Anything 5

They had been working in the same office for some time now. He had always lusted after her lithe young form in stolen moments. He, the studious young employee, trying to get ahead, trying to always do the right thing. Trying to get her attention, trying to get her affections. But she would have nothing to do with him. She was more concerned about her life, her lovers, and, quite frankly, herself.

She was cold to his advances, to say the least. But even crueler than that, she always seemed to be performing for him. When he finally could take no more, and would approach her, the advances would be stopped cold. So from the desk just next to hers, he would lust in his heart. He had grown to hate her as much as he desired her. While trying to get work done, he would steal glances at her legs as she adjusted her stockings. She was especially cruel with this. It almost seemed like she knew he was watching. She would turn to one side, crossing her legs, dangling one of the high heels she always wore off one foot. And then as his passion rose, her hands would slide down the silken gams, pulling here, pushing there. He could swear that she would be watching him out of the corner of her eye as he lusted after her. The anger rose with his desire, his unrequited desire.

The only positive thing to come from her teasing was his energy. He had to do something to work out those frustrations. The boss, their lady boss, always appreciated his efforts. She on the other hand, was not so well liked. Her beauty threatened the boss, not to mention pissed that all she ever did was screw off on company time. The long lunches and consistent personal phone calls had pushed her to the edge. She had finally had enough. Her superior assigned her a project that she knew she had no chance of completing in the time allotted. Should she be unable to complete it, she would have to find employment elsewhere.

From his desk he watched as she pitched a fit. She didn't want to lose this job. The work was not easy, but they were paid well. As she sat at her desk cursing the luck, her gaze moved to him.

He would help her. The one who always gave her the puppy dog eyes. The one, who always watched when she bent over, adjusted her stockings. The one who she was sure she could wrap around her little finger in a heartbeat.

But unfortunately his desire had boiled into something far beyond lust. Oh, he would help her, but on his terms. He watched those legs he longed to have wrapped around him walk over in front of his desk. She bent down, partly to let him smell her intoxicating perfume, partly for him to steal a glance down her blouse. As she gazed at him with those deep brown eyes, she spoke to him in a voice he'd never heard her use towards him before. It was the low voice reserved for the lovers she talked to on the phone. A voice that shook him to the bone, but his cool held, and he looked right back into her eyes and listened. She was sure he might be able to help her out.

His reaction surprised her, she was sure that all it would take was a bat of those deep brown eyes, and he would be hers. As he listened, she was put off by the fact that he showed no emotion, no concern. His eyes seemed to be looking right through her.

"I can help you", he said, "but what's in it for me?"

The anger seethed out through her eyes, her lower lip pouted. She couldn't believe that he didn't succumb to her feminine wiles. She turned in a huff, stamping those pumps he loved so back to her desk.

He watched her stew for a while, returning phone calls as he did. The office had cleared out by now; she had a long night in front of her. Even if she worked all night, because of her lifestyle and work habits, she didn't have the figures she needed to complete the project. You have no choice, she told herself. If he wants you to sleep with him for the help, you'll just have to do it.

He watched as she rose slowly and walked back to him. She stood in front of him now, beaten. She again asked for his help, and again he asked, "What's in it for me?"

"What do you want?", she asked.

"It's not what I want, it's what you're willing to do". She didn't understand, so he explained. What would she do for him to help her? Her pretty face creased into a frown, she still didn't understand. "Would you do anything?"

"Anything?" she asked, "Yes," came her reply.

He wanted to hear her say it.

Again he asked "What will you do for me?"

She finally surrendered and said, "I'll do anything".

As she stood there uncertain of her fate, he picked up the phone and called their boss at home. She liked him, appreciated his hard work, and respected his opinion. He made some bullshit excuse as to why his co-worker needed an extension, and because she thought so highly of him, the Boss agreed.

She stood there dumbfounded, how could he with a simple phone call pull her from the lions? That confusion was short lived though, because she still realized that she couldn't complete the project in the time allowed without his help. She started to thank him, even taking a step towards him. He stopped her cold, asking her to sit down while they laid out what "anything" entailed.

He explained that for the next week, the time they would need to complete the project, she would abide by his wishes. He would provide her with what she needed to complete the project, but should she decide to back out of the agreement, the whole deal was off, and she would be out on her ass. Hate and loathing seethed in her eyes as he told her what he expected in return for the help.

First of all, he said, you will wear no skirt or dress in this next week that is not well above the knee. Pantyhose are not to be worn, stockings and garters only. No underwear, and only heels 4 inches or better. She was to be available to him at any time during business hours. And business hours this next week would be late into the evening; she had a lot of work to do. If at any time she refused a request, any request, the deal was off. She would be on her own, out on her ass. She was amazed when he said goodnight, she was expecting some kind of advance from him. As he rose to leave, he smiled and told her to remember, she said she would do anything.

