MESS! I’M TIRED OF YOUR ABUSE ANYWAY.” Carlo retorted and remained motionless.
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She knew she could have waited for it to go down of its own accord, but between the warming up she had gotten from the lubricant and the repeated rubbing of her pussy onto his cock that had resulted from her failed attempts to get the key, she was just too horny to care. While it wasn’t the way she had wanted it, it provided her the perfect excuse to do what she had always wanted to…fuck him!
While he desperately wanted her to fuck him, Carlo did not want it to be forced upon her.
Reluctantly, he said to her, “Ya don’t have to do dis, Yevette. We can wait. It will go down eventually.”
But she did not stop, she kept fucking him until finally he relented and soon they had developed the perfect rhythm and were moving in unison. It was like some erotic ballet for as he pulled back causing his prick to withdraw from her, she would push against him driving his cock hungrily back into her just as she felt tension on the chain about her waist.
Then as she would rock forward pulling her pussy partially off of his cock, he would drive his cock deeply back into her until he could go no further.
“YES!” she cried when the head of his cock began teasing her G-spot sending powerful jolts of pleasure through her body. With each impact it made, she was got closer to orgasm.
As the jolts got stronger with each penetration, she began driving herself back harder onto him. Each time she did so, she rubbed her clit against him.
The tingling in his cock was becoming almost unbearable and the pleasure almost too good. Just when he was on the very brink of orgasm, she suddenly drove herself on him and ground her pussy around his cock.
It was too much for him and he was sent instantly over the edge. He clinched the chain binding them together with both hands as he erupted into her filling her with his seed.
The sensation of his cock throbbing against her G-spot as he came was too much for her and suddenly her own orgasm came upon her like a tidal wave.
“FUCK ME!” she screamed as wave after wave of pleasure struck her body as she began writhing uncontrollably beneath him while her quivering pussy tried to totally devour his cock.
His orgasm finished, he looked away from her trying to think of something else lest his cock begin to grow anew and he said to her, “Yevette Honey, ya can stop now. It’s beginning to deflate.”
He had expected her to stop moving and allow his manhood to slide out of her pussy.
When she did not but instead continued rocking back and forth on rod, he said to her, “Yevette, did ya hear me? I said ya do not have to do dis anymore! Ya can stop now!”
But she was already on her way to her second orgasm and she confessed to him, “Yes, I heard you. But I don’t want to stop! I want you do fuck me. Do you understand? I want you right here, right now, so shut up and fuck me damn it!”
The feeling of her warm pussy massaging his penis prevented it from becoming flaccid.
After about a minute she had him once again fully erect.
She began driving herself onto his cock with complete abandonment in an attempt to reach her second orgasm. She became totally consumed in lust when his once more fully erect penis began rubbing her G-spot. Each movement she made seemed to caused it to penetrate even deeper than it had before.
No longer feeling the need to hold back, he looked down at her and the site of her naked body wantonly fucking him caused his cock to begin throbbing as it struck her G-spot. She was sent violently over the edge once more. She screamed out in ecstasy and her body froze momentarily as the shock of the first intense wave of this even more powerful orgasm hit her without warning.
Suddenly, like a mad woman out of control she began fucking him as though she were trying to use her pussy to suck the orgasm from him. When she did, his own orgasm came crashing upon him and he tried to hold her onto him once again erupted into her.
When the last waves of ecstasy had left them, he collapsed panting heavily upon her and she upon the bed.
After a few minutes, he began kissing her gently on her back. Finally he asked her in a soft tone, “Regret this happened?”
“No. I did at first, but not now. I’m actually glad it happened. We both would have waited for the other to make the first move had it not and that might have never happened.”
Then she added, “Do you?”
He was still kissing her when paused a second, then said, “Nope. By the way, before I forget, don’t let that picture get ya down, ya do look really sexy in it. Cept for the chains and handcuffs that is. Dat collar is kind of cute though on ya though.”
His cock had never fully deflated despite having cum twice and she could feel it beginning to grow once again inside of her. Laughing, she said to him, “Bow Wow”.
Playing along with her, he responded saying, “Ruff Ruff” and began moving his cock again slowly in and out of her pussy.
They were both still panting when the two robbers returned to find them still coupled together intimately.
Chapter Six - “No Complaints”
With a smile on her face, Ms. White bent forward and placed two keys in Yevette’s hand.
Yevette looked at it and asked, “What about that one?”
