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"What about moving the desk over there?" she
pointed over to the corner of the room. He looked in that direction and thought about it for a
moment. "Well....I suppose that would be ok, but then there is this huge space over here," he
replied slowly, pointing to the middle of the room. "Yes, but I thought the idea was to open the
room up. Make it seem more spacious. You know...let the light shine in. What if there were a large
Persian-type rug in the center of the floor instead of the desk? And a fake Ficus tree over against
the edge of the desk? We could put a painting on the wall across from the door for interest," her
tone was getting excited as she could visualize the changes in the space. He chuckled for a moment,
and then couldn't resist. "Can it be that print of the dogs playing poker?" She looked at him and
laughed with him. Then she got serious again. "No." He had
wanted to redo his home office. He spent most of his time in the room, since he worked out of his
house. He liked being home. Setting his own schedule required self-discipline, but the advantages
of being there to parent his children outweighed any of the disadvantages. He was divorced, but
shared custody with his ex-wife. After kicking the idea around for a while and discussing the costs
with his accountant, they agreed that he could go ahead and make some changes. Make the room more
professional looking so that he could bring clients in and maintain a business-like atmosphere. He
knew he couldn't afford a professional interior designer, but he knew that he didn't know enough
about color and light and wood and carpet to do it himself. He thought about it for a while, and
then, one day, when he ran into his local computer store for some diskettes, the thought struck
him. He knew one of the managers there. She was very knowledgeable about everything that they
carried, from paper clips to fax machines to lamps to office furniture. He struck up a conversation
with her, and asked if she would consider taking a look at his office and making some
recommendations. She had been a bit taken aback at his request. She knew this customer, and had
bumped into him outside the store occasionally, but it was unusual for someone to ask her to
redesign their entire office area. She didn't even know if there was a company policy about it, but
she thought about the possible sales she might get out of this and the excellent word-of-mouth if
his clients liked his new look, so she said she would take a look at his space. Completely on her
own, though, she assured him. This was not store-related, she told him, so there would be no
problem in case he hated her ideas. He smiled and they had set up an appointment for later in the
week. And so, three days later, they stood in the room, discussing possibilities. She liked the
desk, she had told him. It was a rather large affair, solid oak, and shaped in an "L". The
bookcases were ok, and she even smiled when she saw the small desk off to the side for his kids to
play with when he was working. *** She opened up the rather
large case that she had brought with her, and pulled out a pad of graph paper. "What's that for?"
he asked her. "To draw plans to scale," she replied. "It would suck if we moved that huge desk and
bought some other stuff and then it didn't fit." She smiled up at him. He grimaced. "Yep. That
would suck. A lot." She began to draw the room. Each square represented a foot. He watched as she
penciled in the windows and door. And then she drew the outline of the desk over in the corner.
"Now, I was thinking that you might want to get a small sofa. Maybe a loveseat, to put over on that
side of the room, with the chairs across from it. Sort of a conversation area," she gestured to the
spot she was speaking of. He hesitated. "Well, I don't really want a sofa in here. The kids would
just want to play on it all of the time, and this is really supposed to be my work space." He
stopped and looked at her. "If you don't mind, of course," he added. She smiled at him. "Of course
I don't mind. This is YOUR office, not mine. And you don't even have to do anything I suggest. I
promise, I won't get mad, ok?" He relaxed. His instincts were right. She was definitely a nice
person. He had hoped she was...it was hard to tell sometimes. "Ok....hmmm...." she thought and
looked around. "Well, what if we put the desk in the corner, but have one branch of the L wrap
around so that you can sit behind it and have your clients sit on the other side? And then, over on
that side of the room, maybe you could put a computer workstation. Just for your computer system,
and printer, and fax, and copier, and everything. You know, you might want to consider getting an
all-in-one machine for that. We have some really nice ones." He smiled at her, starting to
visualize it himself. "I see what you mean about the carpet. That would be nice. But maybe not a
Ficus TREE...how about a stand with some plants on it over in that corner?" They both looked at
each other, surprised to find that they were operating on the same wavelength. She bent over the
pad and started drawing items into the room. He watched her. Her long brown hair fell down her back
in rich waves, and he wondered how it smelled. Fresh, he imagined. Not like hair spray. She didn't
wear much makeup either, but she didn't need it, he idly reflected. Her creamy skin glowed all on
its own, and her large brown eyes sparkled. Her left hand crept up and pushed her hair back out of
her face, and he found himself saying, "I can't believe you aren't married. Are all of the single
men blind or stupid?" She stopped what she was doing, and looked over at him. "I guess I am just
too picky," she smiled as she said it. "I refuse to settle. I have seen too many people who settled
for less than true love, and they end up regretting it later on." She stood up and faced him, and
the silence grew. She wondered what on earth he was thinking, since he was staring so intensely at
her. His blue eyes were completely serious. Then she impulsively added, "Besides, I haven't yet
found the man who can keep up with me in bed." And she winked at him, breaking the spell. He
laughed out loud. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked her. "Sure, what do you have?" "Let
me think... Ummm... beer, white wine, scotch, coke, milk, orange juice, or water?" He held his
breath, wondering what direction this was going in, but feeling compelled to continue down the road
he had started down with his impertinent question. She smiled at him, and said, "Water would be
just fine, thank you. With a lot of ice in it, too, if you don't mind." "I'll be right back," he
told her and left his office. He wondered what he was doing. She was a nice woman, he thought.
