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Registration Date: 06-27-2006
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| Window Dressing Chapter 2 |
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I groaned and buried my face in the carpet as the sound of my boss' cool voice covered me and sent chills up my spine. What was he doing here? He was supposed to leave early today! Several options ran quickly through my head, to be dismissed just as fast. I was busted, we all knew it, no sense in jumping up and pleading innocence.
"I came to see if you'd like to join me for lunch. I guess you didn't hear my knocking. Imagine my surprise to see what you were busy doing." I heard his light footsteps on the carpet as he approached me. I nodded silently, thinking of all the things I probably should be saying, but couldn't seem to get the words out.
He was standing directly over me now, and I briefly tried to imagine what he was thinking. Everything about the man made me think of ice, from his chiseled features to his cold professional air. I had always tried to match his cool professionalism in the office. My earlier performance had ruined that. I turned to my back, thinking to adjust my clothing and rise to clean out my desk with as much pride as I could muster in this embarrassing moment.
"No, don't bother getting up," he said placing his polished shoe against my bare midsection, "I like you just where you are right now."
Over and over my mind repeated "oh shit, oh shit..." Ok, the worst he could do is call security, that would be even more embarrassing, but I can jump up and dress before they get here, he has to let me up to get to the phone... Jump up, pull down my skirt, adjust the bra, and button my jacket... I can do this.
I lay there silently watching him above me, studying me, as I studied him. He was dressed casually today, flitted crazily through my mind. He's quite handsome. Oh my God this is NOT the time to be admiring the man, what am I thinking! The silence and my own traitorous thoughts began to wear against my ragged nerves. Again I struggled to rise to my elbows.
"Don't move," he ordered softly, pressing me back against the floor with his foot.
"Ron... Listen, if you just let me up, I can pack my stuff and be out of here in 30 minutes, you'll never see me again. I'm fired, I know it, lets just both forget this..."
"Shut up slut"
Ok... I could feel the embarrassed flush that covered my body at that demand. The wind blew right out of my sails from his words and the heavy foot holding me down. "I'm not a slut, Ron." I issued softly in my own defense.
"Oh? What would you call it then?" He roared. " I hired you as my assistant. My ASSISTANT! Not a whore to entertain the masses. I came in here to ask you to join me for lunch and I find you doing a slut show for the entire world to see. This is not a topless bar, this is a professional office where you're expected to act like a professional."
"Where's your audience now slut?" He reached down and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me off my feet and to the window. My senses were numbed and I couldn't even resist. This was my job, my life, and yes, I had been wrong. I wasn't thinking with my head. Oh but it had been so fantastic. The proof of it still wet on my thighs and splashed across the window I stared across at now. I simply shook my head in answer to his question. I didn't know where my "lover" had gone.
He whirled me around to face him, still holding my arm in his strong grip. Slowly, he looked me up and down in distaste. "Look at you, just look at MY assistant." He shook his head back and forth and I lowered my head in shame.
"I expected so much better from you. When I hired you, I thought that LADY has potential. Smart, always does her best at anything she does, a true professional."
His head snapped up then, and his grip on my arm tightened, "Ah, the audience has returned."
Instinctively I turned my head to see. Across the distance I saw my "lover" had returned. I smiled at the picture he made, nude, caught in a half crouch like a deer frozen in the headlights with a bottle of Windex in one hand and a wad of paper towels in the other. He stared at us as we both stared at him.
Ron misinterpreted my smile immediately. "Happy to see your audience back? Ready for another show, slut?" He practically yelled at me. The force of his words and his misinterpretation stunned me as I turned quickly back to him.
"No, it's just..."
"Well hell. Let's not disappoint the man" He ground out. Swiftly he turned me and pressed me against the window. In seconds he had yanked my jacket and bra off my body and was pulling my skirt off. I stood pressed against the window in only my black gartered hose and high-heeled shoes and stared helplessly across to my lover as he watched in fascination.
The chill of the window against my breasts... Ron's rough hands seemingly all over my body... the evident excitement in my lovers eyes as he watched my humiliation....
"You want to act like a slut, you'll be treated like one." Rasped close to my ear as I heard Ron's zipper being lowered. His clothed body pressed against mine, flattening my body against the clear glass pane. I could feel his hot, hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks.
"Oh... Ron... No..." I whispered. Flattening my hands against the window, I pushed against him and inches from the window.