“Oh, you can forget about it. That one wouldn’t have worked anyway. I just put it there to keep you busy while we were gone. Have fun?” was the female felon’s response.
“WHY YOU DIRTY EVIL…” but then Yevette stopped herself in mid sentence and just said, “Yes!”
Surprised at Yevette’s candor, Ms. White turned to Carlo and asked, “How about you Lover boy? Any complaints?”
“No way! I’m not sleeping under the porch tonight!” he replied.
When they were free, Ms. White made Carlo and Yevette sit facing one another, had them wrap their arms around each other and handcuffed Carlo and Yevette into an embrace.
As the two bandits began walking away, she called over her shoulder to them, “Sorry about this, I hope you don’t loose your jobs over it. Ta Ta lovers!”
“Don’t worry about it!” Yevette yelled back. Then added, “I was planning on quiting anyway, I really hate this job. I think I’ll try programming again. Maybe I can get a job with some new startup game company. What about you, Carlo?”
The robbers were out of earshot when he responded to her, “Same here! I was thinking about quiting myself. I used to be a website designer before my old job got outsourced.”
Then he added, “Hey, ya wanna start a website?”
“What kind?” she asked.
Questioningly, he replied, “On-line adult games?”
“Cool!” she exclaimed.
Epilogue
Carlo loved holding Yevette in his arms. After they had sat in silence for a few minutes, he shocked her by saying, “Hey, ya want to move in with me? I’ll even make an honest woman out of ya?”
She looked him in the eyes and could tell he was serious. While it was not the most romantic proposal, it was heartfelt.
The word “YES!” had hardly been uttered by her when he pulled her to him tightly and kissed her more passionately than she had ever been kissed before. It was their first kiss and one neither of them would ever forget.
The End
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My Secretary
It was when I went for my final interview at Fleming Associates that I first noticed the unusual gender distribution at the firm.
The business has an outstanding reputation in the City as the pre-eminent yet by far the most expensive professional services boutique, employing twenty or so lawyers, accountants and other such consultants all practising at the more complicated and specialised end of the corporate finance market.
You don’t apply for a job at Fleming; you get invited for a meeting to explore potential mutually beneficial vocational opportunities. No-one really knows much about the firm, just that they are considered to the best and employees there are exceptionally well-paid.
So when I got a call from the Fleming’s Human Resources Director, a chap of whom I’d never heard called Matt McCallum, I was both flattered and astounded.
Of course I knew I was good. I’d always been the quiet bookish sort. I’d got through school with excellent grades and I’d studied Economics at university so I fell into the exciting world of accountancy without much deliberation.
Despite my slightly shy manner and somewhat subdued style, I rapidly began to outperform my peers and had quickly and consistently worked my way up the corporate finance ladder. When I was approached by Fleming I was working for a large German-Swiss merchant bank, already earning significantly more than I’d ever dreamed possible, but to be honest I was finding it relatively easy.
I met McCallum in a private room in a small yet impressively opulent hotel off the Strand. He was the kind of man whose personality immediately filled any room he was in but, despite the contrast in our styles, he obviously liked what he saw as he asked for another meeting, this time with the Managing Partner of the practice.
And it was when I went to Fleming’s offices in Holborn that I noticed that every, and I mean every, professional partner was a man. And that every assistant or secretary was an attractive woman. Although if I’d met any of them in a different context I wouldn’t have been surprised to have discovered they were glamour models.
I found the whole thing anachronistically sexist and it almost put me off the idea of working for Fleming. But the meeting with the man who ran the company changed my mind. Particularly when he outlined his offer of an implausibly high starting salary, bonus scheme and share allocation.
I went home that night to discuss it with my wife and we both agreed that I’d be mad not to take the opportunity. Even if I only worked there for a couple of years it would virtually provide financial security for life for both us and our three children.
So despite my disquiet at the chauvinistic setup at their offices, I called Matt the next day to accept their munificent offer. An enormous employment contract with pages of confidentiality clauses arrived by courier the same day and I duly signed and returned it.
On my first day, I arrived early and was shown up to my office by a typically stunning receptionist, a young redhead with terrific legs and an inviting swaying walk. She explained that my SW would be in at nine to go through my diary and induction plan.
When I asked what an SW was, she gave me a heart-stoppingly sweet smile and said that it would best that Karen herself explained her duties to me. But before I got to meet Karen, Matt found me and took me around the building to meet my peers and I didn’t get back to my office until gone ten.