Pretty, but not beautiful. Certainly not the femme fatale type that he might expect to feel this
way with. Because he couldn't really deny it to himself. He wanted her. Badly. He looked down at
his wedding band as he cracked the ice cube tray and plunked five or six cubes into a glass. He had
been faithful to his wife for seventeen years, and he had loved her. But things had been pretty
routine between them. Once a month or so, she had let him make love to her. It was good. It was
nice. But.he wanted more. That was one of the reasons they had divorced. He wondered what SHE would
be like. From their conversations in the past, he knew how smart and funny she was. He knew that
she worked hard. He knew that she hated to wear a uniform to work. He knew that she liked her job.
But he wanted to know more. He wanted to KNOW her. In the biblical sense. But was she worth the
risk? Doubtful. Would she even play? More doubtful. He grabbed the two glasses of ice water and
went back down the hall to his office. The door was wide open and as he walked in, he saw her
sitting on the edge of his desk, facing him. Her feet were dangling down, legs slightly parted, and
she was leaning back a bit. Inside, he walked over to her and handed her the glass. "Thanks," she
smiled at him, as she raised the glass to her lips. He watched her lips part as she took a long
sip. "Ahhh," she said with a blissful look on her face. "I was parched. You are a lifesaver." He
sipped at his own water. "You are welcome." And then he stopped. He just couldn't think of a thing
to say. All conscious thoughts ran out of his mind as she took his empty hand in hers, and raised
it to her face. He watched as her mouth opened, and then, the next thing he knew, his forefinger
was inside the wet warmth of her mouth, and he could feel the hardness of the roof of her mouth and
the softness of her tongue against his finger. He moaned an inarticulate moan, and she pulled his
finger out. "Did you want me to stop?" she mischievously asked him. "No. Please. No." He stumbled
over the words. She licked her lips ostentatiously and then sucked his finger inside again. His
blue eyes met her brown ones as he felt pinned by her gaze. He didn't want to move. He knew he
should, but it felt so GOOD. He could feel the flicks of her tongue all over his finger, and she
sucked and licked it from the base to the fingertip. Naturally, he wondered what her tongue and
mouth would feel like on his cock, and he moaned again, feeling his cock growing in his pants. She
pulled his finger out of her mouth and then sucked his middle finger in, giving it the same
treatment as the first. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations. She worked her way
down his hand, caressing each finger with her mouth and tongue, and his prick kept growing. When
she finally pulled his little finger out of her mouth, she took his hand and ran it down her body
to the swell of her breasts. She was well-endowed, and he sighed as his hand cupped her pillowy
softness. He leaned down and kissed her. She practically purred as she felt his tongue enter her
mouth. She didn't normally do things like this, but for some reason, she had felt drawn to him. His
hand continued to massage her breast, and she felt his other hand twine itself in her long hair and
gently but firmly pull it back, exposing her throat to his gaze. His mouth left hers, only to lick
its way along the curve of her jaw to her ear, and as he flicked his tongue into it, she shivered
and arched toward him. "Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. Jesus she felt good, he marveled. He couldn't
believe how she was responding to his touch. Her entire body seemed to radiate heat, and he just
wanted to ravish her right there. His hand found her nipple, and he ran his fingers over it,
feeling it grow hard through the layers of clothing that separated them. Her mouth had tasted so
sweet, he hadn't wanted to stop kissing her, but the thought of what else about her might taste
just as sweet compelled him to lick her neck.
