0 comments/ 37824 views/ 2 favorites Late For Work By: Eric623 Carpooling had worked out pretty well since your car broke down again. It's hardly out of my way to swing by your place, and I do enjoy chatting with you. Your companionship made the commute so pleasant. We'd developed a routine, I'd call you from the cell phone once I got on the road, you'd say "I'm running a little late, just let yourself in." Today was different; you never answered the phone. I let it ring seven or eight times too. For some reason traffic was lighter than usual, and every light was green, so I arrived at your place several minutes early. As usual, I rapped on the door a couple of times before letting myself in. "You ready?" I called out sitting down on the couch. No answer. I could hear the radio from the back of the house. No wonder you couldn't hear the phone ringing. After a while I wandered down the hallway, "Hey, we're going to be late." Still no answer. I could barely make out the sound of running water, in spite of the morning show on the radio. The door to the master bedroom was wide open. "You decent?" I called out. To this day I'm not sure if you heard me or not. I poked my head into the room and noticed the bathroom door was wide open. The back of your head was barely visible over the edge of the tub. Common sense told me to turn around, but my curiosity lead me to take another step or two into the bedroom. Now I could see one of your legs hanging over the edge of the tub. Another step closer, and the rest of you came into view. Your head was tilted back, your eyes closed and your mouth slightly open. You were holding a hand held shower massager between your legs. I could see water spraying as it pulsated against your flesh. You gently squeezed your nipple that formed a small island in the bath water with the other hand. I stood there in a trance, fixated on the water splashing over your open sex. Then you arched your back, raising your butt off the bottom of the tub, placing your pussy closer to the massage unit. Your entire body shuddered as the water sprayed over your clit. You eventually relaxed and lowered yourself back into the tub. I felt my heart pounding against my chest watching you. My cock pressed against the front of my trousers. I reached down and held it through the fabric. Again, you raised yourself up, and pointed the massager directly on your clit. I held my dick tightly and could feel the wetness from my pre-cum leaking onto my boxers. Your mouth opened, and your body shook for what seemed like an eternity. Somehow I managed to let go of my crotch long enough to undo my pants. The water splashed over your pussy, cascaded down your belly and lapped up in small waves against your breasts. There I stood, in the threshold of your bathroom door with my pants down around my ankles, staring at you, slowly rubbing pre-cum over the head of my penis. I could now hear you over the radio and running water. Each time you brought your pussy close to the pulsating water, you'd moan, "Oh yeah!, oh yeah! Oh yeah!" You relaxed for just a few seconds and thrust your pussy right back into the stream. The morning light sparked as the water sprayed over your sex. You cried out, "Yes!!!, Yes!!!, Yes!!!" and then collapsed in the tub, dropping the shower massager. You grabbed the edge of the tub, scooted back, and lowered your legs. You tilted your head back and took a deep breath. Then you saw me. As soon as our eyes met, I instinctively covered my erection with my hands and muttered, "Sorry." I could tell you were startled. I really expected you to start screaming or grab a towel and cover yourself, or something. My heart was in my throat waiting for the worst. Instead, in a shaky whisper, you smirked, "Now it's my turn to watch." My cock had softened to half-mast anticipating your worst reaction. I removed my socks and shoes and stepped out of my crumpled pants and boxers. I was shaking as I moved over to where you could see me and slowly resumed milking my dick. You raised your leg over the edge of the tub, offering me a clear view of your swollen pussy. Seeing you naked for the first time triggered the familiar twitch of my hardening cock. I had imagined what you might look like naked all this time, undressing you in my head. The reality far exceeded my wildest dreams. The bath water slowly lapped up against your nipples as you gently ran a finger along your slit. You then parted your pubic hairs, revealing your most intimate recesses. I swallowed hard, and resisted jacking off for all it was worth. This had to last a while; I had to savor this moment with you. "Slow down, take a deep breath," I kept telling myself. I noticed a bottle of lotion on the sink and pointed to it. You smiled and nodded OK as I reached for it. Without taking my eyes off you, I squirted some lotion on myself and resumed caressing my cock. While I slowly rubbed the lotion over the head of my penis, you started playing with your nipples. The remaining bathwater gently lapped up against your breasts, now swaying gently in the current. I formed a small circle with my thumb and forefinger and ever so slowly stroked from the tip of my cock down over the sensitive ridge and back up to the very top. Each time you squeezed your nipple, I felt my penis twitch. I had focused on the gentle waves of the water rolling against your chest and the way your pubic hair swayed in the water. I looked down, and saw you staring at my hand and my dick. Our eyes met, your lips relaxed into a smile, and then you licked them with the very tip of your tongue. It was like a bolt of electricity shot though my entire body right up the shaft of my cock. I started stroking the entire length using a loose grip. When my fingers reached the head of my penis on the upstroke, I added a little twist, for extra sensation. You never took your eyes off my dick. Try as I might to relax, the inevitable was drawing near. I stepped right up to the edge of the tub directly over you and gently cupped my balls. A few strokes later, every muscle in my body tensed up. "Ahhhhh!!!!!" My semen shot through the air in a graceful arch, landing on your breast. The next contraction brought a second stream that found your leg. Completely spent, and now shaking, I stepped back and leaned against the vanity. I watched in awe while you slowly rubbed the puddle of cum onto your nipples. You gathered my seed using your forefinger, and slowly spread it in a spiral over your areola. You concentrated so intently on the slick trail of semen. After several slow circles, you finally anointed the very tip of your hard nipple. Your lips relaxed, allowing a quiet cry of pleasure. By the time I stopped shaking, you had replaced the shower massage unit on its hook and started to draw the shower curtain. "You better jump in so we can clean up" I stepped into the shower while you adjusted the water. We lathered each other with soap, exploring every inch of our bodies without a word between us. We gazed