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/~~~~~\ A Rough Week
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(C) Knave of Hearts, 2000
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8 AM. I walked into the elevator looking
and feeling like shit. I hadn't been able
to sleep for the second night in a row.
Dreams of nubile, tan, nymphos had me
tossing and turning all night long. To make
matters worse my cock was always throbbing
and twitching, making a bulge in my trousers
like the bow of a ship. I tried to hide my
uncomfortable condition with my coat,
awkwardly held in front of me, as the
elevator crawled up from the parking garage
and people got on and off.
We passed the ground floor and Brenda got
on. Excusing her way past other passengers,
she worked her way back in the car until she
stood directly in front of me. She didn't
say anything to me, just shot a quick glance
at the way I held my coat before turning
around to face the elevator door. When the
doors opened at the next floor, she scooted
back about half a step. It looked like she
was moving out of the way to let others exit
the car, but I felt her firm ass press
slightly against my coat.
I started to sweat. My hand, inside of my
folded coat, pressed against the curve of
her ass. She must have felt it because she
managed to shift slightly and wiggle her
butt against my caress. Somewhere around
the fourth floor, she slipped her hand
behind her and groped my swollen crotch
through the intervening coat. I coughed to
hide my groan of pleasure as Brenda lightly
squeezed my cock.
By the time we reached the tenth floor, she
knew I was ready. I left the elevator
flushed and with my coat held tightly across
my obviously swollen groin. I threw my
things onto the corner of my desk and
reached inside my pants to rearrange my cock
and balls to a more comfortable position. I
sat down, squirming in my chair as my
underwear cut into my thick shaft. Trying
to ignore my dick, I tried to focus my
concentration on other things.
Brenda apparently had other ideas, however.
I hadn't even logged into my computer when
she appeared at my door with a pile of
distribution in her arms.
"We shouldn't do this before lunch, I'll be
leaking all day," she said as she walked
around my desk.
Her hands smoothed her skirt across her
thighs. She swiftly knelt behind my desk and
reached for my belt. The already stiff
condition of my cock made it hard for her to
free it from the confines of my shorts.
Rather than prolong my discomfort, I stood
and lifted her back to her feet. Our bodies
crushed together as we kissed, our tongues
fencing. I imagined that I could feel her
nipple rings pressing against my chest
through her sheer silk blouse.
When we came up for air, Brenda had a smug
smirk on her face. Before she could react
with a smart remark, I spun her around, bent
her over the desk, and flipped up her skirt.
Looking down at her tan ass, covered in
white cotton bikini panties, I felt the
fatigue and tension rise inside me like a
tidal wave. This wasn't going to be gentle.
Without a word or a second thought, I
grabbed the waistband and savagely pulled.
The thin cotton tore with a ripping sound
that seemed to reverberate around my office.
I dropped the shreds of her underwear to the
floor and pressed her down on the desktop
with my left hand. With my right, I undid
my belt and tugged down my pants and boxers.
My cock sprung from its confinement, hard
and already weeping pre-cum from its tip.
Pointing my prick at her pussy, I spread her
legs apart and then cupped my hand around
the mound of her sex. She looked back at me
over her shoulder, her lips parted as she
struggled to catch her breath. I gave her a
cruel smile as I licked her juices off my
fingers.
"Glad to see that you're as ready as I am."
My voice had an edge to it that sounded
nasty. I guided my glans to the gates of her
twat and then pulled her hips back toward
me, impaling her slowly on my aching pole.
I threw made head back and groaned in
ecstasy as I felt her slick tunnel part to
swallow my rigid cock.
I started Brenda off slowly, rhythmically
rocking her against my hips as I penetrated
deeper and deeper into her sex. Her breath
came in gasps as she felt me fill her inner
recesses and it only took a few strokes for
her to let all nine inches of my cock into
her.
I paused for a moment to savor the feel of
my balls resting against her smoothly shaven
labia. Pressing my scrotum against her I
rotated my hips, stirring her cunt with my
cock.
"Unnnnggggghhhh. God I love that."
I grabbed a handful of her firm ass and used
it to steady her for a few fast deep
strokes. I was rewarded by another deep
moan.
"Yes. . . Yes. . . Faster. Hardeeeeerrrr."