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Her shivers and moans were making his cock rock hard,
and it hurt, confined in his pants as it was, so he reached down to adjust it. "Poor baby, are you
in pain," she murmured, as her hand brushed his aside, and she grasped his manhood through his
pants. He thought he would die from the pleasure as he felt her hand massaging his cock from the
head down to his balls. And he KNEW he was going to leave a wet spot on his pants if she kept it
up. So, to distract her, and himself, he leaned his head further down and latched his teeth onto
her engorged nipple, nibbling on it. She had moaned loudly at that. "Please...Please...." she
started to say as the sensations in her teat overwhelmed her. She acted quickly, pulling him off of
her, and unbuttoning her blouse to the waist. He wanted to touch her as well, and he quickly pulled
the cups down, exposing her bountiful breasts to his gaze. He was speechless. They were milky white
and had faint bluish veins running down to the dark pink nipples, and those nipples were amazing.
They were huge and he couldn't wait any longer to find out what they tasted like. He pushed her
back on the desk and bent over her as she lay flat on her back. Her tits stood up like two pillows,
waiting for him to go to sleep on. But sleep was the farthest thing from his mind as he licked the
one closest to him. He traced around and around the areola, watching it harden and ripple before
his eyes. Then he took as much into his mouth as he could, enjoying the feel of the nipple against
his tongue. She arched her back, pushing her breasts at him. She wanted him to keep making her feel
good, so she took his other hand and positioned it over her neglected nipple, hoping that he would
get the hint. He did, quickly cupping and kneading her breast. Fondling it and pulling on the
nipple in time with his sucks on the one in his mouth. They both watched as he switched breasts,
pulling the other one into his mouth quickly. Their eyes met as he closed his teeth over the tip of
her nipple and began pulling up on it, away from her breast. It was an amazing sight for him, and
an amazing feeling for her. He let it snap back, and they watched her tit jiggle as it regained its
former shape. He buried his entire face deep into her cleavage, feeling the softness of her breasts
against his cheeks, and inhaling the scent of her through his nose. He stood up, suddenly, and
unzipped his pants. He couldn't wait anymore to feel her touch. She watched as his pants fell to
the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and she smiled. His cock stood practically straight
out, pointing at her. It had a slight tilt upward, and she couldn't resist mocking him slightly. "I
guess you are excited to see me?" He laughed with her, and then he stopped as her hand reached out
and she traced the head of his cock with one finger. They both felt the pre-cum at the tip, and he
watched as she withdrew the finger to her mouth and sucked the wetness off of it. "Mmmmm," she
moaned, as she sat up, still sucking on her finger. He tasted good. She wouldn't mind having some
more of that, she decided, as she reached down and wrapped her entire hand around him. She stroked
back and forth, and their eyes locked as both concentrated on the sensations. She established a
rhythm, and he found his hips moving along with her strokes. It felt wonderful to be in her hand,
he thought, as he felt his cock harden even more, if that was possible. He reached out with both of
his hands and each found a nipple and began pinching and twisting in time with her tempo on his
prick. They stared into each other's eyes, as they both began panting. He felt himself growing
closer to orgasm when suddenly she stopped. He continued tormenting her nipples, but looked at her
with a quizzical gaze. She smiled sexily at him. "It was getting a little dry down there. Wouldn't
want to give you rug burn or anything. Hmmm.... I know." And with that, she wriggled her ass so
that her skirt was raised to her hips. His eyes were drawn to the neatly trimmed pussy that she
exposed to his gaze, and the smell of her excitement wafted up to his nose. She spread her legs and
rubbed her hand between them. He could see the wetness that shone as she withdrew her hand and
grabbed his cock again. It was his turn to moan as he watched her coat his cock with her hot
juices, and he convulsively pinched her nipples hard enough to make her gasp with pain. "Sorry," he
croaked, and he rubbed her tits lightly in apology. She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply.
