Most secretaries would be fired for wearing a low-cut blouse like hers. Most secretaries wouldn’t get away with a tight pencil-skirt and the almost-visible suspenders around her thighs either. Most secretaries, however, aren’t married to their bosses – and today is their anniversary.
There are flowers on Lana’s desk when she comes in, high heels clicking on the oak floor. That gets a smile from her, which isn’t always easy this early in the morning; it’s still dark outside.
She savours the scent as she sits behind her desk, stowing her handbag. When she looks up and opens her eyes, her husband is leaning out of his office.
“Like them?” he asks her, smiling.
“How did you get lillies in winter?”
“Colour me impressed.” She gives him a coy smile as his eyes run down her body, savouring the effect she knows she’s having on him. “Can I help you with something?”
“Just enjoying the view.”
“You,” she lifts her head like a queen and turns to her computer screen, “have lots of work to do. Don’t get too distracted.”
He gives a heavy sigh, and almost walks back in. She coughs, getting his attention, and he swings right back out.
She pretends to give him a serious look, pulling down her spectacles and pouting. “Are you going to be able to concentrate, honey?”
“Lana,” he groans, “I actually do have work to do, you aren’t making this easy.”
“Poor soul,” she winks, and runs a manicured hand down her neck whilst holding his gaze. Her fingers curl at the inside of her blouse, pulling it open ever so slightly and showing the faintest hint of cleavage. “Try not to think about me too much?”
“Too late,” he huffs, and returns to his office.
She bites her lip as he closes the door, letting out an excited shiver.
She has plans for him today – plans that require him being wound up to the nines. The first part of her plan is working perfectly. With a satisfied smile, she flicks open the diaries and planners and starts work for the day.
Anniversary or not, they still have a large company to run.
An hour later, an alarm on her phone goes off. Flicking it off, she turns away on her swivel-chair and sets the phone to the camera. If it’s been an hour, she reasons, then he’s had plenty of time to forget all about her little display and calm down.
Time to change that.
She crosses her legs at the ankle, unbuttons her blouse a little to show the lace red brassiere beneath, and hikes her skirt up just enough to show the suspender belt holding her thigh-highs in place. With her arms, she pushes her cleavage together and looks up at the camera, biting her lip and giving it the fiery look that she knows he loves.
Fixing herself – though she’s arranged for no client visits today as a precaution – she checks the picture. Vain she is not, but if she ignores the little flaws she’ll always find then she’s got a lot to be confident about.
Her soft, pale skin goes well with the dark office-wear, and whilst she’s no glamour model she has enough under her blouse to turn an eye. Auburn hair the colour of autumn would usually spill over her shoulders in large curls, but it’s tied up for work.
Besides, she thinks, if it’s not tied up then she can’t unfurl it later for dramatic effect when she tears his trousers open and mounts him on the desk.
Smiling, she adds the caption:
Don’t work too hard handsome
She sends it to him, and sits the phone down, waiting.
A few seconds later, she hears a discontented sigh and laughs to herself. Her phone buzzes to a short, grumpy text with no kisses:
Don’t make me come through there.
Not if I come to you first, she thinks, and suppresses another grin as she returns to her work. She can practically hear his boxers straining from here, and relishes the thought.
Crossing her legs again, she squeezes her thighs together, quivering at the tingling warmth between them.
Another hour passes, and another alarm goes off on her phone.
She gets up, adjusting herself and making sure that everything is just visible enough to catch his attention. Her high heels clop across the floor, and she eases the door open and closes it behind herself.
Her husband looks up from his work, a little red faced and flustered, and raises his eyebrows. She gives him a knowing grin, and locks the door.
Pressing her back against the door with her palms flat on her thighs, she gives him a wide eyed look and feigns innocence.
“Tom, honey,” she croons, “are you having a good day?”
“Oh, it’s been ok so far,” he winks.
She bites her lip and brings one hand up to her blouse, easing it open at the top and leaning forward just a little. “Enjoying your anniversary?”
He pushes his chair out from his curved, modern-looking desk and leans back, taking in the view. Tom nods, his dark eyes running over the curve of her hips.
“Well,” she continues, glancing at the bulge in his suit-trousers. “I know we’ve got those rules about office romances and everything, but -”
“Shut up and get over here.”
She curls her lips upward at the edges, fighting a smile.
“I will,” he says, and almost gets out of his chair.
She stops him with a finger and starts walking forward. “You stay right there.”
“It’s a special day,” she says as she stands above him, hands laced behind her back. “And we’ve got as long as we want.”
“Benefits of being your own boss,” he smiles, that firm and reassuring smile that she’s come to love.
