Chapter 5
The girl was long gone when Marcia finally returned to the area, and Mr. Clark's door was closed. Marcia tried hard to concentrate on her work, but this was next to impossible. All she could think about was Steven's fast-working tongue and the beautiful cock that she had caught only glimpses of but was permanently etched in her mind.
She found herself searching for any little excuse she could come up with for going into his office, even though it only took her in there for a couple of minutes at a time. All that morning she wandered in and out, finding him on the phone, studying reports, and for the most part oblivious of her.
Damn you, she silently cursed at his well-muscled back. All this time you've been trying to make me, and now that I'm considering it, you don't even know I'm alive.
Until that point, when her frustrated anger began to rise, Marcia had been undecided about whether she really intended to let Steven know that she might be interested in further advances from him. If he had so much as looked up at her even once, smiled at her and reminded her of how that handsome face looked between that girl's thighs, then Marcia would have run from the sight of him and possibly never thought of him erotically again. Any hint at his now hidden sexuality and she would certainly have crawled back in her shell.
But frustration got the best of her. It, on top of all she had seen and then learned about herself recently, was just too much to be repressed even by the old master at that trick that Marcia was. Suddenly Marcia wanted this man more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. Although she wasn't sure that she would be able to go all the way with him once the pants were actually down, she knew that she would go out of her mind with tension if she didn't at least make the attempt.
If Clark wasn't going to take notice of her on his own, then she damn well was going to do something about it. She had always tried her best to look attractive in the office at all times, but this was one occasion when she was going to make an all-out effort. Since it was close to lunch hour anyway, Marcia made a mad dash to the nearest department store and shopped through the lingerie section for a sheer bra in the latest shade of coffee and a pair of matching bikini panties. They didn't look like more than wisps of cellophane in the package, but when she went into the ladies' room back at the office and put them on, Marcia could see, with wide eyes, that they were as sheer as wearing nothing at all, but for the brown tint of them.
She had to stand up on a sink in order to get a good view of her appearance from the neck to the thighs, but it was well worth the effort. There could be no doubt that once she managed to get him to take off her outer clothing, what he would find beneath her high fashion outfit would be a real knockout.
It would have been so much easier if she had the guts to simply walk into his office, lock the door behind her and start to strip. But it was taking all the courage she could muster to even work up a plan, and she knew her limits, even in desperation. About as far as she could go in her plan was to entice him enough to get her clothes off and carry the ball the rest of the way for her.
Usually the silky beige sweater that she was wearing this day made her feel a bit uncomfortable because she considered it to be a little too revealing. But she was very happy that she had thought to wear it on this day. It showed the outline of her nipples through the sheer bra quite clearly and even if she had to practically push her breasts into his face. Clark would have to notice. She had worn a slip under her dark brown skirt, but took it off now as a precautionary measure against wasting time once they did get started in his office.
Now she washed her face and started her makeup over from scratch applying an extra coat of mascara and a bit more eyeshadow than she normally used for the office. Her hair had been pinned back with two barrettes for a more conservative look, but she took them out now and brushed her hair free and to softly frame the contours of her face. This style usually made her look a little younger, and after the girls that she had seen Steven with, Marcia felt she needed all the help she could give herself in the way of appearance.
The last thing she had heard his secretary do before leaving for lunch herself was to order in for the boss, so Marcia was reasonably sure that he would be sitting behind his desk and hard at work with sandwich in hand. The rest of the staff would no doubt be out as it happened to be payday. Conditions could not have been more ideal unless she waited until after five. But there was only about twenty-five minutes left, so Marcia knew she would have to work fast.
Gathering her cast-off underwear in her bag and checking herself in the bathroom mirror one last time, Marcia put on the sexiest wiggle she could muster and walked right into his office without even bothering to knock. Now that she had gone this far, she was going on nervous energy and allowing herself no room to back out. Once in the doorway she made it appear that she accidentally kicked the door closed, and told herself that it was now too late to change her plans.
Whether she did or didn't go through with it, Marcia felt that she would never be able to go back to her old habits. This was a step that fate seemed to be holding in store for her for some time, and she knew that this was the time to take it.
As expected, Steve was alone, and deep in study of a financial report that he had to give at the next day's board meeting. Marcia put on her most seductive expression as she walked through his doorway, but he didn't even bother to look up. For a few seconds she stood in front of his desk and made a pretense at coughing, hoping that this would catch his attention. But it didn't work and time was quickly running out.
