by
Billie Rose
For some reason I took extra special care getting ready this morning. I laid out my favorite outfit. Green silk low cut blouse, shows the perfect amount of milky cleavage, and a matching colored mini skirt. Black bra and panties. The bra always makes my small breasts stand up so as to fool the eye into thinking there is more.I took longer in the shower I was dissapointed when there was nothing left to wash. I felt a strong urge to pleasure myself, but knew I had to get to work.
I dried off making sure every inch of me was free of water droplets. I rubbed raspberry lotion into my warm moist skin. I felt so sensual this morning. The wetness between my thighs was a sure sign that it had been way too long since a man had touched me.
I applied raspberry body splash on my neck and legs to make the scent last all day. Even the act of applying make-up was a sexual experience; the feel of my fingers on my skin made my heart race. I don't have a beautiful face, but my eyes are a pretty shade of green. I took care to apply the right eye shadow to exemplify there color.
I brushed my long red hair, after drying it making it shine. It fell down my bare back and shoulders. Knowing the green blouse would make my white skin and red hair stand out in a crowd. I dressed with a smile, and slid my feet into black heels. Picked up my purse, got in my car and drove to work.
As I entered the office I knew immediately something was different. The normal sound of office chatter was missing. I walked toward my desk looking into the office on the way. They were all dark, which was strange. They were usually lit up, computers on and phone calls being made.
The door wasn't locked; someone had to be there. "Hello, is anyone here, Paul?" no answer. I went to my desk and looked for a note from Paul, my boss. Thinking maybe we had a meeting and I didn't know about it. Just as I looked down at my desk I noticed the clock that Paul had given me for Christmas last year, and began to laugh. Now I know what the office looks like at 5:00 am. And why all the offices were dark, no one would be here for another 3 hours.
Then I remembered the door not being locked, and became unnerved. "Damn it" as I turned around quickly "Who's there?" I yelled. As I picked up the first thing my hand touched. A man that I did not recognize came from Mr. Rogers', the president of the advertising agency, office. "Who are you, and how did you get in here?" I asked with a shakey voice. "Well, I could ask you the same thing at 5 in the morning?" He replied in a very calm almost laughing voice. "If your looking for Mr. Rogers he will not be in until Monday" confidence gaining in my voice. "Now why would I be looking for myself?" This time not only did he sound as though he was laughing but he was laughing. "You are not Mr. Rogers, who are you? Answer me or I'll call the police!" I threatened as I reached for the phone with my other hand.
"Ok, ok I'm not President Rogers, I'm his nephew from Boston,my name is Victor Rogers." He wasn't laughing anymore but he was still smiling. "And you are?" He asked. "I am Paul March's assistant, my name is Tyla." "And from the time of day a dedicated assistant at that, but um... what are you planning to do with that?" He pointed to my raised hand and smiled with a chuckle.
I looked to see what I had planned on defending myself with and started laughing too, my face grew hot with embarrassment. "Staple you to the wall until the police showed up" laughing as I set the stapler back on the desk. He started walking toward me, "An assistant with a sense of humor how about that", while drinking me in with his eyes. I wasn't nervous anymore but, was curious about this man in his designer jeans and shirt. His chocolate brown eyes sparkling and his perfectly cut blonde hair.
His skin was deeply tanned . I could see his fit body despite the clothing. The shirt clung to his arms and chest. His jeans, oh those jeans, fit snugly showing he was either very excited or well endowed. I secretly imagined it being both and once again felt my face heat up but not out of embarrassment this time. "I'm early , I'm not normally here at this hour. What about you why are you here?" "Well my uncle forgot some paperwork and sent me to get it for him. But I can't seem to find it anywhere. I heard someone call and thought maybe it was Paul."
"Paul won't be in until this afternoon, can it wait until then or do you need it now?" "I needed it yesterday, but I guess it will have to wait, unless you know where the Pirate Bob's account is?" "As a matter of fact I finished it yesterday, its on Paul's desk let me get it for you." I turned and walked toward my boss's office wondering why I had never met this man before.