She leans forward and whispers in his ear, giving him a glance down her blouse. “I’ve got plans for you, mister. So sit back and stop fighting it.”
With one delicate finger on his tie, she pushes him back into the chair. His hands run around her stocking-clad thigh, running up towards the cusp of her ass. With a playful smile, she bats his hands away and leans in as though to kiss him.
He comes forward, and she puts a soft hand on his stubbled jaw and opens her mouth, drawing back as he moves in for the kiss. She lets his searching tongue find the tip of hers and no more, closing her mouth with a smile.
“I hate you sometimes,” he whispers.
She leans in again. “Will you still hate me when this all pays off?”
“Probably not,” he admits.
Shivering with anticipation, she runs one hand down his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his tensed muscles beneath.
“You’re awful tense,” she says, running a hand down to his belt and unbuckling it with a snap. “We’re going to have to do something about that.”
Slinking to her knees, she eases his belt off and undoes the button and zip on his trousers. He lets out a sigh and leans back, one hand gripping her shoulder. Through his dark boxers she can see the small, wet spot at the tip of his bulge where he’s leaking pre-cum.
Lana leans forward and kisses the tip through his boxers. He shudders, his cock twitching behind the fabric. Leaning back, she savours the moment and peels his boxers away, letting his throbbing cock free. With a contented sigh, he opens his eyes and looks down at her.
Those dark eyes stare into hers as she runs a tongue around her lips, moistening them, and wraps a delicate hand around the base of his cock.
“Have I got you wound up, yet?” she asks. He nods, barely able to talk. “Have I got you right on the edge?”
He grunts a response, one hand gripping the back of her head.
“Good,” she whispers.
Without any warning, she surges forward and wraps her wet lips around his helmet, swirling her tongue and plunging her mouth down on him.
He groans and tenses, lifting his hips from the chair and forcing his cock further down her throat. With one hand she works his shaft, running her fingers up and down, tightening and rippling them. Her lips, meanwhile, suck him in and keep him there, running over the bottom of his helmet faster, and faster.
She feels him tense, his breath held, and stops for a moment. Lifting her, mouth from him, she revels in watching him twitch.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers. “Don’t stop.”
“It’d be a shame if I did,” she says, and kisses his still-trembling cock. “That would just be horrible.”
“Lana, please,” he groans, his hands grabbing at her shoulders and head, trying to pull her in towards him.
“Oh,” she whispers, letting go of him and standing up, “I could do much worse than stop.”
She puts her knees on either side of him, straddling him in his office chair. It takes their weight as she leans him back in it, his wet cock sitting against his stomach.
He looks at her with burning, lust-filled eyes and grabs her ass in both hands, trying to pull her pussy in closer to him. Scooting a little closer, she lets the silk of her red panties brush against him, and he shivers again.
“Wow,” she whispers, “I must have you really worked up.”
He nods, and tries to pull her down by the neck, his jaw slack. Reaching down, she pulls her panties aside, batting his hands away as he tries to undo her blouse. She feels his hard cock brushing against her moistness, and trembles as she grabs him in one hand and guides him towards her pussy.
His cock sits at her opening, and her thighs keep him from thrusting up into her like he wants to.
“Ah-ah,” she says, pressing her forehead against his. “This is my treat, handsome. Don’t move.”
She hears his heavy breathing in her ear as she lowers herself onto his erection, suppressing a gasp as she feels him stretching her and filling her. He tenses and grasps at her as she pushes further down, till the cheeks of her ass brush against his legs and he’s entirely inside her.
“Oh god,” she whispers, and bucks her hips against him, feeling the tingling surge of pleasure running through her bones like a shock. She tries to stay still, feeling his cock twitch inside her.
Working her thighs, she lifts herself off of him, until her pussy lips are tightening around the tip of his helmet. Then she bears down again, driving his cock all the way inside of her. He throws his head back, groaning, pushing her down further with his hands on her hips, driving his cock up into her.
“Stop, stop,” she says, and lifts herself off of him. “This wasn’t the plan.”
“What?” he breathes, staring into her eyes.
She gets off of him, her legs trembling. “You’ve got another hour to wait, stud,” she grins and takes a step back.
“No way,” he says, and stands up, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in close. “Absolutely no way.”
“Ah-ah,” she says, turning a cheek as he tries to kiss her. “I’m in charge today.”
He pulls her skirt up, running his hands down over her ass and pulling her in against his hard cock.
“What if I say otherwise?”
