Story 17 #3
“Well, it’s very nice to see you,” he said, hoping that his voice sounded as casual as possible, “how are you settling in?”
“Oh, everyone has been very sweet,” she said, “very helpful.”
Of course they have, he thought to himself.
He thought about how the other men in the office would see her dressed like that, how they would want her, how they would imagine getting her alone in a tight closet or stairwell somewhere, how they would kiss her, tear her blouse open as she gasped, how they would grab at her breasts,
pulling on her bra as her gasps of surprise turned to gasps of pleasure.
He imagined her dropping to her knees, submitting to them, taking their cocks in her pretty little mouth, red lipstick staining their shafts.
He imagined how they would turn her around, push up against her from behind, rubbing their cocks on that juicy ass as their hands grabbed at her breasts, how they would fuck her, hard.
He felt warring emotions within himself, the wild jealousy of these imagined encounters, and the incredible arousal. His cock was hard and throbbing now in his pants.
A voice in his head told him that if he didn’t have her, if he didn’t make it happen, then someone else would, and he would hear about it, and the jealousy would drive him crazy.
“Would you like to take a seat?” he asked her.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied with a sly smile, and when she sat across from him and crossed her legs, her skirt rode up her perfect thighs, and he saw that they were, in fact, stockings that she was wearing.
He caught a glimpse of her honey-colored skin, and he felt his heart in his throat.
He looked back into her face, and she was looking at him intensely, her smile had changed now subtly. He was sure that she had seen him looking at her, and he was sure that she knew what he had been thinking, and he was sure that she had done it deliberately.
“You know,” she said, thoughtfully, “your office is kind of hard to find. There’s no one else along this corridor.”
“No, I guess they stuck me down here out of the way.”
“You could do anything that you wanted. No one would hear you. You could get up to absolutely anything.”
She leaned forward, her breasts between her upper arms pushed together and looking bigger. He looked at them and then into her eyes. There was still something in him that told him that he couldn’t do this. This was it, his last moment to stop the madness.
“We can’t,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. She scowled and then pouted. Her lips looked incredible. There was something bratty about the look on her face that made him want to dominate her, to show her who was boss.
“Oh, boo,” she said, “I was hoping that we could have some fun. Well, I guess I can maybe find some fun elsewhere.”
She got to her feet and turned to leave. It was out now; her cards were on the table. All that he had to do was reach out and take what he wanted.
She walked to the door, her skirt clinging to her ass.
Suddenly, his lust got the better of him.
He got to his feet, pushing his chair away, and rushed around the desk.
Carly had reached the door. Her hand was going slowly to the door handle. Had she heard him? He was sure that she must have expected this reaction from him.
And then he was behind her, his hands on her waist, pushing her against the door.
”Don’t go,” he said, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. One of his hands went to her hair and pushed it away from her ear.
“Don’t go,” he whispered again, his lips almost touching her ear now.
She had stopped, and he waited to hear what she would say. Instead of replying, she tilted her head to the other side, exposing her throat to him.
He looked at that flawless skin, and he couldn’t help himself.
He bent down and kissed her. He licked her, tasting her.
She let out a sigh of pleasure. His hands were back on her waist, holding her.
He pushed in closer to her, the hardness of his cock against her soft ass, just as he had imagined some other man doing.
But now it was him doing it, now he had claimed her for his own.
Now, she was his, and he felt her push back against him, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
One of his hands moved around to the front of her body, feeling her tight body.
She squirmed beneath his grip and turned around, and now she was looking into his face, and she was even more beautiful close up like this, with a wild little glint in her eyes.
She reached up and stroked his face as he held her waist again.
“I’ve wanted this since I first saw you,” she said, softly, “and I know you want it. I know you want my body. And now, it’s all yours.”
He turned his mouth toward her hand and kissed it, sucked on her fingers, wanting every single part of her.
And then she took hold of his face and pulled it down to her waiting, eager lips. He felt them push against him as he kissed her back, roughly, as his tongue met hers and they pushed against one another.
