Office Games

"Sarah could you come into my office and take dictation" asked Bruce.

"I'll take it anywhere you want," replied Sarah playfully. Bruce put the phone down and sat back awaiting Sarah's arrival. Sarah had been Bruce's secretary for over five years, and he had become used to her teasing. However, he had always wondered what she would be like as a lover. Their relationship had always been friendly, but professional, in spite of Sarah's love for short skirts. Over time, Bruce had seen most of her legs without actually catching a glimpse of her underwear, in spite of his best efforts. Sarah opened the door and marched into the office. “Where would you like me?" she asked. Bruce motioned to the chair opposite him, and Sarah sat down. As she settled into her chair, Bruce completed his usual appraisal of her appearance. White vee necked semi transparent blouse, and neat white bra. He wondered if he was imagining the two dark rings on the bra where the peak of each breast pushed at the soft white fabric. Her classic black and white checked skirt was shorter than normal, allowing him a good view of her upper thighs. She tapped her pencil onto her note pad, her signal that she was ready for him.

Bruce always had difficulty switching from observing, to dictating, and today was no different. The view of Sarah's thighs was distracting, and he was having problems disguising it. He started to talk easing his embarrassment, as Sarah began to write her eyes were busy looking at her work, and she couldn't see Bruce gazing intensely at her thighs. The dictation began to flow, and considering his concentration was elsewhere Bruce was doing well. Sarah shifted her position slightly to her left, and crossed her legs. Bruce now had almost a full view of the outside upper thigh of Sarah's right leg. A dark band had appeared at the point at which her skirt was in contact with the chair, and at its shortest. She was wearing stockings! Bruce's voice broke for a moment as his emotions responded to this information. Sarah reacted to Bruce's change in tone, she caught him gazing at her upper thigh and she appeared to approve, taking no action to reduce the exposure. Bruce continued with his dictation. Sarah slid down slightly in her seat and uncrossed her legs. As she did so, Bruce got an unobstructed view of her inner upper thighs. A view which he found intoxicating, and fed into his feverish imagination. He wondered how he might get her to open her legs slightly, so that his view might extend to the top of her stockings, or even beyond.

As if Sarah was reading his thoughts, she lifted her pad slightly allowing a clearer view of her inner thighs. Bruce could now clearly see the top of Sarah's stockings. He strained his eyes, drinking in the sight of her milky white thighs. He wasn't sure if Sarah could see him looking, but he had now gone too far to care. His dictation again stumbled, and Sarah looked up catching his line of sight. Again she took no action other that to look down at her pad, allowing him to continue to feast his eyes. She adjusted her seating position slightly, and her skirt rode up a fraction. He could now see a pale outline of her uppermost inner thigh, and she appeared to be positioning herself to allow it. She was playing with him!

His dictation slowed, again Sarah looked up, again she took no corrective action. Instead she lay back slightly in her chair, and slowly opened her legs. Bruce's eyes slowly acclimatised to the light levels at the top of Sarah's inner thighs, and was rewarded with a view that he had thought that he would never see. Instead of seeing the white silky underwear he'd imagined so many times, Bruce had a clear view of Sarah's shaven vagina! The outer lips running down to where her bottom squeezed them together.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Sarah. Bruce blushed, but didn't look up. He was completely captivated by her display. She put down her pad, and lay back a little more in her seat, opening her legs a little further. Bruce could now see her vagina very clearly, her outer lips swollen with a trickle of juice evident towards her bottom. She reached beneath her skirt with her left hand and eased her finger lightly across her outer lips, opening them. The response was almost immediate, Bruce could now see Sarah's inner vaginal lips, and the clitoris hood. Her vagina open, and juice was flowing down from the inner lips onto the outer lips and down to her bottom. Bruce began to stand up, but was ordered by Sarah to stay where he was. She continued her exhibition, sliding a finger around her outer lips, onto her inner lips and beyond. She closed her eyes, and eased her finger into her vagina, teasing her clitoris with her thumb. Bruce had never seen such an erotic sight, and the pain in his loins was intense. However, he would have died rather than disturb what was going on in front of him. Sarah began to moan gently and Bruce knew that she was about to come. As she orgasmed, Bruce could see deep into her and wished that he could capture every ounce of her cum with his tongue. She removed her sticky fingers from her vagina and eased them up to her mouth, and carefully and slowly licked them clean.

