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/~~~~~\ A Rough Week
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(C) Knave of Hearts, 2000
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The clock said 6:30 in electric red numbers.
Everyone else had long since abandoned their
desks and offices, leaving me alone in the
dimly lit office building. Alone with my
work and my computer. I sat up in my chair
and stretched. I had until the end of the
week to finish the quarterly review
presentation but since my wife had taken the
kids to her mother's this week I had decided
to go ahead and knock it out now.
Maybe later on the week I would get some
time to spend with Veronica, my wife. I
looked at the picture of us on the boat in
Jamaica. The last vacation we'd had
together. Running my hands over my tired
eyes I realized that we'd been in Jamaica
almost ten years ago. Ten years. It was
time to rejuvenate some spark. We'd done
everything we could imagine during that two
week stay. Fine food. Good wine. Sex
until dawn. It had been the perfect
fortnight.
But that was B.C. Before Children. And now
we were both so busy that we only ate dinner
together once a week, in between scout
meetings, gymnastics classes, and my work
schedule. I had my career and she was
usually helping with some community project
or attending some social committee meeting
or other. Ten years ago it had been a
bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, and her
warm body. Now it was leftovers and a cold
bed to go home to.
The phone rang, breaking into my moment of
self-pity.
"Mr. Williams? This is Ava. Are you going
to be in your office for a few minutes? Mr.
Bland left some files that need to go
upstairs and I'd like to put them in the
file room before I leave."
I assured her that I would be around. Since
I was the last one in the office, I told her
that I would lock up as we left. I hung up
the phone, idly wondering what the boss's
secretary, Ava, was wearing today. Ava
Langtry was famous for being extremely
efficient and very easy on the eyes. I used
to stop at her desk while waiting for my
boss, Mr. Bland, to finish with a phone call
and found that she was easy to talk to as
well.
Shaking my head to clear away to schoolboy
fantasies, I got back to work. A few
minutes later I heard a high heels coming up
the hall to my office. Anticipating Ava's
entrance, I started saving my work and
closing down my computer. A soft knock on
my office door announced her.
"Come in Ava."
"Thanks for helping out Mr. Williams, I was
hoping to get these taken care of before
tomorrow. I won't be long." "Not a
problem. Let me unlock the door for you and
we'll be out of here in a flash."
We walked to the file room and I unlocked
it. I took the walk down the hallway as an
opportunity to notice the suit she was
wearing. She had a dark, double breasted
suit jacket-like top, cut to show an
enticing but professional amount of
cleavage, and a short matching skirt. Her
trim legs were sheathed in sheer black
stockings that made a soft swishing sound as
she walked ahead of me. I enjoyed watching
her hips roll under her suit.
Not for the first time did I wonder what she
looked like under her professional exterior.
I smiled to myself as I realized what I was
thinking. My wife always tells me that I
have a endearing fantasy that somewhere in
the depths of every woman's soul is a cock-
sucking, nymphomaniac slut just waiting for
the right time to pop out. Where were those
people when you really need them, I asked
myself.
Unlocking the door, I held it open for Ava
as she turned on the lights and went to the
end of the line of filing cabinets. I stood
in the doorway making small talk, a cheap
excuse for watching her move. Ava bent over
to pull out the lowest file drawer. Her
skirt rode up on her thigh, exposing tan
flesh at the tops of her stockings. I
stopped for a second when I realized that
Ava wasn't wearing regular pantyhose but had
old-fashioned stockings on. I felt my cock
stir at the mental image of Ava's tan body
in her stockings but tried to look away
before she caught me staring. I was too
late.
Ava had turned around and saw what I was
looking at. A coy smile fluttered across
her lips as she also noticed the slight
bulge in my trousers. She stood, smoothing
her skirt back into place, and reached for
the next file. I was thinking of a polite
way to go somewhere else and wait for her to
call me but before I could move she asked me
if I could help her pull out the top file
drawer.
"Can you give me a hand? It's stuck."
