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  “Fuck me,” I said and moved my hands to his shoulders, grabbing onto him. “I am so wet now.”

  He slipped his hand up my skirt and rubbed my pussy. “You are,” he breathed. “You’re so wet.”

  I grabbed his face and kissed him again, sucking at his mouth. “Please,” I begged. “Fuck me!”

  He pulled my panties off and then rammed his hard and throbbing cock into my wet, willing and wanting pussy. I shuddered at how good it felt, that skin on skin contact, that pussy and cock union.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to ride him. Ahh, it felt so good and it was so easy to get my groove on. Because I was so turned on, I came without even trying. The orgasm ripped through my body and came out in an intense moan from my throat. Uhhgh! I moaned with it, shook with it and then felt him coming and coming hard. I hung on until he finished with a shudder and a moan. He gave me one good, last thrust and then we kissed as we came down from the cloud of good feeling.

  “Mmmm…” he moaned and nuzzled my neck. “That was a good fuck.”

  “Yes,” I said and kissed his cheek, then pulled away. “I have to get home.”

  “I’ll walk you,” he said.

  “No, I’ll take a cab,” I replied and adjusted my skirt and top. I looked around for my panties, saw them on the nasty ground and then noticed a trash can. I went over, picked them up and tossed them into the garbage. He watched me, bemused.

  “I guess that’s one way to get rid of the evidence,” he said.

  “It is,” I said and winked at him. “Listen, this is the way it’s going to go down. Come to my office tomorrow at seven. I’ll be ready.”

  He stared at me and grinned. “So, you want some more?”

  “I do,” I said. “Don’t be late.”

  I gave him one last quick kiss then went home, said hello to my boyfriend, took a quick shower and slept like a baby.

  * * * * *

  The next day, at the end of the day, Ted came into my office without a word. I didn’t have anything to say, either.

  We stared at each other. This was it. Could I do it again? I’d done it last night. I’d made my excuses to my boyfriend about another late meeting. I’d waited all day, till the end of the day, for this. And I wanted it. But I was nervous. Would it be as good as it had been previously? Fuck it. I had to find out so I plunged in before I chickened out. I was ready. My glasses were off, my skin was tingling. I was getting wet just thinking about what we were about to do. It was time.

  I leaned over and pressed my mouth against his, breathing in his smell, his skin, him. He gasped a little and grabbed my face, holding me tight, like he was never going to let me go. I allowed it for a few seconds, then pushed him back. None of that just yet. I wanted to get down to business. So, I got down to it by getting down on my knees.

  Before I unzipped his pants, I glanced up at him and couldn’t help but smile at the look of surprise and joy on his face. He couldn’t believe his luck. Well, neither could I. Once his pants were unzipped, I pulled out his cock, then looked up at him and began to stroke it. He stared down at me and I could see the lust in his eyes. I licked my lips, then slide my tongue across the tip before taking it into my mouth. He moaned loudly and exhaled sharply as I began to suck his cock, sucking so hard, I was sure he’d explode in my mouth. And I wanted him, too. I didn’t normally do things like this with my boyfriend but with him, I wanted to do it, I wanted to be dirty.

  I could tell me was about to come and I could tell he had some other things on his mind. I pulled back and stared up at him, then gave his cock one last hard suck.

  “Come on, love,” he said and grabbed me up under the arms and turned me around so that my ass was in front of him and I was facing my desk. He ran his hands up and down my ass, up and down my legs, then began to plant small kisses onto the backs of my thighs while his hand made its way under my skirt and into my panties. Ahhh… It felt so good. He began to rub my pussy with deep, long strokes. I moved with his hand and rubbed against it, feeling the good, hard pressure on my clit.

  Without a word, he pushed my skirt up and over my ass and then pulled my legs apart, burying his face into my pussy. I hissed with passion and widened my stance, glad I’d left my stilettos on so I could have some height. And then he began to eat at me, sucking at my pussy, before he found my clit, which he gave several long, flat-tongued licks to before sucking at it. I let out a little wail as the orgasm hit me, took me over and sent me clawing at the desk, knocking my phone and pencil holder off. I began to ride his face, extending the orgasm and rode it out until there was nothing left.

  He turned me around.

  I greeted him with open arms, pulling him into me and taking off his jacket and shirt as I locked my lips to his. I ran my hands up and down his smooth, muscled torso, then leaned over and licked and nibbled at his nipples. He pulled me back up and kissed me hard while unbuttoning my shirt and I helped him to slip it off my back. Then he unsnapped my bra and grabbed my tits. He squeezed them together then bent over and gave the nipples, which were already hard and tender, several long licks until I was almost writhing with lust.

  I couldn’t take much more. I wanted his cock in me and I wanted it fucking me. I grabbed onto it, pushing his pants off with my legs and lay back on the desk, opening my legs up wide for him. He climbed onto the desk and mounted me, pushing his hard, throbbing member deep into my cunt. I moaned when he was all the way in. and then we fucked. We fucked hard. I grabbed onto his ass, pushing him as deeply as he could go inside and sucked on his neck. Ummm… It felt so good, so dirty and slightly nasty. I could not get enough.