One of his hands went to her face and slid back past her ear to her hair, feeling it slide past his fingers.
Her hands went to his body. They moved over the firm muscles of his chest, his torso. He felt her slip a couple of fingers between a gap between the buttons, the tips brushing against his skin, and he knew that she wanted more of him, wanted all of him.
Then she was pulling his shirt out of his pants, and her hand slipped up beneath it.
One of his hands went to her ass now, and he grabbed hold of it, marveling at its sweet roundness, at how good it felt beneath his hand as he stroked it, his hand moving down it before moving up and grabbing it, squeezing it, feeling the give of it as his fingers dug into it.
His other hand was on her waist, and now he was the one pulling her blouse out from her skirt, moving his hand beneath it, feeling her supple flesh, stroking her soft skin.
Her hand was still beneath his shirt, her fingers dancing lightly over his skin, touching him softly but leaving him wanting more of her touch.
His kisses moved to her throat again, and her free hand went to the back of his head, stroking his hair and then moving down to the base of his neck, massaging it.
She was breathing more heavily now, and that just turned him on even more.
He bit at her throat lightly, his teeth pushing into the skin as she let out a slight gasp.
Her hand on the front of his body now went to his shirt and began to undo it.
He raised his face to hers again and looked into her eyes, their faces so close that their noses were almost touching, and he could feel her hot breath on his face.
Her other hand moved down from behind his head, around to join her other hand, undoing his shirt, and now both of his hands went to the front of her blouse and began to undo it as well, wanting her,
thinking for a moment of that flash of pink he had seen that had hinted at the color of her underwear.
Now he wouldn’t have to waste any more time speculating about just what her underwear was like, fantasizing about it, dreaming about it.
He would get to know all of the answers for himself now.
As he undid the buttons, he could feel the rise and fall of her breathing as her stomach moved in and out slightly.
He looked down at her body and now, even though he was working on the buttons from the bottom moving up, he realized that he could see slightly down the front of her blouse, could see the line that ran between her breasts,
could see just a flash of the pink of her bra that contrasted with the honey-colored skin, could see the promise of so much fun that he was going to have with her and he felt his cock throbbing even more urgently now.
As he got her blouse undone, he pushed himself up against her again, grinding up against her, as though it would offer him some relief when all it did was drive him even crazier with lust for her.
They had one another’s tops undone, and he felt her pushing his apart as they began to kiss now, kissing more roughly now, both of them expressing their hunger.
His hands went beneath her blouse now and found her waist, feeling it properly for the first time.
Her blouse brushed against the back of his hands as he stroked her waist, marveling at how soft her skin felt, how supple her body was, how sweet the slight curves were.
One of his hands moved around to her back, and the other one went to her stomach, resting against it and feeling the indentation of her belly button.
He broke off the kiss and looked down at her pink bra, lacy and sexy, giving him the impression that she had known exactly what she was doing when she got dressed that morning, knowing exactly who she wanted to see that bra.
His hand on her back slid down to her ass, and the hand on her stomach moved up to take hold of one of her breasts through her bra, feeling the wonderful shape of it, knowing all too well that what lay inside it would be so soft, so wonderful.
She stroked his face while her other hand stayed on his body.
“It’s all yours, baby,” she murmured to him. He looked into her face with a smile, a sense of disbelief filling him as her words really hit home for him.
He turned her around and pushed her back over toward his desk, both of his hands on her waist now.
She put her arms around his head and looked him in the eye as he led her backward, putting all of her trust in him to lead her wherever he wanted her to go.
She was his, he thought to himself, his own little fuck toy that he could have his fun with.
He was so aroused that it took all of his self-control not to get his cock out right there and then.
But he knew that they were still building up to that, after all.
He pushed her back toward his desk, and they stood before it. He stroked her face tenderly for a moment, and then her hands were on his shirt, pulling at it, and he let it fall away from his body.
She looked at his body with a glint in her eye, and then she ran her hands over it, her light touch making him want more.