She shuddered and groaned. His hips thrust underneath her as his hands raised her up off him, then slammed her back down. He repeated this several times, then pulled her off, sitting her back on the desk. He released her nipple, grinning lustily, and shoved his pants down.
"Turn around, Tam, honey, and lean over the desk."
Tamara slid off the desk, shakily, and did as he asked, presenting him and the camera with a full, sensual view of her butt and pussy as she spread her legs. "You wanna fuck me from behind?" she asked, her voice deep and sexy. She wiggled her ass and giggled softly.
Jake laughed. "Yeah. I wanna fuck you this way first. Then I'll fuck you any way you want." He slid his cock into her pussy, grabbing hold of her hips. He began to move, slowly, sliding in and out of her body, maddeningly slow. Tamara moaned.
"What? You want it faster, baby?" Jake asked, his voice low and rough. "Want me to do it harder?"
Tamara groaned softly, nodding.
Jake continued his slow attack on her pussy. "If you want it, Tam, say it."
She wiggled a little, her breasts brushing against the papers littering the desk.
"Harder," she managed. "Really hard."
Jake laughed. "You like it rough, huh?" He slid out of her, waited a moment, then slammed into her, hard. He began a quick pace, each thrust driving deep into her, and making her squeal. He liked the sound of her, and gripped her hips hard, pounding her faster. "Like this?" he grunted.
"Yes…" Tamara moaned, panting, between squeals. "Hard. Fuck me hard."
She gasped sharply as another spasm wracked her body, "Yeah … fuck me harder!
Harder! Gods, Jake, harder!"
Jake grunted, slamming into her body as hard as he could, impaling her on his shaft, quicker and quicker as her screams filled his ears. Her body shook under him, and he felt her insides clutch at him as she came again, bathing his cock in hot wetness. He groaned, loudly, as his own body shuddered, and exploded into her suddenly as he hilted himself inside her. He yelled, shaking, then collapsed atop her.
They lay that way, half on, half off the desk in his office for several minutes.
Jake kissing Tamara's sweat dampened neck.
Finally, Jake rose off her, and pulled himself out. Tamara moaned. He slid his hands under her and gently turned her over, gathering her trembling body up in his arms as he slumped into his desk chair.
"That-" he finally managed to say, "-was fantastic."
Tamara cuddled into him, and he held her in his chair for a while, enjoying the feel of her soft, hot body against his.
Tamara smiled, kissing his cheek. "Yes," she whispered. "It was."
"I waited too damn long to do that," he said. "Too damn long."
Tamara nodded.
Jake grinned. "You're a great fuck, Tamara," he said. "I'm gonna have to do this again."
Tamara giggled softly. "So are you, Jake. So am I."
Jake laughed. "Guess I'm not gonna get any work done today, huh?" His hand traveled over her shoulder to cup her breast. "With you around, it's gonna be really hard to, you know?"
Tamara giggled again. "Yeah. Really hard."
PICTURE PERFECT
Tamara walked down the hallway, towards the hanger her ship was docked in for repairs. As she did, she passed the offices of M amp;T Towing. The door opened, and a light brown haired Terran man stepped out. He grinned.
"Hey, sexy."
Tamara turned, and smiled. "Hey, yourself."
He leaned against the door to the office. "How goes the repairs?"
"Almost done," she winked at him. "Although it took longer than we expected."
He grinned. "Got anywhere to be right away?"
Tamara shook her head. "Not really. I was just going to check on the Pegasus."
He chuckled, looking her over slowly.
She was wearing a tight black lace-up corset, which left her midriff and a good majority of her cleavage bare. Matching this were a pair of tight black leather pants, slit up both legs and laced together, from ankle to waist. They were tucked into a pair of black, spike heeled boots.
"Okay," he said, "How about coming into the office for those pictures we discussed?"
Tamara smiled. "I don't even know your name."
He laughed. "I'm the 'M' in M amp;T Towing. Mason."
She walked over to him. "Nice to meet you, Mason."
He hooked an arm around her waist and propelled her into the office, chuckling.
As the door closed behind them, Mason turned her to face him, kissing her. His hands immediately went to cup her breasts, rubbing his thumb over her nipples.
Tamara moaned softly, her nipples hardening under his touch. She explored his mouth with her tongue as he pushed her across the room, into the wall near the door. His hands squeezed her breasts, and he pressed his hips into hers. She could feel the hardness of his arousal against her own sensitive body. He continued to kiss her, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth now as his hips rocked against hers.
Finally, he released her lips, and kissed a trail down her chin, over her neck, to the end of the lace between her breasts. He took it in his mouth and tugged.
Tamara moaned softly as the lace loosened and her corset came free, slipping down slightly. He stepped back and away from her and grinned.
Tamara opened her eyes and looked at him, moaning softly, flushed and warm.
He chuckled, walking across the office and digging in a locker. "I had an idea for our pictures."
Tamara blinked a few times, recovering. She grinned. "What?" She followed him, curiously.
Mason turned around with a white t-shirt in his hands. "Advertisement, for one." He tossed the shirt to her. "Here, put that on."
Tamara laughed. "You want me to advertise your service?"
He nodded, watching her, smiling. "Yeah. I figure our logo would look great across your chest. People would notice anyway."
She unfastened the corset the rest of the way and took it off, watching his face as she did so. His eyes widened a little, glittering with lust. She grinned, slowly putting on the shirt, letting it slide down slowly over her full round breasts. It was a touch too small, tight, the shadows of her nipples visible under the straining white material. 'M amp;T Towing Company' was now stretched across her chest, and Mason grinned.
"Yeah," he said softly, stepping towards her, reaching out to rub his fingers over her nipples, causing them to harden under the material.
Tamara gasped, smiling, and thrusting her chest out proudly. "You like?" she breathed, stepping towards him, brushing his logo across his chest.
Mason chuckled, pushing away from her. "Immensely, sexy," he said, "But I wanna get these pictures taken first." He opened a cabinet and began to set up some professional looking camera equipment. He looked over at her and grinned.
"Call it a turn on."
Tamara laughed, enjoying his reaction as the logo undulated. She slid her hands over her breasts, slowly, down her stomach to the waistband of her pants. "Want me to take these off yet?"
Mason shook his head. "Nah. Not yet. I want some pictures of you like that."
He looked around, and pointed to a large mock-up model of one of the towing ships. "Stand over there."
Tamara giggled again, and walked across the office towards the model. She moved behind it, and rested her breasts atop it, throwing her head back, the logo clearly visible. Mason grinned, snapping pictures.
She moved around the model, leaning against it, one hand caressing the ship, the other hooked in the waistband of her pants. Mason snapped a few more pictures and said, "Straddle it. It's sturdy."
Tamara giggled, and climbed atop the model, scooting up against a large cylindrical object which protruded from the roof of the ship. She giggled, wrapping a hand around it, and turning towards the camera. Mason laughed. "You want to do anything with that radio array?"