  “I’m gonna come,” he moaned.

  “Shh,” I whispered into his ear, then licked it. “Slow down. Let me have more.”

  He nodded and backed himself off the orgasm. I began to fuck him, moving my pussy up and down his cock, squeezing it into me and riding it for all it was worth. It wasn’t long before I found my groove and felt the orgasm take over. I moaned and threw my head back just as it hit me and he started pumping into me as soon as I began to come.

  Just as he came, he pulled out and shot his hot semen all over my stomach. I gyrated with it, moving this way and that as it splashed all over me, loving the sticky and hot cum. He leaned over and kissed me hard, pressing his mouth onto mine. I kissed back, unable to control myself, and knew, just knew I was going to get what I wanted. And I wanted more.

  * * * * *

  At the end of the day, it became about the sex. Just the sex. Sure, Ted would bring me little trinkets from time to time—flowers, delicious dark chocolates and even a pair of Tiffany earrings once. But I didn’t care about any of that. It was just about the sex. I wanted him, his cock, and that’s all.

  He did mention me leaving my boyfriend for him once and I stopped him right there. There would be no talk of that. What we did was between us and it was unfair to bring my boyfriend into it.

  And, yes, I did feel some guilt about doing it. But I put that out of my mind. I knew this wouldn’t last and I wasn’t doing it to hurt anyone. I was doing it out of sheer lust and boredom with my life. I’d never had sex that good and it was something I needed. It was the ray of sunshine in my otherwise drab days. It was what I thought about when I did something I loathed, like cleaning the bathtub or poring over a sales report. It was my time and I was taking my time.

  Our routine was simple. I’d make arrangements to meet him, usually after seven. He’d come down the elevator, get off, find me and we’d fuck. We fucked all over my floor, too, even on my bosses’ desk. It was fun and it was lively and it was everything I’d ever fantasized about.

  He loved to give it to me from behind. This one time, he turned me over, pushed open my legs and shoved his hard cock into me. I began to move with him until I felt his finger slide down between the cheeks of my ass. Without hesitation, he kept sliding until he found the entrance and then he slipped the finger in as he fucked me. Oh, fuck, that
felt good! I gritted my teeth and pushed back against him as he gave it to me. I rose up and grabbed his other hand, placing it on my breast. I put my hand between my legs, on my clit, and had all of the major erotic areas covered. It was a fuck fest that night. He kept pumping into me and fucking me while fingering me. I came so hard I thought I might pass out.

  He also loved to eat me out. He loved to dive in and suck and lick at my pussy until it was hot and wet. His skin would be slightly rough from his five-o’clock shadow and I loved to rub my soft skin onto it and get that scratchy, yet good feeling. Then I’d lick his lips softly until I elicited a deep moan from him and he’d take over.

  I loved it when he took over. Some days, without a word, he’d come into my office, shut the door and turn out all the lights. Then he’d grab me, throw me up against the wall and take me, fucking me silly until I was begging him for more.

  We wore each other out. I never wanted it to end. But all good things eventually come to an end and so did our sexual relationship. He got transferred to another city and I stayed behind. He begged me to leave with him, on his hands and knees, no less, but I refused. I didn’t want to uproot my life for anyone and I knew that while I did have feelings for him, I was still in love with my boyfriend. I also knew he could be easily replaced. I never considered myself a cheater, but I knew that door had been opened and where I took it was at my discretion.

  But I do glance at my watch or at the clock at seven every night. Wherever I am, I check the time and I think of him and I think about how, at the end of the day, we’d given each other much, much pleasure. It’s a fond memory I’d love to relive. But for now, that’s all it was.

  On the Same Page

  An Office Sex Erotica Story

  On the Same Page: An Office Sex Erotica Story. Copyright © 2012 by Bebe Wilde.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. For more information, email [email protected]

  Published by Abernathy and Monroe.

  eBook ISBN–13: 978-1-938107-09-2

  eBook ISBN–10: 1-938107-09-8

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  On the Same Page

  The pay was good; the sex was even better. No. I wasn’t getting paid for having sex with my boss. I was getting paid for being his assistant. The sex was just an added bonus. In fact, I would have paid him to have sex with me.

  Yeah, he was that good.

  It didn’t start out like that, though. I disliked him at first sight even though he had to be one of the best looking men I’d ever laid eyes on. But looks can be deceiving and he looked good. However, he was overly obsessive and somewhat rude. He was tall. Handsome. I liked his hands, which were wide and strong looking. But him? As a person? I didn’t like him. He was arrogant. He was one of those super-successful businessmen who knew he was the shit. He had it all—the penthouse in the expensive neighborhood, the driver who rode him around in a sleek black European car, the maids, the underlings, the expensive watches, the tailored suits. He had all the trappings of success. He had everything. Everything but me, that is.

  I wouldn’t let him have me. Well, not at first, at least. We weren’t on the same page, as they say. I was in a subservient position, one I didn’t like finding myself in and one that he wouldn’t let me forget. I had some resentment because of it. I guess it came out and he treated me in kind.

