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Now the front of Kate's skirt was halfway up her thighs. Beautiful round thighs, the tight pink skin radiant against the dark cloth of the back of her skirt. The progress was teasingly slow, but her fingers were gathering up more and more fabric, raising the skirt higher and higher, revealing more and more...
"Oh, fuck!" I said aloud. Kate had no panties on, and an exquisite golden-blonde triangle of pussy hair was exposed to my gaze, framed by the dark folded drapery of her skirt, framed again by the glass panel she stood behind. "Oh fuck!" I repeated.
Down at my crotch, Annie gagged and coughed, pulling away from me. I'd absent-mindedly pushed my cock too deep into her mouth and held it there too long. "Sorry," I said. I felt guilty. I'd just choked my wife with my cock because I was distracted by another woman's pussy. Definitely not World's Best Husband behavior. I helped Annie to her feet and got her to sit on the desk again. Then I knelt down, just as she had been kneeling before me a moment ago. I buried my face in her pussy, both grateful and sorry that the sight of Kate was hidden from me.
I lovingly went to work on Annie's cunt, running my lips and tongue up and down and back and forth over her pussy lips. I wallowed in the slippery wetness of her, smearing her juices over my cheeks. I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked on it, flicking my tongue around inside my mouth. After a few minutes, Annie was pulling at my shoulders. "Get up here and fuck me," she ordered. I stood up, and simultaneously Annie lay back on the desk, hooking her legs around my waist and pulling me toward her. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt."
As I stood up I stole a glance at the long window beside the office door. It was empty; apparently Kate had left. Gone to the ladies room to jill off? Gone home to fuck her husband? I tried not to think about it. I wanted to think about my wife. My wonderful, sexy wife who had her legs wrapped around me and was begging me to fuck her cunt. I held the head of my cock to her pussy, wetting it with her juices and nudging it between the lips. I started to push...
Down the hall, the front door to the office suite closed with a bang. Immediately I heard Kate's voice calling out: "Hello! Anyone here?"
"Oh fuck!" Annie hissed. She swung a leg up and over me, twisting off the desk and onto her feet. "C'mon, get dressed!" she snapped at me. She still had her shoes on, so her car coat was the only thing she had to put on. She slipped into it and started doing the buttons. "Get dressed!" she said again. I was in such a surprised daze that I hadn't moved, but I did then. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, then pulled my jeans up. My cock was too rigid by far for me to push it down a pants leg, so I just buttoned my pants and left it sticking out the fly. I sat down in my office chair and rolled up close to my desk.
Katie breezed in through the office door. "Hello Dave," she said cheerily. "I didn't know you'd be in today." Then she pretended to notice Annie for the first time. "Oh, hi Annie! How are you? Gee, you look great. You're positively glowing!" She turned to me with a grin. "Isn't she glowing, Dave?"
"Hi Kate," Annie said to the floor. "I was... passing by so I, uh, stopped in to say hi to Dave."
"Aw, that's nice," Kate said.
"I'll be going now," Annie said, still looking at the floor. Then she picked her head up to look at me. "You'll be coming home soon?" She knew I couldn't leave right away, since my exposed cock had me trapped behind my desk.
"Yes, soon." I promised, and Annie left.
We hadn't even heard the outer door close before Kate had her coat off and was hiking her long skirt up to her waist. She came around my desk and climbed up onto it, sitting in the smear of wetness that Annie had left behind. "Get up here, you bastard," she said. "Get up here and fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt, you bastard!"
I stood up so fast my chair tipped over behind me. In less than a second my cock was buried to the root in Kate's pussy. We fucked frenziedly, pulling and pawing at each other, kissing with clumsy urgency. I ripped the buttons off her blouse to get at her tits, mauling them with my mouth and hands. It was barely five minutes before her legs were spasmodically clenching around my hips as I pumped my load into her, both of us shouting, grunting, gasping.
After another five minutes or so to catch my breath, I was getting ready to leave. Kate was still lying on her back on my desk, her hand between her legs, languidly playing with the cum dribbling out of her cunt. When I hesitated, looking down at her, she said, "You'd better go on home to Annie. I hope you have some left for her." She looked at the crotch of my pants, about eye level with her. "I'm sure you do." She smiled sleepily.