I opened my office door, walked in and stopped to gasp. Bending over my desk in front of me was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. She was tall, taller than me - maybe 5'10", with long slender legs, a flawless bottom and shoulder-length honey-blond hair. She was wearing a very business-like white fitted blouse and a tight charcoal skirt cut on the bias to just above her bare knees.
As she stood up to face me, I saw she had amused sparkling green eyes, high angular cheekbones, a perfect heart-shaped face and a large high bosom.
I stood there open-mouthed at just how attractive she was, straight out of any number of my fantasies.
“Hi,” she said as she walked towards me with her hand outstretched. “I’m Karen Smith. You must be Kenneth Bowles. Very pleased to meet you.”
“I, erm, yes, hi,” I stuttered. I took a breath. “I am Kenneth. Sorry, I was just a bit startled. It’s good to meet you too.” Her handshake was firm and friendly.
“It’s OK. I don’t bite,” she laughed warmly. Her teeth were perfect and the two dimples that appeared on her cheeks when she smiled were altogether enchanting. “Unless you ask nicely,” she added impishly with a raised eyebrow.
I blushed and stuttered an inane response once more as I sat down at my desk. I think it’s more than fair to say that I wasn’t in any way used to attention from such a striking woman.
In fact my track record with women had been abysmal. At school and at university my lack of confidence and, let’s be honest, my lack of good looks and charisma, had meant that I’d had no luck with girls at all. In desperation, I’d lost my virginity to a prostitute at the age of 21 and I hadn’t had a proper girlfriend until a couple of years later when I met my, now, wife at work. She, like me, was a lovely person but not the most outgoing nor physically attractive. Having said that, she was a great catch for me considering I was short, overweight, balding and, if not wholly ugly, somewhat heavy-featured.
Karen and I sat down and chatted for a while about ourselves. I showed her a picture of my wife and children. She told me that she was 25 and that she’d been at Fleming for three years now. She told me about her flat in Bayswater and her artist boyfriend.
Actually talking to an intelligent and extraordinarily attractive young woman, made me desperately wish I wasn’t twenty years older than her and that I was taller, fitter and didn’t have such a beer belly.
“So, has Matt explained my duties to you as your SW?” Karen asked, jogging me from my daydream.
“Er, no. He just said you’d be looking after me and that I’d be very pleased with you. I’m guessing you’re my PA although I’m not sure what an SW is exactly,” I replied.
“Oh. Well, I guess I am partly your PA but I’m really a lot more. Of course I look after your diary, field your calls, sort out your travel, accommodation and all of your admin. But the idea is that I primary responsibility for satisfying all of your needs when you’re at work.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well I guess if I tell you that SW stands for Secretary-Whore you can probably work out what other little services I might provide for you.”
She said it so matter-of-factly that it took maybe ten seconds for me to actually understand what she meant.
“You mean, you, um, you…”
“Well there are rules. Basically I’m available between 9-5 to give you manual and oral relief whenever you want. In fact all the SWs in the building will give you manual if you ask politely but you should only expect oral from your own SW.”
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“But. I. Um. You don’t really mean…”
“Of course, if I or any other SW wants to do more for you then we can but we’ve got very strict personnel policies to ensure all employees are protected from bullying, harassment or coercion of any sort.”
“But why? Why would you do something like this? It’s, it’s dreadful,” I blustered. Although the bulge in my trousers under my desk perhaps contradicted my last statement somewhat.
“Really? Don’t you find me attractive? I can speak to HR about finding you another SW more to your taste if you like.”
“No! I mean, no. You’re absolutely stunning. You really are. I just don’t feel comfortable about taking advantage of a young woman in that way. It’s just wrong. I mean what does your boyfriend think?”
“Oh, I don’t tell him of course. He’d be very jealous if he knew.” Karen took a deep breath before continuing. “I honestly don’t mind giving a quick handjob or blowjob, you know. If I didn’t want to do it, I’d leave. Fleming want to ensure that the professional partners are completely relaxed and really well cared for. Let’s face it there’s nothing more distracting to a man than feeling horny and frustrated. This way you won’t ever worry about sex at work because you’ll feel satisfied all the time.”
In the face of her equanimity, her delightful thoughtful frown and her great big tits, my arguments sounded less and less sure. “But how can you demean yourself by, you know…”
“Sucking my manager’s cock?” she completed.
“Well, yes.”
“I can honestly say I don’t mind doing it all. And frankly, you know how well Fleming pay. I earn more money here than I had ever thought possible. And there are lots of other benefits. The people are nice. The job is interesting and varied. The hours are reasonable. So what if I have to give a little head to my boss? I can always brush my teeth afterwards.”
I didn’t know what to say. I had a raging erection under my desk. I wanted to believe what she was saying. But surely none of this was real. Was this some sort of weird test? Was Mike going to jump out and sack me if I did the wrong thing?
“Of course we could just have a normal manager-secretary relationship if you want but it seems a shame when I’m ready and willing to help you out. You do find me attractive don’t you?”
“Karen, it feels wrong to voice it out loud, but I can honestly say you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met. It’s just that I never ever thought that a woman like would ever want to have anything to do with a man like me. I just can’t believe this is real.”
Karen got up and walked towards the door. “Why don’t I show you how real I am,” she said as she locked it and made sure the blinds were fully closed.
I felt panic well inside as she walked seductively towards me.
“But, but I’m married,” I protested as I pushed my chair back from the desk.
She looked pointedly at the lump at my crotch causing my trousers to tent upwards. “Well, I suggest you don’t tell your wife. I’m pretty sure none of the other partners tell their wives about what their SWs do for them. It can be our secret,” she added as she knelt gracefully between my legs.
“Why don’t I start by using my hand, Kenneth, and then let’s just see how it goes.” She looked up at me with those big green eyes. My heart was pounding. I licked my lips and nodded at her.
She smiled generously before running both hands up legs, over my knees and up my thighs to cup my crotch delicately.
“Oh fuck,” I swore involuntarily.
She slid her right hand over my bulge to catch my zip and slowly pulled it down before sliding her hand into my fly. My erection flew out with only the tiniest tug from her hand.
“Oh, hello,” she breathed over my cock. “I’m going to getting to know you a lot better.”
Her hand was surprisingly cool as she gently clasped me around my shaft just below my knob. She pulled my balls out with her left hand before beginning to slowly skilfully wank me up and down.
I groaned in delight as she maintained eye contact with me while tossing me unhurriedly. It had been well over a week since I’d last had sex with my wife and I could already feel myself approaching orgasm.
“Oh,” she exclaimed charmingly as she saw my excitement. I noticed her lipstick was a chic pale pink. “I can see you’re very eager. Perhaps you’d like to come over my tits?”
“Oh, shit, yes,” I agreed.
She paused, knelt back and began to unbutton her blouse, still with that teasing smile on her lips. She pulled it off to reveal an elegant creamy full-cupped bra, the upper half made of floral lace. I could see the top part of her nipples through it.
“Oh, wow,” I moaned as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. She giggled as she allowed it to drop forward.
If I were a poet, I could probably write pages and pages about her breasts and still not do them real justice. They were utterly unimaginably perfect. Not only were they big, a lot bigger than a handful, but they were high and firm and yet somehow pert. The nipples were a little above centre, two chocolate-brown vertical ovals that looked small compared to the expanse of her creamy flawless bosom.
As she began to masturbate me steadily once more, she said, “You can touch them if you want.”
“Oh thank you,” I said with such earnest gratitude she laughed once more. I reached out to squeeze them, the first time I’d felt another woman’s breasts in the last twenty or so years. They were soft to the touch yet were as firm as I’d imagined. After feeling their weight and size, I gently pinched her nipples and they popped up to rigidity in seconds.
“That’s nice,” she encouraged.
I couldn’t believe how kindly she talking to me. She looked like she really wanted to make me happy.
And without a doubt she was. She read the signs of my imminent climax well as she carefully aimed me at first her left and then her right breast, coating them with both liberally with my jism.
“Hmmm,” she approved. “What a lot of spunk. I can tell I’m going to have a lot of fun with you! Here let me get you a tissue.
I watched in disbelief as she stood, sticky-breasted and topless, and reached across the desk for a tissue. Carefully, almost tenderly, she cleaned me off before putting my deflated cock away.
“Back in a sec,” she excused herself brightly before retiring to my office bathroom to wash herself.
She was away for a few minutes which gave me a chance to calm down. If her bra and blouse weren’t right there in front of me on my desk, I would have doubted my sanity.
She swayed back in sexily, making no effort to cover her staggering chest.