into each other's souls while fingers glided over skin, probing deep recesses and discovering our most secret places. Finally the hot water ran out. We gently patted each other dry with your lavender towels. After we had worked our way down each other's bodies, blotting away the drops of water and then back up again, our eyes connected once again. The towels dropped to the floor and we took each other in our arms. At first your skin was damp and cool. I held you close to me, caressing the length of your back with my hands. With each passing moment your skin felt warmer and warmer. I let my hands wander down your back and held your butt. I squeezed each cheek and pulled you close to me. I could feel your heart pounding as you raised your hands up behind my head and looked into my eyes. Your skin felt so hot as you closed your eyes and kissed me. It seemed like we kissed for hours. Reluctantly, we tore ourselves away and just smiled at each other. You playfully touched the tip of my nose with your finger and broke the silence. "I guess we ought to call in sick, huh?" Late for Work It’s 7:00 a.m. and I am late for work as usual – I’m supposed to be there right about now. Rushing out the door, I am putting my helmet on as I throw my leg over the seat of my bike. With my helmet buckled, I turn the key and hit the starter and nothing. I double check; neutral, key turned all the way, but no dash lights. Our spare car has two severely dented rims and needs an alignment so bad it hasn’t been driven in weeks. I look at my watch and realize, three minutes to catch the bus. I pop the trunk of the car and throw my helmet in and rush off t the bus stop still wearing my riding cloths. The bus stop is two blocks from the house and I arrive as the bus pulls up to pick up another rider. I get a lot of stares from people as I enter the bus in my leather chaps and vest. I move to the rear of the bus and discretely remove my chaps as the bus pulls out and heads downtown. I call work on my cell and let them know what’s happened. About ten minutes later, I am catching another bus, followed by yet another bus to get to work at the early hour of 8:05. And to think it only takes me 3-5 minutes to drive to work, gotta love mass transit. As I stroll in, Sarah makes a comment about my broken bike. I said, “Yea, but I still look good in my leathers.” She chuckles and says, “I would love to see you without the jeans on, then I’ll be the judge.” And off to her cubicle she goes. I put my stuff down and flip on my computer. Too late for coffee, need to get to all of the work that’s piled up over the past few days. I send Sarah and e-mail telling her to be careful of what she asks for, because she just might like what she sees. She writes back, “Leather chaps and vest, thong underwear, ummmmm!” I’d eat you alive.” “So how did you like that new story?” I respond. “Oh God, I about creamed my panties on that one. You have a very vivid imagination,” she types. I told her how I was once a photo- and print journalist, and had lots of practice at making something sound really exciting. “Really exciting!,” she retorts, “between my legs is what’s really exciting.” It was time to see if she was serious. She says this a lot and it was time to call her bluff. “Have you ever fingered yourself at work?” “Are you kidding? You know I am a screamer. There is no way I could control myself,” she says. “You said you were wet, I was just wanting some proof.” “No way, I couldn’t,” Sarah writes. I quickly type, “You wouldn’t dare do it at work, or couldn’t!” “Are you daring me, please don’t dare me,” she pleads. Taking the bait, I respond, “I dare you, in fact, I double dare you.” “Be careful of what you ask, you may not like it,” comes the reply. I tell her, “I know what I am asking, and I’ll have to find out for myself.” Silence fell upon the office. A few minutes later, Sarah appears at my cubicle. I don’t turn around, not wanting to scare her or to appear eager. She stands at the back of my chair, leans forward brushing her tits against my neck and says, “Are you sure? Are you positively, 100% sure you want this?” as she reaches her left hand around to my mouth. Offering her middle finger, I swallow it whole and swirl my tongue around to collect all of the juices. Over the finger, under the finger, all around the finger tip, I sucked and sucked and sucked -- savoring every drop. Then she withdrew her hand and left as quietly as she arrived. A few seconds later, message appears on my screen, “Well?” “Not sure,” I say. “Don’t believe it was real juices.” “Then get over here and I’ll prove it to you,” she demands. I head over, no one around and she tells me lean get on my knees next to her as she is pulling her hand from underneath her short skirt. I look at her glistening finger and realize it was for real. She reaches for a tissue, but I stop her and again, thoroughly clean her finger. With a raging hard-on, I stand up, thank her and pretend we are discussing work as someone passes by. All the while, I have my jean encased cock rubbing her shoulder to show her my appreciation. I tell her thank you and return to my desk. I get a new e-mail, “I believe you know owe me something.” Well, what could I say. I had just sucked her pussy juices of her finger, not once, but twice and at work. “OK, what?” “Well, you’ve tasted me, and by the bulge you were rubbing on my arm, I’d say you need some relief,” she says. “And what do you have in mind? The sickroom is empty and there is a lock on the door,” I ask. She says, “Take that plastic bag in to the sick room and relieve yourself. I want you to deposit a load of cum into the bag and when you are done, bring it to me. You have five minutes!” Demanding isn’t she. I know there could be another reward in it for me, so I make hast and move to the sickroom. Closing the door, I quickly pull my throbbing cock out and give it a couple of slow strokes. Knowing time is short, I start jack hammering my fist, just as I am about to cum, I realize I forgot the baggie. It’s too late as I am beyond return. I unload into my cupped hand. Carefully, I re-zip my jeans and try not to loose any of my seed. I open the door, looking for anyone to catch me, and make a straight shot to Sarah’s desk. Offering my hand to her, I ask if this is what you were missing? Taking my wrist, she brings my hand to her mouth and draws her tongue across. She looks into my eyes and gives me the biggest smile and turns my hand over and drinks my cum. Then she licks and cleans the palm, which causes me to regain my erection. She’s all flustered and embarrassed as am I, and she says she has to leave before she rapes my. I tell her that I can’t call rape if I want it too, but I will cry sexual harassment if she doesn’t give me a ride home. I didn’t want to spend another hour on the damn bus any way. It was 3:00 p.m., and I needed out of here as well. Knowing it could prove dangerous, but who the hell cares, I asked if she could drop me off near my house. She