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It was quiet in the office without Sandra. She was my business partner and we had been working together for two years, ever since shaking hands on the arrangement to combine our talents in an advertising agency, she as graphic designer and I as copywriter. We enjoyed our working life and had had the good side of each other without the mundane reality of domestic life. Sure, we had business matters to deal with, but we agreed on most things and the work side of it ran quite smoothly.We had a small suite of offices in an old building, one room for Sandra and one for me, and we worked mainly in hers, while mine was for writing and sitting around in. We had a pair of comfortable chairs and could sit and watch the world go by or peer into the open-air café opposite from our elevated perch, two floors up, without being observed.Now she was away for week for an operation about which she declined to give me the full details, saying only that it wasn’t gynaecological but was embarrassing. I hadn’t pressed her on it. We were close, but not that close and if she wanted some privacy in the matter, that was fine with me.While design was her department and no one else would be filling in for her in the short term, there was mundane stuff to be done that involved design software but no real thinking, and I knew better than to dabble in it, because these things can seem simple but take up all your time if you didn’t know what you’re doing. Sandra had a niece, Jessica, who worked as what is known as a Mac operator, i.e. a designer without the creativity, so she was going to be helping me out.Jessica was tall and thin; not just slim but thin, whether viewed from front or side. She was narrow. Oddly, though, she did have discernible breasts and dressed to accentuate them, with tight tops. She had long, straight, brown hair and a pretty enough face.I had met her just once, for twenty minutes when Sandra brought her in for me to check for suitability and to show her the computers. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen, so our range of conversation was not going to be wide, but she was pleasant and very grateful to have a little bit of work from us.On Monday she appeared, ten minutes late, with a story about bad traffic, and I put her to work typing something that I would go into later to edit. At lunchtime she made no move to go out, but sat in one of the comfortable chairs with her legs crossed, looking at me. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I looked at her and she stared back. Something told me I should relax and go with the flow, so I locked the door and sat on the other chair. She said nothing, but looked at me nervously.“Have you got a boyfriend?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied, slightly insulted. She was looking at me intermittently, unable to help herself. On impulse, I stood up and knelt in front of her. She smiled nervously but leaned a fraction forward. I took her in my arms and kissed brazzers her, and she kissed me back with abandon, her hands all over my back.“My boyfriend has never kissed me like that,” she said. Then she followed it with “And that’s not all. He’s never licked me either.” She blushed, seeming surprised that the words had come out like that. “He likes me to do it to him, though.”“Oral?”“Yeah.”“Take your jeans off,” I said, and she stood up immediately and slid them to the carpet, then stepped out of them. Her lilac knickers were in my face. I kissed her mound and pulled them down. She was shaven smooth: completely, painstakingly smooth, almost shiny.“Sit down,” I said, and she did, right back in the chair. I pulled her knees apart and she looked away, then back to see if I was looking at her pussy, which I was. I pulled her forwards so she slipped almost horizontally and her crotch was exposed to me. I licked her lips and she shivered. I parted them with my thumbs and she gasped as my tongue entered her moist zone.“Am I okay?” she asked hesitantly.“Beautiful,” I said. “Perfect.”I licked Jessica’s pussy, which was clean and oily with the strong scent of a young woman. She spread her legs as far as they would go and I poked my tongue right into her. I sucked her clitoris and she wriggled and made happy noises. I chewed it and she gave a whimper.Then came a knock on the door. We froze. I certainly wasn’t going to answer it, but nor were we going to give whoever it was an audible sex treat.I stood Jessica up and pulled her knickers back up, wiping my face on them. She pulled her jeans on and we stood face to face. As we heard footsteps going down the stairs, we kissed again. She was clearly interested in the smell of her juice on my face.“Sorry,” I said. “That shouldn’t have…”“Don’t worry,” she replied.The afternoon went by without incident and she went off happily to get her scooter and go home. I didn’t know if I would see her the next day.At nine o’clock on Tuesday, the door opened and Jessica walked in. She was wearing a long, full skirt and with her was a very tall middle-aged man.“Vic,” she said seriously. “This is my Dad.”“Hope you don’t mind,” the man said. “It’s her first proper job and I wanted to see what she’s getting up to.”“Sure,” I said, trying not to sound relieved. “Jessica, show him where you work.” She took him into Sandra’s room and they spent a couple of minutes before coming back through.“Nice to meet you,” the man said, shaking my hand. “I hope she’s no trouble.” Jessica slapped him on the arm and I showed him to the door, where he trotted jauntily down the stairs, happy that his daughter was usefully employed.When I got back into my office Jessica was already typing, so I got on with what I was doing. It was only later, when she came through to make some coffee, that I realised the sensible skirt had been replaced by a very short tartan number.“You cuckold porno going out at lunchtime?” she asked.