It was a Friday evening, and everyone with the slightest bit of social life was heading for the door. Even the people who were just going to go home and watch T.V. started to pack up. This was Danny’s office, and he surveyed them all from the water cooler. He had nowhere special to head tonight and didn’t fancy getting stuck in the rush hour traffic. As he watched the last of them turn off their monitors, he saw that the light in Sandra’s office was still on. He wandered over and peered around the door. She looked up at him and gave him a dry smile which faded fast.
Sandra was in her late 20’s. Slim full figure, small pert breasts and a pair of superb legs. At exactly 5 foot, she was superbly proportioned, she topped all of her bodily attributes off with long straight dark blonde hair.
Sandra had put up with Danny because he was good with IT, but she had not really exchanged any pleasantries with him since at the Christmas party. They had both drank quite a bit and flirted, it was all in good fun. Danny had tried for a bit more. As she came back with a tray of drinks from the bar, she had bent over the table, teasingly pushing her backside towards Danny’s face. She had expected maybe a small smack or a quick remark. What she hadn’t expected was his hand to shoot up under her skirt and between her thighs. It was all she could do not to spill the drinks from the tray as his hand mauled her. He had gone too far. She made an excuse and left.
“Yes?” She said “Working late? Going to be long?” “Until about 8:30. My husband is picking me up and we’re going for a meal.” She said turning her back on him and returning to the monitor. “OK. If you need anything, I’m in my office updating the system drivers.” He glanced around her office, smiled to himself and closed the door.
At the Christmas party, he hadn’t expected her to march out like she did. She had left him with a hard on and a slightly damp hand. He had wanted so much more, and he was one way or another going to get it. Or o be precise, she was going to get it.
Danny walked into his office noticing everyone had gone and sat behind his desk. Three monitors stared back, and he flicked each one in turn into life. Unlike Sandra’s office, he liked to face people coming into his room. This way they could see that he was interested in meeting people and give them his full attention, and they couldn’t see what websites he was looking at. He scootered his chair over to the first computer. After a few clicks of the keyboard the screen divided into 3 windows. The first 2 showed Sandra’s office from above and from different angles. He tapped a few more times on the keyboard. The third window flicked into life and showed a completely different angle of Sandra’s office. This one showed under her desk, and when she was typing away on her keyboard, as she was now, and it showed Sandra’s fabulous legs. Danny eased himself back slightly in his chair and spread his legs to accommodate his hardening dick.
Not long after the Christmas party, he had gone down to the local gadget store and invested in a small collection of spy cams. The following Saturday he installed them in her office, one by the fluorescent light, the second inside the now disconnected motion detector. The third camera had been the most troublesome. It had to be constantly altered each week, until like now it showed off her assets in excellent resolution.
His fingers traced across the screen, wanting them to be the real thing. Soon he thought. Turning his attention to the second monitor he started to attack the keyboard. The screen showed instantly what she was looking at on her screen. Damn, it was just a spread sheet.
He had got some amazing picture from his little army of cameras. The best shots were when she had locked her office door and thought she couldn’t be seen. She had a tendency for looking at some of the stronger websites. A bit of bondage, strong stories of women being tied and used, even some very strong photos. Danny loved the fact that she had obviously been visiting these sites for some time as she went to some very choice ones. They were excellent to view, but not as good as the action on the desk cam. He had watched her skirt hitched up on several occasions and pleasure herself. He had stored these shots to DVD and watched it at home at his leisure.
He watched the desk camera again, she had stood up and was about to leave the room. Quickly he flicked the monitors off except the third which showed his normal desktop.
She walked over to his office and leaned around the door. He looked up and smiled “Sandra, hi!” Her response smile was as fleeting as always. “What time are you staying ‘till?” “Sadly most of the evening, there seems to be some problems with a server” “Right, I’ll be in my office. I’m going to get changed.” She made to leave. “Can I watch?” he said. She paused for a moment, and decided that the best response was to slam the door.
As she marched back to her office, Danny flicked the monitors back on. He heard and saw her door slam, and saw her turn the lock. He grinned, as he had also taken the liberty of removing half the bar inside it. He sat back, spread his legs and watched.
