After Dark

Movie Night

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Tonight Willa intended to make it through the damn movie. It was a scary movie she had been dying to watch, but she never watched them alone. Trouble was, any time she tried to watch any movie with Arlo, they wound up entangled in one another’s embrace and missing the whole thing. Not that Willa minded the entanglement. As a matter of fact she quite enjoyed it, every single time. Arlo made sure of that. Having said that though, Willa was determined to spend quality time doing something other that fucking tonight. Sure, she and Arlo would go out to the movies, go hiking, take day trips to local destinations and things of that nature. They spent quite a bit of time doing fun things with one another and genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, but as soon as the two of them were behind closed doors, they could not keep their hands off of one another. Being around Arlo, even doing casual, benign things, made Willa wet. As soon as matters took a turn for the more intimate, her whole body lit up from the core, nearly vibrating with the need for his touch. He seemed always to be a kiss or touch away from complete arousal as well. One minute, she would be leaning in for an innocent kiss, the next minute she would be straddling the hardness pushing at the seam of his pants, begging him to fill her up with it. They had been loving one another for five years, and had yet to finish a single movie at home together. Tonight was the night.

Willa chose a comfy cotton pink dress, more of a nightshirt than anything. It was cute rather than sexy, and that was exactly the vibe she was going for. She put her hair up in a bun, thinking it would keep him from getting distracted by playing with it, put on simple cotton panties, her pink bra and finished the look with matching pink socks. “There,” she said, smiling at herself in the mirror. She felt adorable, truth be told, and knew Arlo would think the same. She put some popcorn in the microwave and then heard his key in the door. Smiling again, she poured them each a drink, and laughed, leaning into him as he came up behind her and pulled her tight to him. “Mmmm, hi baby,” Arlo said and kissed her on the back of her bare neck. The touch was so light, but placed in such a sensitive spot that she nearly dropped their drinks as her body reacted. She let out a tiny whimper before she could stop herself, and set them on the counter, turning to face him. Poking a finger teasingly into his chest Willa gave him her best scowl, “No funny business tonight mister! We are watching this movie. Through and through.” He laughed and said of course they were, the whole thing, and then raised his hand in a “Scout’s Honor” gesture. He had never been a boy scout, Willa knew, but she nodded just the same and handed him his drink. She kissed him quickly on the lips, and even that minute contact sent a thrill through her. The fact that this man was hers, that this love was theirs, it amazed her every day. As did the fact that her body continued to crave him as if the love were still new and fresh. She turned around quickly before he could see the longing in her face and pulled the popcorn from the microwave. “Can you queue it up while I finish this popcorn business? I’m going to put a little cinnamon and sugar on it tonight.” He smiled and saluted her, “Ma’am, yes ma’am,” and headed to the living room couch to get the movie ready. Willa took a deep steadying breath, placing her hands on the counter as she did so. Tonight we are watching this damn movie, she reminded herself, even as she felt her slickness beginning to soak into her panties.

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“This popcorn is delicious,” Arlo said as he took a few more pieces and popped them into his mouth. The movie was just getting started and she smiled as she snuggled close to the warmth of him. “Scared already?” he laughed. “Shut up,” she said laughingly. He put his arm around her and said, “I got you babygirl.” Willa looked up at him and smiled, inviting him to kiss her as she did. He obliged gently at first, and then just a bit more forcefully as his tongue slid between her parting lips. He moaned into her mouth and she pulled away, almost jarringly. “Don’t you start, Arlo. It’s movie night, where people watch movies together.” She heard the huskiness in her voice as she said this, making it far less convincing, but he sat back and put a hand up, as if showing himself to mean no harm. Willa knew he meant no harm, of course, he would never harm her. She also knew he would not push the issue if she didn’t want it. The challenge was that she did want it. She wanted him, damn it, as she always did. Still, she wanted to see this movie, and it was only a couple of hours. After that, they could enjoy one another until each was sated and exhausted from pleasure. Just a couple of hours, she reminded herself. It couldn’t be that hard.

Hard. God he got so hard for her. The sensory memory of feeling his manhood at its fullest made her gasp quietly, but he didn’t seem to notice. She looked down and saw that, yes, he was hard indeed. The considerable length of him created a noticeable bulge in his sweatpants. Like Beauty, reaching for the spindle under the spell of the witch, her hand reached for him, caressing the head of him through the thin cloth of his pants and underwear, drawing from him a hiss of surprise and pleasure. “Oh no, Princess,” he said. “Don’t get distracted.” He pushed her hand away, but slowly, letting her trail her fingers over him as she moved. “I’m not distracted,” Willa said, voice breathy, belying her words. She sighed and cuddled closer to him and turned to watch the movie. The movement drew small sounds from her as she felt the wetness between her thighs growing, clenching as her center began to swell. Already her body was begging for him. She had no idea what was going on in the movie, and despite her best efforts, didn’t seem to be able to focus on it. Her eyes kept wandering down to the throbbing hardness of him. “Fuck,” she whispered wth feeling. He looked down at her and asked, “What is it, love?” His own voice was trembling just a bit at the edges. Willa stared into his eyes, letting the full heat she felt shine through them. “I’m having trouble focusing on the movie.”

