Chapter One
She looked up and into his eyes. Her body cried out for him, she wanted to be touched, to be taken by him completely. Mark was her boss and the head of the company. He managed everyone, but had time for no one, or so it seemed. Anna had tried every trick in the book to get him interested, but nothing seemed to work. Until that night – the night of the Christmas party. Was it the story about the handcuffs that had done it? She couldn’t be sure – she just knew something had lit up in his eyes when she, roaring with laughter, had described an old lover losing the key to the cuffs during a steamy night she had described it seems, almost too vividly. The next thing she knew, they were in his office, their hands all over each other. Well, if it took a naughty story to get him going, she had plenty more of those.
She lay back on the desk, the slight padding on the wood – meant to save forearms rather than her back, made her feel wonderful. She parted her lips as he pulled off her shoes, stockings and dress in swift movements that seemed to betray how much he wanted her. She hoped it was not only the drink talking.
“Fucking hell, Anna,” Mark looked into her eyes. “You’ve been hiding this body from me?”
“Good things come to those who wait,” she grinned back as he began kissing her thighs, working his way up past the lacy thong she still wore and up towards her navel. She giggled a little as he nuzzled her firm flesh, and she did her trick of flexing her abs, making the toned muscles stand out a little.
“Show off,” he said into her skin and then continued to trace kisses – deep, sucking kisses that left red marks – up her body, through her cleavage and then her neck. He dragged his teeth along her flesh and she felt goose-pimples rising on her arms. Her neck was her sweet spot and she melted with desire after it was kissed. With his hands, Mark cupped her breasts and squeezed firmly, letting the softness flow through his fingers, bringing those sensitive nipples to a peak. Anna sighed, letting herself be mauled about and played with – this was what she had wanted for so long.
Mark reached behind her and pinged open her bra, exposing her round, soft breasts. Her areolas were already tense and dark pink. They framed Anna’s sensitive nipples, which were erect and peaked temptingly. Mark could evidently not resist as he dipped his head and took one into his mouth, gently sucking on the sensitive bud and just nipping the flesh with his teeth.
Anna sighed and pressed his head into her bosom, wrapping one leg around his waist. He took hold of her thigh and pulled her closer to him – her flimsy underwear and his trousers the only things separating them from total penetration. The thought seemed to have crossed both of their minds, as Mark pushed her away from him and began to strip hurriedly, flinging his tie, shirt and trousers onto the ottoman in the office. Anna peeled off her thong and dropped it unceremoniously onto the floor as Mark turned, dropping his boxer-briefs.
The blonde woman’s eyebrows rose. Mark had obviously been concealing a weapon in his trousers – his cock was already erect and glowing on the head. She licked her lips and made to rise from the desk, but Mark pushed her back down by the shoulder, and parted her legs. She gasped as she felt his fingers part her already moist sex, and shuddered as he stroked up and found the pulsing, tiny nodule of her clitoris. Mark was evidently experienced and used both hands to both stroke her clitoris and gently slide softly into her vagina. Her entrance was slightly open, and as Mark swirled a finger around her folds, before dipping the digit inside her and delighting in her wetness.
Anna moaned as one finger was replaced by two, her
She looked up and into his eyes. Her body cried out for him, she wanted to be touched, to be taken by him completely. Mark was her boss and the head of the company. He managed everyone, but had time for no one, or so it seemed. Anna had tried every trick in the book to get him interested, but nothing seemed to work. Until that night – the night of the Christmas party. Was it the story about the handcuffs that had done it? She couldn’t be sure – she just knew something had lit up in his eyes when she, roaring with laughter, had described an old lover losing the key to the cuffs during a steamy night she had described it seems, almost too vividly. The next thing she knew, they were in his office, their hands all over each other. Well, if it took a naughty story to get him going, she had plenty more of those.
She lay back on the desk, the slight padding on the wood – meant to save forearms rather than her back, made her feel wonderful. She parted her lips as he pulled off her shoes, stockings and dress in swift movements that seemed to betray how much he wanted her. She hoped it was not only the drink talking.
“Fucking hell, Anna,” Mark looked into her eyes. “You’ve been hiding this body from me?”
“Good things come to those who wait,” she grinned back as he began kissing her thighs, working his way up past the lacy thong she still wore and up towards her navel. She giggled a little as he nuzzled her firm flesh, and she did her trick of flexing her abs, making the toned muscles stand out a little.
“Show off,” he said into her skin and then continued to trace kisses – deep, sucking kisses that left red marks – up her body, through her cleavage and then her neck. He dragged his teeth along her flesh and she felt goose-pimples rising on her arms. Her neck was her sweet spot and she melted with desire after it was kissed. With his hands, Mark cupped her breasts and squeezed firmly, letting the softness flow through his fingers, bringing those sensitive nipples to a peak. Anna sighed, letting herself be mauled about and played with – this was what she had wanted for so long.
Mark reached behind her and pinged open her bra, exposing her round, soft breasts. Her areolas were already tense and dark pink. They framed Anna’s sensitive nipples, which were erect and peaked temptingly. Mark could evidently not resist as he dipped his head and took one into his mouth, gently sucking on the sensitive bud and just nipping the flesh with his teeth.
Anna sighed and pressed his head into her bosom, wrapping one leg around his waist. He took hold of her thigh and pulled her closer to him – her flimsy underwear and his trousers the only things separating them from total penetration. The thought seemed to have crossed both of their minds, as Mark pushed her away from him and began to strip hurriedly, flinging his tie, shirt and trousers onto the ottoman in the office. Anna peeled off her thong and dropped it unceremoniously onto the floor as Mark turned, dropping his boxer-briefs.
The blonde woman’s eyebrows rose. Mark had obviously been concealing a weapon in his trousers – his cock was already erect and glowing on the head. She licked her lips and made to rise from the desk, but Mark pushed her back down by the shoulder, and parted her legs. She gasped as she felt his fingers part her already moist sex, and shuddered as he stroked up and found the pulsing, tiny nodule of her clitoris. Mark was evidently experienced and used both hands to both stroke her clitoris and gently slide softly into her vagina. Her entrance was slightly open, and as Mark swirled a finger around her folds, before dipping the digit inside her and delighting in her wetness.
Anna moaned as one finger was replaced by two, her
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