made me promise to behave. “Me? Behave? Sure I will,” I assure her. Individually, so as not to draw attention, we let our teammates know we were leaving. Sarah had a sick child and I had a doctor’s appointment. I headed out the back toward the bus stop and Sarah out the front to her car. She picked my up a block away. I hope in to her SUV and we are off. I give her directions toward my house and she heads in the opposite direction. “I need to show you something first,” she says. “You aren’t going to take me into the woods and rape me are you?” I query. She laughs, “Not unless you are going to resist.” “Not much chance of that happening today,” I answer. “Good.” I re-assure her of my pure intentions, I reach over and begin caressing her thigh as she drives out to the country. At first she tightens her legs together, but my re-assurance relaxes her and she opens for me. “Focus on the road, and I’ll focus on you,” I say as I slip a finger past the hem and into your soaked pussy. She moans and slides down a bit in the seat as I insert yet another. She welcomes my orchestration as she begins to sing to the choir while I softly strum her clit. We were getting further out in the country when she decided it was time to pull over. Throw the gearshift into park, she grabbed my head and we locked into tongue fuck fest. Her tongue darting about, tangling with mine and we lost ourselves in lust. I pulled away from her and begged, “Please tell me you’re not teasing me.” She pulled my fingers from her succulent flesh and brought them to my mouth. “Taste me now and tell me I was fooling you earlier.” I devoured my fingers, and then kissed her again. “I want you so badly,” she cries. “I must feel you deep inside me, filling the emptiness which you have caused. Fulfill my desires, my lust, quench my thirst.” We were in the middle of the country, on a lonely stretch of road. I looked around and said, “Here and now!” “Yes! But I have one condition,” she declares. “You have to wear your leathers.” “What?” I said laughing so hard. “You’re kidding, right?” “My way or the highway, and I haven’t seen any other cars that could offer a ride home,” she said while pulling her skirt off revealing her red silk thongs contrasting against her milky white skin. Quick, think. I thought about this real fast, option 1; fuck her along the road in my chaps; or find another way home. Dumb question! I tore at my jeans, striped off my boxers and began putting on my open crotch and ass chaps. I know I had to look pretty ridiculous with my rock hard member sticking straight out from between the gap in the leather. Looking up, I said, “Is this what you want? Then come and get it.” Finishing removing her bra and now completely naked, she saunters over, reaches out and grabs my cock and pulls me close for another tongue lashing. All the while, she is stroking me, rolling my balls in her hand and tugging on my sack. Her other hand is firmly cupped on my ass, kneading it as I has mauling her tits with both hands. I break our lip lock and bring a nipple to my mouth and suck it deep into my mouth, coating it with saliva. As I draw my mouth away, a trail of spit extends between my lips and her nipple. I lean over and take the other and thorough feast on her mounds. She is still tugging on my balls, kneading them to build up a good supply of cream. She drops to her knees and engulfs the bulbous head and draws the pre-cum from the eye. She moans in total pleasure, takes my entire length into her mouth and holds it there. Her oral onslaught continues as I hear and approaching car. I reach down and hold her head to draw her attention to the car. Without removing my cock from her mouth, she turns slightly as the car passes. To my amazement, I explode into her mouth as she waves a friendly hello wave as she continues to suck me dry. Swallowing every drop like the perfectionist she is, she the tongue washes me clean. I lay her on the ground and raise her knees to allow full access to her gushing pussy and bury my face into her. I proceeded to give my best effort and wanted to bring her to and earth shattering orgasm. With my right hand on her breast, I took my left and shoved three fingers into her, I brought my mouth to cover her vulva and sucked hard on her clit. This sent shock waves through her, but didn’t send her over the edge. I continued and decided to try something a little different. Not knowing how she’d react, I brought my right hand down and gently encircled her anal bud. I didn’t penetrate, just caressed it using the seeping juices she was liberally releasing. She seemed to enjoy it, but wasn’t sure with her thrashing about from all of the stimulation I was providing. Thinking she was due and good climax, I reached up again, pulled hard on her nipple and clamped down hard on her clit. This rocketed her to the moon as she flooded my tongue and face with all of her sweetness. Calming down, she turned over on to her hands and knees, face to the ground and told me to fuck her like a bitch in heat. I saddled up to her and began to fuck her silly. She was thrashing her head from side to side, bucking her hips in rhythm with my animalistic thrusts. I was driving as hard as I could, trying to reach her throat from the south end and my balls slapping her mound. I reached around, jammed a finger on to her clit and propelled her to another knee buckling cum. Even in the great outdoors, I could smell her musky wetness as it was soaking her thighs. Circling her clit again, she came quickly again. Still pile driving her, I again her the sounds of an approaching car. I tapped Sarah on the shoulder and pointed in the direction of the car. I told her to smile and wave. As she did, I pulled out and emptied a load of cum deep all over her face and tits as the car horn was blasting away. I held her steady for a while, so I could collect my thoughts. She lowered herself to the ground and I collapsed to the side of her. We rested for a while and decided we’d better get going before someone reported two naked people fucking like bunnies on the side of the road. As we got dressed, I quickly snatched her thong and put them in my pocket. She looked around and couldn’t find them. I made some dumb ass excuse like the wind must have carried them off. Finishing up, we headed for the car. I opened the car door for her and kissed her deeply before she got in. As she climb into the SUV, I took the liberty of caressing her ass again. It was about a 20 minute ride back in to, and across town toward my house. I decided to entertain myself at her expense. Reaching across the car, I lifted her blouse and began rubbing her bra encased tits. Her nipple were standing tall and begging for attention. I slipped a cup off one breast and started tonguing it while I reached down and started playing with her still well lubricated pussy. Paying particular attention to her clit, I gently kept her near the edge of another orgasm all the way into town. Passing the city limits, and