My office Slut. As narrated to Lady Grey
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LadyGrey

A tape leads me into an exciting office experience.

My office Slut. As narrated to Lady Grey.

This story was told to me by one of my readers,can't say if it was true or not but I thought you would like to read my interpretation of it.

There was a knock on my office door. I looked up from my paperwork and called for whoever it was to come in. It turned out to be Pete Reaburn, the guy I had brought in to do some security checks. We had been losing out on some sales just lately, and I thought someone might be passing information to one of my competitors. He looked tired as he came into my office and slumped down in a chair.

"Found anything?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Not what we were looking for, but this might interest you," he said, tossing a cassette tape across my desk.

I picked it up and looked at it. There was nothing on the label. "Where did this come from and what's on it that's so interesting?"

He smiled. "Listen to it and then I'll tell you."

He looked across at the coffee pot. "May I?" he asked, standing up.

I nodded, and as he walked over to the coffee pot, I slipped the tape into my desk tape machine.

"I love you, Mr. Merchant," said a deep sexy voice from the machine.

Pete looked around his half full coffee cup. "Told you it was interesting, and it gets hotter."

"Mr. Merchant, I need you and I know you want me. I have seen the way you look at me when I come to your office; the way you look at my tits. I know you want me, I can see it in your eyes and it makes me feel so fucking hot."

I reached over and flicked off the machine. "Where did you get this?"

He finished making his coffee and came back to his chair. "I picked it up when I was going through some transcripts on the machines in the office."

"Whose machine precisely," I asked.

"Liz Morton's," he said, checking a page in a note book he had extracted from his pocket.

Liz Morton, that hot little blond with the great tits, I thought to myself. I knew her well.

"What do you want me to do about it? Put it on my report?"

I shook my head. "No, it's not what we are looking for. Leave it with me. I'll deal with it."

He smiled. "She sounds like a hot little piece. If you need any help with her, you know where I am." He got up smiling and walked back out of the office.

I waited until he was clear, then reached over and clicked the tape on again. The deep sexy voice came on again.

"It makes me hot the way you look at me: look at my tits and my legs, try to look up my skirt when I sit down opposite you. I don't mind; it makes me hot, and I have to go to the ladies room and touch myself. When I'm at home in bed, I dream of you fucking me. I bet your cock is big. I see it swell in your pants when you look at my tits. I don't mind; I wear loose tops so you can see down to my tits. I know you like it when I bend over your desk and you can see my bra. One day I'm going to leave it off just to see your reaction."

Hearing that sexy voice and listening to what she was saying had suddenly made me feel warm, and I could feel a rising down there in my crotch; she was really getting to me. I listened to the rest of the tape. There were lurid descriptions of what she wanted me to do to her: things I'd only dreamed of doing to a woman, things my wife would have kicked me out of the house for if I'd attempted to do them to her, and here was someone asking me, in fact begging me, to do them to her.

When at last the tape finished, I realised I was sweating, and the tightness in my pants was straining the zip and threatening to split it open. I stood up and adjusted myself to a more comfortable position. I walked over to the water cooler and took a large cup of cold water. Then I wondered just what I was going to do about Liz Morton.

I was thinking about Liz as I drove home. Pam, my wife of twelve years, was just setting the table when I walked in. She went on about the kids and what they were doing at school and what Mr. Gorton our neighbor had said about the kids running on his lawn. I was listening, but it wasn't sinking in; my mind was elsewhere.

It was the usual evening: Pam watching the soaps, and I reading the sports pages. Then I went up to my den and switched the computer on, checking that Pam was still engrossed in the TV. I flicked through some of my favorite porn channels looking at big titted babes sucking off older men. God, I was really horny tonight.

Later in bed, I needed some relief. I reached over and lightly stroked Pam's leg. She pushed my hand away. "Not tonight, honey," she whined. "I've got to be up early in the morning and I need my sleep."

I wasn't going to argue. There was no point. I turned my back to her and settled down. I wrapped my hand around my semi hard cock and visualized Liz Morton squatting between my legs as she was just about to go down on me.

I woke early. I hadn't slept very well, but I'd made plans. It was Saturday; half day at work. Pam cooked me a nice breakfast, and as I devoured it, I told her I might have to work through the afternoon.

She shrugged. "That's okay, darling. I'm taking the kids over to see my mother. I won't be back until around seven. You can get yourself some tea, can't you?"

I nodded. That fit in with my plan fine. Saturday morning was quite busy and the time passed quickly. At about eleven, I picked up the phone and realised my hands were shaking slightly. I rang Liz's number. She answered quickly. "Will you come through? I have something I need to ask you." She said okay. A moment later there was a knock on my door. I called for her to come in.

Liz was about 5'.8" with a slim figure, but her tits were awesome. Looking at them today I could see it couldn't possibly be the day she was leaving her bra off. I smiled to myself at the thought.