The next morning came too soon for her. She arrived at work attired according to their agreement. Although no one could tell, she felt naked with no underwear on. And for some reason, it turned her on. She couldn't figure out why, it certainly wasn't desire for him. She was only going along to keep the job she had been sloughing off at for the last year. As the silk stockings encasing her legs brushed the inside of her skirt, she felt strangely aroused.

The morning was uneventful; he hardly even seemed to notice her. She was grateful on one hand, and wishing he would get on with it on the other. The sooner this started, she thought, the sooner the whole humiliating thing would be over. She, for the first time in months, spent the morning working, but all the while it kept nagging at her from the back of her mind.

She went off to the copy room, and unbeknownst to her, he followed. She was inside for only a moment when she heard the door close. She turned and looked over her shoulder to find him staring.

Something he needed, she asked? He told her to open her blouse. Fire danced in her eyes, she was livid that he would make such a request in the office.

Before she had an opportunity to reply he reminded her, "Remember, ANYTHING".

Her eyes seethed with rage as her hands rose to unbutton her blouse. As he watched her crimson painted nails undoing each button slowly, she stared right back at him. When all the buttons were finally undone, she placed her hands on her hips and waited. Undo the bra, he asked next.

She was on automatic now, she didn't care what he wanted, she was almost reassured it was something sexual. His wanting to see her naked breasts reaffirmed her confidence, her vanity. As she pushed her black lacy bra aside, she felt the draft from the AC. With a mind of their own, her nipples hardened. Was it the draft, or was it something else?

He instructed her to fondle her breasts as he admired the soft flesh. As her hands rose to her breasts, a soft moan escaped her lips. She prayed that he didn't hear it. She was almost embarrassed that she was becoming aroused. And if she were aroused, she would rather die than have him think it had anything to do with him. For someone being almost forced to fondle herself, her hands seemed to know the way very well.

She grabbed a full handful of each breast, feeling the erect nipples pushing back into she palms. Not caring now if he was watching or not, her fingers sought out her hard nipples. Under his hungry gaze she pulled and gently twisted each one. Her legs suddenly felt unsteady now; she rested back against the copier.

And then, from somewhere in the fog of her desire, she heard his voice say, "Let's get back to work."

With that he was gone, leaving her standing there with her breasts, her aching breasts, in her hands.

When she arrived back at her desk, he was already on the phone. She couldn't believe how aroused she was. As she tried to work, she squirmed in her chair, rubbed her thighs together discreetly, trying to ease the aching that had been awakened in her. He paid no attention to her until lunch. When everyone else had left, he walked to the conference room and asked that she follow. When she arrived there he was seated, preparing to make some calls. She stood before him, not knowing what was expected, but hoping it would be something to ease her aching need.

He told her to remove her blouse and bra, and she obediently complied. As her breasts broke free from their lace and satin confinement, the nipples hardened with desire again. Her hands rose to cover them, fondle them, stroke them. He watched her for a moment, and then told her to remove her skirt She felt decadent, standing naked except for her stockings and heels. Never mind it was in front of a man she despised.

He instructed her to kneel before him as he picked up the phone. He left her kneeling there for a few minutes while he talked. She gazed up at him obediently, relieved that in this position, her thighs pressed together on her aching clit. He asked the person he was speaking with to hold for a moment. Not putting down the phone, he told her to take out his cock. Her small hands reached for his belt, and upon undoing it set about freeing his pulsing member from his pants. He resumed his phone call as she took his member in her hands. Her thumb gently swirled the pre cum leaking out of the tip around the head of his organ. Again she gazed up at him, as if to ask "what now?”

Her answer came as his hand went to the side of she face, caressed down the nape of she neck, around to behind her head. He pushed her soft curls aside and gently pulled her face to him, urging his hardness between her pouting lips.

She enveloped him in her soft warm mouth; he continued the phone conversation he had begun earlier. Her tongue swirled around the head; her soft lips caressed the shaft as she gently bobbed her head. "Why isn't he showing any kind of reaction?" she thought. "He must want me, he has to want me, otherwise there is no way he would have such a hard offering for me". She became more determined then, vowing that this would be the best head he had ever received. She became engrossed in the sexual energy; she was sucking for all she was worth. Her hands left his thighs, one to fondle him, the other to pleasure herself. She was finally getting some relief, both to her desire, and to her vanity. He did want her, she wasn't sure about it until now.

He glanced down to watch his cock glide in and out of her pouting lips. When he noticed her rubbing herself, he excused himself from the telephone for a moment. Again from her lust induced haze she heard his voice. He didn't ask her do that, she heard him say, keep her hands where he could see them, or feel them.

She cried out now, half with desire, half with anger, she was determined to taste his climax. Here she was, a voluptuous woman, kneeling before this man, sucking his cock for all she was worth, and he seemed to be more interested in talking on the phone. She rose from her knees to a squatting position, sitting on her heels as she pistoned his hardness in and out of her mouth. Finally he could take no more. All the teasing, all the lustful thoughts had come to this one orgasm. As he peaked, he felt years of sexual tension draining into her mouth.

