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Kristin and Mark didn't speak of the incident at all through the weekend. They did the usual chores , talked about work, and some minor house repairs. Kristin was confused. Mark didn't seem mad at her, instead, he was remarkably solicitous through the rest of the weekend. He cooked and did the dishes, hugged her through the night and into the mornings. She tried to initiate sex, but he seemed uninterested and unwilling. Not really rejecting her, per se, but the act perhaps. By Monday morning, they were back to their old routine, and Mark was up and out early again.

Kristin lay in bed wondering what to do. Last week she had planned for some time early this week for play during the day again. Her flexible, work from home independent contractor job, was nice for this, since she didn't have to punch a clock, only meet certain deadlines. But the events of the weekend had left her confused and she wasn't even sure she was in the mood. Slowly, she rose from bed and made her way to the shower. It had been nearly a week since she had shaved and trimmed, and so, in spite of no plan she carefully shaved her legs. As each stroke revealed the smooth, soft skin of her body, Kristin felt the uncertainty of the situation peel away. Mark had not seemed angry or upset. But it was clear that something about the encounter had bothered him. She wondered if perhaps he thought he had hurt her either emotionally or physically. Or maybe he was uncomfortable with that side of her. Or possibly, that side of him?

As she slowly lathered up her pubic area, Kristin's desire began to well up again. She replayed the feeling of being bent over the sink, and Mark's firm hands as he pounded her. She needed to be taken. To be fucked like that. And she would get what she wanted.

Having decided, in the shower, what she wanted for the day, Kristin donned another sundress. They were sexy, and made all kinds of things easy. Leaving her panties off, made her feel naughty and excited, ready for whatever she found that turned her on. She made a list of errands she needed to get done and she hopped into the car and headed off.

She started at the library, returning a few books and browsing a little in the new books section and the romance novel section. The place was dead, and while the idea of sex in the stacks was an ongoing fantasy, it wasn't going to happen this morning. She took a couple books to check out and then headed off to her next errand.

Her next stop was the office supply store. There were not many more people here, but she saw a businessman walking in just ahead of her. He looked to be about 45 years old, remarkably handsome with broad shoulders, a nice butt and a classic GQ face. He had on what were clearly the pants from a pricey suit and a red tie that screamed "power tie." She giggled a little as she imagined grabbing him by the tie and kissing him.

She maneuvered over to the businessman's aisle and pretended to browse the shelves. He was in the aisle with file folders, hanging folders, accordion folders and such. At first, he hardly registered her, but as she slowly browsed down the aisle, Kristin caught him taking a lingering look. When his eyes darted to her, she bent at the waist to look at something on the bottom shelf. She didn't really catch his expression, but when she straightened up and glanced over at him, he seemed much less focused on file folders. His glances her way became more frequent, and they lingered longer and longer. She smiled; it felt so good to see a man look at her that way.

Slowly, Kristin closed the gap between the two of them. He pretty much stayed put, pretending to carefully read each of the descriptions on boxes of file folders. When she only a few steps from him, she turned so that her back was to him and bent over again. She could see him turn and look at her ass. She straightened up again, and then turned to find him fiercely studying the product description of tabbed manila folders. "Do you see anything you like?" She asked, with just a playful hint in her voice.

Startled , the man turned and quickly said, "well, um, uh, I guess these will do." And with that, he walked away. Kristin realized that he probably didn't want to be caught ogling her, and frankly the office supply store was an unlikely place for a hook up. His lingering looks had been nice though. She enjoyed feeling desired.

After checking out at the office supply store, Kristin drove to a high rise office building to drop off the project she had completed the week before at the client's office. She certainly did not want to get involved with a client, and frankly, she giggled, Mrs. Torrent – the client - was really not her type. So Kristin had pushed the excitement from her flirting down while she drove to the building. As she came through the tunnel from the parking lot to the elevator lobby, she saw the man from the office supply store, now wearing his suit coat, just pushing the button to call the elevator. There was something about a suit that could just make her insides melt. She caught up and hopped on the carriage just behind him. His eyebrows rose as he pushed a floor two below her selection and he recognized her. "So," his voice more confident than in the store, "do you work here or are you just following me?" His slight chuckle at the end betrayed some hope in his voice that she was, indeed, following him.