She stood up from her chair, and for a second Bruce panicked, thinking that her display was over. However she walked around his desk towards him, and stood in front of him. Bruce was intensely aroused and held out his hands to touch her, but she moved his hands away. Sarah then unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to reveal a pretty white half cup bra, and perfect milky white breasts, the dark aureole around her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Using her hand she eased, first her left breast, then the right, out of their cups onto display. Her dark nipples were hard and protruding as she cupped each one in her hand. She played with each nipple in turn, using her finger and thumb, and they responded by growing even longer and ever more firm. Again she closed her eyes, and began to moan gently, in a few seconds her body shuddered a little as, again, she came. She then walked in front of Bruce, her vagina no more that inches away from his face, but covered from his gaze by her skirt. The air was heavy with the smell of her sex. Bruce could hardly contain himself from grabbing out at her, and exploring her for himself, but he was afraid of her reaction so he remained motionless, and completely transfixed by her. Sarah turned and slowly climbed onto Bruce's desk, kneeling with her bottom and vagina barely covered by her short skirt. She slowly leant forward onto her hands and her skirt rode up, first above her stockings, and then above her vagina and anus, which by now was covered with her delicious cum. Sarah rested her head on his desk stretching the cheeks of her bottom and exposing her cunt lips and anus.

"Lick me!" she demanded, Bruce was delighted to oblige. He grabbed her thighs roughly and pulled her towards his greedy tongue. She came almost immediately that Bruce entered her, and his tongue probed deeper and deeper into her to until all her juices were captured.

"Open my cunt and anus wide, I want you to see deep inside me" Sarah moaned. Bruce slid both hands up to Sarah's vagina and anus, and held her open. He just looked at her for several seconds, and described to her the beauty of the view in front of him. Eventually he took her clitoris between his lips and gently played with it, before again exploring her with his tongue. Sarah shifted with the initial sensation, but then pushed against him forcing him deeper into her. Finally she came in an explosive orgasm covering his face with her cum. Bruce was now desperate for Sarah's attention in his loins, and felt brave enough to risk all.

Bruce eased Sarah gently off the desk and she turned to face him. "I want you, I want to fuck you," said Bruce. "Then you must command me" replied Sarah. Bruce didn't quite understand, but he was beginning to relax enough to make demands of her.. "Unzip me" he said, and Sarah immediately responded. His fly undone, she then looked him squarely in the eye, and stopped. Bruce groaned! "Take my penis out, please" Bruce pleaded. "No, you must order me," replied Sarah with clear eye contact. Bruce's frustration began to show. "Take my penis out you bitch," he snapped. Sarah immediately complied, and held his rock hard organ in her hands. Bruce waited a short time for Sarah to begin proceedings, but in vain. "Sarah, what are you doing," he gasped. "Whatever you command me to," she replied. Bruce's frustration again boiled over, in a flash of temper. "Suck me, you fucking bitch," he screamed. She dropped slowly and sensuously to her knees, and began to tease his throbbing organ with her tongue. Slowly, but deliberately licking him from the base of his straining member to the very sensitive tip. She then opened her mouth and slowly slid him into her. He could hardly believe what he could see, her blouse was still opened allowing him a full view of her breasts, and she was sliding him into her mouth. The sensations emanating from his manhood, coupled with the view were causing wave after wave of desire. "Suck me deeper," he sighed, but Sarah continued to suck gently. "Suck me hard, you bitch," he rasped. Immediately, Sarah forced him deeper into her mouth. "Harder, harder," said Bruce. He could now see only a small fraction of his organ, the rest was deep inside Sarah's mouth and throat. He could feel the tightness of her throat gripping him hard, causing both, intense pleasure and pain. However, he had no intention of allowing this situation to end prematurely. He lay back and allowed Sarah to work hungrily on his manhood wondering how she could accommodate him fully in her mouth. She appeared to be showing him that she could, by easing him almost out of her mouth and then slowly but relentlessly back in until her lips were at the base of his member, at which point he was almost passing out from the sensations induced. After a little while, Sarah withdrew and looked up at him. Her manner suggested that she awaited new instructions.