“Is that right?” He said it in a teasing tone. “Let me help you, Princess,” Arlo said. He pulled his hardness from his pants, allowing her to see that he was, indeed, throbbing for her. She moaned then, reaching for it, but he surprised her by taking her wrist and turning her gently, but firmly, away from him. “I don’t think that’s helping love. That’s teasing.” He said nothing, but instead trailed his hands up her thighs, lifting her pink cotton nightie and stopping at the edge of her panties. Chills broke out across her body and she shivered, closing her eyes at the intensity of the pleasure. “Stand up and face the TV,” There was no compromise in his voice, only expectation to be obeyed. “Yes, Sir,” Willa answered, trembling as she rose to her feet. Wordlessly, he pushed her legs apart as she stood, then slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled her panties down to her ankles. She made as if to turn and face him and he gripped her hips, “Don’t move until I tell you to, Princess.” Willa’s whole body felt as if electricity were coursing through it, and for a moment she couldn’t respond. Arlo smacked her ass cheek in a swift movement that made a satisfying sound and stung just enough, without being too much. “What do you say?” He asked expectantly. “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered. She felt as if her legs were going to give out from underneath her. Her center had become molten hot liquid and she could feel it beginning to trail down her inner thighs as she stood. “Step out of your panties, Princess. You are going to sit on this dick. When you do, you will be completely still, watching the movie. I am going to ask you what is going on in the movie at random, and you are going to tell me. Each time you can’t tell me will be another lashing on that beautiful ass of yours. Understood?” Willa answered Arlo with the expected, “Yes, Sir.” They had, of course, already negotiated the ins and outs of these interactions, making sure any boundaries were set and safe words in place. Still, Willa delighted in the fear that mingled with her need for him. Arlo was a fierce man and intense lover, and he knew exactly how to walk that line between pleasure and pain.

Willa stepped out of her panties, then backed towards Arlo, putting one foot on the outside of each of his, spreading her wetness open with her fingers as she sank slowly down onto him. He was not only long, but wide as well, and she worked her warmth down around him inch by delicious inch. He groaned with pleasure as she did so, and as he reached the end of her, she gasped with a little pain sound, mixed with so very much pleasure. He filled her up and she reveled in the sensation. “What’s happening in the movie right now, baby girl?” Arlo growled. He knew she had not been paying attention, and she knew he knew. “But, Sir,” she began. He slapped her bottom just hard enough to sting and she felt herself clench around him as he did it. She yelped at the sting, but the yelp quickly turned into a moan as he pushed up and ground himself into her as deep as he could go. She squirmed on him, but Arlo gripped her hips and stilled her. “Focus, Princess,” he said chidingly. He pulled his length from her by inches and said, “Be good for me, now.” Willa did her best to focus on the film. The main character was currently running from the villain, barely escaping. She was starting to catch on to the plot a little when Arlo thrust himself up into her again, his hands like a vice on her hips, keeping her in place. She cried out for him then, all coherent thought wiped from her mind. “Sir!” He said nothing for a time, but simply pushed into her, withdrew, pushed in, withdrew, fucking up into her wetness while she fought to stay still for it. He stopped suddenly, jarringly breaking the rhythm and said in a voice gone deep with his own need, “What’s happening in the movie, love?” She had completely forgotten the movie, her directions, everything but the feel of him massaging her walls as he moved in her. “Sir, don’t – “ This smack was harder. It left a burning sensation on the skin of her bottom for a moment and she knew it would leave the shape of his hand on her skin. She clenched tight on him, first in response, then in rebellion. She wasn’t allowed to moved, but he couldn’t stop her from squeezing her wetness around him, flexing her inner muscles to torture him in his need. “Oh,” he groaned huskily, ”you’re not playing fair.” She smiled knowingly and released her hold on him, only to clench up again a moment later.

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Arlo released his hold on one of her hips and placed it around her throat firmly, pressing just to the sides of her windpipe so as not to cut off her air, but instead to make her lightheaded and bring her closer to her threshold. He pulled her against him like that, then kissed the back of her neck as he had when he’d first arrived. He kissed, licked and then began to suck that spot as if he were sucking on her more intimate bits. He kept the pressure on her throat and his other hand on her hip and began to fuck her in earnest. The rhythm was fierce and deep, making wet sounds as her wetness poured over him. “Sir, please, please may I cum for you,” she asked, not knowing if she could hold on even a minute more. “Yes, Princess, take me with you.” Arlo began to stutter in his rhythm for just a moment and then he reached around her front and began to massage her pearl tongue and he fucked her. That final touch sent her over the edge and she screamed her orgasm as she bucked against his tight grip, feeling him come apart beneath her as she did. He dug his nails into her, just enough to walk that knife’s edge of pain and moaned for her as he came. Her orgasms came in waves, each time she would start to catch her breath, he would move in her and she was lost in the throes of yet another one. Finally, when her body felt completely drained, she stilled atop him. She opened her eyes to see the ending credits of the movie and smiled, too satisfied to be annoyed at herself. She leaned back against him, feeling him beginning finally to soften and said, “Well, technically, we finished the movie.”


Mine

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I have something you want. Something you need. And sure, you can find some elsewhere, but none like what I have, and you know it. So stop acting like you don’t. She sent the message with a devilish smile on her face, knowing she was walking a very fine line with Sir. A message came through nearly instantly, as she knew it would.

You know how precious you are to me, my little hellion. But mind your tongue before it gets you into trouble.

She laughed, delighted at his admonition and the nickname that meant he was starting to become irritated with her antics. She messaged back, But Sir, I thought you liked my tongue…especially when it gets me into trouble. Perhaps it would not be so troublesome if you paid attention to me like you should!

A thrill went through her as she sent this one, knowing that if she had been in the room with him, she would have heard him growl, low and predatory. This was part of their dance, she knew the boundaries and would never cross them, but Sir knew she needed room to misbehave just as she knew he needed the release of disciplining her when she did so. It was five minutes before he responded, meaning he was likely quite busy wrapping things up at work. Her text alert went off and she took a deep breath before looking at it with a smile and a thrum between her legs. When I get home, lovely one, you will have my full and complete attention. Perhaps more than you bargained for. Be ready for me in one hour. All black today, red lips, hair down. 

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She clenched low in her body when she read this and her heart fluttered a bit in her chest. All black was code for punishment, pain mingled in with her pleasure to remind her to behave. She always grew nervous, even though she trusted him fully. They had been in the dynamic for five years, and in that time there had been plenty of open communication and work gone into developing their boundaries and exploring their comfort levels. She had a safe word, they used a color system as well to signal when to ease up, and she also had visual cues for when she was restrained and gagged, unable to speak. Still, she always had butterflies when she knew she had earned punishment instead of funishment. The fear only served to excite her more and she squirmed a bit, enjoying the slickness already coating her inner thighs and the swollenness of her center as she did it.

The throb began to build as she undressed for her shower, feeling every sensation amplified by her excitement. The cotton panties sliding down her legs, the bra straps sliding down her arms. She ran her fingers through her hair, luxuriating in the light tug that created, then stepped into a hot shower. The water rushed over her, warming her skin and caressing it as it flowed. She whimpered a bit at the sensation, tightening her body and relishing the feeling. She was already so ready for him, needing him to touch her, to feel how wet she had become and not just from the shower. She was not allowed to touch herself without permission, so relief was not possible. It was simply an ache as she washed off the day, gasping slightly as she washed her most intimate bits. Her nipples were erect, even in the scalding water and her body felt alight with electricity. 

She dried herself off, then took her time moisturizing her body with his favorite lotion, smelling of frankincense and myrrh. She chose his favorite piece of black lingerie, hoping to lure him into funishment territory even though she knew she had earned more. It was a lacy black piece that hugged her full breasts tight, sheer to allow viewing pleasure. It covered her torso in the same patterned black lace, then spread at her pelvis, wrapping around her thighs and leaving her bottom and more sensitive things completely exposed. She paired this with thigh high fishnets and connected them to the garter of the piece, finalizing the look with patent leather stilettos. She noticed time was running short, and quickly put on the makeup he liked best, dark eye makeup she knew he would delight in smearing and a lipstick that would not budge through the night. He loved her lips bright, crimson red. She dried her hair and was ready with five minutes to spare. The process of getting ready had cooled her body just a bit, but as she knelt in front of the front door, hands placed palm up on her thighs, she had time to think once more of what was coming. He was cross with her, there was no doubt. But he also delighted in her pleasure and she had dressed to please him. Sir was going to claim every inch of her body with his own tonight, and that thought flushed her with pleasure and brought the throb between her thighs roaring back to life. 

His key in the door stole her breath from her and she looked down as he came in, trying to hide her excitement and giving him the most submissive of postures. He growled low in his throat, then said, “Ah, so submissive for me now are we? So quiet. What happened to that sharp tongue? Look at me, let me see that beautiful face, little hellion.” 

She looked up at him immediately, trying to give him innocent eyes and knowing she was failing. “What do you have to say for yourself, my lovely one?” 

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She looked at him pleadingly as she said it, but he only smiled wickedly.” Oh, not yet you aren’t. But you will be. Stand up and let me look at you.”

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Her face flushed red as she did so. After years of being with Sir, he still affected her so deeply. She loved the way he looked at her as he took her in, lingering on each of his favorite places. He looked at her with a mixture of hunger and delight, letting the fire show in his eyes. He always made her feel so vulnerable, yet so safe. “Good girl,” He said. “You look stunning, and I see you chose favorites of mine. That won’t save you tonight, sweetheart. I can’t wait to remind you who you belong to. Now kneel and open your mouth. Show Sir why he loves that tongue you mentioned.” 