Before leaving, I stopped in the men's room to wash myself off as best I could with paper towels and hand soap. Given the mood Annie was in, it seemed likely that she'd have her mouth around my cock within seconds of me walking in the door, so I figured it would be a good idea if that cock wasn't slathered with a mixture of my cum and Kate's pussy juices.
But as it turned out, things got interesting again before I even got home. When I went down to the office building's underground parking lot, Annie was there, leaning against my car and waiting for me.
"Christ, it took you long enough," she complained as I approached.
"Well, I had to wait for Kate to leave the office for a minute so I could put my dick away and zip my pants." As I spoke I saw that Annie's coat was unbuttoned and hanging open. "Fuck you look good, honey," I said. "Have you just been standing around showing yourself off to passers by?"
"There haven't been any passers by, lucky for me. I've been standing here playing with myself, keeping my pussy nice and wet for you." She reached a hand down to her cunt and slid her fingers up between the lips, then drawing them away and holding them up for me to see. Even in the gray light of the parking garage I could see the glistening, slick wetness on her fingertips. "See?"
I answered her by pulling her to me for a passionate kiss, dropping one hand down between out bodies to cup her pussy. She whimpered into my mouth, putting her own hand over mine and pressing. I slid two fingers into her, and she gasped out an "Oh!" that echoed in the cavernous garage. "Fuck me, goddamn it," she ordered, fumbling to get my fly open.
My cock was recovering quickly from my orgasm of a few minutes ago, but it wasn't the full-tilt boner that my wife had every reason to expect from me. So to give myself a little more recuperation time I dropped to my knees and buried my face between Annie's legs. She was standing at the side of the hood of my car, so she could rest her ass against the front fender. She leaned back, bracing her arms behind her on the hood and spreading her knees for me. I pressed in, pushing my mouth up to her warm, wet pussy and thrusting my tongue out to lap at her clit.
With soft moans and whimpers, Annie expressed her appreciation of my efforts. She put one hand on the back of my head and pulled me in snuggly against her pussy, and we stayed like that for a while, my tongue busily flicking and lapping over her clit and slithering inside her from time to time.
Then Annie decided she wanted us to switch off. She tugged at my arms to get me to a standing position and then slid down off the hood of the car, kneeling at my feet. Then it was my turn to tip my head back and moan appreciatively, as I felt her warm mouth close around my cock. There was a frenzied quickness to Annie's sucking motions that told me she wasn't settling in for a nice leisurely blowjob. She just wanted to give me a quick suck to make sure I was good and stiff and ready to plow the furrow of her pussy.
I was indeed as stiff as the proverbial board with rigor mortis, and Annie was just about to pop me out of her mouth and stand up, when...
A car horn went off about twenty feet away from us. It was just two quick honks, but coming unexpectedly in the closed, quiet space of the parking garage the sound was like a smack in the face. Annie jerked her head away from my cock, and in the process banged the back of her head against the side of my car.
I snapped my head up, looking for the source of that honk. It was Kate, on her way out of the garage in her VW. The road out of the lot put her car parallel with mine, with my car between us. This meant t
hat she couldn't see Annie, still squatting at my feet.
Kate came to a stop and rolled down her window. "Hey David," she called. "What are you still doing here? Car trouble?"
I went into a silent panic. If Kate said anything incriminating, not knowing that my wife was crouching at my feet and could hear her... "Just a problem with my side mirror here," I said. Then I gestured urgently, pointing down not at the mirror, but toward where Annie was. "ANNIE" I mouthed silently after glancing down to make sure Annie wasn't looking up at me at that moment.
It must have looked to Kate like I was pointing at my crotch and working my mouth like a fish out of water, but somehow she understood what I was trying to get across. She nodded, mouthed "Ohhhh," and gave me that same wry, taunting smile she'd shown when she was peeping at Annie and me in the office. This is fucking deja vu all over again, I thought.