"Just wondered if you'd mind stopping over this afternoon. I know it's Saturday, but I'll pay you double time. It's just that the head office wants those half yearly reports," I lied.

She smiled. "That's fine, Mr. Merchant. I'm not doing anything. I'd be pleased to stop over."

I smiled. "Okay, come through when everyone leaves and we'll get started."

Now that she'd agreed to stop, one o'clock couldn't come quickly enough. I was pleased when the last of the staff left and I locked the outer door. I didn't want interruptions with what I had planned for this afternoon. When I returned to my office, Liz was already there. I had ordered some rolls from the staff canteen and offered her one. She smiled and took one.

I watched her munching on the roll. Her long legs were crossed, and I could see partly up her thigh. Was that a hint of bare flesh, or was I imagining things? Was she actually wearing hold ups?

"Sorry to spoil your afternoon," I said.

She shook her head, her blond hair partly obscuring her face. She brushed it back. "No problem. I didn't have anything on."

I smiled to myself at the comment. If my plan worked out, later she wouldn't have anything on, nothing at all.

I let her eat her roll before I dropped the bombshell. "I think we have a small problem, Liz," I said as she brushed the crumbs from her sweater.

"I'm not sure what you mean," she said, a puzzled expression on her face.

"It's this," I said as I reached across and flicked down the button of the tape player.

"I want to feel your cock slide down my throat; I want to feel you cum in my mouth," the sexy voice boomed out from the small speaker.

She looked at the recorder stunned, and her hand went to her mouth. "Where the fuck did you get that," she screamed.

I smiled and leaned over and shut off the recorder. "It came my way," I replied slowly. "It is you, isn't it?"

She looked at me; there was no point in denying it. She nodded her head slowly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Merchant. It was only done on the spur of the moment. I don't know why I did it."

I smiled. "Well, at least you admit to it, and that will go in your favor. There were some things in there that were very defamatory, not the sort of things you should say about senior management."

She looked shame faced. Her head hung down. I felt a little sorry for her, but I wanted to take things further, get her completely into my power before I gave her a way out, an offer I was dearly hoping she might accept. "I have been wondering what I should do with the tape. You are a good worker, Liz. I wouldn't like to lose you, but we can't have people using company property and time on things like that. I really should send it to the head office and let them decide, although I think we both know what the outcome will be."

She now looked at me pleadingly knowing what I was saying was the truth. "Please, Mr. Merchant, it will never happen again, and I will work overtime to cover any expenses I have incurred to the company."

I sat there looking at her sitting there dejected. I felt like a heel putting her through this. "There's just one thing I'd like to know. Did you actually mean any of those things?" I was pleased when I saw her face redden.

She nodded. It was only a slight movement of her chin, but it was a definite movement. "I'm sorry," she said, "if I've caused you any embarrassment. I know you are married, but I find you so attractive. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help myself."

So maybe it was a fantasy on her part. It was also the real thing and that suited me down to the ground. I got up from my chair and walked around the desk until I was standing at the side of her; she didn't look up.

"Look Liz," I said, "I think we might be able to work this thing out amicably."

She did look up at me then, a slight glimmer of hope on her face. "Anything, Mr. Merchant; I'll do anything you ask."

Deep down I smiled to myself and heard myself saying, "Right, you little slut. If you'll do anything to keep your job, get down on your knees and suck my cock."

But I had other ideas. She was what I needed. Home life with Pam had become boring. Sex was refused more often than it was accepted, and then grudgingly. Many times I would have gotten more satisfaction wanking myself.

I gently touched her shoulder and felt her flinch slightly. "If you really feel the way you say on the tape, I think we might come to some arrangement."

She looked up at me. "Do you really mean that?"

I nodded. "I know I'm married, but life at home's not that good. Oh, yes, I guess I love Pam and the kids, but there's more to life than that. Listening to you on the tape made me feel like a man again."

She reached up and squeezed my hand. Then she pulled it down until it was resting on her breast. It felt firm and tight, and I could just detect the thrust of a nipple. "I really meant everything I said on the tape." She smiled. "I don't know what it is, but just being near you makes me feel hot all over. I lie in bed at night and play with myself wanting it to be you touching me. I don't want to cause problems with your wife. I would just be happy with a part of you."

I squeezed her breast gently. "I think we might arrange that," I said, "and to start with, we have all afternoon to ourselves."

I pulled her up from the chair and wrapped my arms around her. She snuggled up to me. "I'll do anything you want; you only have to ask," she whispered into my ear.

I held her for a few minutes enjoying the feel of her body against mine. Then I pushed her away, holding her at arms length. "You'll do anything I ask?" I said, looking at her.

She nodded. "Yes, darling, anything."

"Okay," I said, "undress for me. I want to see you naked."

She smiled and moved a little away from me. It felt strange ordering her that way. Also, it felt good. If I'd said that to Pam, she would have probably told me to piss off, but here was a woman who wanted to do as I wished, and, yes, it felt good.