  “You can be such a bitch, Chloe,” he told me one day. “Why are you such a bitch?”

  “Because I don’t like you,” I told him, just to irritate him. He wanted everyone to like him though he, himself, was one of the hardest people in the world to get along with.

  But, as I was saying, at that time I didn’t really like him that much, especially not in that way. But after a while? Oh, yes, I did, very much so though I couldn’t let on like I did. I kept up the bitchy façade and he tried his best to please me; sexually, I mean. The thought of he and I having wild sex never left me, even when I went home on Saturday nights. I would think of him all week, the lust building in me as the days went by. On Mondays I could contain it. On Tuesdays I was getting antsy. On Wednesdays I was nearly out of my mind. On Thursdays I was giving my vibrator a run for its money. On Fridays I was back to containing myself but just barely. But by the time I saw him on Saturday mornings, it was hard to hold myself off of him. Even so, it took us a while to warm up to each other.

  But for the longest time I didn’t let him know my feelings. I didn’t want him to know I wanted him. Every girl wanted him. Every woman wanted to be his plaything, to be his girlfriend, to be his wife. He was wanted by many, many women. I didn’t want to seem like one of those girls and it came out in bitchy behavior.

  It’s just that he drove me crazy with all his little obsessions. This led to me smarting off about something, how his hair looked like it needed a little trimming or how a proposal seemed a little over-worded. Things like this drove him crazy and sometimes he spanked me for my insubordination. He did it to emphasize that I was a bad girl who needed to be put in her place. Well, that much was obvious.

  Before that, though, there was Ted. Ted was the man I’d had an affair with prior to meeting Mr. OCD Businessman. Ted was the man I had previously longed for and wished I hadn’t let get away. But my boyfriend, and my guilt about having an actual affair, got in the way. I couldn’t leave my boyfriend for him, that much was easy to figure out. But what I really didn’t want to give up was my security. I loved having my comfortable life. I loved my job and, yes, even though he was no Ted, I loved my boyfriend.

  However, he began to bore me after Ted. I couldn’t stand to be around him. The breakup was rather quick. I just withdrew and started bitching about everything in sight. Soon enough, he got the hint and packed up and left one day while I was at work. The note on the kitchen counter? It was simple and effectual: I’m sick of it. You can have it.

  He may have given me my freedom but he also left me with an expensive lease on our one-bedroom mid-town apartment. The lease wasn’t up for months. I was stuck with it. If I wanted out of it, I’d have to pay a lot of money I simply didn’t have. I made good money, but not enough to cover all of my expenses and my rent. Of course, I could have gotten a cheaper apartment. I could have moved to another part of the city. But I didn’t want to. I loved my neighborhood and I loved my apartment. It was the apartment all young women want when they move to the big city. It was in an older building, had unique characteristics and, oddly enough, had been a steal at the time we signed the lease. It was the deal of a lifetime. However, it still took two incomes to cover it. I couldn’t afford it on my salary alone. But to let it go without a fight? No. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I knew I was hanging on to the ideal, even if it was to my detriment.

  I was in a pickle. But at least now I was free to call Ted. However, something inside of me just wouldn’t let me. I don’t know if I subconsciously knew he wasn’t the one for me or that I was kinda digging having all this freedom. I’d been in a relationship most of my adult life and the thought of diving right back in, even though the sex was that hot, was unappealing.

  Regardless, there was still the issue of my rent. It was an astronomical amount to pay and, with my boyfriend out of the picture and no longer helping, I was going broke fast. It was inevitable that I had to start dipping into my savings just to cover it. After a few months of this, and the new of living alone had worn off, I realized that I was going to have to do something about my situation. I had to get a raise. I approached my boss with it one morning.

  “Come in,” she said and motioned me into her spacious corner office. She smiled at me and asked, “How
are you, Chloe?”

  I smiled back. She and I were on good terms and worked well together. She was nice and I hoped the fact that she liked me would reward me with some extra cash. So, I said, “I’m fine, Alexis. And you?”

  “Couldn’t be better,” she replied. “What can I do for you?”

  I sat down in one of the two chairs in front of her desk. “Listen, I know you are strapped for time so I am just going to cut to the chase. I need a raise. Badly.”

  She stared at me with a sight look of shock combined with sadness. “I’m sorry, Chloe, but I can’t swing it. There’s simply no room in the budget for pay increases. You know yourself there have been cutbacks.”

  I nodded. I knew this. It was true. I knew I was very lucky to have my job but the pay just wasn’t cutting it. If she couldn’t help me, I would have to find a better paying job and, let’s just say, finding a better paying job in this economy was an impossibility. And even then I’d probably still have to move once the lease was up on my apartment.

  She stared at me sadly and said, “I wish I could help.”

  “Me too,” I said and took off my glasses then rubbed my eyes. What a mess I had gotten myself into with Ted. I should have run from him. But the sex had been so good, so great. Yeah, it was worth it. But soon, if things didn’t change monetarily, it wouldn’t matter. I couldn’t live on a memory.