"Your mirror, huh?" Kate said, her smile growing into a mischievous grin. "That's too bad." She was shifting forward in her seat and doing something with her jacket that I didn't understand at first. Then her left tit appeared, plump and pink and held up for me to see in her hand. I remembered that her blouse didn't have any buttons left on it, thanks to me. "Say David," she said in a conversational tone. "Has the copier been working okay for you lately? When I tried to use it today..." and she went on to talk about cryptic copy machine error messages, paper trays, toner cartridges and so on, all the while displaying that tit to me, bouncing it in her hand, squeezing it, running a finger over the nipple. The joy that this woman seemed to take in teasing me was positively sinful.
Down at my feet, Annie suddenly took hold of my lower leg with both hands and shook me. Not hard enough so that it would show from Kate's vantage point, but enough to convey her message: Get rid of her!
Luckily, after a final, extravagant squeeze of her nipple, Kate chose that moment to put her boob away, say good-bye to me, and drive off.
Annie climbed to her feet, glaring in the direction of Kate's departed car and rubbing the back of her head. "If that woman cunt-blocks me one more time," she said, "I swear I will kill her with my bare hands."
"She's gone now," I said soothingly. "Now where were we?" Naturally, my cock hadn't lost any of its stiffness during Kate's interruption. I pulled Annie to me, reaching down for her pussy.
"Agh, I'm not in the mood any more," Annie grumbled, twisting away from me. "I'll see you at home." She walked off to where her own car was parked, banging her heels on the concrete.
Happily, by the time we got home she was in the mood again. She parked behind me and hopped out of her car, her coat unbuttoned and blowing back from her magnificent body in the breeze. "C'mon stud-boy," she said taking my hand and pulling me toward our door. "You owe me a good one."
I guess I do at that, I thought. I knew that every time I cheated on Annie by fucking Kate, I was going to feel like I owed something to Annie. But as long as I'm able to make the payments...
The End.
Amateur Night at the Blue Nile
"Are we nearly there yet? This doesn't look anywhere classy." Clarissa tried to keep the petulance out of her voice. She knew she should be flattered by the stretch-limo and the Dom Perignon, glass number three of which was fizzing its way down her throat, but why the hell were they driving about dingy back-streets?
"Relax," her companion said. "Shoreditch is the new Soho. Home to all manner of delights. Where we're going is a different type of exclusive." The way he said it made her shiver like a thousand bursting champagne bubbles.
She tugged her white mini-dress, the one he had insisted she wear, down her bare thighs as a sop to demureness. Pearl earrings and necklace complimented; hair was swirled into a chignon. The picture of youth and beauty, sweet and languid as on the day of her debutante ball. The man beside her should be proud to have her grace his arm?though admittedly he looked fine in that tuxedo, carrying his upper body-mass with such suaveness and composure. Maddeningly he refused to fawn on her. Well she'd pander to his ego a while longer. Snare him the indirect route.
"We're here."
She looked about and saw nothing but a warehouse district. The limousine was wheeling towards one massive entrance sealed off by an iron partition.
"Gavin, we're not anywhere." She weighted the use of his name with condescension. Her father having introduced him as 'Mister McClain', it satisfied her to do so. She mightn't be the world's greatest secretary and employing her might have been a favour, but she'd got higher attributes and he'd damn well learn to acknowledge them.
"We're somewhere very particular," he responded, hand resting on hers, engulfing it. Despite her willowy height she felt little beside him. "Do you really think I'd take out a girl like you and not give her a night to remember?" She looked into his dark eyes and shivered anew. They drank champagne and her womanly pretentions dissolved in girlish excitement. Clarissa had no idea what was going on, but suddenly it felt like adventure.
The car paused, then a metallic rumble announced the partition's rising and they rolled into a huge floodlit space. A warehouse, swept clean but abandoned by all industrial pursuit.
"Where the hell is this?"
Gavin smiled wordlessly as the grey-uniformed chauffeur opened her door. She climbed out, her date joining her as she stared around the vast empty space. Nothing remarkable, aside from subterranean rhythms vibrating through the soles of her stilettos.