He slowly rubbed himself as he watched her undress. Leaning forward, he grinned as she unfastened her blouse before reaching behind herself and unfastening her skirt. He was saving this to the hard drive. Tonight would be good. She stood before his cameras, inspecting her body. Sandra looked great. A black lace bra and matching panties really suited her. The bra pushed up giving her an even fuller figure than she already had. He watched her open a bag and take out a black dress, slipping it on over herself. Damn the party was over. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small packet. Danny squinted at the screen. Stockings. “Someone’s looking for some action tonight” he spoke out loud. He watched her slowly pull them on, hitching her skirt, to straighten and adjust it before doing the same for the other. He sat back and continued to watch the show. She put some make up on and glanced at her watch. Out of a natural reaction Danny checked his. It was still only 6:30, 2 hours before her husband was to pick her up. She stood in the middle of her office, hands at her side, thinking. Quickly she hitched up her skirt again and removed her black lacy panties, dropping them into the bag. With her skirt still hitched up around her waist, she sat back in her chair. Danny watched her log onto her computer again and surf a couple of sites before settling on one in particular. Her hand travelled between her thighs, and she started to gratify herself. Danny looked at her monitor and saw it was a rape site. With a few more clicks she started to watch a photo-story. He licked his dry lips as she spread her legs further apart and masturbated.
This was an opportunity not to be missed. Making sure that both drives were recording, he stood and brushed his hair back and left his office.
Danny slowly pushed down the handle on her door and carefully opened it. Her heavy breathing showed that she hadn’t noticed the door open. Silently he entered the room, pushing the door to behind him. He sneaked up behind her. Her monitor showed no reflection of him, and he thanked the gods of flat screen monitors. Sandra’s hands were furiously pumping between her thighs. Danny glanced at what she was watching. The photos on the screen showed a good looking receptionist being attacked from behind. He and fate both smiled happily. Sandra didn’t notice him coming up behind her, but she jumped as his hand rested on her shoulder.
She yelped at his touch and instinctively tried to pull her skirt back down again. Danny wasn’t going to miss out on this much fun and his fist smacked down fast between her open thighs, keeping her legs open and her skirt hitched.
”D D Danny?” she gulped “I didn’t, this isn’t…” “…What it looks like?” he finished.
She stared at his smiling face. Neither of them spoke for a moment.
“Please Danny!” She tried to push his hand out from between her thighs. “Put your hands on the keyboard Sandra.” “No, look, please…” she started “Do it, now!” She could hear the strength in his voice, but she didn’t want to back down. “You can be fired for examining porn on the web you know.” “I know, listen…” she tried again. “You’d lose your job” He responded talking over her plea. “We don’t have to…” she began again, pleading in her voice. “Hands on the keyboard, now. I won’t harm you. Promise”
For a minute she paused and then gradually placed both hands on the keyboard.
“Watch the screen Sandra” She turned her head, bottom lip trembling, to face the pictures before her. “Is this what you like Sandra?” She shook her head. “No? But you’ve visited this site quite often. And the way you were wanking yourself, you seemed to me, to be liking it. Press the next button.
She pressed the button. The next image showed the woman sat on her chair, with her assailant behind her. One arm around her throat, the other between her thighs. “Looks like someone wanted this!” Danny whispered into her ear. “Please!” She whimpered.
Danny’s hand moved up between her tight thighs. She quickly grabbed his wrist as his hand made contact with her pussy. “Hands back on the keyboard Sandra! I want to do this for you, that’s all!” he said calmly. She looked into his face, and reluctantly moved her hands back to the keyboard. Danny’s fingers started to toy with her pussy. He hadn’t expected her to be as compliant.
Sandra bit her lip as Danny started to finish what she had started. She kept her fingers on the keyboard as his finger slipped into her. He moved his arm around her neck, mirroring the picture on the screen. He glanced down to se her thighs had parted a bit more.
“Next picture Sandra” He whispered.
The next photo showed the woman being dragged onto her desk. He could see Sandra’s eyes widen.