"Don't be sorry. Do it again. Just not QUITE so hard. Did I mention I am kind of kinky?" she told
him as he looked somewhat amazed at her comment. He smiled. "Whatever you want, dear." He was
thinking that this was one of the hottest scenarios he could ever have dreamed up and this one was
REAL! "Anything?" she purred, with a mysterious smile on his face. He felt a momentary quaver, but
pushed it away. "Anything." She pushed him away from her and jumped down off of the desk. He stood
there, wondering what he did wrong, and then she moved behind him. She kissed his shoulder as her
hands reached around and began pulling on his dick again. He moaned as one of her hands dropped
down and caressed his balls. "Oh, that feels so good," he told her. "Please. More." She laughed
throatily behind him, and the hand caressing his balls was gone. She continued to jack him off, her
fingernails lightly tracing the veins running up and down his cock. She pulled him around by his
prick and led him a few step away to his office chair. She sat down and pulled him in front of her,
still stroking him. She positioned him sideways in front of her, so that his profile was facing
her, and his right hand wound its way through her silky hair as her right hand teased him ever
closer to coming. Crack... The noise rang through the room, and it took him a moment to process the
sudden burst of pain on his ass. She had slapped him! He looked down at her, and he saw her
beautiful brown eyes looking up at him, searching his expression. She held her breath as she looked
at his face. She wanted him to like this. She knew he was straight as an arrow and had never really
tried anything like this before, and she wanted him to enjoy it. His blue eyes were slightly wary
at first, but then, as he looked into her eyes, he nodded, and turned his head away. She smiled.
Crack... another small burst of flame on his other cheek. He had never thought about spanking
before, but the feelings in his cock seemed to be increased each time she smacked him. And it
wasn't really hard, but just enough to bring his attention to where her hand was. After each smack,
she ran her hand over the area, and over his entire ass. The caressing felt almost as good as her
hand pulling on his dick. She landed about ten swats to his ass when he could take no more. He
stepped aside, and pulled her to her feet. She let go of his cock, and wrapped her arms around his
partially clothed body as they kissed hungrily. "Now," he told her. "I have to have you. Now. You
had better have a condom with you." She smiled, glad that her preparedness paid off, and she
reached into her purse, which was still on the desk, withdrawing the small package. He tore it open
and together they unrolled the thin layer over his throbbing cock. He was almost glad it was there,
because he didn't know how long he would be able to last inside her without SOMETHING to deaden the
sensations. He bent her over the desk and pushed her skirt over her shapely ass. He saw the
pinkness of her pussy, and ran his cock teasingly up and down the crack there, feeling the heat of
her scorch him. She moaned and twitched her ass back and forth. "Please. Now. Fuck me. Now." He
smiled and sank his hardness deep into her in one thrust. They both groaned aloud with the feeling.
He was a bit larger than she was used to, and she asked him to hold it there for a minute so she
could get used to the feeling of being stretched around him. He was glad to hold it there, loving
the feeling of the tightness around him. He shivered as he felt her tighten her walls around him.
She did it several times, and he realized she was massaging him from inside her on purpose, that it
was no accident. "Oh my God," he moaned into her ear, "How do you do that?" She laughed and
replied, "Only one of my many talents." He told her he couldn't wait to see the rest, and then he
began to slowly pull out of her and then thrust back in. He watched her ass jiggle slightly every
time his pelvis hit her buttocks, and he wondered. They fell into a rhythm, and he was enjoying her
moans and the feel of her pussy contracting around him. She was loving the stretching feeling
inside her, and as he thrust into her, she bounced lightly back and forth. Her tits hung down, and
the nipples scraped across his desk, increasing the sensations in her body. She knew she was going
to come quickly. "More!" she cried out. "Harder. Deeper. Yes, fuck me..." and right as she was
about to go over the edge, she felt it. Crack....his hand fell on her right buttock. "OH," she
yelled, startled by the smack. "Just a little kinky, dear," he panted into her ear as he kept
fucking her. "Mmmmmmm" she moaned back at him, as she kept pushing herself back at him. He was
getting close to the edge himself, and he distracted himself by counting. Every five thrusts, he
would spank her ass. He loved it when he did - her pussy would squeeze him extra tight as a sort of
reward. She was lost in the sensations now. Her moans made no sense now, and she was beyond
phrasing a sentence. Her ass was hot, and her pussy was hot, and her tits were hot, and his cock
was the only thing that kept her from flying away. His balls slapped her clit every time he sank
deep into her, and it was only a matter of time before she melted. Finally, after about ten minutes
of fucking and spanking, he reached down between her legs and found her engorged clit. She screamed
as his fingers slid over her pearl, and she erupted into a mind-blowing climax. He held off as best
he could, continuing to rub her clit to extend her orgasm, but the snapping of her pussy was too
much for him and he yelled as his peak hit as well. He held himself inside her, closing his eyes
and just concentrating on the intense pleasure that was flooding through his body. He sighed as he
felt himself soften inside her and he slowly pulled out of her. She looked over her shoulder at him
and smiled the smile of a satiated woman. "So, that was just ONE of your many talents, eh?" he
asked her tiredly. "Wait till you see the rest," she chuckled back at him, equally exhausted. For
the moment.
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