“Then,” she pulls back and looks him in the eye, “I’ll fight you all the way. Meaning you’re probably,” she leans in and whispers in his ear, “going to have to tie me up to make sure I can’t stop you from fucking me hard, aren’t you? Is that what you’ve been thinking about doing all day?”
Without a word, he rips off his tie and grabs her wrists. She finally kisses him without holding back, their tongues swirling in one another’s mouth, biting each other’s lips with unquenched passion. His strong hands pin her wrists together behind her back, and with his tie he binds them tight together.
He doesn’t need to say anything as their lips part. Guiding her towards the desk, he grabs her bound hands and holds her steady as he lowers her onto the desk. Bent over and helpless, her perfect, round ass is bared to him. Running a hand over it, he squeezes the soft skin and teases his fingers around the lips of her dripping wet pussy.
“Winding me up like that,” he says, running a single finger down over her trembling clit. “That was very, very bad of you.”
With his open palm, he slaps her bared ass. The clapping sound echoes around the office, and she tenses and squeals.
“I think you need to be punished,” he says, and spanks her again. Her legs are shaking, still in high heels. Tom grabs her bound hands and pulls on them, arching her back. With his other hand, he guides his cock into her aching pussy.
She opens her mouth, moaning in silence as he pushes into her wetness. His cock fills her from within, and with his hand free he runs it around her hips to her clit, brushing his fingers over it with a gentleness unexpected from a man like Tom.
“Oh god,” she murmurs, pushing back against him as his abdomen meets her ass. “Oh god, I’ve been so bad. Fuck me like a bad girl.”
He obliges. Keeping her arms pulled back and her back arched, Tom plunges into her again and again. His pelvis slams against her, and she rocks her hips in tandem with his. Every thrust burns dots into her vision, her mind reeling.
Over and over again, Tom plows into her from behind, his fingers dancing over her clit. With her legs trembling, Tom pushes her forward onto the desk and slaps her ass hard with his free hand.
The mixture of pleasure and pain is too much for her, and Lana feels her pussy tightening with the surges of her orgasm. Her legs begin to buckle, and Tom grabs her hips and holds her steady.
She’s helpless in his strong arms, being fucked hard over his desk.
“Oh god Tom,” she murmurs, “oh god. I’m going to – you’re going to make me -”
She climaxes with a long, loud moan, and he only fucks her faster. Her moan turns to a scream, his cock pounding her faster and harder, faster and harder, until –
Trembling, she feels him slip out of her pussy. A second later, with a grunt and his hand grasping her hips, she feels his warm cum spurting over her back and her ass.
He collapses forward on top of her, and sleepily undoes her bindings. Breathless and light headed, they finally get to their feet and she sits on the edge the desk. Leaning into one another, they hold each other in the afterglow.
She laughs after a while, still trying to breathe.
“Happy anniversary,” she smiles, and he kisses her with a sudden tenderness.
“Here’s to another five years,” he says as they passionately lock lips.
“So was that, y’know,” she bites her lip, “ok for you?”
“Oh it was passable,” he laughs.
“Good, because I don’t think our anniversary day is actually over yet.”
“Oh yeah, there’s more where that came from.”
“Good,” he says. “I can deal with that.”
She stops as though remembering something important.
“What is it?” he asks, seeing the urgency in her eyes.
Lana checks her watch. “You’ve got lunch with someone in an hour, I can’t remember who.”
“Oh yeah,” he says. “That’s the spokesperson for Carson Group.”
“What’s Carson Group?”
“They’re an international conglomerate. Rumour is they’re thinking of making an offer.”
“What, to buy us?”
There they stand, discussing business with their clothes half off and their faces still red.
“Why would an international conglomerate want to buy a little technology start-up like ours?”
“We’ve grown darling,” says Tom. “You’ve seen the figures. We’ve got millions of users.”
“What’s their offer?”
“Well they haven’t made one, yet.”
“Would you sell?”
“If the price is right. It would be nice to retire at thirty and just travel the world, wouldn’t it?”
Her eyes light up. “Yeah,” she kisses him. “It would. I mean, I’d miss getting to be your secretary, but…”
“No, no,” he says. “You could stop being my secretary, but I think I like the uniform.”
“I can keep the uniform?” she bites her lip again.
“Oh I suppose.”
She kisses his stubbled cheek. “Selling the company. That’s a lot to think about.”
“I know. I’m a little nervous to be honest. I should really prepare.”
“Ok,” she says, and slides off the desk. Standing, she’s at least a foot smaller than him, even in heels. She leans up and kisses him. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.”
“I know,” he says. “And it’s still our anniversary, so don’t get too comfortable.”
“Oh?” She pulls her skirt down and fixes her blouse as he does his trousers up. “Do you have plans or something?”
