I lean over him with the monthly report, pointing out the important figures and trends. I'm wearing a sober black suit, with nothing under my jacket but a black silk vest top which clings to my body as if it was wet. I love the feel of the silk sliding over my nipples as I stretch and point. I know that from his chair, he can see through the gape in the buttons of my jacket. He can see the curve of my breast, hear the static crackle of my cheap tights against my skirt, which cause it to ride up at the back. I feel the draught from the open door blowing between my legs and I press them together. So close, I can feel the heat of his body. His blond hair is silky and his smooth skin smells faintly of Hugo Boss aftershave. He stops scanning the page and turns, looking me in the eye for the first time. I can tell that he's aroused by his dilated pupils, the faint flush in his face. "Caroline," he whispers. "You look beautiful today." "Caroline. Caroline!!! Wake up and take these reports upstairs. I'm done checking them." Mr O'Keefe is always snappy in the mornings before he's had his coffee. He has a few bloody spots on his face and neck, and his blond hair is tousled. Most tellingly, he is wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I surmise that he didn't go home last night, and my stomach sinks into a bath of despair and resignation. He glances up at me, an incredulous look on his face. "Well? You're still here?" My face starts to burn, but he doesn't notice. He's already opening his emails and remarking to himself how stupid the world is. Except himself, of course. Hugging the thick paper files to my chest, I move back into the open plan area and make my way to the lift. A secret smile stretches at the corner of my mouth and only when I'm in the lift do I allow it control over my face. My name is Carmen, like the opera. People look at me and see a skinny, mousy girl. Personal assistant, secretary, wearer of sensible Marks and Spencers clothes and shoes and driver of a sturdy Volkswagen golf. They don't know that every night, when I get home from work, I make them my puppets. Their lives are mine to play with. Sometimes I end them tragically, or contrive a happy ending against all the odds. They are my inspiration and my delight. I am a writer of romantic and erotic fiction. My website, where my stories sell for a small price, is where I rule free blowjob the world. The lift jolts and bumps its way to the top floor. I always feel nervous when I go to Mr. Boyle's office. He is a small, toad-like man whose shoulders are frequently dusted with dandruff. I imagine him often as one who ravishes unsuspecting women against the filing cabinet with greedy hands and a dribbling mouth. On the rare occasion I would include him in a story, I always make him a bit taller, as a nod to his masculinity. gay oral It doesn't do to have short men in romantic fiction. "Hi Carmen," he says, glancing outside at the grey sky. "That's a better day." I put the files in front of him, noting the shine on his shoes. Important people are coming over from head office, but I don't know when . He has tidied his desk. I look around at the spacious office, the view of the mouth of the river where the ferry to Scotland waits at the dock. The sea is open and grey, like a canvas of modern art, giving females oral sex with the rain soaked city huddling at its edge. Mr O'Keefe calls it the MD's view. I look forward to the day he is seeing it, for then I will see it too. I hope we can survive this round of branch closures. It's the reason why my boss is under such pressure these days. He has to justify our very existence. "It's a bit warmer," I say, watching Mr. Boyle's gnarly finger slide up and down the sheet of figures. He turns to me, a shadow crossing over his face. He looks younger than his forty years as he removes his glasses. "Don't think I haven't noticed those slutty little skirts you've been wearing lately," he says, standing up, stepping so close I can smell the morning coffee on his breath. "I can hear your thighs rubbing together in those tights before you even come into the office. It's not good enough." I blush and look at the floor. "Mr Boyle," I begin, but he cuts me off. " I have something for you." He delves into his drawer and pulls out a pair of silk stockings. Black, silky and tipped with lace. "You're a beautiful woman, Carmen," he says, sliding his hand over my knee. I feel the heat start to rise in my face as I realise...I like it. I don't want him to stop. The hand moves up, over my thigh, taking my skirt up with it. I gasp as he tears a whole in my tights, pinging at the elastic of my panties, threatening to creep underneath. Barely able to move, I feel as if the oxygen is getting sucked out of the air. "Wear giving oral pleasure these stockings tomorrow," he murmurs. "I want to be able to feel you whenever I want." "...and take these back down to Sean. If this keeps up, it'll be a disciplinary matter." He pats the folders and hands them back to