entering the general traffic, I continued to bath her tits with my tongue. We came to a stop light and I decided it was time, with her nipple firmly between my teeth, I drove two fingers in to her and tweaked her clit between two other. The mixture of pain and pleasure had her shrieking at the top of her lungs. With my head bent down to her breast, I could just imagine the faces on the people sitting next to us at the light. As she calmed down, I raised up in my seat and looked out my window at a young lady. With a Cheshire grin on my face, I cleaned my lover’s juices from my fingers. The light to green. Late for Work She was dressed only in her plain white cotton bra and a skirt when he called her for breakfast. She was frustrated she could not find her favorite blouse and rubbed at the dark circles under her eyes. Picking through the massive pile of clothing she found a gray tank top with a stain on one side. Wrinkling her nose at it, she sighed and threw it down as he called for her again. Coming up the hallway, she ducked into the kitchen long enough to make up their tea. The toast was his assumed job, but she did it anyway. She was feeling groggy, while she slept well the hot of the July day was looming. He stared at her creamy white skin as she walked across the small living room to the dinette, the two mugs of tea steaming in each hand. Light from the dawning sun streamed through the Venetian blinds in soft pinks and oranges and bathed her as she walked, giving her body a series of horizontal stripes. His mouth watered slightly, the grizzled stubble from his unshaven face giving him a gritty visage. He stood up, seeing her hands were full and went to get the toast. Putting it on the cutting board, he called out: "Babe? What do you want on your toast?" "Butter and honey," she said absently, drinking her tea. He looked at the plastic bear of honey, its thick golden gooiness drizzling in thin stripes on the toast over the rapidly melting butter. He pondered the matter and then put the toast, with the honey on the cutting board and brought the whole thing in. He set the board in the middle of the table, and leaned over her, softly stroking her silken chestnut hair, his lips tenderly grazing her forehead. She leaned up and their lips met tenderly, with soft, gentle kisses. She did not notice his hand reaching for the bottle. She did not see his thumb flip the cap open. She felt his left hand grab her hair firmly as his tongue slipped into her mouth, invading it softly. Then she felt the drip on the cleavage. She was puzzled, and then the drip turned into a run. She squirmed, but he held her firm. She would be the first to admit she liked to be dominated, but was defiantly caught off guard. The sticky honey ran across the bra line and into her cleavage, and caused her to quiver ever so softly. He loved the way that she squirmed in his grasp, it turned him on, and his erection started to form. They broke the kiss and she saw the container and looked down. "Greg, look at this, mess," she cried. He pulled her hair back, causing her to squeal, and dove his mouth into the golden sweetness. The sensation of his soft lips, hard teeth, and short bristle of hair hit her bust and her body betrayed her as she gasped, and giggled. Her sweetened flesh he sucked into his mouth, passionately biting her, gently at first, then harder, and harder. She winced, struggled, eventually the pain was too great, and she tapped on his back a few times. He eased off with his mouth, and returned to his licking. Her eyes watched his tongue as it flickered across her ample bosom, and saw the bruise begin to form. He felt her eyes, and her breathing, the warmth of her flesh, and his dick began to harden. He stood up, her hair still in his hand, in a much more relaxed manner. When he looked into her eyes, they were afire. "I think you're going to be late to work, my pet." He said. He paused for a moment, and read her face carefully. They did not often do such things, and she had a special code word to stop it. Like the tapping on his back, it was a signal that told him whether she really wanted to play. Instead of using the code word, she teased him, "well daddy, I don't know..." He yanked her hair back, causing her mouth to flail open. "Don't know? Little girl, let us understand something, shall we?" He hissed. "I own you. I own every inch of your white flesh, every hair on your head. I am your owner, your lord, your master, do you understand this?" He head quivered slowly in her hands, and he saw the spark in her eye. "If I say you're going to be late," he growled, "you're going to be late." She composed herself for just as long as it took her to say, "Yes sir." He fished his cock out and slammed it into her mouth. Greedily she sucked on it, as he fucked her face, his penis rubbing up against the palette of her mouth, his warm glans filling her face. Her eyes glazed, and she felt emotionally safe at this point as he humped at her. Her hands reached up to his cock and softly cradled his clean-shaven testicles, softly roaming her fingers against the sack. He moved his head away to let her pleasure her more and she pulled her mouth off and started actually licking up and down the shaft. He growled at her, "That's my good little girl." She nodded only enough to go a little lower, her tongue softly playing against he fiery hot balls. She stroked him all the while, the liquid from her saliva and his preseminal fluid causing his tool to take on a satiny sheen the light of the dawn. He pulled away from her a bit more, to assert his control, and she pouted at him. "Call in, little one. Tell your daycare you're going to be late today." Her lower lip trembled, and she did not move. His eyes bored into her, "what did daddy tell you do? Hm?" "Yes sir," she replied and stood. She went over to the wall mounted cordless phone and pulled it off. She punched numbers at the phone, and then snatched it from her grasp as she opened her mouth to speak. "Yes, this is Mister Duncan. I am Miss Lee's Daddy. I am calling to you inform you that she will be running late. She has been a bad girl this morning and I will have to punish her before she comes in. Yes. Yes. Thank you, Jacque." She went pale her mouth gaping. Jacque was her boss's lead. He put the phone back in its case and grabbed her hand, twisting it back, "and you do deserve that punishment, my little one. Daddy gave you an instruction and what did you do? You just sat there!" She made a small, quiet squeaking noise. "Well young lady? What do you have to say for yourself?" "Nothing." She replied meekly. He spun her like a dancer and yanked her with him to couch, sitting down, laying her over his lap. "Count with me, little one." She gulped a quick, "yes daddy." His hand reached down her beautiful, hand-sewn skirt and lifted it up. Her adult sized sailor moon panties stared up at him and he smiled, yanking them down, just past her perk asshole. He loved her butt, and loved spanking her