Her words came as punctuation to the bottom
of each stroke. She grunted as my cock
hammered against her cervix. I had filled
every inch of her tight cunt. Grabbing her
ass with both hands, I pulled the entire
length of my cock out before jamming it back
in. I picked up the pace with each stroke,
slamming my hips against her taut ass, as
she moaned and muttered incomprehensible
syllables.
I fucked her like an animal, pounding her
sweet tight cunt like a dog mounting its
bitch. My world narrowed to the feeling of
the length of my prick driving deep inside
her. Each stroke ended with the wet slap of
my balls against her twat. That and the
sound of her moaning filled my ears.
I felt her cunt muscles shudder, grabbing my
cock in their silken grip. A sound from
deep in her throat came from Brenda, only
slightly muffled from being pressed against
my desktop. The sensation of her cunt
milking my cock sent me over the edge. I
cried out and drove my cock into her,
pinning her between the mahogany desktop and
me. I felt my cum erupt from my balls into
her hot, sweet sex.
My orgasm left me light headed. I leaned
forward, now careful not to hurt Brenda, and
tried to catch my breath. We both gasped
and panted for air. I felt her hand push
against my thigh and I stood back. My cock
slid from her with a wet popping sound.
Pushing herself up off the desk, Brenda
turned and looked at me, her face flushed
and her eyes glazed. "I don't know what got
into you, but next time I'm bringing
reinforcements."
"Go get yourself cleaned up," I said as I
wiped my cock with a handkerchief,
"someone's liable to come looking for one of
us any minute."
The rest of the morning was much more
tranquil. I told myself that I should start
"exercising" more in the morning. It was a
great joke.
-=0=-
Ava caught me in the hallway after lunch.
Dragging me into an empty niche, she told me
the bad news. "I knew it was too good to
last," I groaned.
Someone must have seen Brenda leave my
office this morning and suspected something.
I'm sure that Brenda's flushed look and
rumpled clothes had been seen by anyone
who'd been in the secretary's office this
morning. As if that wasn't bad enough, that
someone had been gossiping about it in the
cafeteria. I felt bad for Brenda. Rumors
like this were always worse for the women
then they were for the men. I asked Ava
what I could do to help Brenda out.
"Before you could start worrying about her,
you need to take care of yourself." Ava
looked around conspiratorially. "Meet me in
the atrium in ten minutes."
I sat listening to the building noise as
people returned from lunch. I must have sat
there for a few seconds before I realized
that she'd gone. Carefully standing and
straightening my suit jacket, I tried to get
a handle on what she'd just told me.
Through the spinning thoughts in my head,
one blazed brightly against the front of my
mind - SOMEONE KNOWS!
Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the
elevator. I went back to my office and
gathered a few papers, settling on the
excuse that I was going down to the mailbox.
I walked through the secretarial pool
without looking at anyone. I was too afraid
to make eye contact with any of the ladies
there. Any one of them could be the one -
my accuser.
I dawdled along the way to the atrium, not
wanting to be seen pacing around waiting.
My plan worked and Ava got there only
seconds before I did. Without speaking to
each other, we walked out onto the terrace.
The company coffee shop was there, a place
where lots of people went to gather their
thoughts or take a break, so I wasn't
worried about being seen with anyone else.
I bought some coffee from the counter and
returned to the table that Ava had selected.
The place was empty, since most of the
employees were just returning from their
lunch hour.
"Drink your coffee and relax," Ava saw that
I was on the verge of a total collapse. I
took a healthy pull from my cup and she
continued. "Someone saw Brenda enter your
office early this morning and leave a few
minutes later with that 'fresh fucked'
look."
"Who told you this?" I don't know why I
wanted to know. It wouldn't have made any
difference.
"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of
the gossip. The problem is that HRO got
wind of it and is sniffing around."
HRO. Human Resources Office. They hire you
and they fire you. Their special charge was
office discipline and the latest crusade was
the prevention of sexual harassment. I knew
all about their program, we'd all just had a
mandatory class a few weeks ago.
"So what do we do?" I felt dazed and off
centered, like a punch drunk boxer.
"I am already working on it." I looked into
her eyes. I'm glad she was on my side, she
made a formidable enemy. "I'll call you for
a meeting about 'the Johnson project' when
things are ready." I nodded and she
continued. "Then I want you to meet me in
Room 425."
"What's there?"
"Conference Room services. You'll see."
She gathered her coffee and gave me a sly,
sexy grin. "I think you'll even enjoy
yourself."