me. "Thanks, Carmen." "See you later, Mr Boyle," I say, my voice faint. I turn and exit the office, frowning. This won't do at all. Mr. Boyle can't be the romantic hero. For a start, he's closer to sixty than forty, and his hair dye is too dark for his complexion. But the daydream has given me a good idea. I think I'll get myself some pairs of stockings. Black, silky, tipped with lace. They'll match the lacy vest top I'll wear with no bra, like I dreamed of earlier. Maybe I'll get them at lunchtime and throw away this ancient blouse, these cheap tights. There's a ladder in them already. ===== The rest of the day passes uneventfully. No important visitors come but I hear they're scheduled for tomorrow. Mary and I go for a drink after work, to talk about Mr. O'Keefe. She is the receptionist, and knows all the gossip. Apparently a young-sounding man was calling Mr. O'Keefe all day, but he didn't return the calls. Even though she likes him almost school blowjob as much as I do, she tells me we ebony blowjob must face the possibility of his being gay. As my heart starts to wither in my chest, I tell her there must be some other explanation. But that conversation put an idea in my head, so after one glass of wine, I make my excuses and head home, after a quick stop to Marks and Spencers underwear department. I fill my bath with rose petals and jojoba oil, lighting rose scented candles and trail my fingers through the water. My new pink pyjamas are hanging from blowjob galleries the doorway. Underneath them is the silk negligee I would wear if some day, a living, breathing man were to enter my house. It has hung there for almost two years. My bath is ready, and I slide in, gently at first, watching my skin redden with the heat. I breathe in the smell of candles, stroking my pubic hair, watching the bubbles release and float to the surface, getting lost under the petals. So Mr. O'Keefe may be gay. I examine the evidence. He has a persistent male caller. He has his suits tailor made every time he jenna jameson blowjob goes to Thailand for his holidays. He works out almost every day, and he gets the occasional manicure. It's still not enough to convince me. But it would be interesting to imagine... The board room smells of cigarettes and sweat. I sit behind Mr. O'Keefe, watching the back of his shirt become damp. He is fighting for his job right now, and I am noting the minutes as best I can. "I know the team hasn't been performing as well as it should," he says, "but in light of the uncertainty they've been facing, I would ask for the understanding of the board, and an extension of one week to enable us to meet the targets." Mr. Finn slams his hand on the table his face reddening and clashing with his hair. "It's not good enough, free blowjob videos O'Keefe!" he says. He is young and impatient. "I see from the figures here that you've been tolerating underperformance for quite some time! We're making a loss, dammit, a loss! And you've sat on your arse and mollycoddled those fools instead of doing your bloody job and getting us people who can actually sell!" I see Mr. O'Keefe's shoulders sink. There is a heavy silence as Mr. Finn sits down, sighing heavily and glancing at his business partner, Mr. Montgomery. They were dot.com millionaires at the age of 17. Eight years later they still aren't used to the failures of ordinary people. I watch Mr. Montgomery with bated breath. He is the calmer of the two, his blue eyes like an ocean. An unspoken communication seems to pass between them, and Mr. Finn grins suddenly, revealing white teeth. He relaxes into his seat, spreading his legs, clasping his hands behind his head. "We won't be needing you now, Carmen," says Mr Montgomery, standing up and easing off his jacket to reveal broad, muscular shoulders. "Leave the notebook here. I'll write up the minutes myself." His eyes are fixed on Mr. O'Keefe, with an icy glint that I can't quite read. "Of course, Mr. Montgomery," I say, slipping out of the room. Instead of heading to the lift, I tiptoe into the storage cabinet next to the boardroom. It smells of bleach. Hidden among the mops, the cloths and the vacuum cleaners, I hear Mr Finn bark an order. How did I end up in a cupboard in the middle of my own fantasy? But of course, there is a strategically placed chair and an air vent to peer through. I run my hands over my breasts, feeling an ache deep inside. My nipples harden under my oily thumb and I imagine the lips and tongue of a lover bringing them to aching points of pleasure. I sink my left hand between my legs, my fingertips brushing over that small knot of flesh, parting the lips, playing with the awakening nerve blowjob mpegs endings which crave the stretch of a thick cock, the pounding of an energetic man between my thighs. I peer through the air vent, shocked to see that Mr Montgomery has pulled out his dick and is playing with it as his business partner relaxes in his chair, a beatific grin on his face. "Keep this up O'Keefe, and we might even promote you." Sean