"Come with me." She took the proffered arm and the click of her heels echoed through the concrete hall as they walked to a downward-stairway at the rear. Music soaked though the walls as they descended around corners and Clarissa's heart pounded in time. She was about to be made privy to some delicious secret. One final corner and they confronted a miked-up and dinner-jacketed flunky guarding an iron door.
"Gavin McClain and companion. We're on the guest list."
The stone-faced guardian cracked a smile. "That's quite all right, Mr McClain. Have a good night sir."
"Thank you. I intend to. Birthday boy arrived yet?"
"He has, sir. He's being looked after."
"Very good."
Clarissa would have voiced her puzzlement, but her partner was guiding her through the now opened door into a covert reception area, till she could recognise the tune playing. "Inside and Out. I like this song. Gavin, where are we?" Gavin exchanged words with receptionist, as Clarissa tried to peer further. Then his arm was at her back and he was steering her down a curving passageway.
"Welcome, my dear, to the Blue Nile."
The corridor widened into a shimmering river of aqua-marine light. It bathed Clarissa and sucked her like a powerful current inside the high-ceilinged venue. Blue-white enveloped her like she was drowning in liquid crystal. Shimmering sexiness, enhancing the tide of beautiful patrons, male and female. Clarissa spun three-sixty, drinking it all in?the sparkling granite-topped furnishings and smooth undulation of the interior walls. "This place is amazing! Why don't I know about it?"
"It has a way of keeping its secrets. Drink?"
"Yes. Blue Lagoon." She giggled at succumbing to the power of suggestion.
The broad avenue split and curved around a circular central bar, to which Gavin proceeded, leaving Clarissa to wander. Male patrons were dressed to the same level of refinement as her boss, their partners?in some cases numbering more than one?all high-class slink and poise. She gazed to points around the bar where the walls appeared to curve into chambers discreet from the rest of the room. Each one was flanked by security, a distinctly-coloured glow at odds with the blue of the main bar radiating from within?ochre, maroon or emerald. A young couple paused at the maroon entrance, the male partner flicking a card from his breast pocket for the security guy could check it. Granted a cursory nod, the couple passed through to be swallowed by the room's mysteries.
"What's with the all those crafty spaces around the sides?" Clarissa inquired, as Gavin returned with drinks.
"A Nile special feature." He pressed the Blue Lagoon into her hand and si
pped his Scotch. "Themed lounges for guests who require, shall we say, some down-time. There's the Arabian Room, Egyptian naturally, a bit of sequined ooh-la-la in the Moulin Rouge ... And others more daring elsewhere. Staffed on request."
Clarissa was not sure whether to be entertained or appalled. "Is this place a ..."
"It's what you want it to be. Somewhere to drink, dance, socialize ... or to indulge in fantasy. The lounges are an option, as is the erotic cabaret. The Nile is only as exotic as any patron desires."
She stared at him, music thrumming through her body. His expectations eluded her, as did the precise nature of what she wanted herself. He was the only boss she'd ever had and her job hung by a thread, but she did not want to be out-manoeuvred in some sexual fantasy of his. "How exotic an evening were you banking on, Gavin?" She added an imperious tilt to her chin. "Are you expecting to show me around a lounge?"
"I wouldn't be so presumptuous," he said. "You're here as my guest, Clarissa, not my employee. And a girl like you must be so used to West End nightclubs and Michelin star restaurants. So at the risk of offending, I thought I'd surprise you with somewhere different. Purely to enjoy the ambiance and a frisson of danger. You're a girl who embraces danger now and then, right?"
Clarissa's lower belly warmed, not only due to her cocktail. She didn't like to admit how much this man fascinated her. "Maybe." She smirked, clinking his glass with hers. "And I'm not offended. It's nice to be brought somewhere so ... exclusive. Is it really such a big secret?"
"Put it this way ..." His mouth at her ear made her shudder. "You were lucky not to be blindfolded en route."
"Blindfolded?"
"Silk of course, in keeping with the establishment. Permanent members are concerned about anonymity. Cameras and recording equipment get confiscated and result in immediate expulsion. So, most guests are kept in the dark, literally, regarding location. I had to make a special arrangement on your behalf. Didn't want you to be too disconcerted on the way here."