“Would like me to stay topless while we go through your diary for the week, Kenneth?” she asked. “Don’t worry no-one will disturb us when your office door is closed.”
“Oh, well, OK. Why not?” I agreed.
Once more she laughed musically. “You know I was really worried about you for a while. I honestly thought you might not want to get intimate with me. I wouldn’t have been able to show my face to the other girls if you’d rejected me.”
I couldn’t really believe what I was hearing. This stunning example of female perfection was sounding like she had been desperate to seduce me. Me? Was I dreaming all of this?
“Still that was fun wasn’t it, Kenneth?” she asked as she pulled her chair around to show me the printouts from my diary. I nodded dumbly.
For the next half an hour she talked me through who was in my induction plan, what they did and why they were important to me. She explained the company structure - twenty-three partners, all male, with an all female support staff, most of whom took the role of Secretary-Whores, with all other services outsourced.
I have to say she was excellent. If her bare breasts hadn’t been touching my arm as she summarised what and whom I needed to know, I would have just thought her to be an exceptionally competent PA, albeit a very very attractive one.
Of course I couldn’t help staring a little at her boobs. Had I really just come all over them?
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“You can still touch them you know. I think it’s understood that if I’ve got them out then you should be able to do what you want to them within reason.”
I jumped, slightly guilty at being caught but then realising she was more than happy with my ogling.
“OK,” I replied enthusiastically and I played with them as we finished our conversation. Without doubt, the best executive toys imaginable, I thought wryly as I tweaked her responsive nipples.
“Right, so you’re having lunch with Nathan Kareem whose office is next door. And then you’re spending an hour with him to understand his responsibilities. So that’s your diary done. You’ve got half an hour before lunch and I can see that playing with my tits has given you another hard-on so would you like me to give your cock a nice soothing suck?”
I had indeed managed to develop another erection - what man wouldn’t have done? Even so her directness startled me once more.
“Erm, OK,” I managed to squeak. “I mean, yes please,” I repeated slightly more manfully.
“Would you like me to take my skirt off too?” Karen asked cheerily.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I replied losing my cool once more.
Her legs were as faultless as her breasts, long and tapering, smooth and fit. As a short man, I was fascinated with just how absurdly long they were, even after she’d kicked off her heels.
She gave me a twirl to show me that she was wearing a cream g-string that matched her bra. “Do you like what you see?” she asked enticingly.
Her arse was perfectly peachy, symmetrical and taut.
“Oh, yeah,” I purred. I so wanted to touch and squeeze and fondle and caress her beautiful bottom.
Karen looked back over her shoulder and read my mind. “Go on,” she giggled.
It was as velvety as I’d imagined, her buttocks two flawless pillows with the string of her thong disappearing tantalisingly between them.
She turned back and knelt in front of me once more. Within seconds my hard cock was in her cool hand once more. I could feel her breath tickling the end of my knob as she spoke. “Would you like me to give it a kiss, Kenneth.”
“Oh, please, yes.” I was beyond the point of any thought of control. I’d forgotten I was married. I’d forgotten I was at work. I’d forgotten everything except that Karen’s moist pink lips were an inch from my cock, pursed in the promise of impending joy.
Her first kiss felt dry and slightly sticky but it made my cock jerk powerfully in her hand. Her second kiss lingered slightly, teasingly, ending with a flick from her tongue on the very tip of my throbbing erection. Her third kiss slowly slid down over me as her mouth opened out until half my cock was firmly in her mouth.
Then she started to suck. I don’t mean a gentle slurping, I mean like she was trying to vacuum my cum out through suction alone. I groaned in bliss and she smiled up at me encouragingly around her mouthful of cock.
She then proceeded to give me the best blowjob I had ever had by some considerable margin. She planted tiny kisses up and down by dick. She flicked her tongue across my balls and up my shaft. She bobbed her head pneumatically up and down, swallowing me with casual ease. She worked my erection like it was the centre of her existence and that there was nothing more that she wanted in her life than to please me using her tongue and mouth.
I’m not sure how long it lasted because I lost all sense of time. I just knew that this was the single greatest experience I had ever had.
I warned her I was about to come and, instead of pulling away as my wife did at this stage when she gave me the rare blowjob, Karen kindly stuck out her tongue and tossed me until I had covered it with creamy jism. She then sat back on her haunches and noisily swallowed.
“Oh fuck,” I said lost in wonder at the realisation of this fantasy.
Karen laughed. “Well, maybe later! Did you enjoy that, Kenneth?”