I picked up the portfolio off the desk and turned to walk back out of the room and ran right into Victor. We just stood there pressed against each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds. He apologized and stepped back. I could not take my eyes off his. I suddenly became aware that he was doing the same. I could feel my temperature rising and a wetness returned between my thighs. Finally he broke the silence "Ahem, well thank you you're a lifesaver. And I'm sure you know how my uncle is when things don't get to him quickly." "Yes unfortunately I do, but he is a fair man. And I don't answer to him directly, so I don't get the worse of it. Paul takes a lot of heat though." "Yes Paul is a patient person I have heard good things, about him and his assis..." he chuckled slightly, and dropped his voice "tant..., oh well I guess that would be you, now wouldn't it?"
"You have heard good things about me?" I said not hiding the surprise in my voice. "Paul is always telling me that I do a good job but I never knew he said anything to others." "It wasn't Paul that bragged to me about you" "Oh who then?" "How about we discuss it over dinner tonight?"
I was hesitant I never dated anyone I worked with it could make things difficult if thing didn't work out. But then he didn't actually work with me I'd never met him before, right? "I'd like that" "Fine how about I pick you up after work when do you get out of here?" "Around 5:00 but that is early for dinner" "I'll be here at 5:01" and he walked out of the office with file in hand. I was stunned at what just transpired. I get to work early, meet a handsome stranger and make a date with him, all in less than an hour. Handsome stranger indeed only the presidents nephew and what a specimen of a man he was.
Realizing that I had at least an hour and a half before I was to actually be at work, I decided to go grab a cup of coffee down at the corner cafe'. I picked up my bag and headed toward the door. Just as I set my hand to the knob it began to turn, then the door swung open.
There stood Victor. "Did you forget something?" I asked startled yet excited. "Yes I did," he said softly "Oh well I saw you take the proposal, what did you forget?" "You" I smiled "Me? I'm flattered but you are going to miss your plane." "No I called my uncle and told him I would be there tomorrow." "Oh , but won't he be angry?" "He didn't seem too upset" " I was just about to go grab a cup of coffee down at Phillip's would you like to join me?" "No." "No? You have something against coffee?" I said laughing. "I have something against anything that stops me from doing this" and he slid his arm behind my neck and gently kissed my lips. "Mmmmm Tyla you taste as good as I thought you would, I want to make love to you."
In most cases I would have pulled myself together and nervously left. But, this time I was not the least bit nervous. He never took his eyes off of me guided me out the door and locked it behind him. He grabbed me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips, I never felt so much heat come from my body from just one kiss. His had slipped down my past my waist and rested on my cheekS as he squeezed my buttocks and pulled me to him.
His tongue darted past my lips and I welcomed it. I did not care about who saw all I wanted was this man deep inside me. As he pulled me closer I could feel his hard cock pushing hard against his jeans and pressing into me. It made me wet with desire. I dug into his shoulders with my long fingers matching every tongue slip while sucking his tongue into my mouth. As I slowly ran my right hand down his chest to his firm abdomen until finding the rise in his jeans and gave him a squeeze.
He moaned deeply I could feel it in the back of my throat. He caressed my back and buttocks. He stopped himself from sliding his hand under my skirt and whispered in my ear "Do you live close by?" "Yes" I said breathlessly. "Well lets go otherwise I'm going to fuck you right here in this hall." "Maybe we should take seperate elevators" I said playfully. "No I don't want you out of my sight."
Thank goodness it was only two floors to the parking garage and only 10 minutes to my apartment. I wanted so badly for him to take me. The feel of him sent sparks up my spine, in my head and other wonderful places. I didn't care if it wouldn't last I wanted no, I needed to feel a man inside me. I kept going over and over in my mind the feel of his lips and wishing the road to get shorter.
