The Office, a short story by ChrisWestlake. Date added: 2008-08-24. Times viewed: 5994.
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- Intro: M/F; Oral
- Janet sat back in her large and spacious leather chair and eyed her equally large and spacious office. She allowed herself a brief, private moment to appreciate just how far she had come.
Now in her mid forties, she had worked tirelessly to become the Director of the company, and nobody could argue that her success was not deserved. Her direct, no-nonsense approach to business often did not make Janet popular with colleagues. Nobody was under any illusion; you messed with Janet at your peril.
Monday morning, and Janet had already been organizing her manic schedule when her PA called and advised that the doctor had signed her off for the week with stress. Janet, who did not have time to waste asking after her welfare, put the phone down and quickly called the agency to provide a replacement as soon as possible; empathizing that she would not accept any delays.
A replacement arrived within a few hours. Janet was fed up of the meek and giggly temp girls that the agency seemed fond of sending her, but when the replacement strode into her office, even she was surprised by the change from the norm. The temp was young, probably in his early twenties. But his confident manner and his pure presence made him seem so much more mature. Now this is a real man, thought Janet. Although he looked immaculate in his smart grey flannel suit, Janet could see the outline of his muscle bursting out of the seams. As he shook her hand and introduced himself as Ben, Janet surprised herself when a few non-professional thoughts to drifted through her mind.
Janet, keen to show that she ran the show around here, quickly designated him a list of long and arduous tasks, which he conscientiously worked through without any complaint. Although he was so young; he seemed completely unfazed by Janet, her position and her strict management style. He could not fail to notice the way that Janet spoke to members of her team, but he showed no alarm. He even seemed to have the cheek to flirt with her; with subtle touches and suggestive compliments. Janet had to admit that she liked having him around.
Friday evening, the office was deserted except for Janet and her temporary run-around. She had given him some extra tasks to complete, and she enjoyed the power of keeping him late. He came into her office just before seven, put some files down on her desk and advised that he had finished. She was just about to say thank you for his help this week when he turned around, turned the key to her door and pulled down the blinds. He turned around and kept her gaze. 'I haven't given you my thank you present yet, Janet,' he said flatly.
Janet, suddenly alert, was about to ask him in no uncertain terms what he thought he was doing, when Ben continued, his gaze still not moving.
'I've seen the way you act around her Janet, the way you speak to people. You like to come across as this heartless, mean machine. But I've seen the way you look at me, the way you act around me. I know that under that hard exterior is a lady that just wants to be fucked just like the next lady; and I mean fucked good and proper.'
Janet, who was used to shouting at people in her office, tried give this little upstart kid a torrent of abuse, but the words got stuck in her throat. She sat back in her seat, very tense. She watched as Ben strode purposefully and stood directly behind her chair. He did not make any movements for a few seconds, and Janet just waited for him to do something. Her whole body was shaking. She knew that he stood inches from her, but she just could not move. Janet knew that she should tell him to get out of her office, ask him who he thought he was; maybe even call security. But she was overwhelmed by his brashness, by his sheer cockiness.
Eventually, she felt is hands on her blouse. They rested there for a second, as if daring her to react; to brush them away. He was playing with her. Slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse, button by button. As he did so, he rested his mouth against her ear. 'I knew that you were a horny little bitch, Janet' he whispered. Against her will, she found herself nodding her head, egging him on. He swiveled her around in her leather chair and crouched down so that they were both eye level with each other.
'You've been giving all the orders this week, Janet,' the young man said to his boss. 'Now it's my turn to take control. Now you're going to do what I tell you. Now I want you to unzip my trousers, bend down on to your knees, and then suck my cock, like a little slag. Okay?'
Janet, overcome with desire and need, nodded her head. She grabbed out for his trousers and pulled out his cock. It stood to attention, hard and proud. She bent down onto her knees and started sucking on him. She was going to tease him, play with him for a while. But the horny bastard knew that he was in control, and pulled her hair so that his cock was deep in her throat. She sucked and licked and nibbled and enjoyed every second that his cock was in her mouth.
'Good girl, Janet,' Ben said, as if she was an Office Junior who had completed a task well. 'Now, chuck all your crap off your desk, pull down your panties and open your legs. I'm going to lick you out until you're screaming in your own office.'
Janet turned around and brushed the important papers and files onto the floor. She unraveled her expensive skirt and pulled down her silk panties. She sat her bare bum onto the edge of the desk, and then spread her legs as wide as they would go. Jason, who had pulled off his shirt to reveal a muscular and chiseled body, knelt down underneath the desk.. Janet screamed as his tongue slivered down the inside of her lips, leaving a wet trail. He circled her clit and developed a controlled but frantic rhythm. She arched her pussy forward and pulled his head towards her, and then wrapped her legs around his neck.. She screeched as he entered a finger inside her dripping mound. He continued fingering and licking her until her orgasm shattered around the office.
'Now bend over, Janet. I'm going to fuck you over your own desk..'
She grasped onto her computer screen for support as the young stud entered from behind, and conscientiously started to fuck her senseless. The whole desk shuddered as his long strokes entered her again and again. He held on to her hips and then gently spanked her bum cheeks, leaving a red hand mark on each side. Her juices trickled down her inner thigh. He pulled out, turned Janet around and then squirted his juices all over her bouncing tits.
They both cleaned themselves and dressed in silence. Ben kissed his boss on the cheek and thanked her for the week. Janet adjusted her skirt, combed her hair and again looked like the presentable business lady that she was. As he was leaving, she said 'Oh and Ben, if you are after a recommendation, I have a friend who is a business lady, mid forties, could really do with somebody like you in her office, if you know what I mean.' He returned her smile and said yes please.
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