Kristin held up the report, "I'm dropping this off to Torrent & Molden, I do freelance work." She looked at him and with her best flirty look said "Do you think there's anything I could do for you?" She almost winked at him, but decided that would be too forward.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile and he looked briefly at his watch. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a business card just as the elevator stopped at his floor. "I have a little time this morning, if you want to discuss..." he paused and gave her a look that almost stopped her heart "what you could do for me, stop by on your way out." He handed her the card and stepped of the elevator. The door closed as she watched him walk away.

Kristin's heart pounded with excitement. She took the card: Richard DeWitte was a lawyer, specializing in corporate contracts, and likely had no need for her type of work. THalche look he had given her was filled with desire and power. Almost as though he expected her to just follow him, right then. She was actually a little scared; this might be more than she bargained for.

As the doors opened on her floor, she got off and went to Kathy Torrent's office. "I've got your project all done" she announced as she poked her head through the door after her knock was answered.

"Oh good!" Kathy exclaimed, " I need that this afternoon for a meeting."

They chatted for a moment about the details and as they started to say goodbye, Kristin pulled out the business card and asked "Do you know anything about the lawyer, Richard DeWitte? I just met him in the elevator and he might have some work for me."

Kathy looked puzzled and then shrugged, "Well, he's incredibly successful and from what little I know, a pretty good guy. I've never heard any bad talk about him, although a few people have said he's quite the ladies man." Then she smiled conspiratorially, "Which is understandable, he's damn hot if you ask me." Her wink made them both giggle. Kristin's stomach was filling with butterflies as her mind contemplated stopping off on the way down. It was a little bit dangerous, and a lot a bit exciting. If she didn't like the situation, she could always just get up and leave.

Kristin took the elevator down the two floors and got off. Richard's office suite was larger than Kathy's, taking up nearly half the floor and the receptionist was a gorgeous young blonde woman. Kristin felt her excitement waiver. There is no way he was really attracted to me, he's probably banging his receptionist and half the women in this building. Her doubts made her stop about ten feet from the front desk. She was about to turn and run back to the elevator, when the receptionist said "Hi, can I help you find someone?"

Kristin took a deep breath, "Well, I met Mr. DeWitte on the elevator, and he suggested that he might have some freelance work for me?" She cursed herself inside for her little girl hopeful voice that had taken over.

But the receptionist only smiled and said "Oh, sure, I think he's free this morning, let me just buzz him."

A moment later, Kristin found herself being led back to a small executive lounge with huge windows looking out over the city. The room had a couch and few large soft chairs grouped around a low table. It was clearly the kind of place movers and shakers met to talk over big deals. She settled tenuously on the couch, unsure and somewhat out of her element. A few minutes later, Richard DeWitte entered the room and closed the door. He turned to face her and his eyes roved her body while his face registered a desire so burning and powerful that she felt it in the pit of her stomach. It sent tingles through her body. Their eyes locked and part of her wanted to stand and just grab him by his tie, but she resisted.

He sat down in one of the chairs opposite her. "I'm glad you stopped by, you've been on my mind since our meeting in the store this morning."

His voice was so even, that she could for a moment believe they were simply talking about the weather or something. "Oh? And what, exactly did you have in mind after meeting me in the store?" She asked, her eyes flitting from his face to the rest of his body.

He paused a moment, looking right into her eyes, clearly gauging a response and then with complete conviction said "Fucking you."

The words were so powerful, his gaze so revealing, and so in tune with her thinking that they caught her completely off guard. Kristin's mouth opened, and while she wanted to be cool and say something like 'well, what's stopping you big boy' what came out was simply, "Well, OK." Her face flushed red with embarrassment, not at accepting his invitation, but because she wanted to appear more sophisticated.