butt, probably as much as she enjoyed being spanking. His hand whooshed, the flat of it striking both cheeks simultaneously, and he felt her shudder as she bleated a, "one daddy." Over, and over he struck, until he got to five. She was weeping softly, not because of the pain, but because she had disappointed him, and to her, that was a deeper, far more dark shame than any spanking or public humiliation. "On your knees. Show daddy how much you love him." She moved off his lap like a cat and buried her head between his legs. Softly her lips sucked the head of his cock and she stroked with her hand until she tasted his preseminal fluid start to flow. At that point, she changed tactics and then would look him in the eye, stroke the fluid out of his cock, and lick at it, in a long, tantalizing swipe of her tongue. Dregs of the clear fluid and her saliva ran from the tip of his dick to her lips. He was close, and she knew it. Once he had cum, she would be safe from his wrath. He surprised her and pushed her head back. "Stand up and bend over." He ordered. She quivered her breasts swinging down, still covered by the sticky cloth prison. Her tight pucker was the first thing he saw, and then he lowered her panties to about mid-thigh. He then saw the bane of her existence, her greatest shame. Her penis. She was a preoperative transsexual, not that it made any difference to him, with her surgery so close, but he knew it drove her in ways that were incomprehensible to him. When he exposed her ass he commented in a manner that he knew would comfort her. "I want your butt this morning, little one." He said. Her cheeks were burning red from the spanking, and he parted them, his long probing tongue burning itself into her nether hole, moving back and forth, pumping into her as if it were a cock all of it's own. She gasped and her eyes closed taking in all of the pleasures of his mouth, his chewing, his licking, his lubrication. His hands grabbed at her hips and she lost balance. "Clumsy girl," he growled in her ear. He pulled her back, on his lap, the tip of his cock pushed against her sphincter. He felt the incredible tug of her tightness and then growled, slamming all seven inches into her at once. She yelped gasping in pain as his thickness invaded her ass, as he brutally began to fuck her. Between the spanking, the demeaning, and the ass fucking, the endomorphs in her body were high and she felt so warm, so loved. When he moaned in her hear, she then felt incredibly sexual, highly charged and able to give him the pleasure he deserved. He ground his hips into her, guiding with one hand as he reached around her front and softly touched the tip of her diminutive phallus. She was gushing preseminal fluid and controlled her pleasure now completely, literally fucking her from the front and behind. It put a smile on his face to know that she enjoyed their special, private times. Her legs began to quiver as he thrust faster and faster into her, making a sultry slapping noise. Her hands grabbed at her sticky breasts and twisted the nipples hard, bringing her to another layer of pain and pleasure. This in turn caused her ass to pucker all the more, and he responded to this by firing a hot load of his thick daddycum into her little girl bottom. She squealed and gushed all over his fingers, spraying them while feeling the semen drip out of her butt, her legs and thighs trembling, and she convulsed slightly as she came again, only slightly less powerfully. Only when she sighed did he pull her atop him, and softly but his bristly moustache rubbed against her ear. "Daddy loves his little girl." He said. "Little girl loves her daddy." She replied. Late for Work 6am my alarm goes off. I jump up and proceed to the bathroom to hit the shower. 6:35am I'm out the shower and begin to get dress. The phone rings, I answer, it's Donna my girl friend. 6:49am I got off the phone to finish getting dress. By 7:30am I've had my coffee, got dressed and I'm out the door to work. 8:15am sitting in traffic on 34th street in Manhattan. 8:35am I am already 5 minutes late for my important meeting. 8:45am finally make it to the building. I jumps in the elevator and press my floor, when this sexy red head woman stops the door from closing. 8:47am I am watching the elevator doors close and proceeds to go up. I stand close to the back she more towards the door. She turns around smiles and say "hi". I look at her sexy body smiled back and said "Good morning." 8:48am the elevator stops between the 10th and 11th floor. Shit we stuck and I'm late for an very important meeting with a new client. She turns around looks at me and says "looks like we going to be here a minute." "yeah looks that way doesn't it?" for 15 minute neither one of us said a word. My legs grew tried and I sat on the floor she turned and looked at me and laughed. I asked her "What's so funny my I ask?" She turned fully around and said "here I am with high heel pumps and yet you the one who needs to sit down." I couldn't help but to laugh she was right. I stared at her for a second and admired how tall and beautiful she was. Then I asked her "would you like to join me?" "Don't mind if I do." She sat down very close to me and looked me dead in my eyes and said "do you like looking at me?" I didn't know what to say I was stunned. "its ok if you do cause I love staring at you since we been in this box together." I still had nothing to say I just stared at her. "Would you like to touch me?" she asked as she took my hand and placed it over her breast. For once in my life I had nothing to say nothing at all. I was at a lost of fucking words. she moaned as she guided my hand around her breast rubbing from one side to the other. "does that make you hard? Would you like to suck on my nipple?" Speak damit I told myself, but I couldn't believe what was happening. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled both breast out her pink bra. I wondered to myself if her panties were pink too. She took my head like a little boy and placed her nipple in my mouth. "now close your mouth and suck on it suck it hard for me." I did just that. By that time my dick was so hard it was hurting. She was grinding and moaning and breathing very heavy. She took my right hand and put it between her legs. I tore her stockings and slid her panties to the side and played with her clit. She was so fucking wet I was ready to fuck her. "put your whole hand in my pussy and fuck me. What! this girl was a freak she wanted my whole hand in her pussy. She laid back and opened wide. I did what she told me to. Damn was it warm and tight but it fitted. She yelled out in pain. I was starting to pull it out when she stopped me. "don't stop its ok your not hurting me it feels good." So I left it in and fucked her with my hand. She was so wet and tight I wanted to put my tongue down there. She sat up with my hand still in her pussy and told me, "I want to fuck you with my mouth." she ask me to stand up and so I did. She unzipped