“Oh, shit, yes. That was just amazing. I mean I’ve never, ever…” I ground to a halt not knowing how to articulate how I felt.
“Aren’t you pleased you said yes? Do I give good head, Kenneth?”
“Oh yes, Karen. That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
“Good. Right, you’ve got a lunch meeting with Nathan know. I’ve booked a table in the Executive Dining Room. I’ll come with you to introduce you and to make sure you’re comfortable.”
The Executive Dining Room was as grand as it sounded, a dozen tables covered in crisp white linen with opulent oak chairs and a small staff of, as I’m sure you can guess, beautiful young waitresses.
Nathan was an enormous man. He didn’t stand as we shook hands so I couldn’t judge his height but he gave an impression of tallness. What I could definitely see though was how wide he was, fat to the point of obesity.
His voice was also huge. He boomed out a welcome causing the other two diners in the room to smile wryly and indulgently, obviously used to his ebullience. The more I met Fleming’s people the more it felt like a close-knit family.
“Sit down, sit down,” Nathan roared in an Oxbridge-coloured Middle-Eastern accent. “Welcome to Fleming, Kenneth. And hello to you, Karen, my little flower. How are you?”
Karen grinned back at him which sent a twinge of unjustifiable envy through me. “I’m fine Nathan, thanks. I’ll leave you to it, unless there’s anything you want, Kenneth?”
“No, that’s great Karen. I’ll see you later.”
Nathan watched her arse admiringly as she swayed out of the room back in the direction of my office.
“A fine woman! You are a very lucky man. She was my SW for two weeks until my own dear Josie was recruited,” he whispered loudly.
“Oh, of course. I hadn’t really thought that she might, you know, with other men.”
I must have sounded a little despondent because he immediately replied, “You mustn’t get jealous! The SWs are professionals, one and all. In fact I insist that you spend time with my Josie. She’s a truly wonderful cock-sucker!” He nodded significantly down under the table.
“Erm, right, OK. But surely I can’t insist on her, um, well doing that for me.”
“Ah but my Josie is a very generous woman, aren’t you dear?”
In reply I heard a muffled assent from below the table.
“Oh my god, is she…” I nodded to his lap.
Nathan nodded serenely. “And unless I’ve misunderstood she would happy to meet up with you later to welcome you to Fleming more warmly.”
He paused before adding, “Yes, she’s nodding.”
And so I had an excellent and informative lunch chatting to Nathan about the company, the clients and the culture while his secretary fellated him unseen under our dining table.
In the end I left without meeting Josie as I had to get to another meeting while Nathan finished his coffee.
My meetings that afternoon were useful but hardly noteworthy. I got back to my office around 4pm, looking forward to seeing Karen.
“Hi, Kenneth. How’s your afternoon been?”
“Great thanks; I’m starting to begin to understand how things work around here. I’m looking forward to getting out to see some clients tomorrow though.”
“Yes, I’ve got us down to see two different ones, both in the City. I’ve got cars booked and I’ll come with you to both.”
“Oh, that’s great.”
“How was your meeting with Nathan?”
“Again, really interesting. It was a bit weird as his secretary was under the table, um…”
“Sucking him off?” Karen finished matter-of-factly. “Josie’s a naughty little slapper,” she added fondly. “Did Nathan offer you her services?”
“Oh, yes, well, yes, he did,” I mumbled embarrassedly.
Karen laughed, “Don’t worry! She absolutely loves giving head. And she’s really good at it too. You’ll enjoy it.”
I paused while I considered how to articulate my next statement.
“Erm, Karen…” I began.
“Yes, Kenneth,” she smiled back at me knowingly,
“Um, well, I was just wondering, if you wouldn’t mind, um, er, before you left for the evening, you know…”
“Would you like me to suck you off again, Kenneth?”
“Yes,” I whispered, aghast at my forwardness.
“Really, there’s no need to be so shy! I said earlier that I want to satisfy you with my mouth any time you need it and I meant it.”
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Within seconds, Karen has stripped down to her skimpy g-string and was on her knees in front of me sucking languorously on my straining erection. She took her time, lazily sucking each of my testicles and slowly, inch by inch, swallowing my cock until her face was buried in my pubes. She held the head of my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, whilst gradually increasing the suction. And then she did it all over again and again.
