[flrt] [1997-11-05] A Flirt Too Far [Fm humil nc]
A Flirt Too Far, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1997. All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted
with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note
must remain attached.
Word Count: 2071
It always comes back to the office.
My wife and I had gone through some rough stretches during a
dozen years of marriage. I'm not the easiest guy to live with
and although I wasn't a virgin I didn't exactly revel in physical
contact to the degree that my wife did, and needed me to.
Meanwhile I was actively flirting with two or three women on the
bulletin boards and goofing around with the office secretaries,
at least to the degree that they invited and went along with it.
After all, I was a married man.
One result was our sex life got dull. Oh, we had orgasms --
at least I know I did -- but it was all routine. I couldn't find
a way to talk with her about the suggestions I had gotten from
the boards, and she didn't seem inclined to suggest anything
different.
Another thing that happened was I started getting careless
at the office. My flirting with the secretaries got a little bit
bolder -- not enough to invite harassment charges but more like
you'd expect from a single man. Plus, I was spending more of my
office time on the modem, downloading explicit graphics files,
logging into adult MUDs on the Internet, and once actually having
a "hot chat" with the sysop of a local board while waiting for
the secretaries to bring me a report.
Eventually, something had to break.
***** ***** *****
I was catching up on my BBS mail one morning when I got
called away from my desk for a quick project update. When I got
back I saw Nell, one of the department secretaries, leaving my
cubicle with a worried look on her face. I looked around my
cubicle to see what she had left, but I didn't find everything,
and all of the papers on my desk were just as I had left them.
When I left for lunch, I passed Nell's desk and complimented her
on her outfit, saying something like "it really flatters you."
She looked at me oddly, then smiled and said "And you know all
about flattery, don't you, Ron?" Then she flashed her winning
smile at me and I walked out the door thinking about long legs
under a dark green skirt.
I went to lunch that day at one of the topless bars in town.
The Candy Store had just changed management, and they were
running a special with a five-buck cover, a free lunch buffet and
$3 drinks. All told I could get in and out for under ten bucks
if I passed on the table dances. When I got back to the office I
leaned over Nell's desk to get my messages. Her blouse was open
just enough to show a little cleavage, and I smiled as I admired
the view. When I got back to my desk, I restarted Windows and
flipped through the messages... ignore... ignore... call
tomorrow... buzz Nell? I picked up the phone and dialed her
extension. "What's this note about?" She told me to hold on and
she'd be in to discuss it with me.
She walked in just a few minutes later, closing the door
behind her. "I've been going over some files," she said as she
came around the side of my desk, "and I think we need to
reorganize the way we work around here." Nell was standing right
beside me, her chest almost brushing my cheek. I couldn't help
getting aroused, but at least my chair was close to my desk.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Nell," I said. "Well, Ron, I think
we ought to be working more closely as a team," she responded.
With that, she pulled my chair back from the desk and turned me
to face her. "You've been talking sweet to me for a few months,
Ron, and I'm ready to do something about it." She opened a few
more buttons on her blouse, showing more skin but no sign of a
bra. "The question is, what are you ready for?"
My eyes goggled -- her breasts looked every bit as delicious
as I had been imagining them, and I would have loved nothing
better than to get my hands and mouth on them right then. But I
tried to stall. "Um, Nell, I think perhaps I may have given you
the wrong impression..."
"Wrong impression, hell!" she retorted angrily. "What
impression do you expect me to get from this?" And with that she
planted her hand firmly on my crotch, squeezing and releasing my
balls. "And don't try to pull that faithful husband crap on me,
I know the kinds of things you do in here when the door is
closed." I suddenly thought about my network mail and the
pictures I had been downloading, and a shiver ran down my back.
Her voice suddenly got softer as she continued, "and the
door is closed now, Ron... and locked." She shook her upper
body, making her breasts wiggle under her blouse. "Come on, Ron,
you can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" Her fingers
started doing delightful things to my balls through my pants, and
as much as I wanted to get up and run, I wanted her hands to
touch me that much more.
It was too much to take. I groaned and grabbed her breasts
through the thin blouse. "Walk *this*," I snarled as I flipped
the last few buttons out of their holes. No bra, for sure, and
nice perky nipples capping big brown areolae. I stuffed as much
of one breast into my mouth as I could, hearing her murmur
approvingly. She rubbed her palm over the shaft of my cock,
making it grow in my Jockeys. I alternated sucking on each of
her breasts and moved my hands around the backs of her legs to
grab at her bottom. She had a nice fleshy ass, and she pressed
her chest into my face as I squeezed her ass cheeks. I felt her
fingers at my waist, and she quickly unfastened my belt and had
my zipper down. She grabbed my cock through the material of my
briefs and slid her hand up and down a few times. I wiggled my
fingers under the leg band of her panties and slid my hands
around the curves of her ass, letting my fingers meet each other
to tease her asshole. She must have liked that, because she
shuddered and moved her legs farther apart. I pressed my middle
finger inward and felt her back hole flare around the tip. My
finger went in slowly, and every time I moved it farther in she
responded by squeezing my cock through my briefs.
