Office politics - The Sexual Awakening of Carly Spencer

Office politics - The Sexual Awakening of Carly Spencer

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Carly's recent sexual liberation rubs off on her day-to-day life..........

Summary

Carly's recent sexual liberation rubs off on her day-to-day life..........

Content

Submitted: October 04, 2010

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Submitted: October 04, 2010

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Carly realised that her life could be split into two categories. Pre and post PS (photo shoot) before that she’d been the naive mid 30’s woman who had nursed her mother to her death at the expense of a life. Now, she knew that life existed, that she was desirable, sexy. Suddenly she knew that she could do anything she wanted. She’d spent years pleasing others. Now this was her time.

She’d worked as a secretary for the elderly Lionel Maxwell, a lawyer for ten years. He’d been like a father to her, six months earlier he’s had a stroke, and whilst he still worked on occasional cases, he’d brought in Liam, a much younger, Irish version to manage the bulk of the cases. Liam had flirted with Carly the day he’d arrived. She’d been too tied up emotionally to even think about it, a week or two later she’d found out her was married. It didn’t mean she didn’t fancy the pants off him.

Her newly empowered self headed into the office on a Friday she knew would be quiet, and set her plan into action. She was always in the office before him, today was no exception. But today was different. Her demure grey suit was replaced by a sleeveless white blouse, opened a button too low, over a red lacy bra. Her black skirt was mid thigh, her bare legs ended in black glossy heels.

She heard the door to the office open, and his usual, “morning!” holler from the hallway. Carrying the mug of coffee she knew he couldn’t start the day without, she followed him into his office and set it on his desk.

Liam had removed his jacket and was hanging it on a hook behind the door when he smelt Carly’s perfume. As he turned to compliment her on the divine smell, he spotted her, or rather he spotted ridiculously long legs, and a bare elegant neck exposed by her sexily piled up hair. Instantly he dropped his hands to hide his instant erection. She looked good enough to eat.....and that thought conjured up even more pain and hardness. With a groan he dropped behind his desk and into his chair hiding his evident arousal.

Carly realised, her new sexual diva persona got off on the fact that something so simple had such devastating results. The poor man would be in bits by lunchtime.

Her desk faced into Liam’s office, and deliberately leaving the door open she could watch him squirm. Each cross or uncross of her knees was met with a groan, and after an hour, she realised that he’d done none of his work. She mentally ticked off part one of her plan.

He was a beautiful man, with his short brown hair, broad shoulders and warm blue eyes, and she’d been flattered by his initial attention, but finding out he was married, that he was willing to suck her into betraying his dedicated wife, she’d been angry. This plan today was the culmination of her anger, frustration, desire and recent liberation.

Mid morning, she took another cup of coffee into him, this time reaching across the desk for his empty mug, deliberately dragging her breast across his forearm and hand. This was more than he could cope with, his free hand slid up to cup her arse, moulding to fit the lush curve.

"Mr O'Neill!" she mocked indignance and shock, turning instead to face him, aware that her breasts were level with his eye line, his hand still touching her backside. "This is hardly appropriate behaviour as my boss."

"You have been flaunting your tits and arse at me all morning Ms Spencer. Now I strongly suggest that you think twice before doing it again, because next time, I will not take no for an answer!"

She swayed her hips as she moved to the office door, “is that a sign for me to lock the door?”

Liam thought he was going to explode in his pants. When he actually heard the door click locked, his heart started to pound. What had happened to the shy receptionist of last week? And who the hell was this goddess he was lusting so hard after?

When he looked up, she was leaning against the doorframe, toying with the top button on her tight blouse. As he watched she unpopped it, revealing creamy white cleavage and an inch of sultry red lace. He swallowed hard, barely able to focus for the lust that was washing over him in red hot waves.

As she strolled towards him, every step calculated and performed, she relished the look in his eyes, the desire, the longing. Pausing at the edge of the desk, she unpopped another button, all of her red bra peeped out of the slash in the fabric. Hitching her hip, she perched one buttock on the edge of his desk, to his left hand side, noticing the virtual tent that his trousers had become.