I looked at the lukewarm sludge that lay in
the bottom of my coffee cup. So much for
getting any work done this afternoon.
-=0=-
I stumbled through the afternoon. I played
solitaire and shuffled papers, anything that
would keep me from thinking about the fix I
was in. I chased my problems around my
mind, blaming myself, my wife, the women I'd
had sex with. Nothing seemed to give me any
reassurance. In short, I stewed.
When the phone rang, I jumped. Trying to
sound calmer than I felt, I answered, "Mr.
Williams."
"Mr. Williams, this is Ava from Mr. Bland's
office. Do you have a moment to meet with
him about the Johnson project?" Her voice
was smooth and confident.
Playing my part, I answered, "Sure."
"Great. He'll meet with you in Conference
room B on the fourth floor." <click>
I gathered myself before standing up. I had
no idea what plan Ava had going on the
fourth floor. Head erect, shoulders back, I
left my office looking like a man ready to
face his firing squad. I found the room
easily enough and let myself in.
Room 425 was the size of a broom closet and
was crammed from floor to ceiling with
electronic equipment. TV monitors and
recording devices hummed and blinked from
their places on the shelves. Ava joined me
within minutes. Without a word, she sat
down at the console and started pushing
buttons and flicking switches.
"I think that this should do it." She
sounded pleased with herself as she pointed
to one of the monitors.
A tall, well made blonde sat on a low couch
that sat against one wall. She wore a red
dress that looked about a size too small;
emphasizing the size of her bosom whenever
she took a breath. Her skirt crept up her
thigh, showing a great deal of her long
legs. I imagined that I could almost see
her garters when she sifted in her seat to
face the other woman. I recognized the
place as one of the interview rooms on this
floor. Ava told me that the blonde's name
was Carrie.
The other woman was no slouch in the looks
department either. Dressed in a
conservative white pant suit, her red hair
swept up in a graceful pile on her head, she
introduced her self as Dorothea Forman.
"Ms. Forman, I don't know where to start."
Carrie sounded embarrassed, almost
childlike.
"Please call me Dot. How can I help you,
Carrie?" Dot leaned forward and patted
Carrie's bare knee. Sitting back into her
chair, Dot, arranged a clipboard on her leg
and looked ready to take notes.
Carrie started telling Dot about how hard it
is to work in Shipping. "Well, I'm sure you
know how it is," she said. "The guys look
at your tits while they talk to you. And
you can feel their eyes glued to your ass as
you walk down the hallway."
Dot made sympathetic noises and encouraged
Carrie to continue.
"I could live with it, if that was all there
was." Carrie was warming to the topic,
leaning forward in her chair. Perched like
that, her dress billowed to allow a great
view of her lovely cleavage. My eyes zeroed
in on the inviting valley between her large
breasts.
"What else have they done to you?"
"Well, some of the guys think it's a laugh
to drop things in front of me, just so they
can watch me bend over." I can see why, I
thought to myself.
Dot seemed to check her notes. Looking up,
she asked Carrie another question. My heart
skipped a beat. Dot was asking Carrie about
the Information Management department. My
department. Carrie answered that she
hadn't. Shipping was in another part of the
large office complex our company occupied.
Shifting her legs, Carrie shot Dot a quick
look up her skirt. I had been right. She
was wearing garters! Leaning forward and
flashing a charming smile, Carrie asked why
Dot had asked about IM. Was there something
going on? The tone of the meeting changed
from an interview to a girl-chat.
I watched as Carrie started seducing Dot.
The conclusion was foregone. Dot had no
more chance of ignoring either Carrie's
charm or intent as I would have. Carrie
leaned closer to Dot, her tits almost
falling out of the tight dress. Without a
word, Carrie placed her hand behind Dot's
head and pulled her face in for a kiss.
Dot titled her face upward; her lips parted
from the kiss while Carrie silently
unbuttoned her suit jacket. Folding the
cups of Dot's lacy bra out of the way,
Carrie ran her tongue around the redhead's
large nipples before sucking one of the
erect nubs into her mouth. Dot groaned with
pleasure, pressing Carrie's face tighter
against her firm, pale breast.
While Carrie's lips switched from one breast
to the other, Dot started to unbutton the
blonde's dress. I murmured appreciatively
as I saw that Carrie was as well endowed as
her dress had led me to believe. Her tan
lines accentuated her large, almost
cantaloupe sized, tits. Pushing Carrie back
gently, Dot cupped the blonde's mounds,
lifting them to let her suck on their huge
swollen nipples.
Dot sucked and nibbled Carrie's nipples,
making the blonde squirm. At the same time,
Dot's hand traced the seam of Carrie's
stockings from the back of her knee up under
her tight dress. She must have found what
she was looking for because Carrie started
moaning breathlessly and rotating her hips.
Unsatisfied with the one sidedness of the
situation, Dot stood and pressed her body
against Carrie's. Pushing the blonde down
in to the chair, Dot sank to her knees
between Carrie's legs. Ava pushed some
buttons and another monitor came to life,
this one showing another angle. She zoomed
in until I could see Dot's small pink tongue
playing against Carrie's coral pussy lips.
Carrie spread her labia, stretching her cunt
hole wide for Dot's questing tongue. Dot
sucked Carrie's clit into her mouth and then
licked around the hole without touching it.
She teased Carrie like this for several
seconds before giving into Carrie's cries
and thrusting her tongue deep inside the
blonde's wet, gaping hole.
Both women seemed to be warming up quickly.
Carrie pulled Dot's face away from her lap.
I could see the juices glistening on Dot's
face before Carrie kissed her deeply. My
cock swelled as I watched Dot's pale body
lay on top of Carrie's tan limbs. Dot stood
once again and pulled Carrie over to the
couch.
Dot lay across the couch and, showing a
great deal of suppleness, spread her legs
wide. Her pussy didn't look shaved like
Carrie's but it was sparsely covered with
auburn curls. Her vulva was red and swollen
with lust. Dot watched hungrily as Carrie
disrobe and knelt on the couch.
Just as Dot had teased her, now Carrie
tantalized the redhead's pussy. She licked
and played her tongue across the sensitive
spots of Dot's body without giving her the
release she desired. Carrie spread Dot's
cunt lips and inserted a finger. After
wiggling the finger around, much to Dot's
delight, she pulled it back out and made a
great show of tasting the redhead's juices.
"God, you're so hot and sweet," Carrie said.
I realized that it was the first words
either of them had spoken since Carrie had
started the seduction.
The foreplay over, she climbed over Dot,
arranging herself in a 69 with the ready and
willing redhead. They started slowly, more
gentle with each other than a man would have
been. They stroked and caressed their
partner's twat; cooing and murmuring
endearments as they tasted each other.
Carrie started finger fucking Dot, sliding
one, then two, and finally three fingers
into the strawberry pie. Dot's hips
churned and pushed against Carrie's hand.
Dot's mouth was just as busy. Having licked
and sucked her way across Carrie's pussy, I
watched, eyes riveted to the monitor, as
Dot's tongue traveled up towards Carrie's
puckered asshole. First she only flicked
her tongue across the tight rosebud, teasing
the blonde with quick wet kisses. I thought
that she would soon return to Carrie's
dripping snatch but I was wrong. Dot's
tongue circled around Carrie's puckered
rosette, outlining it in shining saliva.
Finally she poked her tongue into Carrie's
anus.
Carrie rewarded her with a moan. Arching
her back, she allowed Dot to continue
rimming her. Dot licked some more, making
sure that Carrie's back door was ready
before inserting her fingers into the
blonde's anus. With her fingers knuckle
deep in Carrie's ass, Dot returned to eating
the blonde's shaven twat.
I didn't know how much longer they could
last. I was ready to blow my wad all over
the control panel and I was just watching.
Carrie was the first to climax, squeezing
her legs together to intensify the
sensations that washed through her body.
Dot's mouth, still trapped between Carrie's
thighs, continued its work but it wasn't too
much longer before Dot's body threw itself
upward, her back arched in a spasm of
pleasure.
I looked over at Ava. She was fingering
herself, cumming along with the two girls on
the monitor. The show ended with a tonsil
cleaning kiss, Ava punched another set of
buttons and ejected a video tape. I asked
her how she knew about this place and she
explained how all of the conference and
interview rooms had recorders that could be
used to record interviews and meetings.
Tapping the cassette against her palm, she
told me that the tape would definitely
convince Dot to suspend any investigation
she might be working on.
Leaning back in the little office chair, I
thought that the tape was all. We'd send an
anonymous note to Dot Forman with a threat
of exposure and that would be it. But Ava
had other ideas. Putting the tape in a blank
box, she laid out her idea. As I listened
to her plan I knew that I was in over my
head.
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