"Sit on the desk, and open your legs," Bruce ordered. Sarah immediately complied. Bruce gazed at her vagina, wide open for him. "I'm going to fuck you,"

"No, you must command me," said Sarah. Bruce's frustration again boiled over. "Fuck me you fucking bitch," he snapped. Sarah pulled him towards her and took him into her hands. She eased the tip of his penis into her vagina, sliding him between her inner and outer lips. She eased him repeatedly from her clitoris across her vaginal opening and then back to her clitoris. "You must lie on the desk" she said. Bruce groaned but eased away from her. Sarah stood up, and Bruce swept the desk clear with one frustrated sweep of his right hand, ignoring the sounds as the various pieces of desk furniture scattered across the office floor. He sat on his desk and then lay down. "Fuck me you frustrating little bitch," he ordered. Sarah climbed onto the desk and stood over him. He looked up her long legs beyond her stockings to her perfectly shaped bottom, and vagina. Her vagina and anus were covered in her juices from their extended foreplay. However, he could see that she was now intensely aroused. Her vaginal lips were swollen, and a copious new flow of juices was flowing from within. Bruce wondered what was the key to Sarah's arousal, and his mind wandered as he lay there expecting her to accommodate him. However, Sarah simply stood there. Bruce awoke from his daydream in frustration, looked up at the vision in front of him, and said. "Sarah, I want you to sit down and slide my dick into your cunt, and I want you to fuck me until you come."

"You must command me," said Sarah.

"Sarah you fucking bitch, fuck me! and don't stop until you come." Sarah energised rapidly and knelt down facing Bruce, she then took him into her hands and eased him into her. The sensation of entering her caused Bruce to exclaim. "Fuck me hard." Sarah responded immediately and began to rise and fall fully onto Bruce, his penis fully exploring the depths of her vagina. "Harder," Again Sarah responded, moving faster and more forcefully in her motions. "Harder you bitch," Bruce exclaimed. Sarah began to moan, and tossed her head back. She began to squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Sarah seemed to increase the force of her movements with every cycle, trapping Bruce between the depths of her vagina, and his desk. The sensation in Bruce's erection, as Sarah's increasingly violent movement sent him deeper and deeper into her, was intense. He almost orgasmed, but as he observed Sarah becoming more and more excited, he regained control, and began to 'play her game.'

"Fuck me harder you bitch. I said fuck me." Sarah groaned, a combination of pain and extreme pleasure, as her orgasm began. She screamed as the orgasm intensified, and eventually collapsed onto Bruce as her body could take no more. She lay there, and they both remained motionless as Sarah's vagina repeatedly convulsed, noisily onto Bruce's penis. The only sounds were their heavy breaths as they gasped oxygen to allow their bodies to recover, and the sound of her juices extruding onto Bruce. Bruce was again close to orgasm, but he lay there imagining the sight of Sarah's cum on him, and how sweet she would taste. They lay there for a little while, until Sarah had recovered. She then climbed down from the desk, and stood beside him. "You must come now," she said. And took him into both hands. Bruce took hold of Sarah and pulled her close to his face. He could almost taste her, but he needed to get her to him. She responded willingly, and positioned herself so that he could lift her short skirt and 'drink from her.' As he enjoyed her, she masturbated him harder and harder responding to his moans of pleasure, until finally he exploded in orgasm, and unloaded his juice. He seemed to come forever, and Sarah's face and hair were covered in cum. He held her close to him as she 'milked' the last drops from his exhausted member.

As Bruce awakened, he noticed the unfamiliar dampness around his loins. He showered, and cleaned himself up, reflecting on how good it was to wake up knowing he'd enjoyed himself during the night. Even if he had no recollection of what it was that had encouraged his unusually wet nocturnal event.. As he entered his office for his days work he pressed his call button and said. "Sarah could you come into my office and take dictation?"

"I'll take it anywhere you want," replied Sarah playfully. Bruce shuddered, as if a spirit had entered the room, he put the phone down and sat back awaiting Sarah's arrival.