my pants and pulled my Dick out with her mouth. "oh you so hard, you wanted me to suck your dick didn't you?" Still I never said a word. She was so good at what she did. She put all 8inches in her mouth sucking on my balls and jerking me off at the same time. She put her mouth around my head only and sucked and licked it at the same time. This woman was a pro. She grabbed my balls in her hand and licked all down my dick from top to bottom. Then she deep throated my dick with ease. I grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth real fucking hard I was not about to let this bitch out do me, Hell No. She was taking it though taking all of it any thing I gave she took. This bitch was good. I kept fucking her and fucking her as hard as I could in her mouth. Then when I was about to cum she says "I feel it Cumming, cum in my mouth let all that cum out.", and there it was all that cum some on her lip but most in her mouth. Then it was gone. "we wouldn't want to waste it now would we." she said while smiling at me. That freaky bitch swallowed it, she took it all down with no problem. 9:32am the elevator jerks and begins to move. She fixed her clothes and took off the torn stockings. She looked at me and licked the cum spot off her lip and turned towards the door. I put my limp dick back in my slacks and fixed myself as well. Then I asked her "what's your name?" speaking for the first time. 9:34am the elevator stops, and with out looking back she says, "My name is Cummings, Rita Cummings." Rita Cummings that name sounded so familiar, and it was. "Hey you my new client." she walked off the elevator and said "I know." 9:35am I finally made it to my office! Late For Work Vanessa rushed quickly past the other cubicles towards her small three-walled office. She was late for work and she was not impressed with herself. She never was late in the past, but since she began dating Jordan, things had changed. She was tired and sore and had slept through her alarm, twice, this morning. Vanessa rushed past his desk, not even making eye contact. It didn't help that they worked together and had to see each other at breaks and at lunch. It was pure torture. She scowled, thinking to herself how unfair it was that he had obviously gotten to work on time. She had been late for work because she had demanded he sleep at his own place, and thus he had gotten up on time. Vanessa removed her jacket and after hanging it up, she turned on her computer and began to get to work. She worked as a collections officer for the government, which meant that she had a list of clients that owed money. She checked her voicemail and email messages and quickly got into her assignment for the day. Jordan had watched her rush past and grinned. She was wearing the black skirt and white sweater he loved so much. Vanessa was short and plump, and her curves looked even sexier when she wore those tight fitting sweaters. She had on black nylons with high heels and he would need to tell her how evil that was. His cock had jumped the moment he saw the heels and stockings, it was a fetish he had and he wanted to grab her and rub her toes all over his bare cock. Jordan controlled himself and got back to work. She was late again. He knew it was his fault. He had worn her out last night and then had been asked to go home. He obliged. She had obviously slept through her alarm. Jordan was new to the office and had made friends quickly. Vanessa was friends with many of the staff as well and soon the two of them were eating lunch together and going for breaks to the coffee shop across the street. At some point their relationship changed and in a short period Vanessa was sleeping over at Jordan's on the weekend. They would never leave the apartment, barely leave the bedroom, and both would stumble into work on Monday sore, tired, and satisfied. His phone rang and he picked it up. It was an internal call. "Hello." "You are in so much trouble. How did you get to work on time?" Jordan smiled. Vanessa had called. She did that sometimes because either their boss was around or they didn't want to be seen flirting, or she was so horny she would not be able to control herself around him. "I tossed and turned all night thinking of a certain someone." "Oh." "You had to wear that outfit didn't you?" Vanessa giggled. She was mad at him but loved how cute and sexy he was as well. "Yep." Vanessa hung up the phone and got back to work. She tired to concentrate but it was no use. Instead of being mad at Jordan, she wanted him desperately right now. She squirmed in her chair and felt her wetness seeping onto her panties. She wanted to reach under her skirt and play with herself but she had to wait until break to leave her desk. She had made a few phone calls and didn't want to be away from her desk if they called back. Jordan was even more horny then Vanessa. The moment she had hung up, he had tried to forget the image of her outfit but it was no use. He needed her so badly and he was going to have to jerk off at break time. He had done it before but normally it was because she had asked. She loved asking him to do that and he was more then willing. On the way home he would tell her in detail how he masturbated and normally that would cause them to have a quickie in the car. He watched as the clock finally reached ten. It was break time. He stood up and grabbed a folder to place in front of him. He was so hard he didn't want anyone to notice not only his hard on, but also the fact that some of her precum had soaked through his boxers and onto his pants. He was that horny. Rushing to the washrooms, he didn't even notice her in the hallway. She was rushing as well and they collided against the door of the photocopier room. "Ouch!" Vanessa slammed against the door then saw that she had run into Jordan. She was about to yell and scream at his stupidity but then felt his member push against her hipbone. She lost it completely. There was no way she could control herself now. She kissed him so hard. Forgetting they were in the corner of the office. "Fuck me." Vanessa clutched his shirt, feeling herself being dragged into the photocopier room. Jordan lifted her up on the low table and began to undo his pants. "I'm going to fuck you alright. You drive me crazy. I don't care if we are caught. I know it's wrong. Right now I want to fuck you so badly." Jordan whipped out his cock and thrust it inside her. She barely had time to nudge her panties to the side before he was thrusting so hard that she winced. He was in an aggressive mood and she was not going to complain. "Harder". Vanessa clutched his shoulders for balance as he pounded away. He was grunting and moaning and both of them knew that at any minute someone could walk in and see them. They would see a young twenty-year-old summer student fucking an almost thirty-year-old divorcee. They would see her legs wrapped tight around his hips as he banged her so hard she winced. If anyone walked in, they would see both of