Having already come twice that day, I was able to keep going without fear that the experience would end too quickly. I lost myself in those laughing emerald eyes, as I enthusiastically fondled her large creamy tits and gently pinched her pretty brown nipples.
After a good twenty minutes of utter joy, she pulled her head off my cock with a popping sound and gave it a few playful licks.
“Kenneth?”
“Yes, Karen,” I replied enraptured by her beauty.
“I know this might be a bit forward, but I’m feeling a bit horny myself. Do you fancy a bit of a fuck?”
“What, with me?” I asked stupidly, amazed that this beauty would want to actually take things a step further to full sex.
Laughing affectionately, she nodded, “Yes, with you! Don’t sound so surprised. I might just be giving you a blowjob but I do get aroused myself now and again. And my boyfriend’s out tonight so it would just be me and my vibrator which can be a little dull. And here you are with a stiff cock and nowhere to put it…”
She swiped her tongue around me for a few seconds before continuing, “And anyway, we’re going to working together closely and it would just be a nice way of bonding as a team.”
“A kind of team-building event?” I smiled.
“That’s right,” she said with a giggle. “Well do you want to fuck me or not?”
There really wasn’t much of a decision to make. In response I pulled her to her feet so that her crotch was level with my face. There was small yet distinct dark patch on her thong where she had got damp.
I peeled her g-string down to reveal a tiny trimmed thatch of dirty-blonde hair. She sat back on the desk with a moan and opened her long lithe legs.
Her lips were pink, pouting and perfect, a delicate treasure hiding between her creamy thighs. Without thinking or asking, I leant forward and licked up and down her pussy, savouring the heady taste and smell of her delicious sex.
“Oh, Kenneth!” she exclaimed. “You dirty bastard! I bet you can’t believe you’re licking my cunt!”
After a few more minutes of the most delightful groans and grunts and several more interesting obscenities, Karen pulled my head back and slipped off the desk and straight into my lap, one leg on each side of me. My cock slid into her pussy smoothly until I was buried in her to the hilt.
Looking me in the eye she began to grind her hips back and forth, her pussy muscles rippling impossibly around my dick.
“That’s right, fuck my pretty pussy with that dirty ugly cock. I can’t believe I’ve let you invade my most secret special place!” she screamed out an orgasm as I bent to suck hard on her nipples.
I was amazed at her fitness as she slid up and down my cock, coming countless times until I couldn’t hold back any further.
“Oh fuck, Karen, I’m coming!” I shouted spurting my third load of the day deep into her pussy.
She collapsed on my shoulder and I held her tenderly, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin and the fresh smell of her hair, my cock still wedged inside her.
Eventually she looked up and she kissed me for the first time. “Thanks, I really needed that,” she breathed.
“No really, I can honestly say that I’m very happy to have done you a favour!”
She laughed before pulling me to the bathroom where we freshened up.
Once we were back in the office she was all business again, as if nothing had just happened.
“Right, so tomorrow there’ll be a car here for us at 09:00. I’ve got the client files here for you to read tonight. And I’ll book Josie in to see you the day after tomorrow – I think Nathan’s out all day anyway so you might as well try out her mouth. You never know, maybe we could both do you at the same time.”
“Oh, OK,” I said weakly, once more amazed at her forthrightness although part of me was amazed that I was amazed.
She continued without missing a beat, “And I’ll suck you off in the car in the morning so you’ll be fighting fit and raring to go by the time you get to the client’s office. Right, Kenneth, if that’s all, I’m going to get going now.”
“Yes, thanks,” I started before clearing my throat. “I mean, thanks. This has been a fantastic day. Thank you very much, Karen.”
She smiled, “My pleasure! And welcome to Fleming! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
I couldn’t help but watch her wonderful arse swaying out of the door; she looked back as she left and gave me a knowing wink.
If I’d had any doubt that coming to work at Fleming was the right thing to do, Karen had completely dispelled it.
I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
The End
Locked Out
I had always been attracted to older women. As an elementary student I had crushes on my teachers. In high school I lusted after my girlfriends’ mothers; fantasizing about them while I was screwing their daughters. In college I hounded, but never caught, my older professors. I regularly bought the various “Over 50” magazines and jerked off to episodes of “The Golden Girls.”
I never had the guts to ask an older woman out. I guess I was hoping that, sooner or later, it would just happen like the stories in the granny porn mags.