Heat shot through her body, feeling her body ooze, she smiled to herself, they were both aroused, another mental tick, then she slid along the desk to perch in front of him.

“So what was this about not stopping?” her thighs spread as far as her skirt would allow, and nestled either side of his.

Liam looked up at her, her face flushed, her almost exposed breasts were both ample and topped by very erect, aroused nipples, as his eyes dropped to her waist and he realised he could see red lace, her matching panties. He could smell her arousal, knew that she was as wet as he was hard. With a groan of surrender, he landed a hand on either hip, and tugged her a little closer. He tried to reach up and kiss her, but she evaded his lips, so instead he planted them between her parted shirt, the cleft between her breast. Nibbling one way, he encountered the lace of her bra, biting with small nibbles, he managed to locate one of her nipples through the fabric, and it hardened even more than he thought possible.

With a sigh, she leaned back on the desk, propping herself up on her outstretched arms, her body moving away from his grasp. So he changed his plan of attack, reaching his hands up her thighs, he immediately found her damp panties, the lace barely covering the neatly trimmed bush. Wriggling her side to side, he managed to raise her skirt, exposing those delicious little knickers. He dropped to place a kiss on her mound, and as he inhaled he was intoxicated by the sweet smell of arousal. Grabbing the lace at either side of her hips, he managed to pull them down in one sweep, over her knees and onto his office floor.

Focussing back on her, he spotted her engorged clitoris peaking from between her slightly parted lips, and knew he wanted to taste her, all of her.

Carly was in heaven, the excitement of him studying her so intimately was making her leak fluid all over his desk, and she didn’t care. When he lifted each of her feet and placed them on the arms of his chair, he could fully open her to his eyes.

“Do you like me looking at you?” he asked noticing she was watching his every move. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. “Well if you want more,” he offered, still holding her lips apart, completely exposed to his eyes, “then you need to tell me, cos I can sit here and look at this pretty looking cunt all day!”

“Eat me!” she rasped, “lick my pussy Liam!”

His mouth curled into a smile, “watch me eat you Carly.”

With that he dipped his head and slid his tongue from her opening to her clit in one large lap, it was the most tremendous sensation she’d known, and as she watched, he slid fingers into her, two then three, filling her, pounding at her, and it felt incredible, all the time his tongue was swirling around her most sensitive part driving her wild. Her body thrummed with pleasure, responding to his every touch, lifting her higher and higher, physically and orgasmically. She wiggled her pelvis down into his face wanting more and more from him.

As he sucked her into his mouth, possessing her from within, she felt her body explode from the inside out, fluid pumping out of her vagina all over his hand, her thighs and his face. He kept on and on until she was sobbing with him to stop. As he pulled back she noticed his lips and chin were wet with her juices.

Without uttering a word, he looked at her exhausted form, cleared his desk with a sweep of the arm, and turned her over. Spreading her thighs and as he thrust into her, he felt her still clenching, the after effects of her tumultuous orgasm.

It was hard and it was fast, his thighs and balls slapping hard against her peachy arse and thighs.

With a grunt he collapsed over her, still buried deep inside her.

“So,” he whispered in her ear, “are you going to tell me what all this is about?”

She smiled into the desk, “a payrise?”

He laughed out loud, “for that remark, you’re going to get more repeats than your body can handle!”

She squeezed his semisoft penis with her internal muscles, and he groaned.

“Mr O’Neill, I think you underestimate how much of a payrise I require!”

“And you are going to show me?” he asked finally pulling free of her.

She turned to look at him, slowly unbuttoning the rest of her shirt, then unhooked her bra. He murmured appreciatively as her full breasts escaped, then with her back to him, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her skirt and slid it right dwon to her ankles, giving him more than a healthy view of her arse and more.

Standing back up, she turned to face him, reaching for his tie, and added, “a huge, huge raise Mr O’Neill.”

To be continued.........................................................


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