them with a look of complete lust in their eyes. This was not lovemaking. This was pure sexual release. Jordan grunted and slammed harder. His hands were holding her legs and he knew that if they were at home she would be doing naughty things to his cock with these nylons. Right now, the clothes stayed on and he was making her cum. "Fuck!" Vanessa panted those words then bit down on her hand. She had to stay quiet which was one thing she had trouble doing. She was loud during sex but knew she had to remain quiet otherwise they would be in trouble. She felt her orgasm rush through her body and she barely had time to realize she had gushed when he exploded inside her. Jordan held her tight, trying to calm down. His legs were shaking and he needed to stay standing. He didn't even notice that she had gushed until he pulled away. "Wow." "Yeah." Vanessa adjusted her panties and skirt then felt the wetness between her legs and noticed a wet spot on his pants. "I think I gushed. You're wet." Jordan looked down and grinned. "That's O.K. I'll say I spilled juice on it." Jordan smiled a naughty grin and Vanessa couldn't help but smile back. They had that effect on each other. Late for Work You arrive late for work, instantly you are flustered and panicking about what will be said as you rush through the door taking your coat off as you go, and trying to quietly get to your seat and casting a nervous glance over to your boss's office to see if he's seen your late arrival. You sit down at your desk and turn on your screen, quickly settling in and starting work. You wince as you read the last email which is from the boss asking for an update by a time that has already gone this morning. As you start to reply, he's already stood at your desk and you look up, startled. He asks you to the office for a word and you follow meekly, awaiting your punishment. As you go through the door, he closes it and you sit down. He sits down behind his desk and just sits there quietly looking at you, shaking his head. You look down - this is going to be bad. You have been warned before about your timekeeping, and your work alone is not good enough to help you, I don't know how I can get through to you to take this job more seriously he says. You look up and start trying to make excuses but it's no good. He's probably heard it all before and he waves it away in a calm and authoritative manner. As you await your fate you look up to see him eyeing your legs up. It's not the first time and it makes you feel slightly uncomfortable, but under the circumstances there is little else going your way at the moment. You suddenly realise you are in fact wearing a very sexy outfit today, with sexy high heels, holdups and a short tight skirt with a tight blouse unbuttoned far enough to show a little cleavage. You turn slightly towards your boss and cross your legs. You ask him if there is anything you can do, that it won't happen again, and you make sure that your skirt has pulled up your leg enough for him to see the top of your hold up. You start rocking one shoe back and forth and make out you're getting hot, fanning yourself close to your breasts and you're quite surprised to see the look on his face has changed completely. He is now transfixed by your legs, your heels and is drawn towards your breasts, pushed together by your push up bra, which seems like a very wise choice now. All of a sudden the silence is broken in a shocking way, as he leans over and beckons you close to the desk. You lean over too, making sure he can see down your top a little. He whispers to you that to keep your job you will have to show him you appreciate it more, and to do that you will have to keep him happy. You say of course and that you will work much harder, but you are becoming uneasy as you realise what he is suggesting. He shakes his head and tells you it's not enough anymore, but as a favour, and because he likes you, he will give you a chance, but you have to use your best assets. He nods at your legs and suddenly it all sinks in what you have to do. You gulp and sit back, but the first thing that comes to mind is your crippling debts and how you really can't afford to lose this job. Would it really be so bad you ask yourself as you look at him and remember at least a few occasions when you've fantasised about sex with the boss just because of his power. And now you find yourself in his power, and you feel helpless. He smiles at you and asks you to come round to his side of the desk. Come on he says, I know how much you need this job and a naughty little girl like you needs to be taught a lesson every now and then. You do your best to smile but feel nervous about what might happen, and whether you actually will enjoy any of it. All of a sudden his hands are all over you, sliding up your legs and rubbing over your blouse to rub your breasts, down your thighs and then a hand disappears up your skirt. You are surprised by how soft his touch is though, and you find yourself gasping slightly as his hand strokes up your thigh and brushes over your knickers. You attempt a smile back at him, and try to put your hands on his shoulders. As you look down you can already see the hardness in his trousers. He undoes your blouse and freely fondles your breasts, softly at first in your bra, then a little harder as he releases them each in turn and leans in to suck on your nipples, making them hard and pointed. All of a sudden his hand is back up your skirt and the excitement and shock has made you a little wet as he find to his delight then rubbing over your knickers. He carries on gently stroking them and then pulls them to one side before slipping a finger in. He moans with pleasure as he feels your wet pussy and you do your best to look like you're enjoying it, when all of a sudden there is a knock at the door. Without even thinking he stands up and pushes down on your shoulders, pushing you down and then under his desk as he sits back down with you in front of him, and answers, calling the person in. You are horrified and crouch down trying to do yourself up and huddle in the space as you realise there are several voices in the room now, all of them ones you recognise, and one of them is your friend you sit next to. If only she knew where you were and what you were doing. As if it were perfectly natural, your boss unzips his fly when someone is closing the door and releases his cock as he pulls himself in close to his desk and where he is sitting it grows to its full length and starts to bob up and down gently right next to your face. You can see he is very excited and a hand pops down and starts to rub the tip gently as he starts talking to all the people about sales figures and targets for the month. you wonder if you are getting away with it, and start listening to the conversation until you see his hand reach down under the table again and this time find the back of your head and grab it, pushing it towards his cock. It's obvious what you are supposed to be doing