The whole way to the apartment Victor was telling me how beautiful I looked. How my hair caught every glint of morning sunshine. But all I could think of is just how much of that bulge was truly him. And at that thought I pressed my foot firmly to the pedal and raced the rest of the way. No sooner had I parked than Victor was opening my door like every woman's dream man. As I stepped out of the car I purposefully allowed my skirt to climb and angled myself so that he could see both the edge of my panties and look down at my breasts in one glance. As I very obviously stared directly at his tent rising at a flattering rate.
He took my hand , closed the door and kissed me so deeply that I sighed. He lifted his head and spoke in a whisper "I want you." I not only didn't speak but I didn't want to. I just lead the way to my door. Victor began unbuttoning my blouse as soon as I closed the door. I reached for him, he stopped me and said, "no, I want to pleasure you," I was completely under his spell. I allowed him to continue, with each button he released he kissed my skin, making a wet trail down my chest and stomach..
He slipped his hands underneath my blouse he moaned "you feel like silk" as he slipped his hands around my back and up to my shoulders sliding my blouse off of me and unfastened my bra. But he did not remove it instead he turned me around and began kissing my neck and shoulders sucking on me with every supple kiss. He worked his way over my entire back then slowly turned me back to face him and continued but started from my waist working his way up. As he reached my breasts that were by this point heaving with every breath. He looked up at me and smiled sweetly. I smiled back and reached up toward my shoulders sliding the straps down carefully so as not to remove the bra entirely.
My breasts were full from desire and the light cover of sweat made my bra stay put. "Close your eyes Victor" I took a deep shakey breath and removed the bra. At the same instant as though he knew I was ready he opened his eyes "Oh, Tyla, you are beautiful" he reached up and lightly grazed my hard nipples with his hands. My body shivered and I almost cried. I slipped my hands over his and pressed him into me. He massaged my breasts, stood, and removed his hands from me sliding them to my belly pushing my skirt and panties down to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood before this stranger bare and drippingly aroused. "May I?" I asked pointing toward his shirt. "Allow me" he said and began to undress. It was like having my own private stripper. He deliberately took his time with his shirt, I was so anxious to see this man's naked body. I walked toward him and joined his act of disrobing. As the shirt came off I became hypnotized with his chest. He was perfectly tanned and the sweat glistened exemplifying his well defined muscles.
I reached down to unfasten his jeans and felt his body quiver at my touch. I looked up into his eyes and felt the heat coming from him. He wore no underwear I slipped my hands in and around his jeans covering his buttocks with my hands and pushed his pants to the floor. I took a deep breath and began kissing his stomach. he smelled so good like expensive cologne, soap and sweat. He reached down and ran his hands through my hair and down my neck while I moved slowly down to his hard cock. He was huge at least 10 inches long, curved slightly to the right. His dick was perfectly pink and thick.
My mouth watered at the anticipation of sucking him. And just as I was about to go down on him he pulled me up by my arms "no not yet" he insisted. He led me to the bedroom and gently pulled me toward the bed. "Lay down" he said to me almost whispering. "I want to look at you" his intent gaze made me a little nervous it was like he was memorizing every inch of me. He climbed on the end of the bed he kissed and sucked on my toes. Then he spread my legs open and caressed them with little pecking kisses moving his way methodically up my thighs licking, kissing, and sucking. He was driving me crazy, I was moaning, my body twisting and turning beyond my control. A convulsing wave of pleasure surrounded me as he parted my lips with his tongue.
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She was so wet and that made my cock harder as if that was possible. It was lready so hard that it throbbed. As I entered her with my tongue her body convulsed as she cried out slightly. She reached down and gently placed her hands on my shoulders and moaned, "Oh Victor, mmmmm oh yes."