She loved pleasing him and smiled up at him as she kneeled. He unbuckled his belt and pulled himself out before her, sending a shock of pleasure through her body, bringing back all the memories of them together and all the possibilities. He was hard already for her, and hot. She gripped him with her hand, watching him as he tossed his head back and groaned, “Yes, baby.” She licked one hot, long stroke up his shaft and lingered at the tip, teasing him despite her better judgement. This earned her a frustrated growl. “Stop playing with me, little hellion. Give me that mouth.” She opened as wide as she could, lowering her wet mouth over him as far as she could, feeling him in the back of her throat. He pushed her hands away and said, “I said mouth, baby. Your mouth is mine.” With that, he gripped her hair, pushing it away from her face and began to thrust himself in and out of her mouth as if it were other, lower parts of her. She whimpered as he did this, feeling her wetness begin to drench her thighs and her pearl tongue throbbing, crying out to be touched. She had to place her hands under her bottom and sit on them so that she would not touch herself. Doing so before being given permission would not bode well for her. He stroked in and out of her, then thrust as deep as he could fit, cutting off her access to air with the length of him. He held her there, looking down at her possessively. “Your mouth is mine,” he repeated. “Mine to please myself with. Your tongue is meant to please me. You belong to me.” She nodded, unable to breathe or speak and began to feel her body begging for air. She looked at him pleadingly, fighting her body’s urge to panic as he kept her from getting air around him. Just as she was going to give him the signal to ease up, he pulled out of her throat, slowly removing himself, wet and hard, from her mouth. She gasped as he did so, and he laughed a deep, rumbling sound, thick with pleasure. “Yes, little hellion. I do love that tongue. But all of you belongs to me. Stand up and let Sir remind you.” 

She stood, shaky with need, and faced her Sir, letting the inferno of desire she felt raging in her fill her face as she met his eyes. He moved against her, rubbing himself against her bare wetness, drawing a cry from her lips. Sir grabbed her by the throat and kissed her deeply, tongue exploring her mouth as she ached for him to explore other parts of her body. She began to tremble with that desire, moaning for him as he kissed her. He broke the kiss suddenly, grabbing her and spinning her away from him and to face their dining table. “Elbows on the table and spread your legs. Let me see what is mine spread in front of me.”

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She followed his directive with a mixture of excitement and fear running through her. Her heart was pounding now in her chest, and she heard him remove his belt from its loops. He massaged her bottom, squeezing firmly and gripping the softness there. She whimpered for him as he squeezed hard enough to bruise and he released his grip. “You asked for my attention, lovely one. But you acted out to get it. Who do you belong to?” He asked it and before she could answer, she felt the sweet sting of his belt licking across her backside. There was a loud, satisfying snap that accompanied the sensation and rang in her ears as she cried out. “You, Sir!” 

“Hmm,” he said gruffly. “I’m not convinced you mean it, my lovely one.” He flicked his belt in a stinging line across the other ass cheek, and she could feel it hot and welting on both sides. She cried out again, squirming with pain, but also with pleasure. This was part of their dance, and she revelled in it. “I do, Sir! I do! Please!” She yelped it, tears free flowing in hot streams down her cheeks. He said nothing this time, only gave her another lashing followed by another, and another. Her backside was now fully inflamed and with each strike, she cried out, begging him to believe she had learned her lesson, crying and yet filled with adrenaline to the point of ecstasy. Finally, she heard the belt drop to the floor. He pulled her up by her hair and pressed his hardness against her stinging bottom. He pulled her hair aside and kissed her neck, then her shoulder, then her cheek and she turned to meet his lips with hers, moaning as he ground himself against her. He groaned his need into her mouth and she met his need with her own. Her whole body was now quaking with the desire he had stoked into an inferno. 

He pulled back from the kiss and looked her in the eyes as he whispered, “Mine.” With that he turned her to face him, lifted her onto the table and shoved himself hot and throbbing into her. He was sheathed in her as far as he could go and she danced for him with him there, looking up at him as she bucked and moaned and tightened around him. She cried out wordlessly at first as he began to work himself in and out of her, thrusting hard and deep and slow. She felt him filling her up to the end of her and it was too much, she spilled her orgasm over him in a flood and as she did so, cried out “Thank you Sir! Thank you!” He growled deep and began plunging into her harder and fast, his breath hitching as he said, “Mine. You are mine. All mine. You belong to Sir. Don’t fucking forget it.” She felt his body tense and the knowledge that it was her body that was pleasing him, her that he was claiming as his, and that she belonged to him completely, sent her over the edge again. Her center clamped down on him, drawing him as close to her and deep into her as he could be, and it was there that he spilled his pleasure. He gripped her thighs bruisingly as he came, moaning his satisfaction loudly and then dipping his mouth to her breast and marking her there, digging teeth in and sucking as he moved. She screamed, climaxing once again for him as he rode her, thrashing beneath him and gripping his head tight against her until the waves of pleasure calmed. 