His climax surprised her. She swallowed quickly, determined not to spill a drop of his cum. It was coming too fast for her though, and as the final spurts erupted from him, his cock slipped from her mouth, spilling the remainder of his seed on her chin and heaving breasts.

She sat back to catch her breath, surely he would desire her now. Surely he would spread her out on the conference table and fuck her senseless. She stared at him with lust filled eyes, only to hear as he put his spent cock away, "come on, we've got work to do, get dressed".

She dressed quickly, as he had left the door open. As their co-workers arrived back from lunch, she walked back to her desk on rubber legs. How could he be so cruel, she thought. How could he leave her hanging like that? He had to know that she was on fire, screaming for his touch. She sat down and moaned softly as she ground her hips into her chair, trying to ease that aching need between her stocking encased thighs. The rest of the afternoon passed as an eternity. He barely looked at her. Had he bothered to look he would have seen her eyes, glazed with lust. Her breasts, heaving with desire, her nipples pointing through her silk blouse. But no, the sweet torture continued, until, that is, the office cleared at the end of the day.

Only seconds after the last person had walked out the door, he called her name. She rose and came to him, standing beside him a seething bundle of lust. He turned in his chair, and pushed it back to the wall. He asked her to step in front of him, and turn and face his desk. She finally felt his hands on her burning flesh, gently urging her to bend over his desk, gently urging her legs a little further apart. She moaned to herself as her breasts crushed into the top of his desk. He asked her to pull up her skirt and show him her ass. Her hands reached for the hem of the short skirt, and slowly inched it up her hips. She backed up a half of a step to push her well-rounded ass further towards his face.

He asked if she was aroused, her mind screamed yes, but she heard her own voice saying, "No, I'm amazed that you're such a pervert, let's get this over with."

She shouldn't have said that, he was on the edge, ready to finally give in to her. But her cold reply angered him again, and he felt the need to see her suffer more. He told her to stand up and sit on his desk, but before you do, he said, get rid of those clothes. She removed her clothing quickly, and slid herself back onto his desk. Her stockinged legs were crossed, her hands behind her, jutting her erect nipples toward his cold stare. He asked her again if all of this had gotten to her. Again came her same reply.

He told her to spread her legs and prove it to him, to spread the lips of her pussy so that he could see if she were telling the truth. He knew the truth, but she needed more of the sweet torture. She sat up quickly and said, "I've never touched myself like that before, and I'm certainly not going to do it now in front of you!!"

"Anything", came his reply, "you said you would do anything, and so you shall."

Her hands stole down she smooth flesh to her throbbing pussy. She was long past control now, no longer able to resist him, or his instructions, no matter how demeaning they might seem to her. Her fingers slipped through the soft curls between her thighs and sought out the source of her aching, her wanting, her desire.

Suddenly, again she was alone, the moment that she touched herself, all other feelings vanished. The only thing that mattered was the incredible longing there. He sat back, reclined even, in his chair as she masturbated before him. He felt smug, he had pushed her to the point of no return, she now was what he had always hoped that she would be. What he had always imagined in his fantasies about her, a seething, burning, wanton woman. Her desire was starting to overtake him now as well.

He watched with hungry eyes as she rubbed her throbbing clit. Her climax ripped through her like none before, her body trembled and shook as the tension of the day finally washed away. Her chest rose and fell and as her climax subsided, her hands went to her aching nipples, she savored the vanishing throes of climax, she finally felt relief.

She almost jumped when she heard the buckle of his belt hit the floor. She looked out through hazy eyes to see him coming to her. He was the one with the desire in his eyes now. Finally he would possess her completely, finally he would fill her with the prick she had been teasing all this time. He stood before her, between her spread legs, and gently ran his erect cock down her tender clit.

"Please", she begged, "don't make me wait anymore, fill me up now!!!" He paid her no mind, gently running his steely rod back and forth in the wetness of her orgasm. She sat up, wrapped her fingers around his member and pleaded, "Please, FUCK ME!!!!!”

She had finally uttered the magic words, how could he resist her now? She looked at him with such sweet honesty in her eyes. She didn't care any longer about anything but him. About anything except taking his cock inside her. He reached out and gently kissed her lips, his hand going to her cheek. She reached down and guided his cock into her seething wetness. She twitched with a little orgasm each time he inched a little more of his throbbing member into her. Her hands went to his nipples now, gently pinching them as his cock hit bottom. That was all he could take, watching her like this all day, teasing her like this all day, he was on the edge. He erupted inside her, only to feel her sweet pussy spasming along with him.

As they left that evening, after cleaning up themselves and dressing, he asked if she would like to join him for dinner. She replied yes, he asked if she were in the mood for something in particular.

She gazed back at him and said "ANYTHING".