I ventured further finding her love button, she jumped but I placed my hands on her hips firmly but gently held her under me. She replaced her hands with her legs and draped them over my shoulders. She reached up to her milky white breasts and massaged them at first then as I ran my tongue in and around her sweet pussy she rolled her nipples between her thub and forefinger. She lifted up underneath me urging me to go deeper and I obliged. She tasted like riper raspberries; her lips and pussy were smooth and wet I removed my right hand fromher still moving hip and stroked her outer thingh as I continued licking and sucking at her clit. I sucked hard on that little know then penetrated her dripping pussy with one finger. I looked up and watched her face. As her eyes closed but fluttered, a series of high pitched moans escaped from her, aaaah oooh mmmm. I then slipped another finger inside and began going in and out slowly. Her body writhed as I slipped another finger in to that pink wet pussy. In and out slow then fast again and again.
I could smell and taste a change in her. She crossed her ankles hugging my neck with her long delicious legs. Pushing her wet pink cunt into my face and pushing three fingers deep inside. Twisting and turning groping inside finding her sweet spots. Her smell was intoxicating I was rock hard so hard I ached for her. I wanted feel that pussy around my thick shaft. But first I wanted her to cum I wanted to see her juice taste it. I removed my fingers from her and asked her to sit up, she did so. I kissed her darting my tongue into her mouth letting her taste herself. I brought my glistening wet fingers up to her inviting mouth and parted her lips and let her taste herself. She moaned as though it was water after a walk in the desert. I wanted her I hugged her tight and whispered in her ear "sucky my dick with that mouth." Without a word she leaned down and kissed the head of my erect penis. Looked up at me and smiled. She rested her hand on my chest and gently pushed me down on the bed then climbed on top placing that luscious pink box directly in my face once again. I extended my tongue and licked her from asshole to clit. I watched and felt her twitch at the touch of me. I sucked long and hard on her clit as she pumped my hard cock with her mouth. Sliding my fingers deep within her watching them dissapear into that beautiful wet hot place. Just as I thought I couldn't take much more I felt her contract around my fingers and felt her pussy fill with hot cum as I pulled my fingers from her. Her body stiffened and she screamed my name as cum poured from her soft pink pussy. As she came and I watched her sweet love juice pour out onto my chest she pulled my hard cock deep into her mouth and sucked on me so hard I knew I was going to explode soon. She quickly sat up and engulfed my erect soldier with her cunt. I plunged into that wet creamy cum lined hole.
I sat up on onto his beautiful shiny engorged cock adn began riding him with all my energy, at least all what I had left. My pussy was still pulsating from his tongue. I wanted to feel his cum inside me, make him feel as wonderful as he had made me. I practically jumped up and down on his hard dick. My pussy sensitive from cumming I could feel his shaft slide in and out. I felt his body go rigid and his cock grow inside me one last time. I then felt the heat and wetness of his cum. He moaned deep and loud. I stayed on top of him just resting my h ead between his legs. He sat up wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down beside him and we slept.
The Alarm clock screamed at me! "Oh shut up" I said aloud. And hit the snooze button. Ohhh always when I'm having a great dream. Just one time I would like to know what happens when they wake up I thought. I sat up pushing the covers down to my ankles and made myself get up. I swear that dream makes me cum everytime even though Shiela swears you can't have an orgasm in your sleep. Well hell what does she know she's married , probably doesn't even have them when she's awakde.
I showered, dressed and drove to work the dream still fresh in my mind. Why can't my life be more like the dream Tyla? I asked myself and sighed. As I rode the elevator up I decided I was not going to do this anymore. I was going to go out and meet a man, no more dreaming my life. I was thinking this as I walked into the office. Paul was standing by my desk looking very stressed. "Tyla, you're here, good where is the Pirate Bob's account?" "It's on your desk, why?" "Great meet me in Rogers' office." I was about to take my seat when i realized everyone was here except Paul. There was a man, who I did not recognize yet looked familiar somehow, standing behind Mr. Rogers' chair facing the window his back to us.
"Tyla so glad you could join us take a seat" Mr. Rogers commanded in a way only he could. Paul came in the office and sat beside me and whispered, "here we go."
"Thank you for coming on such short notice. I wanted to inform you that there is a change in the Pirate Bob's account. I would like to introduce to you the new head of the Pirate Bob's account, Mr. Viktor Rogers my nephew..."