Desperate measures were needed. Marcia's heart was pounding with anxiety, but she knew that if she didn't do something immediately, the moment was going to be lost. It looked like she would have to be the one who took the initiative after all.
So she took a very deep breath, told herself that it was no different than her first ballet recital, and walked around to his side of the desk. Something clicked in her brain, and she instantly knew what she would have to do in order to carry her efforts off. In her mind she became another woman, one very much like the pair that she had seen this man with, and she behaved as either one of them might do when trying to seduce him.
Standing just behind his shoulder, Marcia leaned her body over him so that her nipples were actually pointing into his back and whispered in his ear using her most sultry tones.
"Hi, Mr. Clark. I thought I'd see if there was any little thing I could do for you."
"What? Oh, it's you, Marcia." And then he turned around, aware of her breasts at his back, and saw her in a totally new way-He had always felt that this woman had the potential to be extremely sexy, but that she was either unaware of her own capabilities or had some I pretty strong hang-ups. After several unsuccessful attempts at getting his message across to her, he had just about given up on the idea of ever sampling her wares. But now, he was strongly aware of her perfume, and the willing air that she seemed to be radiating.
Clark pushed his seat back a little so he could get a better look at her. Yes, she was still as beautiful as ever, but there was something distinctly different about her general form and the way that she was carrying her body.
"Marcia, would you mind standing back a little and turning for me? I want to get a good look at that outfit, if you don't mind."
"Certainly I don't mind," she whispered.
Her heart was beating wildly as she realized that he actually might be getting turned on and she only hoped that she could keep on going as she was. Trying her best to control her shaking limbs, she stepped back less than a foot and slowly pivoted on the balls of her feet, thrusting her chest out as far as she could and holding her arms out a bit so he could get a good look at her gently rounded hips.
The excitement of it all was having a pronounced effect on her breasts, causing them to swell and her nipples to extend and stiffen. In the sheer bra and the silky sweater, there was no hiding their condition. Nor did she want to especially when she saw the way that they caused her boss's eyes to light up.
"Mrs. Addison," he finally declared, "if I didn't know better I would swear that you were trying to seduce me."
It was out in the open now. She had only to provide the right answer and her wish would be fulfilled. Marcia could scarcely believe it, but she knew that she would have to save her wonder for later and grab the moment at hand now.
"You're rights Mr. Clark," she haltingly answered. "That's just what I'm trying to do."
"In that ease, why is there so much distance between us?"
The dance of passion had officially begun and Marcia could act easily now. She was caught up in it all and no longer had to act consciously. The scene took on a slow motion feeling, like the love scene from some artistically filmed movie, and the next thing she knew she was sitting in Mr. Clark's lap and leaning back as he worked his hand under her sweater and cupped her heaving breast in his palm.
"Delicious tits," he murmured and Marcia knew just what she had to do next.
Quickly she tugged the sweater up and over her head, and Steven's hands went behind her to unclasp the filmy bra. But while he struggled with the hooks, his hunger could not be denied and he closed his lips around the nearest nipple. Then the bra was off and her big jugs swung free.
Clark's mouth hung open and all he could do was stare for a couple of seconds. But there were no seconds to be lost. Marcia lifted her breasts with both her palms and leaned over the man's reddened face. He was panting hard and she could read his mind with no trouble at all.
"Here they are, little boy," she whispered as she lifted her left breast to his drooling mouth. "Come to mommy and take a big drink."
"Oh, baby. I've waited a long time for this."
His lips were wet as he filled them with as much of her succulent tit as they would hold. She could feel his hot breath on her sensitive flesh and it sent ripples of tingling pleasure shooting through her chest. Softly she moaned and then cradled his head against her as she would a nursing child.
Clark went nearly crazy then. He opened his mouth as wide as he could then began to munch on the flesh that filled it. With little nips, and a series of kisses and licks he worked his mouth all around the circumference of the nipple and its halo and then went to work on that spot especially.
Pursing his lips more tightly than before, he sucked on the nipple as if he could actually draw milk, and it swelled beautifully and extended in his mouth. When Marcia began to shiver with delight, he went a step further and closed both lines of his teeth around it. Then he grated it gently between them, and Marcia went out of her mind. His one hand had been kneading the other breast all the time he was nursing, and when he felt her arching her back, his other hand slipped down to her lap.