I couldn't think of an excuse so, like a
lamb being led to slaughter, I moved into
the corner with her and the offending file
drawer. Rather than step out of the corner
Ava stepped against the wall, staying
between the file cabinet and me. Rather
than say something, I reached around her and
tugged on the drawer handle. Seeing that I
wasn't getting anywhere Ava clasped her hand
on top of mine and counted to three. We
pulled together several times before we got
the drawer open. Our bodies pressed against
each other with every heave. Her bottom had
pushed against my bulging groin with every
pull. I wondered if I were making more out
of this than I should or was she trying to
come on to me?
With the drawer finally open I tried to step
back and give her some room but Ava pulled
the drawer all the way out, pressing me into
the corner. I was stuck between her soft,
sweet smelling body and the wall. In a
trice my mind raced from the physical
excitement of the moment to the consequences
if we should be caught. Ava took her time
placing the file into its correct place in
the drawer, every so often standing on her
tiptoes to check a file label. This caused
her to press her hips against mine,
increasing the friction between my rapidly
swelling crotch and her delightfully firm
rear end.
Worried about the compromising position that
I found myself in, I cleared my throat. I
made some lame excuse about getting my
jacket and placed my hands on her hips to
help maneuver myself out of the corner. No
sooner had my hands touched her than she
turned to face me. In the enclosed space
between the drawer and the wall, our bodies
touched in some of the most intimate places.
Her breasts pressed against my ribs while my
still growing cock rubbed against her skirt.
She looked up at me with a strange glimmer
in her light brown eyes.
I opened my mouth to say something and she
stopped me with a kiss. Not a quick peck on
the cheek "thanks for helping" kind of
endearment. This was a slow, smoldering,
tongues fencing kind of kiss that makes your
toes tingle and your ears sweat. The taste
of her mouth and the smell of her perfume
overwhelmed my senses. I couldn't have
moved if I had wanted to. Just when I
thought that my fantasy had played itself
out, I felt Ava's hand rub against my
swollen cock. She kneaded my package
softly, moaning slightly as she traced its
length through my pants. If she'd had any
question about the size of my cock, she'd
answered it first hand. Giving my johnson a
quick squeeze, we came up for air.
Before I could protest she said, "Come with
me. I've got something to show you."
Taking my hand, she led me back down the
hall to my office. "Sit down, please." I
sat on the small couch. She seemed as
business like as usual as she walked across
the room to shut the door. I prepared
myself for a lecture on sexual harassment
and the precarious nature of my situation.
Five seconds ago she was giving me every
signal of her inclination to do the lambada
against the file room wall, now she was the
picture of a professional office assistant.
Turning around to face me, I realized that
she'd undone the buttons on her jacket. I
froze. I'd been shocked in the file room.
Now I was astounded. Ava removed her jacket
and hung it on the coat tree by the door.
She had light brown skin with a faint tan
line outlining her pale breasts. I didn't
move a muscle. Her tits jiggled slightly as
she walked toward me. Her tits were
wonderful. About grapefruit size with a
scattering of freckles. I could barely see
the shadow of her areolas beneath the black
lacy bra she wore. Her nipples stood erect,
poking through her bra.
She stopped in the middle of the room.
Reaching behind her back she unzipped her
skirt. My eyes followed her creamy white
tits, provocatively contrasting with her
black underwear, as she bent over to step
out of her skirt.. Standing, she neatly
folded her skirt and placed it on my desk.
Her black stocking highlighted her slender,
well-formed legs. She wasn't rail thin like
the fashion models, but she looked like an
active swimmer or hiker.
I noted the little pink ribbon on the front
of her panties. A thin shadow showed the
outline of her vulva through the sheer black
underwear. She obviously wore a bikini when
she sunbathed. I hoped that it meant that
she had shaved her twat. From the way this
scenario seemed to be headed, I wanted to
taste that pie and I didn't want to be
picking hair out of my teeth afterward.
"Don't say a word." She didn't need to ask
me. I wouldn't have known what to say. I
let out a sigh, realizing that I'd been
holding my breath. "I'm afraid if you
spoke, I might get cold feet."
She closed the space between us and sank to
her knees in front of me. Ava leaned toward
me, offering her mouth for another kiss. We
kissed deeply, slower than in the file room
but with more intensity. Her hand caressed
my hard-on. I returned the attention by
cupping her breasts in my hands.