“Maybe. Now let me get ready for this.”
“Yes sir,” she winks, and leaves him one last kiss and a lasting image of her hips rocking as she walks out of his office.
Not an hour later, Lana hears the door open across the office, and Tom comes rushing out with a briefcase in one hand and a phone in the other. He’s red-faced and out of breath, and storms past her with barely a glance.
“Tom -” she begins, looking up from her computer.
He holds up his hand: not now.
Lana raises an offended eyebrow and looks down at her half-open blouse, checking that her breasts are in fact still there.
Still on the phone, Tom stares into space as he listens. Lana strains her hears but can’t make out a word. After a pause, he sighs.
“Ok,” he says. “I understand.”
Tom hangs up the phone and stands there, staring at Lana with his shoulders sagging.
“Who was that?”
“The guy from Carson group. Meeting’s been postponed for two hours.”
“Well that’s nothing to stress about -”
“So that he can meet with our competitor.”
“Yeah, oh.” Tom folds his arms and looks down at the floor.
“Do you think they might buy them instead?”
“From a business standpoint? It makes more sense. Our competitor has a smaller user-base than us, but they’re more appealing to advertisers: they filter opinions and profanity and such.”
“But that’s censorship.”
“I don’t think Carson Group really care. They’re more interested in how much they can make off their new purchase. We’re bigger, and we get a lot of support from free-speech groups, but that comes at a price.”
He walks forward and sits on the edge of her desk, letting out a frustrated breath. In response, she gets up and joins him, shuffling her curved hips beside him and leaning into his strong frame.
“You’ll nail it.”
“What if I don’t? Ah, I shouldn’t have told you I was going to sell the business, now it might all fall through -”
“Hey,” she stops him with a finger to his lips, and they look into each other’s eyes. “I am quite happy where I am. It would be nice to have all that money and freedom, but the important stuff,” she pats him on the chest,” is right here.”
Smiling, he leans in and kisses her. Her soft lips part for him, and she snakes a hand around his neck and lets a long, contented sigh into his mouth.
“You,” he says as they part, “are the best. I should really prepare for the meeting, I need to work out a strategy to convince Carson Group to buy us instead of those idiots in the south-side.”
“Well, for one: their CEO doesn’t look as good as you in a three-piece, and doesn’t have a stupidly hot secretary.”
“Very true,” he says, and stands up.
She takes his hand and gives him a warm, reassuring look. “You’ll be fine, handsome.”
“I know. Y’know, Lana, you could probably take the rest of the day off.”
“While you work hard in here? Sit bored and alone at home while you go and do interesting stuff? No thanks.”
“If you insist.” he leans in and kisses her again, then starts to walk away.
He turns back. “Hm?”
“You’re all tense. Take a big breath like I taught you. Clear that head-space.”
“I’m a businessman, not a hippie.”
“It’s not being a hippie, it works. Trust me, you can’t go in all tense and jittery.”
“Ok,” he says, and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, his eyes seem a little brighter. “Ok, I’m good. I’ll see you in an hour or two. I need to prepare for this now that I know we have competition.”
“Have fun,” she winks.
He turns and walks back into his office, and her eyes trace down his suit to the bulge forming in the leg of his trousers. She can’t let him go to an important meeting all tense and – well – hard.
Thirty minutes later, Lana chaps his door and leans her head in, giving him that coy smile that he loves. He looks up, still flustered and looking lost.
“How are you getting on?” she asks him.
“Ok. Harder than I thought.”
“I’ll bet,” she smiles to herself. “Listen, I hate to be a pain but my computer’s playing up.”
“Lana, you’re already the resident IT expert in here.”
“Yeah but it’s doing that thing that you fixed last time and I can’t remember what you did.”
He sighs, looking at his notes and his computer screen, and then takes a breath and stands up, coming to join her. She checks and sees that her low cut blouse is still doing its work; the outline of his cock is visible through the soft material of his trousers.
“Ok, show me,” he follows her through.
She closes the door behind him as soon as he’s through, and stands with him at the desk.
He looks at her computer. “What’s wrong? It looks ok?”
When he turns around with a questioning look, she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a long kiss, her other hand running down over his belt.
“Lana,” he mumbles, “I really have to work -”
“You work way too hard,” she whispers, grinning, “and I think you need to unwind; the solution will come to you. Now just let me…”
Through his trousers, her manicured nails tighten around his growing bulge. She feels it twitch in her hand, begging to be stroked and sucked. Tom opens his mouth to protest and she kisses him again.
As her deft fingers undo his belt and zip, she feels his resistance begin to melt away. With a tug, she pulls the waistband of his boxers down and his cock twitches free, firm in her hand.