I really wanted to feel her hand on me without any
irritating cloth, but my hands were both busy and she wouldn't
let me get my face out of her breasts. Nell bent her knees and
settled down on my hand, shoving her ass back onto my finger
hard. I moved it in and out faster while she panted and moaned.
Her hand was doing a number on my cock meanwhile, alternating
rolling her palm over the shaft and teasing it with her nails,
and even though she had never directly touched my flesh I was
getting near the point of no return. I wrapped my lips around
one fleshy nipple and gnawed on it, and she started moaning and
hunching hard on my hand.
I came first, hard, hot and sticky into the cotton of my
briefs. Then she started moaning louder, and jammed her ass
down onto my finger, shuddering all over as she kept rubbing my
cock through the wet cotton. I opened my mouth and her nipple
popped out, red and just a little raw. She leaned forward and
rubbed her sweaty chest against my face. The smell of sex was
all around the room, and her hand kept moving until my underwear
was soaked through with cum. I wouldn't have expected it so
soon, but the feeling of the sticky cotton around my cock was
starting to get me hard again. I didn't know what had set Nell
off, but I was really enjoying this. Nell was practically
swabbing the soaked cotton over my shaft and balls, and if I
wasn't exactly hard as a rock, I was at least ready for action.
Then I heard the door open.
"I thought you locked that!," I squawked as the cold breeze
of fear hit me.
"I lied," she said. Someone -- I couldn't see since my face
was still buried between Nell's breasts -- grabbed my wrists,
pulled them around and tied them behind the back of my chair. At
the same time, Nell was slid a pair of dark goggles over my eyes
before getting off my lap. "Eeuugh," said a new voice, "you were
right, Nell, he sure let a load loose in his lap." "Tell me
about it," my secretary replied as I squirmed in the chair and
someone tied my ankles apart. I felt a hand grasp my cock and
thread it through the flap in my briefs. Despite my
embarrassment, I had my erection back. "But let me scrub my
hands first. Keep him quiet." I had been too shocked to do
anything until then, but Nell's comment woke me and I opened my
mouth only to have a soft hand cover it firmly. "I don't think
you want to raise any kind of fuss," the unknown woman said.
"There are a half dozen secretaries within earshot, and I'm sure
they'd be vastly entertained to find out one of their bosses was
jerking himself off in his office, cumming all over his
underpants." I heard the click of computer keys. "And I'm sure
your supervisor or your wife would love to see the kind of
pictures you keep at the office to jerk off with -- what have we
here?" The keyboard rattled away. "Oh, this would make a good
impression -- one girl with her hands tied behind her back,
sucking a guy off while another girl licks his ass. Let me guess
-- you pretend you're the guy, right?"
Right now I was wishing I had gotten around to moving my
picture library off the hard disk. I knew the entire series of
pictures she was looking at, and my traitorous cock was showing
how much I liked it. About then Nell came back in, and I listened
for and definitely heard the "snick" of the lock this time.
There was a little silence, then I heard a series of loud clicks
and barely saw flashes of light through my goggles. "Smile,
sucker," said my secretary, "This is your life!"
I felt someone unfasten my wrists, and then Nell ordered,
"Jack off."
"What?!?"
"You got a problem hearing, horny boy? Jack off. Cum for
Mama Nell and her friend Kodak. Pretend you've got your cock in
my mouth or my pussy -- like you would get so lucky. And do it
now, before we leave your office with the door unlocked."
I wanted to protest, but she had me in a corner. I wrapped
my hand around my cock -- shit, the cum had dried too much. I
spit into my hand and rubbed my fingers over my balls, feeling
them come alive. I heard movements in the room around me as I
jacked my fist up over the head of my cock, rolling it around
before settling into an up and down motion. My legs were already
spread wide the way they were tied back. Every now and then I
heard the camera go off. Sooner than I would have thought, cum
came slowly spurting out and rolling down my hand. The camera
was clicking away. I heard the unknown voice say "fill me in
later," and then the door opened and shut.
Nell finished taking pictures, then untied my ankles,
removed the goggles and tossed a damp washcloth into my lap.
"Clean yourself up," she said, "and I'll make sure nobody
disturbs you for the next, oh, three minutes. Then we can talk
about making some changes in the way you run this department."
She walked out, closing the door firmly.
Two and a half minutes later, the phone rang. "Your wife on
line one," came Nell's voice. "Shall I tell her you're
available?"
/end/ 11-05-1997 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved