*Thanks to my own personal editor. It means the world to me that you would help.*
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Harder and faster he moved into her. She looked over her shoulder begging him to give her the release her tormented body was craving. There were no words just him pounding into her aching pussy, driving into her with such force. She couldn't help but cry out with every thrust. His eyes looked into hers, she felt his need his deep desire. Soon she heard him whisper, soon.
Then there was noise, a very loud beeping invading Sarah's ears. What the she thought and then realized it was her alarm clock. She had been having the most erotic dream so far. Damn she had been so close to finding her release, her body still burned with the need for it. Taking another glance at the clock she decided she had time to enjoy what had been started. Resting her head back onto the pillow her hands moved under the covers.
One hand closing over her breast, pulling and tugging on it, while the other hand moved between her legs. It slipped under her panties, feeling her wetness almost instantly. Her dream had really done a number on her body. She could feel her little nub already hard and peaking out, welcoming her touch. Her fingers began rubbing, she had never felt so slick, so uncontrollably horny. Then she dared to move lower, one finger finding its way into her warmth as she felt her other hand tightening around her breast.
Sarah's fingers worked her body into a frenzy; she could feel her orgasm moving closer. Her breathing was harsher, her body tightening. All she could think about was her boss. She could remember her dream, looking back seeing Mr. James pushing his thick cock into her waiting cunt. He filled her so perfectly, each thrust stretching her tightness. His eyes looking into hers and taking what he wanted. Sarah cried out, her finger felt her juices flowing around them. Her voice filled her bedroom.
Waiting for her body to calm down, her breathing to return to normal Sarah stared up to the ceiling. Her thoughts a jumble, she wondered why she had such a fascination with her boss. She wanted to know why he intrigued her more then any other man ever had. What was it about him that made him become the man of her fantasies? She was an attractive woman and could have her fair share of guys it was just him and his dark looks that she felt pulled to. He had this confidence, this style that she wanted to know more about. She shook her head and cleared her thoughts, she'd find out about him soon enough.
Getting up from the bed she moved into the bathroom and began to get herself ready for her job. She went through her normal morning routine, pulling her hair back, washing her face, brushing her teeth. She wore very little makeup and had skin so many of her friends envied. It was soft and her features very classic. Sarah then walked to her closet and searched for the clothes of the day she found a soft blue outfit that was one of her favorites. She laid it on the bed and found her slip, bra, panties, garter, and stockings.
Putting on her matching light blue bra, panty, and garter set. She couldn't help but look at her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't a self absorbed girl by any nature but this color always seemed to offset her eyes and add the extra sparkle. Sarah smiled and sat on the edge of her bed to put on her stockings. After fixing them to the garter she went back to put on her little bit of make up and fix her hair. She always wore it with long curls; most of the time pulled up and today was no exception.
She had felt that with her hair down she seemed to not be taken as seriously. It still amazed her so she often downplayed her sexuality. Tonight though at the club she thought she would not have that problem. Still Sarah wasn't sure what to expect. What kind of place it was, she was still very naïve in that aspect. Her experience was limited to sex in the bedroom and very little else where. She decided that she wouldn't worry about it, she'd be professional and everything would fall into place.
She finished dressing, put on her shoes and headed into her kitchen to have some coffee and something to eat. Looking at the clock Sarah saw the time and headed for the door. She left her house and got to the office before Mr. James. She sat down; her hands making sure her skirt hadn't ridden up to too high. Turning on her computer and checking her voice mail she wrote down the various information she got on an article she was writing. She began writing a story about fashion, what new styles were in. Her mind though kept drifting away to tonight and what would happen. It was then she saw him, Mr. James.
"Good morning Sarah. How is everything today?" he said standing by her desk.
"Good morning Mr. James, everything is just fine. Anything I can get for you?" she asked.
He smiled seeming to think about that question and then spoke. "I want you to do a little research on Mr. Michael Richards before we meet this evening. I believe he is frequenting this club you and I will be attending and would like to know more about his activities," he said winking.
