Weeks pasted quickly. With the new contract under our belts, we began to ramp up our operations, meeting all requirements as set forth in the agreement.
But my mind kept returning to our Saturday morning escapade that led to our award of the new contract. I had used my relationship with my subordinate, Sara, to gain an upper hand and receive the contract. I had manipulated the situation to have my Sara fucked, sucked, bucked, and provided the client with a threesome fantasy I knew he desired.
And, I suppose, the shock of having him suck my cock, swallowing my cum, had me in my own turmoil as well. I had never even considered a bi-male relationship. The thought had never crossed my mind. And for the past several weeks, my sex with Sara had been absolutely fantastic. We fucked like demons. I could not get enough of her. She initiated our sex encounters often, even surprising me as to the frequency, and the forcefulness of our sex acts. It was lust, pure, sexual lust. Our bodies needing, craving sex. Our organs constantly engorged. Mindless, lustful, hammering, sex. I could not describe it any other way.
As we ramped up operations to meet our increased demand, a temp service sent us a male administrative assistant. First surprised, we quickly grew to realize this young man, Brian, had tremendous skills. A music teacher at the local high school, he taught music on the side, and temped when he had the time. The most amazing "skill" I observed – he typed about 110 words per minute. Just flat out fast fingers. Bright, articulate, eager to work, he was a good addition, even on a temporary basis. Only 5'8" tall, slender, soft hands, he easily made his place with the staff.
Brian did not really cause me any problems. However, his desk was just outside my office. And with Sara playing my flute on more than one occasion, I would watch his face as we exited the office. I definitely saw a slight smile as Sara would pass him. He would hang his head slightly, lower his eyes, and his manner changed ever so slightly. On one late Friday morning, after Sara had come to my office, ripped my cock from my pants, hungrily sucked my cock, draining my balls in record time, he reached his finger to the corner of her mouth as she exited my office. He quickly drew the fingertip to his mouth, and sucked the finger into his mouth. He winked at her, grinned at me, and returned to sit at his desk.
I stood dumbfounded. Turning, I reentered my office, pushing the door nearly closed. My mind was racing. Had Sara had a drop of my cum still on her lips, the corner of her mouth? Did he actually do what I thought he did? Was it for show? I got lost in my next project. Thoughts of Brian slipped to the background.
Several times during the afternoon, my cock clubbed big time. Sara had just got me started. Now, I was craving a taste of her sweet pussy. After a grueling conference call, I called her extension. In a lowered, husky voice, I requested her presence in my office immediately.
"Sara, I want to lick your pussy! I want to suck you clit into my mouth! I want to feel your thighs wrap around my head, holding me tight, my tongue buried in your pussy! I want to feel your body arch against my mouth! I want to feel your orgasm pulse through your crotch! I want you to flood my mouth with your juices!" I whispered into the phone. I stroked my growing cock through my pants.
Within just a couple minutes, Sara was at my door. Quitting time, I figured we would be alone for the evening.
"Brian, we are not to be disturbed," Sara instructed him. Walking in, Sara closed the door, lifted her skirt just above her pussy. Sliding her hand down, her fingers slipped beneath the brightly colored panties. Spreading her feet slightly, pushing her mound forward, her fingers slipped between the lips of her cunt. "Boss, she dripping!" she whispered. She rotated her hips, teasingly, nastily for my viewing. Pulling her hand out, she presented her hand palm up, fingers glistening from her wetness. Extending her tongue, she licked her fingers, starting at the palm, and pulling her hand down, her fingers raking across her extended tongue. Her eyes closed.
I moved quickly, dropping to my knees in front of her. Pushing gently, she leaned against the door. I ripped her panties down her legs, exposing her soft, hair covered mound. I leaned forward, inhaling her muskiness. Her hand reached to the top of my head, her fingers lacing in my hair. Extending my tongue, she pulled me forward firmly. I sucked her clit into my mouth as she ground her mound on my mouth and nose. With each thrust of her hips, she bounced gently on the door. It made noise each time she thrust against my tongue.
I reached to her, pulling her mound deep on my tongue. I nipped at her extended, engorged clit. She humped my face. "Yes boss man!" she whispered. "Fuck me with your tongue!" she grunted as I thrashed her clit over the inside of my teeth. Her body sunk down slightly, lowering her cunt deeper on my mouth. She molded against the door, allowing me to ravage her wet, inviting cunt at will. I slid my right hand up the inside of her thigh. My fingertips parted her soaked lips. I pushed two fingers into her hole, pushing firmly, sliding deep with my initial thrust up into her body. A loud grunt escaped her. I thrust quickly in and out of her hole as I held her clit firmly between my teeth. My tongue danced over her clit.
Sara humped my face harder. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she grunted over and over. Her thighs quivered. She held my head firmly, pulling me tighter against her wet slit. I pounded her hole unmercifully. My fingers glistened with her wetness. Sara started growling, deep inside her petite frame. I glanced to her face. Contorted, her head thrown back against the door, she was writhing with each thrust of my fingers deep into her body. Her growl grew louder, a low, guttural scream emanated from deep within. I knew she was close. Her thrusts grew more intense, her hips driving forward, her cunt opening wider, sucking my tongue deep, demanding that I thrash her clit. Within seconds, her body froze, her hips thrust forward. Breathing stopped! She ground her clit on my mouth. Simultaneously, her body exploded as her orgasm took hold, ripping through her loins. I focused on sucking her clit, mashing, sucking, and washing over it with my tongue. Sara's knees buckled, allowing her to slide down the door. I tried to hold her clit in my mouth, but it pulled out as she slid too low for me to suck her. My fingers were still buried in her cunt. I thrust deep, and stopped all movement. Her cunt squeezed my fingers, her muscles contracting around my probing digits. Her tongue extended, licking her lips. I leaned to kiss her softly. A small whimper, a small groan trickled from her lips.
I moved to her, sitting on my rump beside her. I wrapped my free arm around her, pulling her close. We snuggled on the floor, in front of my door for several minutes. "I'll be right back," she whispered, rising. I pulled my fingers from her cunt reluctantly. I moved to my desk as she opened the door and exited.