He lifted his head to look at her as he pulled out of her wetness. He watched her with delight as she gasped and shivered with every inch he moved. When he slipped the last inch out of her, she smiled, satisfied, and then winced as she moved to sit up. Her bottom was hurting in earnest now, and would be for some time. He laughed, reading her expression. “Lesson learned, baby?” She smiled up at him happily as she said, “Yes, Sir. Lesson very much learned.”


Private Office

Comfort or aesthetics? Rose wasn’t sure which to go with, and she was already running late. She was dressing for a meeting she had with her boss that day, an important one, and so she wanted to look her best but also wanted to be focused on the task at hand. Rose had been the top performer for months running, her team constantly blowing the goals out of the water, and today was her performance review. She was in a position to negotiate for not just a well deserved promotion, but also an office of her own and a much more robust salary. She just wanted to make sure she felt her most confident and secure when dealing with her boss, because Sean could be quite a prick when he wanted to be. He was reasonable enough, Rose supposed, but he always tried to make you feel like there was more you could be doing. His favorite saying was, “ What else could we have done to make it even better?” And today was Rose’s day, she was going to make damn sure of  it. She had chosen a grey pencil skirt, knee length with a tasteful slit on the side that kept it business professional but also comfy. She had paired this with a white collared button down blouse with frilled sleeves that left her feeling powerful and pretty. The heels she chose were also not the issue, they screamed pretty, powerful professional and were still easy to walk in all day. No, the trouble was the panties. If she wore the comfortable cotton panties, she would have a visible panty line. Something so silly shouldn’t bother her, she knew, but it did. Everyone wore undergarments, and no one in the workplace should be looking for the outline of hers, but there it was on her mind anyway. But if she wore the lace thong or even the cotton thong, she would run the risk of it riding up at the wrong time and causing her to be distracted. Rose’s attention to detail was one of the things that made her so excellent at her job, but right now it was driving her crazy.

“Fuck it.” Rose said it outloud and threw all her panty choices back in the drawer. Her panties wouldn’t be able to bother or distract her if she just didn’t wear any, and as a matter of fact, as she walked to her car, the extra breeze between her legs seemed to empower her further, a type of secret freedom that no one could take from her. After all, the devil is in the details, she thought, and laughed to herself. She was so going to be moving into her new office this week. Maybe even today. 

Rounding the corner into the restroom to check her makeup before heading into Sean’s office, Rose heard a familiar voice call out shrilly, “Can you believe it? They fired  him!!” It was Debbie, one of the other managers from the site, and someone who couldn’t resist even the faintest bit of gossip. Debbie was talking to another coworker of theirs, and Rose skirted around the conversation, trying to avoid eye contact, to no avail. “Rose! They fired Sean!” Rose felt her face fall before she could catch herself. What did this mean for her performance review? Her raise? Her office? “Shit,” Rose said. “I know! Apparently he was taking money from the budget to pay for certain, um, people’s personal expenses.” Debbie put this last in air quotes, raising her eyebrows lasciviously and then cackled. Rose didn’t say anything to that, just nodded and walked out of the bathroom, determined to find out what was going to happen next. Sean was no great loss, in her opinion, but she also didn’t care about the rumour mill that would no doubt be circulating about his unexpected departure. He was the site director, so there was no one on site above him to speak to typically, but somebody would have had to come give him the axe. And that somebody was who she needed to see. 

Rose headed for Sean’s office first and it turned out to be great instinct on her part. She  entered the office with the door slightly ajar and found a woman seated at his former desk, looking irritatedly at a pile of mess and paperwork in front of her. “Hello, I’m Rose Garner,” Rose walked up to the desk, offering a handshake to the woman who looked up, surprised, but not hostile. The woman stood and accepted her handshake with a warm firm grasp just long enough to feel the strength in her hand but not so long that it became aggressive. Rose met her eyes as she said, “Hi Ms. Garner, my name is Gabrielle Trent. You can call me Gabby.Sean has moved on to other opportunities and I am here in the interim to appoint a replacement for him.”

“Thank you, Gabby. Please, call me Rose. I actually came to see if there was an option to have you, or maybe the person you intend to appoint, conduct my performance review? I realize that there is a lot going on at the moment, but it is something I have been looking forward to and would very much appreciate.” 

Gabby smiled in an inviting and knowing way. “A woman who is focused on her goals is a beautiful thing,” she said. “As it happens, I am familiar with you, and with your performance review results. You are consistently on top, it would seem.” Rose felt herself flush with pride a bit at this, and was suddenly more aware of her bare bottom and other areas. She moved towards a chair in the office and Gabby followed her lead, taking a seat as well. As Rose sat, she felt a fluttering between her legs. Must be misplaced nerves, she thought. Though it had not escaped her notice that Gabby was a very attractive woman. She was tall and statuesque, with womanly curves accentuated by her well tailored pants suit. She was masculine presenting, but had an undeniable femininity to her features with, plump lips, a beautiful smile and bright, sharp eyes that met hers unflinchingly and confidently. Oh yes, the woman was lovely. Distractingly so. 