"Oh, take me, Steve," she moaned. "Take me and fuck me to death. I need it so badly. Please, please fuck me."
It was a plea the likes of which he had never heard before, and one which he would never even think of refusing. While Marcia bent backwards against the edge of the desk, Clark slid down to his knees and slipped her shoes off her feet. His mouth went down to her toes and he kissed and sucked each one through the stockings before he slipped them off her feet as well.
Still down at her feet, although they were naked now, he started kissing and licking at the inside of her ankles, back and forth from one leg to the other, working ever upwards to the inside of her knees and even higher. The flesh was softer and more succulent in the area of her thighs, and so he spent a little more time there, taking little nips every so often.
But always his intention was even higher than that, and when he heard the woman was moaning and begging him to do whatever he pleased with her, he decided to waste no more time in idle dallying. They both knew what she wanted, and Clark was more than eager to give it to her.
He was just about at the crucial area then, but wanted to hear her ask for it before consenting to her wish. Steven knew this would be very meaningful coming from the lips of a woman who always tried to appear so dignified and he needed very much to hear it.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he breathed into the cleft between her thighs. "Tell me."
"Eat me," she answered without a moment's hesitation. "Oh, eat me and make me come."
Without further ado, Clark snaked his tongue out and began to lick sensuously up and down the line of her slit. From the way she was trembling he could tell the woman was dying for him to stick his tongue right in there, but Clark new that she had finally learned to come of her high horse and get horny like the rest of them. He felt that she needed a little bit of discipline so that she would never try the arrogant bit on any man again.
So he continued to lick along the line, and around the outer lips as well, while his fingers kneaded the flesh of her thighs and occasionally ran behind to feel the silken globes of her taut ass. Marcia couldn't take too much. The entire scene was definitely insane, and she could feel how wet her cunt was already. She tried to let Steven know how horny she was by grinding her hips against his face.
He had understood the depth of her need all along, but he wasn't about to let on. About the most he would do for her sake was to press his tongue in a little deeper, until he heard a whistle in her breath and knew that she was really feeling the bit of frustration.
Still it wasn't enough for an uptight lady. He wanted her reduced to the state of a struggling bitch in heat, and only then would he really go to town on her. But there wasn't any reason why he shouldn't bring her up a little higher in the meantime.
Steve knew just the way to drive this woman to an erotic frenzy. He forced her cunt open a bit more by using his jaws, and then he began to swirl his tongue all around the perimeter of her clit without actually touching it. It must have seemed to her that at any moment he would start to work it over, but for precious time that moment did not come.
No matter how violently she writhed, whined and clawed at his shoulders with her hands, Steven refused to budge his tongue the extra fraction of an inch that she so desperately needed. He waited until she was actually whimpering, and then he let her know just what he thought of her arrogant ways until that day.
"You see bitch," he muttered into her beaver. "You're no different than the rest of us. And now that you're starting to see what I mean by that, I'm going to show you just how hot you can get."
There was no need for Marcia to answer, and it wouldn't have much mattered what she said anyway. She was in no condition to fight him off, and Steve was far too determined to keep her in her place while he had his fill of eating her cunt.
Taking a firm grip on her hips to ensure that she would not be able to move her muff away from him, Steve went to work on her clit with a real passion. He used his tongue feverishly right from the start, quickly and lightly, never missing a stroke until her clit had swelled to twice its size and it sounded to him like the woman was starting to cry.
"No more, please," she begged.
"Why not, bitch? Can't you take it?"
"I don't want it to happen."
"It? Are you telling me that you're ashamed to come? Well, if that's the way you feel then we'll just forget this. I don't care. I'll get up and leave you just the way you are."
"No! I mean, yes, oh, I don't know what I mean."
"And you don't know what you want either. You know what I think? I think you're just an uptight broad or a real cockteaser. Now which is it? Because I won't stand for any bitch to play games with me. You want me to eat you? ... fine. All I'll ask is a bit of a blowjob in return. If not, I can always get my pussy elsewhere."
"Oh, I never thought I would have to do a thing like that!"
"Oh, you didn't, did you? I suppose you were expecting me to do all this work and get nothing in return."
"I ... uhhh, that is...."