His hands reached around me, finding my breasts. The hardness of my nipples deceived me. Roughly he rolled my nipples between his fingers, sending shocks of need straight to my belly. It had been so long since I'd felt another's hands on my body. My body cried out to be taken, filled, satisfied, and a moan escaped my throat.
I laid my forehead against the cool glass. My body responding naturally to his rough caresses. I looked out and found my lover watching closely. His hands no longer holding the cleaning utensils, but rubbing over his opened thighs, as if unsure of what to do.
"You want it slut, don't you. You want me to fuck you while your audience watches. Admit to me what you are and what you want."
My body trembled at his cold words. I watched my lover across the alley. Stroking his hard thighs, up and down, closer and closer to his growing manhood. I felt Ron's rough hands moving over my stomach, up and down, closer and closer to my aching sex, pulling my body against him. The crisp linen of his button down shirt against my back... The rough denim of his jeans rubbing against my thighs... His hard cock rubbing against my bare ass cheeks.
Ron's hands pressed against my mound as his fingers found my swollen clit. I cried out as I watched my lover's hands wrap around his cock. His strokes matched the slow rhythm of Ron's fingers against my clit. My mind was trapped between the sights and feelings enveloping me. Up... Down... Stoking the fire of desire deep within me.
The fires within me... so hot... burning me. My body covered in a sheen of sweat. Trembling with need, panting with the slow rhythm the two men were creating. My lover slowed his strokes even more, pausing at the top stroke to run his thumb over the end, rubbing the precum over his purple head. Ron's fingers matched his strokes on my clit, and I groaned deeply as his fingers circled the hard nub. My tense body jumping at the shocks the movement was creating.
"Tell me..."
I shook my head in denial. No, no...
His fingers found my drenched slit. Slowly, teasingly he began fucking me with a finger, rubbing his open palm against my mons. The flatness of his palm now covering, only grazing my hard clit. My pelvis jerked of it's own accord to increase the sensation to my denied, frustrated clit.
My lover was stroking his hard cock faster and faster. Increasing my frustration. He was going to cum. I could see it in the tenseness of his body. The way his hips arched up, meeting his hand's gripping stroke with urgency. My mind cried out at the unfairness.
"Tell me..."
"Yessssssss..." I screamed out.
Swiftly his hard cock replaced his finger in my aching pussy. I gasped at the fullness of his hard strokes. Savagely he fucked me as I met his thrusts with my own wild abandon. My hands curled into fists against the window as I forced myself back onto his hard cock.
I tried to concentrate on my watching lover. His face set in determination as he worked himself closer and closer to orgasm. His eyes locked on my own excitement and me as his excitement threatened to overwhelm him. Faster and harder his strokes became on his rigid cock until his body locked in an arch and his cum jetted in a high arc from him.
"Oh My God..." I screamed as I felt my clit tightening in the beginning of my second orgasm of the day. My pussy muscles spasmed around Ron's thrusting cock before he grabbed hold of my hips, holding me back against him as he ground his cock deeper inside my throbbing sex and I lost myself to the orgasm overwhelming my body.
As I slowly came down from the intense orgasm, my pussy continued to spasm around the fullness of the cock inside me, milking Ron's cock for his own orgasm. His fingers curled on my hipbones, Ron again began a controlled thrust into my wet, throbbing slit. I could hear his jagged breath above and behind me as he kept his strokes slow and controlled; deep inside me, then a slow stroke out until only the head was inside me.
"This time... You cum for ME!" He ground out between the slow thrusts.
My body slowly responded, until again I was matching him thrust for thrust. Wanting his cock deeper, harder inside me. His cock was so rigid and hard inside me, slowly building the tensions inside me once again. His fingers found my clit and circled teasingly around and around as I mewled out unconsciously.
"That's it my sweet slut, let it build."
It was a slow sweet torture building inside me. No longer was I aware if I had an audience or not. It was only this man, this cock, and the wonderful sensations that were engulfing me as he steadily brought my passions to boil. I could feel the heat within me, coursing it's way through my lust-driven body as his cock moved in and out of my sex a bit faster with each thrust.
The first wave of orgasms crashed over me and I called out his name as his hot jism filled me. The sound of our combined moans filled the room, echoing in my ears. I stood back against him and he held me in his arms with my back against his chest throughout his last slow pumps inside me.
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