“Rose? You with me?” Rose was mortified to realize she had spent an inordinate amount of seconds simply looking at Gabby, taking her in, and not speaking at all. “Yes! Of course, sorry about that.” She shook her head with an awkward smile. “You were saying you had seen the performance review?” Gabby smiled again at this, giving Rose direct eye contact as she said, “Yes, and that you are always on top.” Rose blushed harder than she should at this, since she was sure she was imagining the double entendre, and said “Yes well, I like to be the best at what I do.” 

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“Clearly.” Gabby said this with that same smile on her face and then continued. “As I mentioned, I am here to appoint a replacement for the site director position. We have already decided that if you are up for it, we would like to offer that position to you. The papers are all here, ready to be reviewed and signed and you can also take over the office, with apologies for the cleaning you will have to do in here after your predecessor ” Rose was struck speechless for a moment. This position was several leaps up the ladder for her, and she knew she could do it, but had expected to have to climb her way up a bit longer. “Wow, that’s amazing! Of course I accept.” Rose paused for a moment and then said, “but..” Gabby raised a questioning eyebrow at her in a way that caused Rose to actually clench her thighs. This woman was dangerously attractive. Rose stammered a bit, stumbling over the distraction and then righted herself, “I’d like a different office.” 

Gabby laughed at that, a husky, sultry sound that seemed more at home in a bedroom than a workplace. “I’m sure that can be arranged, which office were you thinking about?”

“It’s probably easier if I show you,” Rose said, and stood. Gabby stood at the same time and gestured towards the door. “After you Rose.” 

Rose walked down the hallway towards the office she had set her sights on. It was a corner office, away from all of the daily hustle and bustle. It was quiet and more secluded than the rest, with blinds on the windows that she thought would make for a very comfortable workspace when she just wanted to focus. As she walked, Rose became increasingly aware of heat growing from between her legs and up her back. She knew, right to her core, that Gabby was watching her walk. The breeze between her legs where panties were absent caused a shiver of pleasure to thrill through her, and she realized that she was growing wet. Noticeably wet. She felt the slick slip of her lower lips against one another as she neared the door, opened it and then turned to find Gabby still smiling and walking up behind her with a swagger that only comes with the knowledge that you were just given a show for an audience of one. Gabby stepped inside the office next to Rose and made a show of looking around. There was a large desk, a chair, filing cabinets and some office supplies scattered about. 

“Why this office, Rose?” Gabby looked at her, really looked at her, taking in the view from top to bottom, lingering on her lips, neck, breasts, hips and legs, as if memorizing the curves. It was Rose’s turn to smile knowingly. They were playing a dangerous game, both of them knew, but whether it was the excitement over her new position, this woman’s unbelievable allure, or the empowerment of having on no panties and soaking her inner thighs with her own juices as she walked, Rose was  in no mood for caution. “It’s…private,” Rose said, and closed the door, stepping in closer to Gabby. She could smell her cologne, and her skin, salty and sweet at once. “That it is, Rose. Very, very private.” Gabby pushed up against her, sending a thrill through Rose from her center through to her fingertips and drawing a gasp from her. Gabby looked directly into her eyes and said, “I’m going to fuck you, Rose,” as she closed the blinds. Rose whispered against Gabby’s lips, “yes, please,” and kissed the other woman deeply. 

Gabby wrapped her arms around Rose, pulling her tight into the kiss and grinding against her most sensitive parts. A whimper came from between Rose’s lips and was met with another laugh from Gabby’s. Gabby slid her hands around Rose’s ass, cupping it and squeezing it as she explored her mouth with her tongue, caressing, sucking, biting and savoring her taste.  Rose’s wetness had grown into a flood between her legs and her clit was now roaring with demand, needing to be touched. “Please,” she groaned and moved as if to push Gabby down into the chair. “No, no, Rose. You’re always on top, and I think you deserve a break, don’t you?” Gabby grabbed her by the throat, firmly but not painfully, and pushed her back onto the desk, laying her back on it lengthwise. She kissed her again, pushing the skirt up above her hips and as her fingers found bare skin, she laughed once more. “No panties today? Did you know I was coming?” Before Rose could answer, Gabby ran a finger over her swollen clit, firm and slow. Rose cried out and Gabby said, “Shhh baby, private doesn’t mean sound proof. Be a good girl for me and let me give you what you deserve. Be quiet and take it.” Rose bucked her hips against Gabby’s touch, impossibly thrilled by the taboo of it all and by the way this woman moved and touched her, like she knew every secret her body held. Gabby inserted her fingers in Rose’s wetness, stretching her tightness and testing the space there, then stroking in her while her thumb massaged the pearl tongue. She kissed her deeply, penetrating her mouth with her tongue and mirroring those strokes with her fingers, finding a slow, firm and deep rhythm that Rose caught and moved along with helplessly. She fought to keep quiet as the pressure built and the pleasure mounted. She whimpered and whispered over and over, “Please, Gabby please, please.” 

