Ken Long
Office sex lover
CHAPTER ONE
Sally Nichols woke up to the shattering sound of the alarm clock.
Groggily, she forced her eyes open to face a new day.
Silence, when she stopped the ringing, was heavenly. Stretching her arms above her head, she could feel life spreading through her body. Her bedroom was cool and Sally felt her red nipples hardening as they came in contact with the air.
She went into the bathroom and, wrapping a turban towel around her blonde hair, hopped under the shower. Hot needle points of the water slapping against her skin woke her completely.
Out of the shower, she dried herself, then walked, naked, back into the bedroom. Gloriously nude in front of her full-length mirror, she surveyed herself.
Sally was just twenty-four years old; she had to admit she was beautiful. Her face was perfectly sculptured with a peaches and cream complexion that some women envied. Framing her face were her soft, billowy locks of hair, the color of harvested wheat. Sally's breasts also were beautiful; large (but not too large) mounds of soft, white flesh capped with the reddest of nipples that just begged to be sucked. Sally looked lower, down past her slim, flat stomach to hips that flared in a gentle curve, between which her large triangular patch of pubic hair barely concealed the pink, hair-lined outer lips of her sweet cunt.
As she stared at her cunt in the mirror, her legs involuntarily spread open. Through languorously drooping lids Sally saw her right hand move lightly down her belly to cup the soft, hair-covered mound. Desire raced through her thrilling body as she lightly manipulated her throbbing clit with the tip of her index finger.
As she massaged her hairy gash, Sally opened her legs wider, feeling the warm juices of her cunt oozing from her warm, wet hole.
Keeping her hand pressed against the mound of her twat, she flopped sensuously onto the bed, pulled her knees up and let her thighs fall open to give her access to every fraction of an inch of her inflamed cunt.
Soft moans of passion escaped from her throat as she continued to stimulate the hot, pink flesh of her vagina. Leaving her clit, she moved her hand a bit lower until her fingers were pressing against the palpitating flesh of her actual cunt hole. Deliberately, she inserted one finger into the humid depths of her vagina, thrilling to the sensation of her nail scraping against the fleshy walls.
As she finger-fucked her twat, her other hand came up to grasp the twin mounds of her quivering breasts. At the same time, the wetly pink tip of her tongue came out to play along her lips, moistening them with saliva until they glistened erotically in the light. Three fingers slammed in and out of her dripping hole, and her ass rocked on the bed as she tried to move deeper and deeper inside her womanly orifice.
Breath coming in quick gasps; body aflame with desire; orgasm approaching, she frantically finger-fucked her twat, sawing deeper and deeper into the inner recesses of her drenched vagina.
"Oh, just a little more," she groaned to herself, "just a little more. Oh, oh God, now, now… oh, oh, yes, yes, yes…"
As the volcanic waves of her orgasm wracked her body, she felt, her hand being soaked with the ocean of pent-up pussy cream that flooded from her throbbing, quivering hole.
Her fingers, still pressed deep inside her snatch, slowly emerged from the warm depths, covered with her slimy outpouring. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she was like a cat with a bowl of cream, leisurely licking the warm come from her hand, relishing the taste of her own pussy, until she had lapped up every delicious ounce.
Looking over to the clock, her eyes opened wide in surprise. In ten minutes, she was supposed to be at the office! Up from the bed, she ran to her bureau to snatch a lacy black bra and a pair of matching panties. Never knowing what each day held in store, she always tried to wear the most seductive underwear she could afford.
After stepping into the panties she then put on her bra, fastening it in back, then, bending over, she let the warm creamy mounds of her boobs spill into the waiting cups.
She dressed slowly, looking at herself in the mirror. Satisfied, she walked to the closet and took a deep red minidress from its hanger. Cut deep in the front, it showed off an ample portion of the lush flesh of her breasts to any man or woman who cared to look. After taking a brush to her hair one more time, she was finally ready to leave for work.
She made sure the door was locked, then left her apartment for the elevator.
As she left the building, she luxuriated in the feel of the bright summer sun splashing against her body. She walked the two blocks down the street to her office, conscious of the admiring glances that came her way from the people she passed. Taking a deep breath, she forced even more of her soft breasts up through the cut in her dress.
Although only a secretary for stock brokers Brown and Williams, the job had its advantages, she was able to increase her salary through a lot of the stock tips filtering into her office.
Sitting at her desk, she pulled a stack of papers from her in box and began typing the day's assignments.
"Good morning, Sally," came a voice. "Been here long?"
Turning around, she saw the junior member of the firm, Mr. Williams.
"As a matter of fact," she said softly, "I just got here. I hope you don't mind that I was late again." Mind hell, she thought. As long as I keep fucking for him, he couldn't care less if I come in at all.
"Mind?" he said. "Why should. I mind? I thought we had an understanding."
Licking her lips suggestively, Sally said, "Oh, we do, Mr. Williams, we do."
"That's what I wanted to hear," he said, vanishing inside his office.
As she got back to her typing, she became more and more aware of the itch that was growing between her legs. Shit, she thought. I must really be turning into a fucking nympho.
Just then, the intercom on her desk buzzed.
"Yes, Mr. Williams?" she said into it.
"Sally, would you mind coming in here for a moment? I have some dictation for you."
For appearance's sake, she picked up her tablet and pencil as she got up from her desk. She knew what kind of dictation he had for her and she knew that she would need neither the pencil nor the tablet.
"Come in," he said, after she went through the formality of knocking on the door.
Sally entered his office and, as usual, locked the door. Sitting down in the chair in front of his desk, she awaited her dictator's orders.
Clearing his throat, Williams said, "Miss Nichols, I would now like you to slowly strip yourself naked. Afterwards you will get my cock ready to fuck that hot little cunt of yours."
Smiling knowingly, Sally put down her pencil and paper and stood in front of him. She reached behind her to pull down the zipper of her dress, the soft, metallic hiss erotic in the silence of the room. She bent forward, letting the dress slide down her body until it fell in a heap at her ankles on the thickly carpeted floor.
Although he'd had her as a secretary for five months, the sight of her body never failed to stimulate Williams' carnal instincts. Already, the sight of her displayed before him in bra and panties made his prick harden, pressing against the material of his trousers.
Sally smiled at him as he sat behind the desk watching her every move. His eyes stared directly at her body as she reached behind again to unhook her bra. As she pulled the straps from her shoulders, she kept the cups pressed firmly against the creamy flesh of her tits until, in one great motion, she pulled the garment away and tossed it to the floor. Smilingly, she teased him by cupping her mounds in her hands, then gently kneading and squeezing the soft flesh until he thought he would go out of his voyeuristic mind.
Now came the part that Sally loved best. Walking around to the side of his desk where he could see the floor, she lay on the carpet, feeling the softness pressing against her back. As he watched her, she spread her legs so he could see the cunt-juiced crotch of her panties.