Luckily for me, it finally did …
I had taken the day off to run some errands and was returning to my apartment around lunch time. I came bounding up the stairs to find Mrs. Cotter, my neighbor, sitting dejectedly on the metal firebox bolted to the floor of our shared landing.
Mrs. Cotter was 50-something (to my 32) and totally unaware that I often daydreamed about her. She wasn’t attractive in a traditional sense, but she wasn’t ugly either. She was pleasing plump with wide shoulders, thick legs and full breasts. Her hair was a short, white-blonde and she was rarely seen without heavy blue eye-shadow, even though the 80’s were long gone.
She was squatting on the metal box wearing a colorful silk robe. Being on the lower steps gave me a wonderful, if fleeting, view up and into her belted robe as she stood up. It was painfully clear she had nothing on beneath it.
“Oh, thank goodness,” she said, “I’m so glad you’re home.”
“What’s the matter?” I asked arriving at the landing beside her.
“I’ve locked myself out,” she told me, “Trying to get my darn cat. She didn’t want to take her medicine.”
“Where’s your cat now?” I asked, unlocking my door and trying to peek into her robe unnoticed. The soft dark beginnings of her cleavage were barely visible.
“In my apartment,” she said, “The inconsiderate beastie. Can I use your phone?”
“Of course,” I said, ushering her in with a wave. I watched happily as her butt jiggled beneath the smooth material. She pulled it closed more tightly as if she could feel my eyes on her.
“Is your sliding glass door open?” I asked, looking out at our connected balconies with only a metal railing dividing them.
“It might be,” she said, brightening, “Can you get to it?”
“No problem,” I assured her, stepping out onto the balcony. I landed on her side with a thump and tried the sliding door. It was locked.
“Locked,” I hollered, “I’ll try the windows.”
Pulling a patio chair over, I tried both windows and was happy to find the far one unlocked. I pushed it open and leaned in to determine the likelihood of my being able to get completely in. It would work, so I dropped down and stepped back to my half of the balcony.
Looking into my apartment I saw Mrs. Cotter sitting on my couch flipping rapidly through a magazine. My face went red! I had left some granny porn on the table and she had found it. My cock jumped involuntarily.
I made some noise before saying, “Your window is unlocked.”
She quickly discarded the magazine and stood up as I came in. Her nipples were pushing at her robe as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Great,” she said huskily and maybe a little flushed, “I really appreciate this.”
I returned to her window and pulled myself in. After a few awkward moments I found myself sprawled on her firm bed. Her room was pure feminine – pink and lacey to a fault. It smelled heavenly and I was lying in a pile of freshly washed and folded lingerie. My fall had knocked it about and I tried to straighten it a bit, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton.
“Meet me at the door,” I hollered, leaning out the window.
I made my way through her apartment; it was exactly as you would imagine it would be – frilly and softly lit. There were pictures of her kids – all grown – scattered decoratively about and little knick-knacks everywhere.
Mrs. Cotter had long been divorced and, to my knowledge, had no suitors. She seemed perfectly content living here with her cat. I arrived at the door and turned the deadbolt.
Her robe wasn’t as snuggly wrapped when I opened the door.
“Thank y-” she started, before bending quickly, “Oh, no you don’t!”
Her cat had bolted past me in a valiant escape attempt; I hadn’t even seen it coming. Mrs. Cotter, however, moved rapidly to intercept the feeling feline. She lunged to her right, blocking the cat’s exit. It darted back into the apartment and Mrs. Cotter followed it.
“Come here!” she snapped as she and it jumped around the room. All the activity had pulled her belt lose and her robe hung open revealing her pale nakedness.
I stared in open amazement as her breasts flopped crazily while she chased her cat.
“Close the door!” she barked and I let it swing shut. “Help me get her!”
I joined the chase and, between the two of us, we easily cornered the panting pussy. I gently picked it up and stroked its soft fur.
Mrs. Cotter, her robe hanging open, reached for her cat. She pulled it to her chest and for the briefest instant, my hands touched her warm skin.
“Thank you,” she said, holding her cat against her bare chest. “Thank you for unlocking my door and thank you for catching my Piper.”
“You’re very welcome,” I replied, trying to appear casual as I gaped at her nude form. Reluctantly, I turned to the door.
“Oh,” she continued, “And thank you for the enlightening reading material.”
I stopped in my tracks; I could feel my face turning red.
“I didn’t even know they made magazines like that,” she told me, her cat still hiding her chest. “And I certainly didn’t know you were interested in older ladies.”
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