“Look at you, such a good girl, so pretty as you come apart under me.” Gabby whispered this huskily and groaned in pleasure. “You’re so wet, baby. So fucking wet for me. I’m gonna taste you as you cum for me.” And with that, Gabby moved her mouth quickly downward and sealed her lips against Rose’s pussy, sucking and flicking her tongue, hot and wet, over and over that swollen wound, teasing it with her teeth and then sucking it again. Rose reached out and grabbed on to Gabby’s arms and pumped her hips against that rhythm, thrusting and bucking and fighting for control. Gabby pinned her down and said “Stop fucking moving and let me take it.” She then pushed one finger inside Rose and sucked harder, massaging inside and outside at once and moaned against her wetness. Her moans grew and rhythm sped and finally Rose begged “Please, I need to cum, I need it!” Gabby pushed deeper and her body went rigid with pleasure as she said, “Cum with me, now!” Rose came undone from her very core, eyes rolling back and nails digging in as groans of pure ecstasy came from Gabby’s lips and vibrated against her climax. They moved their bodies as one, riding the wave of pleasure until both of them trembled with release. 

Gabby stood shakily and smiled, licking her lips. “Well Rose,” she said. “I think this office will do just fine.”  

Of Voyeurism and Explorers Ep. 1

Grace was never ashamed of or perturbed by discussions of a sexual nature. Her mother raised her to be very comfortable with regard to such topics. No questions were taboo and no part of her body was something to avoid acquainting herself with. This was in part due to the fact that Grace’s mother was raised by strict Baptist parents who were all about hellfire and brimstone and couldn’t have cared less about arming their children with facts or self confidence. Therefore, Grace was always encouraged to ask any questions that came to mind. This led to some pretty hilariously awkward moments, but her mother always found a way to explain things without making Grace feel silly or abashed. Once, when she was twelve or so, Grace asked her mom, “What does an orrgasm feel like?” Even as an adult, the response she was given seemed to be the best possible way to describe the feeling of a growing pre-teen. “It’s like being tickled, but it feels good, then it builds to an explosion.”

She didn’t quite comprehend the meaning at the time, but three years later, when Grace began experimenting, it became quite clear that the explanation couldn’t have been more accurate. Years went by, and she became more and more acquainted with what she liked and what she didn’t. Her body became a delight any time she was alone and moved to explore. Now, as a woman in her early thirties, she had it down to a science. Chilly room, warm blanket over her, lights off, porn of choice on, some rapid and deft finger play on the clitoris and BOOM! Job done, wash up, go to sleep. The only real variance was the type of porn she felt like watching that particular day or night. She had different partners throughout the years, but always kept her masturbation routine private and unchanged. No one could make her cum the way she could make herself do it, so why change anything? If it isn’t broken, don’t fix it, as the saying goes. 

Grace had used toys in the bedroom with different partners and had enjoyed using them on said partners, but never really tried them on herself as she never saw a need. That all changed when she met Jezebel. Yes, Jezebel. Her parents actually named her that, and yes she hated it when people asked. Most times she would just introduce herself as Jezzie and try to avoid the whole conversation. If it came up she would simply say, “My parents wanted to make sure I had no choice but to be a feminist liberal or a homewrecking prostitute,” followed by a very serious stare. That usually shut people up without further discussion. 

The two met on a dating website, cliche indeed. Jezzie had approached her with a joke about the irony of being with a woman named Grace when she had been gifted the name Jezebel. Grace had responded, saying that it would actually be quite poetic that Jezebel found Grace and the two hit it off. They began to get to know one another in a quite typical fashion at first, feeling one another out a little at a time. They were polar opposites not only in name, but in appearance as well. Both women were quite voluptuous, though Jezzie had a habit of wearing baggier clothing than Grace. Grace was pale in the winter and a bit tan in the summer, depending on how much time she was able to spend outdoors. She had hair the color of honey, which shimmered in the sunlight. Jezzie had lovely ebony skin, the color of melted dark chocolate, and dark hair that was black as night and cut close to her scalp. It seemed to always be freshly lined and not a hair out of place, at least in photos and video chat. 

Despite the differences on the surface, the two had much in common. They shared a love for horror movies, books of all kinds and music of most genres. They talked throughout the day and night whenever they had a spare moment. Grace made a considerable effort to keep the conversations away from sexual topics for a while, explaining that she wanted something based on more than just sex. Jezzie shared the sentiment, but as time went on it became increasingly difficult to avoid the topic. Their connection was fire, and Grace simply could not stop her mind from heading in that direction.She wondered what it would feel like to touch Jezzie. How she would kiss, what she would sound like when she moaned her name, what she would smell like, how she would taste. But still, Grace tried to keep her mind focused on anything else, which became exponentially more difficult the day that Jezzie asked her in a very blunt message, “How do you like to cum?”

Grace was floored at the message, mainly because it seemed to come out of left field. Even still, she felt her center stir instantly in response to the question, thrumming to life like a tiny heartbeat between her legs. She took a deep breath and considered the question. How did she like to cum? Grace had never really considered the specifics, and didn’t want to seem inexperienced, so she responded rather coyly.