She reached around and unfastened some buttons on the neck of her sweater. Then she took hold of the bottom and peeled it up over her head. I looked at her breasts, now partly exposed, almost overflowing her white silk bra. She smiled and unclasped the catch on her skirt. She slowly pulled the short zip down. I watched as she eased the skirt down over her almost flat stomach. I saw the white band of her panties appear low on her hips, and then the skirt was free and it fell to the floor.

My eyes flickered from the white silk panties to the dark hold ups. Yes, I had been right; she was wearing stockings. She stooped and picked the skirt up and put it together with her sweater on a chair.

She smiled again. This time I detected a little unease, but she wasn't about to stop. She cupped her breasts lovingly, then moved her hands around to her back. I saw her fumbling to undo the clasp of her bra. At last it gave way and the bra fell loose. She slowly drew the thin straps down her arms and finally eased the bra away completely. Her breasts were now exposed before me. They were everything I had dreamed about: firm white orbs the size of large grapefruit, adorned with erect pink nipples. I felt myself beginning to sweat. She was everything about a woman I had dreamed of; a body as good as any I had seen on the porn channel, and what's more, it was mine to do with as I wished. My heart was thumping and my hands were hot and clammy and there was a distinct stirring in my pants. I dared not look down, although I know it must have been showing.

I saw her tongue flick out and run across her lips. I almost held my breath as her hands went to the waistband of her panties and she began to peel them down ever so slowly. I watched as the top of her panties got lower and lower, and then I saw the swell of her mons pubis. I almost came when I realised it was totally bare, and then there it was: her most intimate prize exposed before me, the slightly pouting lips of her vagina. My eyes were fixed on it as the panties descended to the floor. She daintily stepped out of them and kicked them away.

"Do you want the stockings off as well?" Her voice broke through my reverie.

I dragged my eyes up to look at her. "No," I said hesitantly, "you can leave them on."

Then she was moving toward me, her breasts moving slightly with the action of her body. She pressed herself against me. I touched her naked flesh; it was so smooth and cool. I held her in my arms stroking her back feeling her breasts pressing into my chest. I moved my hands down and stroked them over the firmness of her bottom. She groaned and pressed her stomach against me. "I need you," she said urgently.

It was the first time in my life that a woman had asked me for sex, and the way I was feeling at that moment I wasn't going to refuse her offer. It took me seconds to strip completely, and then she was back in my arms. It felt even more wonderful now that I too was naked.

I turned her around. Now her back was towards my desk. I lifted her slightly until she was able to sit on it. She got the idea, quickly easing herself back and spreading her legs. She lay back resting on her arms. I looked down between her legs; her pussy lips were slightly parted exposing an inviting wet pink interior. I could not help myself inserting one finger into the warm wetness. She shut her eyes and groaned softly. "Please fuck me," she said softly.

I positioned my cock that was almost throbbing with anticipation, rubbing the bulging head up against her damp outer lips. Then I slowly eased it into her. She let out a prolonged gasp as it sank deep into her body, and I felt with some excitement her muscles flex, gripping it tightly.

As I began to pump slowly into her, the sensation was almost mind blowing. I had never fucked anyone who was so tight. I reached up and grasped those delightful orbs and massaged them gently. I don't know how long I lasted, but it wasn't as long as I wanted it to be. When I came, I didn't want to stop as I pumped spurt after spurt into her beautiful body. She leaned forward off the desk, wrapping her arms around me and kissing my neck. "Thank you, thank you," she mumbled between kisses.

At last our labored breathing returned to normal and we eased apart looking somewhat shamefaced at each other. "You don't know how long I've wanted you to do that to me," she said with a slight smile. "I've dreamed about it many times, but the dreams were not as good as the real thing."

I looked down. My cock had almost subsided and was hanging limply. Between her open legs, a pool of our juices had formed and more was joining it as it oozed from her gaping pussy. "I'm a bit messy," she said apologetically.

"Nothing that won't clean up," I said with a grin. I passed her a towel and she dried herself as well as she could.

Then she slipped off the desk. "I need a pee," she said, moving quickly in the direction of the loo.

I wiped the desk with some paper towels and tossed them in the waste basket. I turned as she came back into the office. She looked ravishing naked, and she seemed quite confident. She seemed in no hurry to cover herself. I filled a couple of cups with water from the cooler and passed one to her. "Sorry it's only water, but I'll bring along some wine next time." She grinned. "So there is going to be a next time?"

I nodded. "Yes, I guess there is. I need you as much as you need me. I think we will be good for each other, and I like the look of you walking around the place naked. I could get quite used to it."

She smiled. "And I like what you do to me. I've wanted it for so long." I pulled her to me and she melted into my arms. "What now?" she whispered.

I looked at the clock. It was only half past two. "We have another two and a half hours," I said. "I'm sure I will think of something."

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