Our lips parted. I made a trail of soft
kisses down her neck. At the same time, I
hooked my thumbs in the straps of her bra
and eased them off her shoulders. Lifting
her breasts, I took her left nipple in my
mouth. Ava arched her back, offering me her
tits. My tongue swirled over her swollen
nubs, making her moan and sway as she her
excitement increased. Letting go of one
nipple, I shifted slightly to give the other
the same attention. Sucking the swollen pap
into my mouth I ran its sensitive nipple
along the rough edges of my teeth with my
tongue.
"Ohhh. Stop. Wait." Ava gently pulled my
mouth off her breast. She pushed me back
and started unbuckling my pants. She fished
my trouser snake out of my boxers and held
its throbbing shaft in front of her face.
"I've wondered what this would be like.
I've seen you watching me. Undressing me
with your eyes. I always wanted to know if
you had the equipment to do the job right."
She stuck her tongue out and ran it around
the head of my dick like an ice cream cone.
I held her hair way from her face. I wanted
to watch her suck my cock. She was right.
I'd wondered what she looked like underneath
her pressed business suits and no-nonsense
exterior. Right now I wanted to see her
hot, sweaty, and leaking my cum out of her
swollen, well-fucked pussy. Ava licked the
seam along the underside of my erection,
working her way down from its enlarged
purple helmet to my balls. I shivered as
her warm mouth kissed and fondled my
scrotum.
Running the length of my penis against her
smooth cheek, she took my cock into her
mouth. Her head bobbed in short fluid
motions, taking more and more of my eight
inch cock into her mouth with every stroke.
I raised my hips to meet her hot sweet
mouth, feeling my cock hit the back of her
throat.
"Slow down, Mr. Williams. I've got other
plans for you."
"Why don't you call me Adam? After all,
you're half naked on your knees sucking my
cock. I think we can afford to drop the
formality."
She smiled and then licked a tiny drop of
pre-cum off the tip of my cock. She sat
back on her heels and unhooked her bra,
tossing it on top of her skirt.
"Now that you mention it Ava, what exactly
are your plans for this evening?"
She smiled in a self satisfied way, licking
her lips as she ran her palms across her
tits. "I'm not sure. I am leaving the firm
for a new job and I think that this might be
my chance to have a farewell party with
you."
I raised my eyebrow in question. She looked
around the room, idly massaging the firm
mounds on her chest as if in deep thought.
Not willing to lose the moment, I stood up
and took charge. My cock bobbed obscenely
in front of me, a purple tipped rod pointing
at Ava's sweet snatch. Placing my hands on
her waist, I maneuvered her towards my desk.
"Then let's have a farewell you won't
forget."
I sat her on my desk, her legs spread wide.
Her panties were wet and I could smell the
musky sweet aroma of her excitement. I
dropped my pants on the floor along with my
boxers. Stepping closer to the desk I
lifted her knees up, forcing her to lay
back. I quickly pulled off her panties and
tossed them behind me.
Her cunt lay bare before me. She'd shaved
her lips bare, leaving only a small triangle
of dark curls at the top of her slit, like
an arrow pointing the way to her love
tunnel. Holding her legs wide, I leaned
forward and kissed the swollen nub of her
clit. She tasted like sweet brandy. I
parted her labia with my tongue, licking her
entire slit. She moaned and tilted her
hips to give me access to her deepest
recesses. I teased her by licking the
outside of her pussy lips lightly before
running my tongue around the rim of her hot
wet twat.
Ava held my head tight against her cunt,
wordless moaning. She wanted more. I
played a quick staccato rhythm against her
clit with my tongue. I could feel the
muscles in her vagina tremble. Watching a
lover approach climax is the most powerful,
intoxicating feeling in the world. Cruelly,
I denied her the release she wanted so
badly. She cried out when I lifted my face,
damp and slick from her love juices, from
her cunt.
"More. Please. Let me cum." "You'll cum
all right baby. You'll cum with my cock
deep inside you."
I pulled her hips to the edge of the desk
and placed the head of my cock against her
love tunnel. She was so wet my cock entered
her easily, gliding to half its length in
the first thrust. I pulled back,
luxuriating in the feel of my cock against
her velvety smooth insides. I pushed
forward again, repeating the process of
slowly driving my cock into Ava's cunt. It
only took three strokes to plant my shaft
inside her. I stopped for a moment,
enjoying the feel of my smooth shaven balls
in contact with her smooth lips.
