DAY THREE
I strode into work confidently that day. Cumming all over a co-worker tends to have that effect. I walked over to my desk; Trista was already sitting at her desk and looked up at me with that naughty little smile of hers. I pictured our time in the warehouse yesterday and got an erection almost instantly. Though I had never actually seen her naked, it felt as if we had sex; it was so erotic.
She saw my dick bulging through my jeans and giggled, "Only 9:00 and you're already this horny. Boy, it's going to be a long day for you, huh?"
I returned the chuckle, "Seeing you, I can't help but get hard."
"Well, I'll be pretty busy, today. I doubt we can have another play time."
Visibly disappointed, I sat down. "Aww, you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted," she smiled and continued on with her work.
Just then, my intercom buzzed and Cassie's voice came through, "Greg, could you come see me in my office, please?"
Trista looked over her glasses at me, "Has someone been a bad boy?" The way she drew the words out made more blood flow to my cock.
"I think we both know the answer to that question," I winked at her. Trista still had no idea that I had video footage of our boss, Cassie, masturbating and watching porn. There was no reason to tell her.
"Be right in," I said back over the intercom.
As I told Cassie the last time I saw her, I had thought more about what she would have to do to get me to delete the video. I closed the door as I walked in to her office. Turning around, I smiled at her. "So, we need to talk, Greg," Cassie started. "I had accounting put your raise through, so I think it's more than fair that you delete that video, now."
She stared at me, waiting for an answer. "I appreciate the raise, Cassie, but do you know what's really nice in the workplace? Perks." I reached over and locked the door.
I looked her up and down, though she had a slight figure, her breasts were proportionally large. Her face was flawless, without a single blemish. I'd gotten lost, admiring it in meetings before. Her brown hair was just the right combination of frizzy and curly and it was let down today, I imagine because of her worry about the video.
She looked confused, and seemed to not understand that I meant sexual perks.
"What I'm saying is I'd like to have a look at those tits of yours." She bolted up from her seat, looking shocked. Her little mouth opened as wide as she could open it.
"You're married!" she gasped. "...And I have a boyfriend," she continued. "This is completely unprofessional! I'll not have one of my employees sexually harassing me. This job is not worth enduring that type of violation!" She was outraged and unintentionally puffed out her chest. God, it turned me on. Her tits strained the fabric around them. I followed the seams of her blouse down with my eyes to the sides to her narrow little waist, which gave way to sizable hips. She had on a little black, pencil skirt that hugged her hips tight and I could see the outline of her panties on the side.
"Oh, but remember, it isn't just this job that would be ruined for you because of this video. Keep your perspective, now. Your career would be ruined. Your boyfriend that you seem so worried about would not be happy that you don't seem to find him satisfying enough. Your family would disown you. Your friends would be appalled. And I have a lot more basis for claiming that you sexually harassed me, than the other way around. So, I would think long and hard about how much you want a normal life. I'll even give you a chance to think about it. At lunch time, you will call me into your office, and you will tell me whether you want to accept my offer or not. And it will involve more than just looking."
With that, I approached her, slowly, as she backed up toward the filing cabinets behind her. She stopped as she was pushed up against the cabinets and I slowly put my hands on the cabinets on either side of her, looking down at her. "I promise, you'll look back on your life a year from now and be glad you didn't choose to ruin it, forever. Besides, I'll satisfy you in ways your boyfriend never could." I slowly combed my fingers through her sexy, brown hair, and backed up toward the doorway.
Her makeup was smeared as she was quietly crying. The tears only made her flawless skin shimmer more and I wanted to play with her right there, but I wanted to make her choose to have me take her. Taking in her sexy body one more time, I turned and left, returning to my desk.
ANOTHER REWARD FROM TRISTA
After having been at my desk for a while, I heard the radio in Cassie's office turn on. I found it hard to believe she was working, but perhaps she was trying to distract herself from her present predicament.
Trista looked over at me after rolling her eyes. "Man, I hate her stupid music. I'm never going to get anything done with this playing. Any chance you can work your magic again?"
"It depends, what's in it for me this time?" I retorted. I had higher standards this time, since things were looking up for me.
"How about an encore of our little session yesterday?" she said with big eyes. Admittedly that sounded excellent. The thought of coating her, up and down, in my warm cum made my dick so hard it hurt. But I wanted to push for more.
"That sounds nice. But, how about we get a little more adventurous?" She looked conflicted and bit her lip. Even when she wasn't trying, she oozed sexuality. "I don't know. I thought about it some more. I mean you are married. I don't know how much further I want to take this." I waited on edge as she thought some more. "OK. Since you're being so patient, I have an idea. How sure are you that you can get the radio turned off, again?"
"100% positive," I replied confidently.
"Then, turn it off and meet me in the supply closet."
"You got it," I eagerly replied. We both got up and I quickly walked to Cassie's office.
I tried to turn the knob on Cassie's door, but it was locked. I knocked on the door, "Cassie, it's Greg." After a few seconds, I heard a click and she opened the door slowly. I walked right past her and over to the radio. Clicking it off, I said, "Sorry, but some of us are distracted by this." As I started back toward the door and caught a glance of her computer. I couldn't believe what I saw, she had been looking at porn again!
I looked from it to her and she shrugged. "I can't get in a worse situation, so why not enjoy myself, right?" she said, looking flustered. She must have been really into it when I came in. This excited me, but I didn't have time for it right now.
"I like your attitude, sweet tits. I'd like to hear that later." She looked like she had something to say, but I was too eager to see what Trista had in store. Instead of waiting to hear what she had to say, I walked out, spanking her ass on the way out. She flinched, but she didn't say anything as my hand lingered and squeezed her left cheek.
Briskly walking out, I felt like a million bucks. I had my control freak of a boss right where I wanted. It was only a matter of time until she would have to give in to me, sexually. I paused as I arrived in front of the supply room closet. My dick swelled, again, as I thought of what Trista would be into. Aside from her grinding me while giving me a lap dance, we still had not physically touched. I was hoping that would change now. What I would give to take her from behind.
I promptly went inside, then locked the door. The lights were off, but I knew she was inside and waited for her to tell me what to do. It was thrilling.
"So, I remembered part of an old Halloween costume I had in the trunk of my car and thought it would be a fun little addition. Why don't you turn on the lights?" Reaching over, I hit the lights and could think of only a few things which I would have rather looked up to. She had cleared off the old desk sitting in the middle of the room and was sitting on top of it with her legs stretched across its length. She was wearing black fishnets stockings that hugged her legs all the way up to her black lace panties. The fishnet must have been from the old costume. Her white blouse was completely unbuttoned, though each side covered most of her tits, I could see that she didn't have a bra on!
It was all I could do to contain myself from pouncing on her there and then. I almost came right there at the thought of getting to see her tits. My wife's tits are great, but the thrill of seeing another pair for the first time in a long time was invigorating. Sure, I had cum all over her yesterday, but somehow this was different. She may be exposing herself even more to me. She had let her hair down from the her high ponytail, but kept her horn-rimmed glasses on.
"Why don't you join me up here?" she teased. She grabbed a flap of her blouse and tugged it over her breast, hiding more of her chest from me. As I took a step toward her, however, she gently fanned it out, then quickly back in, almost flashing me her whole breast. Closing it back, she buttoned one button to keep the flaps closed for now, then rolled on her side facing me. As I arrived at the side of the desk, she put a finger on my chest, stopping me. "You won't be needing those," she drug her finger down my chest and continued to my jeans, brushing the outside around my dick.