His breath comes short as her small hand, with her soft skin, wraps around the tip of his cock and squeezes, rippling her fingers over him.
He whispers something in ecstasy and she leans in to hear him better, softly biting his ear.
“What was that?” she whispers.
“I said,” he runs a hand behind her ear and pulls her in, “I fucking love you.”
She starts to stroke faster, grinning into his kiss. “I love you too. That’s why,” she can feel him tensing up and pushing against her quickening strokes, “I do things like this for you.”
Dropping to her knees, Lana pushes Tom back against the desk and takes his throbbing cock in her mouth. He groans and spasms as she works her lips over his helmet, down his shaft, sucking and swirling her tongue.
His hands link behind her head, keeping her there, and with her other hand she begins to stroke his shaft, faster and faster.
“Oh god,” he whispers, and pulls her deeper onto his cock. She takes him deep into her throat, letting her tongue caress the underside of his erection.
Feeling him shiver, she kisses his manhood and stands up. His legs are trembling a little, begging her to finish.
“Please,” he whispers as she comes in for a kiss, “I’m about to cum.”
“Oh, I know,” she says, and kisses him passionately. Her soft hand continues to work his cock, just enough to keep him on edge. “But we can’t have you messing up your nice suit before a meeting. So,” she tears her blouse open, showing him the laced red bra and her soft, perky breasts, “how about you just cum all over these?”
He barely manages a nod, and as she strokes him closer and closer to the edge, he brings his hands up and massages her chest. She groans into his mouth as electric shivers run through her. His strong hands squeeze and pinch her breasts just softly enough, and she arches her back and strokes faster still. He pulls her bra down, her breasts held up by the folded cups, pushing them together.
“I’m going to -” he gasps.
“Good,” she grins, and drops to her knees.
Tilting her head back, she strokes faster and harder, until with a low moan and a twitch, he releases torrents of thick white cum over her. It runs down her cleavage and she smiles up at him, rubbing it in with her hands, using it as lubricant to fondle her own chest.
Breathless, he lets her stand up and lean across the desk, tearing a few tissues out of a box and cleaning her chest up. Tucking herself away and doing her blouse back up, she leans in and kisses him.
“Could say that,” he mutters.
She laughs as he cleans himself up. Pulling her in close, he holds her in an embrace. She takes in the smell of his aftershave, relishing the memories and the warmth of his chest.
“I think you needed that,” she whispers, pressed against him. “There was an awful lot.”
“I’m definitely feeling clearer headed,” he says.
“See? And you said it was all hippie shit.”
“I was talking about your meditation thing. If we’re doing stuff like this instead I could get on board.”
She gives his chest a playful slap and kisses his neck. “Maybe that could be arranged. I mean it is our anniversary, I still owe you your big present.”
“I’ve still got one to get?”
“I’d say you’ve got a few left to cash in, yeah.”
His hand comes up to the back of her head, holding her close against him, running his fingers through her tussled hair. She mews at the tingling feeling, smiling.
“Like what?” he asks. “Do I get a clue as to my present?”
“Oh go on.”
“Ok,” she says. With one hand she takes his wrist and places his hand on her hip like a ballroom dancer.
“Dancing?” he asks, laughing.
“Lower,” she whispers, running his hand down over her skirt, over her perky ass cheek, to where it meets her thigh. His hand finds its way under her skirt, to her lace-clad ass. Biting her lip, she grinds down on it, letting his fingers slide into the curve where he isn’t usually allowed.
“Oh,” he says. “Really?”
“If you’re good,” she grins.
“What if I’m bad?”
“If you’re bad, then I don’t make you dinner; we go straight to the incredible sex.”
“You are a great cook.”
“I’ll try to be good, then.”
“That’s my man,” she kisses him again, and pats his chest. “Now, you’ve got work to do.”
“I do,” he says. “You know, I feel a lot better about it suddenly.”
“Just don’t start pretending to be stressed to get blowjobs.”
“It’s not like we deprive each other of sex, Lana.”
“True,” she says. “And we are awfully good at it. Now go and work.”
“Speaking of work, what are you doing? We’ve no clients today, there’s nothing really to do.”
“I’m making our list up.”
“The to-do list. The one we agreed we’d start working through if you did sell the company.”
“What if I don’t?”
“At least half of it is related to sex, so I’d say we’ve got it covered.”
“Have I told you you’re the best?”
“About three times, honey.”
“Make it four.”
He gives her another kiss, and then heads for the office, leaving her smiling at her desk. Pulling a notebook over, she pops the cap off a pen and begins writing the rest of the list, biting her lip in anticipation.