"Oh, shut up if you can't think of anything intelligent to say. Look, it's getting late. Now it's sixty-nine or nothing. I'll give you to the count of five to make up your mind."
"All right, all right. Please put your mouth back there. I'll do whatever you say."
"That's better. Come on, let's get down on the floor back here where we won't have any furniture in the way."
Steve was fast with his pants and shorts. He thought that Marcia didn't know it, but his carpet behind the desk bore many a faint stain from the fun that he had had with women before and after business hours. He knew just how to get what he wanted from them and always succeeded in less than the time he needed for the sake of safety.
Marcia was a surprise and a challenge. Normally he would have considered taking time off at a motel because he thought she would really need the slow and gentle approach to turn her on. But the girl he had in the morning had given him quite an appetite for cunt and after the way that Marcia had teased him and then threw a frigid toss, he felt that she didn't deserve the velvet glove treatment anymore.
A woman like her should really see the raunchy side first, he supposed. Maybe the next time, if she was lucky enough to have a next time with him, he might treat her royally and she would probably appreciate her fool head off for any decent hump that was tossed her way. Besides, he, thought it a good idea that she be shown what extra kicks there could be in a spontaneous session when all the humdrum activity of the workday world went on all around them. He had always found it extremely invigorating and firmly believed that his work was that much better for a few minutes' sexual diversion here and there, and he decided to be sure and ask her opinion when their own session was over. Now wouldn't that make an interesting item on the monthly efficiency report!
Never thinking that this woman was entitled to any choice in the matter, he pulled her down to the floor with him and immediately tugged her body on its side with her face directly in line with his stiff pecker. As soon as he had his own face in line with her cunt, he started shrugging his hips forward until he felt the tip of his cock actually hitting against her chin.
Even a woman who had never sucked a cock before shouldn't have any trouble getting to it from the position that he was in. All she had to do was open her mouth and he would shove it right in there. But he could feel how tightly closed her mouth was, and this angered him because she had already agreed that this would be a fifty-fifty proposition.
So while he took two of his fingers and shoved them in her slit so that he could startle her as well as arouse her. Steven started pounding his raging cock against her lips, using it as a battering ram so that he could force his way inside. This should have been accomplished easily enough after a few light strokes against her mouth, but here he was slamming himself at her and not only was her mouth still closed but he could feel her teeth clenched as well.
Enough was enough, he decided. This broad was going to have to learn the hard way. Without giving her warning of any kind he jammed a third finger into her hole to distract her and then suddenly bit down on her clit. The result was that she opened her mouth to scream and Steven popped his cock right in there before she could even get a sound out.
Steven didn't have to say anything by way of warning that she should start sucking or he was going to bite her clit right off.
That threat was very clear to her. Of course, she didn't have any prior instructions in how to give blowjobs, but knew that she had to try and try hard. Closing her lips around the shaft of his dick in the way that seemed most comfortable to her, Marcia started bobbing her head up and down, but soon discovered that she was scraping the inside of her mouth with her teeth, and a few winces from Steven told her that she was doing the same to his dick.
The pain of the bite on her clit stayed with her and she knew that it could happen again at any moment if she didn't do as she had been told and do it fairly well at that. At first she did feel a gagging sensation, but luckily her jaws seemed to adjust to the strange intrusion between them, and she could move her mouth up and down along the throbbing stalk with relative ease.
Although she didn't think of it at the time, Marcia later realized that getting her cunt eaten by such an expert at the art had to have a lot to do with her easy adjustment and the reasonably good performance she put on herself. As long as his tongue was stabbing into her hole, rubbing her clit practically raw, Marcia felt like she could do practically anything.
Soon they were working in unison and she lost all concept of time and space. She didn't even feel the rough abrasion of the carpet against her hip anymore, and certainly didn't realize that being found this way was worse than the way she could have been caught that morning.
The first time that she came in Steven's mouth, it happened so suddenly that Marcia didn't even know she had come to such a peak. But in answer to the throbbing charge that shot from her body, her mouth clamped even more tightly down against his shaft, and her tongue began to dart all over it. Inspired in such a way, Steven knew that the greater the heights he could carry her to, the greater her performance was going to be on his cock.