Richard stood, his erection now apparent in his suit pants, and with one swift motion kicked the coffee table between them out of the way. Kristin began to stand and he reached his arm behind her and pulled her up against him. She could feel his bulge pushed against her, as his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her against him. Richard began to kiss her with a firey passion she had only read about. His tongue delved deep and swirled with hers, while his lips pressed firmly against her mouth. She moaned with her desire.

Richard's hands began to slide and caress her body. Gathering the fabric of her skirt, he slid one hand under it and grasped her bare ass. His moan registered his surprise at her lack of panties, while Kristin's echoing whimper revealed her pleasure from feeling his hands upon her bare skin. The stood, embracing, his hands roving her body at will, for another moment. Their passionate kisses punctuated by their moans of pleasure.

Slyly and swiftly, Richard unzipped the back of her dress and deftly released the clasps of her bra. Taking one step back, his fingers brushed up her bare spine and swept the material off her shoulders. With a shrug, Kristin aided the maneuver and her dress and bra fell to the floor, circling her feet. She stood, naked, before him.

Kristin did not wait; she reached out and grabbed his belt and pants. Her fingers trembling with fear, excitement and desire, she began to open the package she wanted. Richard reached out and gently began to caress her bare breasts, sending shivers of pleasure through her nipples and spine. His fingers began to tease and tweak at her hardening nipples and Kristin began to find it difficult to concentrate on the buckle and buttons. She was nearly ready to give up, when his pants opened and began to slide down, revealing his dark blue boxers and his thick cock poking through the opening.

Smiling, she pushed the waistband down until it fell around his ankles. Her fingers reached out and wrapped around his shaft. She looked up into his face. His eyes danced with happiness and enjoyment as they met hers. Stepping even closer to her, he gently pushed her back onto the couch, where she fell, sprawling slightly against the back. Richard stood above her, and quickly shrugged off his coat and removed his tie. Kristin watched, her fingers dancing across her body as he revealed his by taking off his shirt. His body was athletic, she could see the sinewy muscles of an active man. His shoulders were broad, with just a little definition. His cock, now sticking out of his fly completely, was thick and throbbing with his heartbeat. Her fingers slid to her pussy and began to caress her lips and tease her clit.

Her heart raced as she felt Richard's eyes ravish her body. She ached to feel his hands and cock take her the way his gaze had. And then he knelt between her legs, one hand grabbing behind each knee, pushing her further onto her back, and spreading her wide before him. Her mind willed his cock toward her pussy, wanting to be filled by its thickness. But then his head bent and his mouth found her mons. He kissed the soft pad of flesh, just above her slit and then followed the crease of her leg, his lips brushing the freshly shaved sensitive skin of her sex, teasing her with what might come. Down one side, until he kissed the place between her ass and pussy. Then back up the other side. "Please," Kristin moaned and gasped, "lick me there."

Richard looked up at her briefly, a wicked smile on his lips. His head bent and his tongue just barely touched her between her pussy and ass. Slowly, so slowly that she wanted to scream, and lightly, so lightly that at times she thought he wasn't even touching her, his tongue slid up along her slit. As he reached the top, where her aching clit was screaming for his attention, it disappeared. Kristin gasped "please....please..." she begged.

Again, Richard's tongue began the slow, long lick from her ass. He pressed only slightly harder this time, the torture was exquisite. Kristin wanted to reach down and grab his head and push him into her. Her clit was aching with desire, and he pussy wanted something in it: something thick and hard.

As he finished his third wicked teasing lick, he paused then swirled his tongue around her clit. His lips closed against her, and she felt him sucking her clit against his tongue. Her body began to shake, and her hands closed over his head to urge him deeper.

She felt his hand leave her right thigh and grasp her wrist. He firmly guided her hand to her leg. Kristin took the hint and let his head go, his tongue still swirling around her clit, she was beginning to feel the warm, deep sensations of her building orgasm. His hands slid down her legs as she took up the duty of holding them up and apart, spreading herself open for him. As he reached her crotch, she felt his finger slide into her pussy. "Yesssss..." she hissed as he filled her.