The sun sets, leaving Lana in the warm glow of a dozen candles and a soft yellow mood light. Her secretarial uniform – as much as she loves the attention it gets from Tom – is gone for now, leaving her in silk shorts and a shirt that’s far too large for her.
Scents and sensations warm her entire body as she curls in the corner of a couch. The shirt is covered in Tom’s aftershave, the silk shorts whisper on her thighs every time she shuffles, and she’s naked under the shirt. Knowing that Tom will be home soon, flustered and stressed after a trying day, has made her overly aware of her body.
She can feel the fabric rub against her hardening nipples, the heat in her face, the shivers that run through her body when she thinks of him. Trying to keep her hands off herself until he gets home, Lana turns her attention to the list that she has made.
The To-Do list, a bucket-list of sorts for her and Tom. On it are some of her life’s biggest dreams, and some of his too. Interspersed between the travelling and the achievements are some of her fantasies, things that she wants Tom to do to her; things that she wants to do to him.
Reading down the list, her breathing gets heavier. She’s arranged it alphabetically, and in the first five is one that she intends to tick off tonight.
Her hand creeps inside her shirt without her noticing, rubbing the tingling tip of her breast. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, Lana lets her head fall back and gets comfortable. Just thinking about taking Tom inside of her, deep and hard, has set a fire between her thighs.
Running a hand down her stomach, her fingers curl between her legs, rubbing the silk against her moistening pussy. A soft moan barely escapes her lips, her back arching as her other hand tightens on her breast. Her fingers find that magical spot through her short and she stretches her legs, letting out a long, pained breath as she starts to rub, faster, harder –
“Not disturbing you, I hope.”
She stops, her hand hovering between her thighs. Looking up over the couch, she sees Tom in his three-piece, head tilted back and giving her a look of passionate hunger.
“Honey,” he says, raising an eyebrow and taking in the sight, “I am very much home.”
She laughs at his cheesy line and curls a finger, beckoning him over. Undoing his tie as he walks, he tosses it on the table beside her single glass of red wine and sits down beside her.
She steals a kiss, delicately biting his lip, and gets the important stuff out of the way before her feelings overtake her. One hand on his leg and the other on his chest, she pulls away long enough to ask:
“How did it go at the meeting?”
“We’re selling,” he grins. “We’re rich, Lana.”
She shivers and plants another kiss on him, softer this time.
“Let me handle the details. I’m not sure what it’ll be after tax and fees and such, but we should have more than enough to do everything on our list.”
“Oh yeah. You know what? Let’s never work again. Just throwing that idea out there.”
“Well,” she whispers, running her hand up his thigh, “if we’re going to do that list, we should probably get started.”
“Absolutely,” he laughs. “What’s first?”
“Well, I arranged it alphabetically.”
“Mhm,” she grins, and rubs her hand over the solid bulge in his trousers. “Which means that tonight, you’re going to fuck me…” she takes his hand and gets to her knees, kneeling forward into him, “…here.” She plants his hand on her supple ass cheek and he squeezes it, growling with anticipation.
“We probably shouldn’t delay,” he says, his voice far lower as she starts to undo his waistcoat and shirt. His hands work her ass cheeks, pulling her close to him, his touch soft over the silk.
“One thing,” she says, kissing him. “Be gentle.”
“Not often you say that.”
“Not often you fuck me in the ass, handsome, now stop stalling.”
She lunges forward, pulling his shirt open to reveal his chest; the body of a sprinter or a swimmer, athletic and firm. Her fingers dance over patches of chest hair, tracing it down between his abdominal muscles to his belt.
Ripping the belt out, she pushes him back onto the couch and straddles him, letting the silk of her shorts rub between them as she grinds on his twitching cock. A deep moan nearly escapes his lips, but she kisses him before it can. Their tongues swirl around each other’s, and his hands explore her familiar body.
Her soft, small breasts tingle with the heat of his touch, his strong hands rubbing them under her shirt. With one move – whilst she grinds back and forth on him – he rips open the oversized shirt and lets her lithe body catch the low candelight.
Her head falls backwards in ecstasy, bearing her chest to his mouth. His lips and tongue find her nipples, and she grinds her pussy against his erection harder, faster, feeling the building tension in her core; that longing to be filled, to take him inside her.
“I’m so turned on,” she gasps, and kisses him again.
His hands move from her chest to her curved hips, where they slide down to her silk-clad rear, squeezing and pulling her onto his hard cock. She fumbles at his trousers, almost ripping them open in her eagerness.