“No. You?”“No. shall I come through?’“Sure,” I said, trying to sound casual.At 12:30 she knocked on my door and waited for me to tell her to come in.“You don’t have to knock unless I’m with somebody,” I assured her, touching her arm. I went to the toilet and washed my cock, just in case. When I got back in the room, Jessica was not just naked but kneeling, sitting on her legs. This girl was not short of confidence, or perhaps driven to overdrive by desire. She looked up at me as I approached. She obviously, I thought, wanted to suck me, so I stood in front of her and pulled my jeans and underpants down. She took my cock in her hand and said,“Mmm, clean. You’re very good.”She took me into her mouth and sucked me gently and carefully, then licked the length and kissed my balls and my crotch.“You want to do something naughty?” she asked. Without answering, I took my knob in my hand and wanked. She continued kissing and licking my balls. I couldn’t get over how calm she was about all this, but I concluded that she would let me cum in her mouth, so I wanked faster and when it was about to happen, I pushed my knob into her mouth and ejaculated my semen. She accepted it gratefully and without appearing to swallow, she took it down her throat.Again, there was a knock on the door so we stayed in position and she sucked the last traces of spunk from my grateful dick. When the footsteps went back down, she calmly stood up and got dressed.“Tomorrow you can shag me,” she said as she left the room to go back to work.I could hardly believe she said it. This was a girl – a young woman – old enough to have sex legally, yet young enough to be allowing her father to come in, meet the boss and potentially embarrass her. Maybe they were just a straight-talking family or maybe her chauvinist boyfriend had something to do with it. I had to wonder who she had told about our hot lunches. And who was the door-knocker?The following morning I went into town and bought two big, thick sleeping bags, identical, so I could open them out and zip them together to make a rudimentary double bed. If we were going to be having a proper sex session that lasted more than a few rushed minutes, and it was going to be in my office, at least I could provide a bit of comfort and dignity – not that dignity has a great place in the sexual field, but in between bouts of depravity, people lie quietly and talk like decent human beings.That night I had a message from Jessica. Just a heart and the word, “Excited”.I sent back, “Me too,” and the pink cheek icon. Then I added, against my better judgement, “You’re amazing.”“You’re luvly,” she replied.I spent the evening alone, thinking about her and wondering where this was all going. Even though I was older and (for a week)her boss, czech porno she was in charge and I got the impression she enjoyed being the leader up to the point of sex, when she quickly changed sides to become the female doing what the male wanted. So she would be on her knees, naked and willing, daring me to be outraged or overawed, and calling the shots until I took over and unceremoniously pumped my spunk into her mouth. It was a strange one.And now we were getting romantic about it – a bit late for that, I thought. Putting the cart before the horse. Yet it worked. Maybe she was operating in the new way and I was a dinosaur who saw romance and seduction as a necessary prelude to what two people were going to do anyway.The next lunchtime she came through and I made a show of locking the door. Today was the day I was going to be penetrating her, doing the nitty gritty, what the world called “sex’. So, what had we been doing in our two earlier exchanges? Playing? Sussing each other out? I wasn’t completely comfortable about it all. I was in the play but didn’t know how the script went later on. That’s not to say I was what is commonly called a “control freak”. I didn’t think so, anyway. But as I locked the door and looked at Jessica, the deep thoughts were flying from my urgent brain into hers.I had already received permission. She had explicitly said, “You can shag me tomorrow.” Maybe I didn’t want that. Maybe the hunter in me wanted to be pushing her, not having her opening the gate for me. I would have to raise the jeopardy quotient, give her something to be a bit apprehensive about.I pulled the double sleeping bag out of the cupboard and spread it on the floor.“Get in there,” I ordered. She was wearing another tartan mini skirt, this time the Black Watch one, dark green and blue, less jaunty than the red one. More brooding, as if her vagina had moods and today’s was dark, dirty and dangerous. She slipped out of her clothes and bent over to put them on the chair, exposing herself to me, perhaps showing me she was still in charge at this point. Her shiny, neat pussy sat below a slim, shallow arse and I had seen the little brown pucker. Had she meant to show me that or was it, to her, just the next-door neighbour of the real show?When I lay on top of Jessica we fell into a proper, loving kiss that must have lasted five minutes with no touching of genitals, just tongues and lips and eyes. I kissed her neck and raised her left arm, pinning it back while I licked her armpit. She wasn’t expecting that and gave a little grunt of surprise that was soon swamped by appreciation and the lust it made her feel.“Shag me,” she whispered. “You won’t make me pregnant.” I looked at her intently.“Shag me,” she repeated, deeply, tenderly. I pushed myself into her and luxuriated in the beautiful tightness, lubricated to perfection, and I felt every inch as I slid along her tunnel, deliberately going further than necessary, wanting her to feel invaded. My hands on her buttocks, I pulled her towards me and as I began to pump, I put a finger to her anus and pushed it in a little. She whimpered and looked deep into my eyes but didn’t say anything.
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