Richard's tongue and lips continued their attention to her clit as he began to finger fuck her. First one, then two fingers slid in and out of her pussy. Kristin could feel her juices running down her ass as her whole existence vibrated with her arousal. And when his finger brushed her anus, she squealed. She had never been touched there before and the sensation shot through her with pleasure and some fear. But she could hardly find a way to make words as his tongue and fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She simply acquiesced to the new sensation, and the pleasure it brought as his finger began to penetrate her tight ass.

The fingers in her pussy found her g-spot and Kristin exploded. Her hips bucked against the intruding fingers and his face. She could only gasp and grunt as her body overwhelmed her mind with intense pulses of orgasmic pleasure. She came so hard it almost hurt.

As her hips slowed and her breathing followed, she felt his tongue and fingers leave her. His hands slid up her inner thighs, and then back down until he grasped her hips. She looked down and saw that his boxers had been pushed to the floor. His balls, full and heavy, were covered in a dark fur, matching his original hair color. His cock thick and purple betrayed his excitement. He entered her swiftly and easily, his firm hands pulling her hips against him.

Kristin dropped her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His eyes were closed as hips and body fell into a building rhythm. With each thrust he pounded into her with greater force and speed. His cockhead hit her g-spot each time and she began to feel herself beginning to ride the wave of a second orgasm. His face registered only the exquisite joy of the sensation and she could hear his breaths coming faster and deeper.

And then, swiftly, he stopped. His hands prying her legs off him he stood suddenly and Kristin, her eyes wide and desperate, cried "Wait, why?"

Richard's face showed the difficulty he faced in deciding to stop, but his hand reached out to her. She took it, confused and almost desperate. He led her to the window and then turned her and pushed her toward it. His hands grasping her waist, he growled, "Spread your legs for me."

Kristin complied almost automatically and leaned against the cool glass, supported by her hands. God yes, her mind raced. She felt so richly slutty, seeing the city spread out before her, as she was spread for him. Knowing that people in some of the buildings around her might be able to see her getting fucked hard made her both terrified and uniquely aroused. Richard grasped her hips and he thrust himself deep into her again, his movements forceful and passionate. Kristin pushed back against him, her chest meeting the glass as his force pounded into her again and again. She began to shake with another orgasm, as her mind fantasized about people in the offices across the city watching their wanton display.

Just as she was about to cum, he stopped and slipped out, "Nooooo...keep going" she hissed as his hand left her hip.

Then Kristin felt his cock pushing her ass cheeks apart. "Wait..." she panted, unable to move because she was off balance against the glass, "I...I've never..." she stuttered.

She wasn't sure she was willing to be fucked there, but the idea also aroused her and then Richard hissed "This is what crossed my mind in the store, fucking your gorgeous ass, you little slut...."

His words shot through her light lightning. Kristin's sex throbbed at being called a slut and her ass tingled as she felt his head begin to push against her tight opening. She pushed back against him as he slid deeper and deeper into her. The pain of his thick cock in her tight ass made her gasp and whimper, but her mind grasped upon how amazing it felt to hear him want her so fully. She needed this, to be used, taken in every hole, by a strong man who wanted her.

Kristin dropped one hand from the window, supporting herself against it with her chest and shoulder. She began to finger herself, finding her sensitive clit first and then sliding deeper to fill her pussy. She could feel Richards cock through the back wall of her tunnel as it began to slowly slide in and out of her aching ass. He started with short, gentle strokes, but his speed and intensity grew with each thrust. As her pain gave way to pleasure and her fingers found her spot, Kristin exploded her orgasm like none she had experienced before. She could hear Richard groan as her hips rolled and bucked against him. She felt his hands pull her against him as he filled her dark tunnel with his cum.

In a moment she was spent, her body wracked with the pleasure of orgasm, his cock softening in her ass. Her breath began to slow as he slipped from inside of her. She scanned the buildings and streets below, to see if anyone was watching. But none were easily identifiable. Richard stepped away from her slightly sore ass. Kristin slowly stood and turned around, her holes dripping with their cum. He looked at her, somewhat sheepishly, similar to the startled look when she had asked him in the store if he saw anything he liked.