A second later, she holds his throbbing cock in her hand, stroking up and down, feeling him buck his hips against her.
“You’re incredible,” he groans, and she feels his stubble against the soft skin of her neck as he kisses from her ear down to her collarbone.
One of his hands traces round the front of her thighs as she squirms with pleasure. Pulling her silk shorts aside, she feels his fingers push apart her dripping wet pussy lips, pushing inside her –
“No,” she gasps, and grabs his wrist. He almost argues, but he sees her intention in the breathless passion painted across her face. “Tonight, it’s all about this…”
With his wrist in her hand, she scoots forward and pushes his hand past her pussy, where her other hole waits, tight and quivering with the twitching of her pussy.
“Well,” he says, bringing his hand out of her shorts and round to her rear to cup her cheeks, “if you absolutely insist, madam.”
“Oh I insist,” she says.
“Well, lubrication won’t be a problem,” he says as he pulls her silky shorts down around her milky pale thighs. Her flawless ass gives under his strong grip, and he pulls her cheeks apart as he stares into her eyes. “You’re stupidly wet.”
Holding her gaze, she feels his hand work down past her ass, between her legs, to her dripping wet lips. He teases his fingers up and down her, lingering over her tingling clit and drawing a gasp from her.
Each time he runs a finger between those lips, she twitches and moans. A part of her wants to just grab him and stuff his cock inside her, to fuck him senseless until they’re both a total mess; but she knows that the payoff is going to be worth it, and so she resists.
When his finger is soaked from her juices, he rubs it in circles around her delicate ass hole. She puckers and tenses up as he gently pushes his finger in.
Lana feels him working his finger in, her mind spinning at the thought of her own juices easing him into her one forbidden place.
“Gentle enough?” he asks, and kisses her.
Her breathing has gotten heavy, her head is light, and with her free hand she’s stroking his cock.
“Mhm,” she whispers. “I’m really turned on, do you think you could -”
“I want your mouth on me.”
He lifts her up, sliding his finger out of her ass, and lays her down on the couch. The shirt spills open, and he admires the curves of her body as he kisses her way down between her thighs.
Pulling her silk shorts completely off, he grins and sinks to his knees, kissing everywhere but where she wants him to. She groans and struggles, trying to move her clit closer to his delicate kisses. Her thigh, her navel, everywhere except there. He’s deliberately teasing her.
“Tom,” she groans, “please.”
“Since you asked nicely,” he says.
It hits her like a truck. He simultaneously runs the flat of his tongue over her clit, sucking it between his lips and massaging it with his mouth, and slides two heavily-lubricated fingers in her ass.
She nearly screams with the sudden burst of pleasure; her back arches and she twitches and writhes as his tongue works over her burning clit, sending shockwaves through her body.
His fingers are a deep rightness in her, sliding in and out, massaging parts of her she barely knows. Together, the sensation is too much to bare. Lana clutches at his head and keeps him there, her thighs clamping around him.
He starts to go faster.
“Oh holy fuck,” she whispers, “I’m going to cum so hard, don’t stop -”
Her words falter and she stops breathing as the pleasure reaches its peak. His fingers are stretching her apart as he devours her pussy, she can feel her heart pounding in her ears. Her own hands pinch and knead her breasts, and then –
With a long, loud moan she finds her release.
Shivers and waves of pleasure pound through her body like a pulse, as though lightning had hit her. It takes almost a minute for it to pass, filling every inch of her body with a blinding flash of heaven.
When she starts to get her breath back, she opens her eyes to see Tom holding his cock in one hand, guiding the thick, pulsing rod towards her tight ass hole.
“That was amazing,” she says, craving the sensation of him inside her. “Good lord.”
“Was?” asks Tom, running his cock over her trembling pussy. She quivers and squirms away, the sensations too strong at the moment. “We’re far from done.”
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
He runs his cock over her pussy again and she twitches. “What happened to gentle?”
She looks down, past her breasts, to his glistening cock, precum oozing from the tip.
“Fuck gentle,” she says, and wraps her legs around him, pulling him close.
Her ass hole is soaked with a mixture of her own juices, saliva, and precum. Tom works his cock over her tight hole, giving her a few experimental pushes to get used to it. She shakes with the pain, still high from her orgasm. Working it in, Tom stretches her open with his manhood. First the tip, then back out. The tip again, and back out.
After a few testers, Tom starts to slowly push his way into her.
She moans and pulls him in with her legs, then leans forward and places a hand on his stomach, stopping him.
“Ok, ok,” she gasps. “Gentle to start, then hard.”
He says nothing – he knows. Tom gives her a minute to catch her breath, rubbing his fingers over pussy, his thumb working over her opening.