So he didn't even give her a second to come down from her first climax before he started worming his tongue around inside of her slit again. It turned out that the first climax, intense though it might have been, was only a prelude of greater things to come. Scant seconds later after just two or three flicks of his tongue in her already mushy hole, and another cascade of hot juice came pouring down.
This time the flow was so great that he could not even gulp it down. It spilled down into his mouth, and then gushed out over the sides. When it was all over his cheeks and dribbling down under his chin, Steven had no choice but to turn his face away until the storm had subsided somewhat. During those few seconds he was sure that Marcia would stop her sucking and he would lose the edge he had on his own orgasm, but once again she completely surprised him.
Marcia was too far out of it by then to stop what she was doing, even if the full force of the office staff had walked in at that moment and stood around watching. She kept right on sucking her boss's cock as if she had been doing it all her life.
No one had ever told or shown her how to perform this perverse service for a man, but she seemed to know instinctively at every moment just what was needed to drive this man as erotically crazy as he had been doing to her all this time. Her tongue was working rapidly and her head equally fast. Somehow she managed to keep her teeth out of the way of trouble, even though she was no longer exercising any deliberate control of her emotions.
Steven was too high up to go back to eating her now. His face was covered with her come, and he had to gasp for her, but he was considerate enough to go back to fingering her hole now that she was behaving like such a good girl. At just about the moment that his balls were sending up their charge through the shaft of his cock, Steven's hand started working rapidly in her hole, and he barely made her come a third time before he started to pump her mouth full of his hot juice.
She really wanted to keep her mouth down on him until he had shot his last, but the force of this hot, sticky substance, as well as what was happening within her own body was just too much for her to cope with together. She felt like she was going to choke, and pulled her head back suddenly. Her mouth was full of spunk and she couldn't figure out what she was supposed to do with it.
Steven had this answer although he was sure that it would not be much to her liking. Before she could turn her head away and spit up on the carpet as he imagined she might do, he sat up quickly and smacked her sharply between her shoulder blades. She sputtered a lot, but gulped it all down and Steven chuckled at the ridiculous expression on her face.
There were voices in the outer office and for Marcia the world came suddenly crashing down around her ears. She had just been party to one of the most obscene acts imaginable to her, and for it all, she had no one to blame but herself.
She couldn't even look her boss in the eye now as they dressed and the only thought in her mind was how she was going to get through her day without dying of shame. Steven was chuckling to himself, and she knew that he would be of no help on this score.
He seemed to know what she was afraid of and relished the thought of her embarrassment when she walked through his door again to face the staff. In fact, by the time she was fully dressed and dragged her fingers through her hair in an effort to make herself look more presentable, Steven was already back behind his desk, laughing to himself, but showing her how easily he could pretend that none of it had ever happened.
"The hell with you," she started to say to him as she turned to the door, but was never able to complete the sentence.
This had all begun as her personal effort to meet the sensual world head-on, but this man had managed to see right through her sexy cover to the frightened woman who was still inside. He had not denied her the kicks of it, but he had certainly made her understand that if either of the two of them had been used, then it was she.
With the very last of her strength, Marcia put on the straightest face she could come up with and went out to brave the outside world and the rest of her day. Just how she accomplished this, Marcia did not know, but she got her work done in a reasonable fashion, and from all the bland faces around her it seemed that no one was the wiser.
For most of that afternoon it was possible to stay out of his office, but she had to see Steve at the end of the day. Her legs trembled, and she stuttered in her effort to keep from sounding either sarcastic or embarrassed, so sure was she that they would take one look at each other and make the truth known to all.
But Steven's look was so straight and cold that it would have gone right through her, and this made her furious. She told him what she had to and stomped out of the office, wishing that none of it had ever happened and that she might never come back to the office again if she could just find an excuse for her husband.
Only one thing saved her from making that mistake. Just as she was walking out of Steven's office, he picked a flower out from the arrangement that was kept on a lamp table and tossed it to her with a grin.
"Rowers for you, lady," he said softly but loud enough for her to hear. "You really earned them today."
For Marcia it was as if a storm had just broken and the sun was streaming through a dark sky. She had felt like a truly passionate woman during the time that they lay on the carpet, and then like the dregs of humanity when it was over and for most of the day. But now a man who certainly should know had paid her a compliment, and she was no longer sorry for the experience. Instead, she drove home that day wondering what she and Steven could do the next time, and just how she was going to show her husband what she had learned without him asking the where of it.