Ava's eyes stared up at me with a strange
hungry look. My wife might not think that
there was a slut in every woman, but I'd
sure unlocked the whore in Ava.
"Fuck me hard." Her voice was hoarse with
lust.
I didn't need any more encouragement. I
drove my cock in and out of her body,
relishing the wet sound my balls made when
they slapped against her ass. The harder I
fucked her, the more she begged for me to
give her more.
"Fuck me till I explode" She ranted in
between hoarse gasping breaths.
I plowed into her savagely, fucking her like
an animal. Within moments, I felt her cunt
spasm, clutching and milking my cock as she
climaxed. Ava thrashed around, bucking
against my hips as her orgasm washed through
her.
I might have let her rest with the one
orgasm for her scrap book, but I didn't.
"Time to roll over," I told her. My voice
sounded cruel and nasty. I rolled her over
and put her feet back on the floor. She was
bent over my desk, her hot sweaty breasts
pressed against the varnished wood desktop.
I drove my cock into her gaping hole without
any preliminaries. Pulling her hips back to
meet mine, I picked up where we'd left off.
My thrusts made her grunt as my cock hit her
cervix. I could feel my balls shift and
tighten but my own climax was still too far
away. I parked my cock deep inside her
while I caught my breath.
"I want you to cum in my ass." The blatant
statement made my cock twitch. She reached
behind her a spread her ass cheeks, showing
me the slick rosebud of her anus.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the clock.
7:30. The Ava that lay on my desk wasn't
the same woman that had walked into my
office an hour earlier. The first woman had
looked professional and focused; she had
come to my office asking for my help as a
colleague. The sweaty whore that lay face
down on my desk was asking me to sodomize
her. My how time can change people, I
thought.
I rubbed my cunt-slickened cock around her
ass, lubing her with her own juices. I
pressed the large, round head of my cock
against her puckered rosette.
"Unnhh. Go slow baby. I want you to fill
me with your cock." She lay still and
relaxed, inviting me deeper inside her.
I slowly worked my cock inside her tight
nether passage, pausing often to let her
adjust to accommodate my thick shaft. I
could feel her loosen up, her muscles
gripping my cock as I pressed it into her.
Finally I worked the entire length of my
pole into her ass. Ava, impatient for more,
thrust her hips upwards.
I slowly built up a rhythmic pace, thrusting
slow and deep. I held her hips and drove
myself into her depths. The feeling was
completely different from fucking her cunt.
Her pussy was slick and hot, expanding to
allow my cock entrance. Her ass on the
other hand, was tight, grasping my cock.
The increased friction drove me wild. I was
getting closer and closer to my own climax.
Ava must have felt it as well. In between
grunts, she chanted filthy words, urging me
to cum in her ass. "fuck, fuck, fuck. God
I want to feel your hot cum inside my ass.
Give it to me. Cum inside me now."
She had loosed up to the point of being able
to push her hips back to meet my thrusts.
My balls slapped against her slick, swollen
cunt lips as our bodies met. I couldn't
hold out any longer. My balls tightened,
sending a spray of hot, thick cum into her
ass. We groaned in unison, the release we'd
sought finally at hand.
Still spinning from the force of my orgasm,
I ran my hands across her back. I trailed
my fingertips along the base of her spine.
I could feel her heartbeat through my cock,
still buried in her ass. She propped
herself up on one arm and looked back at me
with a smile.
I stepped back to allow her to get up. My
shrinking member slid from her with a pop. I
pulled her to her feet and kissed her. Our
sweaty bodies stuck together. Pushing a wet
strand of hair out of her face, I tried to
think of an appropriate thing to say. She
must have been thinking the same thing
because we ended up laughing at each other.
After all, what do you say to an almost
total stranger that you've just had raw,
animalistic sex with?
"Thanks for the farewell party," I managed
at last. Tilting her chin up, I gave her a
last, light kiss. "Good luck wherever you
go."
"Oh I don't leave until Saturday. I'm sure
I'll see you before then."
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