The waves of pleasure in her pussy as he pushes two fingers inside let her forget the pain, and Tom pushes further inside her ass. She feels it as a good pain, like when he spanks her.
Then he’s in – all the way in, and she can feel him deep inside her whilst his fingers work her pussy. She feels so full, and as if seeing the hunger in her eyes he leans forward and puts two fingers on her lips. She sucks them in, wanting him in every hole at once, wanting to do everything to him.
His first thrust gets a pained gasp from her, and then the pleasure flows back in. He’s still going slowly, stretching her open with every push. Again, harder this time, slamming a wave of pleasure from the depths of her body through her spine.
Harder. Harder still, till the juices from her trembling pussy are lubricating it more and more. Two fingers in her pussy, rubbing upwards against her spot, and his hard cock pounding her in that tight, forbidden hole; her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she’s lost in the moment.
Lana isn’t sure when she lets go, but before she knows what’s going on she’s screaming for him to fuck her ass, to fuck her harder. Looking up at him, she sees his taut swimmer’s body rippling with the force of his thrusts.
Again and again he plunges into her, her pussy aching with pleasure, the release building up again behind her chest.
“I’m going to -” she gasps, and reaches for his hands. He holds her wrists, pinning her down as he slams into her ass again and again. Her pussy is trembling, aching for him, and this strange new pleasure is about to explode inside of her. “Oh god – harder, baby, harder.”
The rocking of her hips and his relentless pounding fade into one constant, amazing movement, their bodies becoming one. She breaks one hand free from his hold and finds her pussy; her fingers are a blur, rubbing her clit until the tension builds, builds, and then –
He sees the look on her face, and stops holding back. As the first scream leaves her mouth, he leans down and kisses her. Moaning and breathing into one another’s mouth, she climaxes with the sensation of him emptying himself into her ass.
A hot, warm feeling fills her, and he buries himself in her with one last, powerful thrust. Her fingers slow, and then stop, as the flood of pleasure ebbs away and leaves her lying in a cloud.
“That,” she gasps as he collapses on top of her.
“That was intense.” She winces as he pulls himself out, feeling the warmth of his cum leaking from her. Laughing, she pulls him in and slaps his back. “We’ve made a bit of a mess.”
As the hot water washes the sweat from them, and they rub suds into each other’s bodies, she kisses his neck and gives him a warm, loving smile.
“So do I get to know what we’re worth now?”
“Oh I suppose so.”
“We’re almost millionaires.”
“Best estimate after we actually get it? About nine hundred.”
“Not again, darling, I’m spent -”
“Oh shut up, you know what I mean. I kind of can’t believe it.”
“Hey, we worked for it. Hard work pays off.”
“Hard work,” she laughs. “You probably spend more time bending me over your desk.”
“There’s a joke in there,” he smiles.
“So what do we do now?”
“Get the money, finalise everything, and then – well, what’s on the list after anal?”
“A lot of things.”
“God, we don’t even need to go very far down to get to – I imagine – the entire BDSM category.”
“I split it into specifics, sorry,” she gives him a wink. “Though maybe we don’t have to do it in specific order.”
“True,” he says, and begins the long process of helping Lana to wash her hair. “So anal: what’s the verdict.”
“Good at the time; now I’m really sore,” she laughs. “I think I need to be really turned on to do it, but that’s not really a problem with us is it?”
“It’s not,” he says. “Not really.”
“Let’s add it to our impressive list of sexual options.”
“I’m in full agreement.”
“We don’t need to get up for work tomorrow, do we?”
“Lana,” he turns her around, her head still covered in soapy bubbles, her make-up less eyes staring up at him, and kisses her on the lips.
“We’re never going to get up for work ever again.”
“I really love you, you know that?”
“I love you too,” he smiles, water running down his face.
“My mother told me you’d be rich,” she slaps his chest. “Only reason I’m with you.”
“Of course, just like I only use you for the incredible sex. No love here at all.”
She smiles into the kiss, running her hands over his firm body, and can’t hold the laugh down.
“No love here at all,” she says, saying the opposite with her eyes. “Happy anniversary, by the way.”
“Can we call it anal-versity from now -”
She slaps his chest, shutting him up. “Wash my hair, Tom,” she laughs, turning around again.
“Just a suggestion. So what do you want to do first on the list?”
“We can choose in bed tonight. Deal?”
The water washes over them, warming them inside and out. Holding one another in the steam, they steal another kiss over Lana’s shoulder. Tom whispers in her ear,
“What about calling you a sex-retary -”
“Wash my hair, you idiot,” she laughs.