“Hard.”

Jezzie replied, “ So are you rough with yourself?”

Grace didn’t know how to answer these specific questions. She had always been asked what she liked in the bedroom with a partner or how she liked to be fucked. No one had ever asked her about how she pleased herself. She gave it some thought and then decided to be honest. “I haven’t really given it much thought. It depends on my mood I guess, but for the most part I have had the same routine since forever. Sort of an orgasm formula for myself, in and out and on to the next order of business.”

“So do you penetrate yourself then, or just stroke your clit?”

Now Grace was beginning to squirm in her seat. Given that she was at work in her desk chair and in relatively plain view of her fellow employees, she bit her lip and forced herself to be still and quiet as her clit began to swell. It wasn’t the thought of pleasuring herself that was turning her on. It was the fact that Jezzie had now made it clear she had at least some sexual thoughts about Grace. Her interest was unbearably arousing and this was so not the time to be aroused. Still, Grace couldn’t bring herself to change the subject. Not yet.

“No, I don’t penetrate myself, I just rub my clit. Slowly at first because it is so sensitive to touch. Then faster and faster until it’s almost a vibration. When I climax I slow down again, but then have to take my finger away because it gets too intense.”

The three little dots indicating Jezzie was typing were mocking Grace as she sat staring at her phone, not at all paying attention to the work on her desk. She was clenching her thighs and at the very same time she was nearly biting her nails in anxiety. Had she given too much? Too little? Finally a message popped up on her phone.

“Almost a vibration? Finger? As in one finger? So, do you ever use any toys?”

Grace felt her face get hot and knew it must be glowing red. All at once she felt juvenile, like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher. She had never had someone make her feel this way, but somehow the embarrassment seemed to excite her even more. Her pussy was now soaking through her lace panties and dampening the skirt she was wearing. She squirmed again, rubbing her clit against that wetness and let a small whimper escape her lips before she remembered her surroundings. 

“Well, no,” Grace typed. “I have never used toys on myself, or had them used on me actually…though I have used them on others, I have always just gotten off from skin on skin. But can we pin the subject please? I’m at work and, well…there’s a bit of a situation happening.”

Jezzie’s reply was lightning quick. “A situation? Because of the conversation? What situation? And how would changing the subject help?”

Grace couldn’t figure out if Jezzie was being devilish or honestly didn’t know the effect she was having, but either way the pulse between her thighs was only growing faster and more insistent. She was going to wind up soaking her chair if she wasn’t careful. “Well, Jezzie, to be blunt, my panties are wet and I am wearing a very thin skirt and can’t keep from squirming. I’m sorry if this is too much information, but you asked.” 

“Perfect,” Jezzie responded. “That’s exactly how I want you. Now follow my instructions. When you finish reading this message, I want you to put your phone on vibrate, if it’s not already. The setting where the vibration pulses as the phone rings. Then I want you to sit right there at your desk, place your phone tight up against that wetness and sit on it as I call you over and over. Do not get up, do not remove the phone and do not make a sound. You’re surrounded by people, so act normal. Do your job, and let me make you cum. Hard. You can pick up the phone when I stop calling. You have 20 seconds. Get comfortable, Grace. XOXO”

Without thinking too much, Grace turned on the requested setting and discreetly placed her phone where instructed. There was a part of her that was aghast and protesting furiously, but her aching wetness and pounding heart overruled any thought of just pretending to follow directions. Just as she got comfortable, her phone started to vibrate with a phone call. It was so strong and so sudden she let out a gasp of surprise before she could stop herself. She looked around her and saw a few glances her way, but no undue interest. She pulled away a little and then remembered she also was instructed not to get up. She bit her lip again, harder this time, and breathed deeply, trying to look like she was focused on work. It felt so good! As the pulse continued, she began to grind slowly into it. She thought about the fact that Jezzie was the one doing it to her, calling over and over, and that Jezzie knew she was doing it, and she got hot all over. Her blood was boiling in ecstasy, yet Grace could only whimper ever so quietly and press harder down into the vibration that seemed to be taking over her body. The pressure built in her and her breathing quickened. She worked to keep it even and quiet and her body begged her to buck wildly as she gripped the arms of her chair, digging her nails in and battling to keep control of herself. People would see! They were sure to know what she was doing. Still, the buzzing continued, coaxing and pushing her until finally she gasped once more and held her breath to keep from screaming as she climaxed in her chair. The vibration kept going until she thought she would have to leap to her feet to keep from moaning out loud, but her legs were too weak and her body had a mind of its own. She squirmed and centered the phone squarely on her most sensitive part and pushed down. Grace tasted blood as she bit down on her bottom lip and forced herself to feel every moment until ecstasy became pain. Just as she was losing the last bit of control she had, the buzzing finally stopped. Her whole body sagged as she let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction.

Grace stood, wobbly at first, then grabbed her phone and headed to the restroom to try to clean up. As she walked, she messaged Jezzie. “Wow. Not to sound lame, but that was incredible”

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