and you look up wondering how things have come to this, but then think you're here now and you'd better get on with it. You reach out and start to stroke his cock up and down, from the base to the tip, circling your fingertips around the tip. It's not long before it starts to produce a result as the first bits of pre cum leak from his tip, and you rub them in with your thumb. Then, slowly you lean forward and open your mouth, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and slowly pushing it in without gripping or sucking yet, just sliding it into your mouth. You're surprised at how easy it is to imagine allsorts when you can't see his face and you actually start to enjoy it as you push it in your mouth further and deeper, and then begin to gently suck. You suck slowly and softly on his tip and then start to wrap your fingers round the base of his cock and wank gently as your mouth moves down further. You alternate sucking and blowing and then try deep throating too, pushing him all the way in. You're surprised with how much you're enjoying it and you start to get carried away, realising you're getting wet too. You go back to holding his cock at the base and sucking his tip, and you are brought back to reality with a jolt as you suddenly feel his hand behind your head pushing you down further. He grabs a bit of your hair in his fist to pull you away again and you can't believe no one can notice as he starts to fuck your mouth. You do your best to keep up and as the meeting draws to a close he lets go and leans forward slightly to shake hands with someone you presume and then people start to leave. You can't believe what you've been doing and as the last person leaves you wonder what's coming next. You hear your boss still talking to someone and he tells the other voice, which you recognise to be a director, to come round and have a look at something. You are horrified to hear him walk round and your boss to slide his chair back to expose you having your mouth slide off his cock, and of course you huddled under his desk with your blouse open, your breasts exposed and your legs open. You try and cover yourself and of course go bright red with embarrassment, but the reaction is not what you thought and you soon realise you are not here to be humiliated... The director congratulates your boss on his 'achievement' and looks at you and smiles, telling you what a good job you seem to be doing. You surprise yourself by smiling back, and all of a sudden you see no reason to hold back, this could actually work out quite well for your career. You find your boss holding his hands out and you grab hold of them to pull yourself out from under his desk, and you barely have time to stand up before your boss stands up and then bends you over the chair. Do you mind if I stay, the director asks you, and you smile back, relishing the attention telling him he should join in. You're not sure what you're saying, this is not like you at all, but you find yourself eagerly bending over the chair and taking the directors cock in your mouth while your boss is pressed up against you and starts to finger you inside your knickers. You really have started to enjoy it now and you are wet already as your boss slides his hands over your ass and deftly fingers inside your knickers. You push back on his hand as the director reaches down to fondle your breasts as you begin sucking on him. It's not long before you feel your boss sliding his cock up your thigh, between your legs and then roughly pull your knickers down as he pushes inside your pussy. You stop sucking briefly to moan with pleasure as you feel his girth filling you inside and you take him all in, pushing back to feel your pussy lips around the base of his cock. By now you are soaked, allowing him to enter you without a problem, and you love the feeling of two men inside you. You take his cock out of your mouth just so you can say 'please fuck me sir' which you know he will like, and you feel his hands all over your stockings and ass as he starts to pump you. You try and keep steady, with the directors hands behind your head to hold himself in your mouth, but you soon find it difficult to suck properly with your boss building up a quick rhythm as he fucks you hard from behind. He's soon fucking your wet pussy hard and fast as you can feel his balls slapping against your ass. He starts to grunt with pleasure, egged on by the director, and you have no choice but to take his cock out of your mouth and just hold it as you bite the back of the chair to muffle your moans. It feels so good and he's really hitting your g spot hard, so it's not surprising that after a while you feel your legs and then your whole body tensing as your moans reach a peak and you grip the chair as hard as you can and let out a small shriek as you shudder and cum. You can feel your pussy tense as you cum and you know your boss appreciates it as he slows the pace of his thrusting, and you feel he is close now. The director says it's his turn now and he wants to swap... Your boss is reluctant to pull out, but agrees to and they swap as you get your breath back and recover. You take in your boss's cock and can taste all your pussy juice down his cock which turns you on, and you try and suck him as much as possible before the director enters you. He does so roughly, his cock is bigger and pushes all the way up inside making you tingle. He grabs your hips and starts to thrust straight away, and calls you names, telling you how dirty you are which he seems to enjoy. You enjoy tasting your pussy so much on your boss's cock you start to fantasise about having a girl there too. You soon realise the extra pressure inside your newly sensitive pussy is going to make you cum again soon, and determined not to be the only one, you start to tense your pussy as best you can, gripping the directors cock and forcing yourself back onto him, and wanking your boss's cock as well as sucking his tip. You're proved right as it's not too long before you find yourself muffling your moans with that cock as you cum again and you start to feel exhausted from the twin action. But soon as you tense your pussy again you hear the director moan and he slows slightly and grips your hips as with a final thrust inside you, he shoots his hard load deep inside your pussy, leaving you filled. He pulls out quickly and sits down to recover, leaving you with cum leaking out of your pussy as you carry on sucking your boss. You're impressed he can last so long but soon he grips your head and starts to moan and tense, and then you feel the first spurts as his creamy load is ejected from his cock. He pulls out from your mouth to spurt the last few bits over your face making sure you know who's in charge and then he sits down too. You're left to sit on the chair and compose yourself, stinking of cum and shaking from your powerful orgasms. You hope this will get you a promotion rather than just keeping your job as you smile at them both...