O'Keefe, my boss, is on his knees on the floor, his blond head between Mr Finn's legs. His face is red, his lips stretched around the red-haired man's thick purple cock head. I can see his tongue sliding out and around it, licking up the pearls that seep from the end. His eyes closed, he starts to bob his head up and down, as Mr. Montgomery creeps around behind him, pulling at his trousers until they are around his ankles. Still he does not stop his motion, up and down, up and down, until the shaft is dripping with saliva. It's turning me on more than I oral sex videos ever imagined, this view into the hidden world of gay activity which I will never be a part of. My fingers are rubbing over my clit and I hold my breath as my being focuses on that small nub of nerve endings, feeling the juices start to flow from inside me. "Fuck that's good," moans Mr. Finn again, his face getting redder and redder as his hips begin to jerk forward off the chair, forcing his cock down my boss's throat. Suddenly there is a muffled cry and Mr O'Keefe's eyes bulge almost out of his head, but he can't speak horse blowjobs because he has a fat cock pounding his throat and I can see Mr. Montgomery's swollen manhood plunging into his ass, accompanied by a long, satisfied moan. Mr O'Keefe's taking a pounding from both ends and I can hear his high pitched grunts of mingled pain and pleasure as the air is knocked out of his body again and again. Suddenly Mr Finn's back arches in the chair and he emits a strangled groan. Strings of creamy spunk start pouring from Mr O'Keefe's mouth and finally, Mr Finn zips his cock back into his Valentino suit, tossing a tissue on the floor. "Clean your face," he says, still breathing hard. Then it's Mr Montgomery's turn to cry out and I can see his fingers whiten, leaving red prints on Mr O'Keefe's skin as he pumps harder and shoots his load inside his arse. The two company owners stand up, tucking themselves back in, fixing each other's ties, smoothing down sticking up hair. "Get rid of those guys we told you to," says Mr Montgomery, when he has his breath back, "and you can keep your job. That was damn nice, O'Keefe. I had no idea you were so...dedicated." Laughing, they gather their papers and leave the room. Mr O'Keefe sits on his knees, his eyes wide, his lips swollen. He pulls up his trousers but not before I see the bulge in his pants that he's trying to hide.. My fingers work harder and faster until I feel the orgasm rushing forward then... "Oh, daaaaaaaaaaamn, you dirty bastard" I sigh as I come hard, feeling my pussy gripping at my sunken fingers as my clit spasms and my head swims for a minute. The bathwater is cooling so I let some go and refill it so the steam rises once again. My body tingles with the heat inside and out, and I feel sleepy. But I have so much to write tonight. I wonder if my readers will like the new stuff as much as I do. ===== The next day, I go in early. I'm wearing the stockings I bought yesterday. No bra, just the silky vest. I am sexy and daring. The tops of my thighs are cool. I feel like a oral sex pictures Christmas present, waiting for someone to take off the wrapping. Only Mary is there, and we go into the kitchen together. "So today's the day!" she grins, popping in some toast. "We'll know if we've still got jobs by 5pm. I hope Mr O'Keefe can pull it off." I smile, remembering how gallantly he saved us all the night before. I can't wait to meet Messrs Finn and Montgomery, who are right now flying from London to our little city, the power over our futures in their hands. I've only ever seen their photos in the company magazine, or heard their names being mentioned in reverent tones. 'What do you know about the owners?" I ask Mary, getting Mr O'Keefe's coffee ready. I want him to be in a good mood today. Mary's always keen to gossip. "Well, don't tell anyone... but I heard Mr Finn was caught misusing company money just a few perform oral sex months back. He got busted by the police when they caught him snorting coke out of a hooker's arse crack in some brothel." She leans closer, whispering into my ear. "He's married to Mr Montgomery's sister. Apparently, it didn't go down well at all." Still chuckling at the image of small, ginger Mr Finn doing those things, I carry the coffee into Mr O'Keefe's office and set it on his desk thinking there's an image that won't be making its way to my readers for sure. I turn on his computer and open the window to let a bit of fresh air in. I should have brought some fresh flowers in to make the place smell less testosterone-ish. But maybe that's the smell he likes. I go into my own small office and start checking emails, voicemail, the in-tray. As I'm listening to the voicemail, I hear a woman's voice sobbing, slurring her words. "Sean! I'm so sorry I slept with free blowjobs Gerard, it meant nothing, I swear! I was drunk! Please...just talk to me!!! Pleeeeeeease, please... talk to meeeeeee!!!." A rush of joy sweeps over me. All has become clear! He had a girl who cheated on him, possibly with a friend. That would explain the persistent male caller he was ignoring. The stupid bitch, I think to myself. Oh, if he was mine....Jubilant, I dash off a quick email to Mary. "HE ISN"T GAY!!!!" When Mr O'Keefe walks past me into his office, I let my eyes linger on his well cut black suit, his slim waist and his muscular buttocks. My insides melt as I think of the broken heart beating under that cool, German-looking exterior. He needs his friends now. People who will look after him in this time of crisis. People like me. Although I have to say he is very good at hiding the heartbreak. He looks alert, excited, ready for anything. Without a word, he pulls me out of my chair, holding me close to his body. I can feel his heart beating against my chest. how to give oral sex "I can't stand it anymore," he says and pushes his tongue into my mouth. His lips are soft, and I close my eyes dreamily, tasting the hint of cappuccino on his tongue. His hand fumbles under my skirt and his eyes widen as he feels the place where stocking meets soft thigh. The back of his other hand brushes against my nipples I sigh as I let my thighs part, he pushes between them. I can feel the heat of his erection, just a couple of pieces of fabric stopping it from slipping inside me. The anticipation of pleasure so close makes my head oral thrush spin. "Caroline?" he says, and I shake my head and hurry into his office. "Any important communications? I don't want to be bothered with people today." His fingers drum on the desk, his leg jiggles up and down. His eyes are glued to the computer screen, scanning his emails. "You know Finn and Montgomery are going to be here." He cursed and muttered under his breath. "English assholes telling me oral herpes how to..." The complaints become inaudible and I suppress a smile. "No sir," I say. "Although there's something on my voicemail that...I think I got it by mistake." He looks at me, an eyebrow raised. "Here's an interesting one you've been hiding from me...who's not gay?" Oh Jesus! I've sent my message of triumph to the wrong person!!! "It...it doesn't matter. That was..." I lose the ability to speak as embarrassment slowly starts to strangle me. I can feel the blood scorching my cheeks. He must be fully aware of my feelings now. If I didn't fancy him, why would I care if he was gay or not? His eyes are glinting and he's trying not to smile. I notice his eyes traveling up and down my body as if seeing me for the first time. "Well just divert my calls today. You know where I'll be. Mr Boyle's PA will be taking the minutes so you can just get on with answering all these...fuck me, three hundred and thirty emails. And thanks for the coffee, Caroline. You're very thoughtful." "My name is Carmen," I stammer out. "Like the blowjob clips opera. I'll be sure to do those things, Mr O'Keefe." I scurry from the room and hide behind my desk. I daren't email Mary now so I call her and we plan to meet at 10am when the meeting has started and we're all free to slack off and do whatever we want. ===== We meet up in the café, where all the staff not at the meeting have gathered. All pretence of "business as usual" has been dropped. Our jobs are on the line, and we're all rooting for Mr. O'Keefe and Mr. Boyle up there in the board room doing battle with the English. When I tell Mary what I've done, she does what any sympathetic friend would do. Wiping tears from her eyes, she lets out another peal of laughter and I wonder if she's getting hysterical. "Ach Carmen!" she says, when she gets her breath back. "You're an eejit. But it might be a good thing in the end." I stared at the floor, feeling the corners of my mouth drooping. "How can it be a good thing? He doesn't even know my name. And I've been his PA for the last three months!" She put her arm around me. "Well if free oral sex movie you don't mind me saying, that's just as much your fault as his," she says. "Did you ever say anything to correct him, before today?" Sighing, I shake my head. I know she's right, although I won't take full responsibility. I can't believe he never noticed my email signature in all that time. I guess he doesn't think my emails are important enough to read. "Well," she says. "Now he knows. And with that email, you've planted a seed in that thick head of his. He'll notice you now whether he wants to or not." I sip my coffee and contemplate it. Maybe she's right, maybe not. Then again, maybe he'll forgive the cow who cheated on him, or maybe he won't. But how to proceed? The only action I've had in the last two years was in my head. I'm not at all experienced in the art of seduction. It's so much easier when the men aren't actually real. The day passes painfully slowly, and by the time they come out of the meeting, my blood is bouncing in my veins, buoyed with caffeine. The owners leave looking satisfied. Mr O'Keefe has a gleam in his eye as he assembles everyone to tell them the news.

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