Alicia received the text at the worst possible moment. She was standing in front of the bedroom mirror, jostling her boobs into prime position within the limited confines of her special, black cocktail dress, when she heard the phone blip from where it lay on her bed. Her heart lurched at the sound. God, please no. It could have come any time that week, surely not tonight... Not when Matt was treating her for her birthday, for crying out loud. Taking her to the Biarritz, so she had wheedled out of him, a restaurant so exclusive he had booked it a month in advance.
She had spent the hour since arriving home from work in a flurry of preparation. Stripped of her office clothes she had showered thoroughly, using probing, soapy fingers to wash out her pussy and asshole in preparation for her boyfriend's amorous attentions later on. She had talced and perfumed the sweeping curves of her robustly feminine body, before squeezing the swell of her ass into a tiny pair of lace panties and suspending her imposingly orbed tits in the matching brassiere. An exotic wriggling manoeuvre had got her into that dress - the one that so tightly held to the slalom course of her body - and the effect had been enhanced with the application of mascara and a whorishly red lipstick that promised serious cocksucking before the evening was out. The silver, heart-shaped necklace, her Christmas present from Matt, had been hooked in place and was nestling attractively amongst her cleavage. She had brushed back the loose ringlets of her auburn hair and was just joggling her breasts a little higher to maximize their visibility, when the text message arrived and fucked up everything.
The panicked tightening in Alicia's stomach as she flicked open the mobile phone was well-founded; the message was not from Matt. It was the one she had been expecting, shamefully hoping for over five whole days.
Re Monday's conversation. Waiting in office. Get here when you can. Gavin.
She stared at the screen of her phone in a advanced state of consternation. What to do? Bastard - Why Friday frigging night? Okay, okay, phone him - try and get him to rearrange. There's the whole weekend, we can sort out another time. She jabbed the recall on her cell-phone and realised how quickly her heart was beating as the ring sounded in her ear.
Click. 'You've reached Gavin McClain. Please speak after the tone.' His voice, cold and peremptory on the message, made her snap the phone shut in surprise. Why couldn't he bloody answer? She immediately flipped the phone open again and called the office, adding the code to Gavin's extension; she had put plenty of other people through to it over the past year. 'Hello, this is Gavin McClain. I'm out of the office or on another call...'
Fuck. What was he playing at, texting her and then suddenly inaccessible? This time she left a message. 'Gavin - Hi, Alicia here - Could you call me when you get this? Okay, bye.' Five minutes passed, five minutes of pacing the bedroom, fretting over the phone lying silent in the palm of her hand. This was bloody ridiculous. He obviously knew she was trying to get in touch with him. What was this, his way of reeling her in? Well the arrangement was off - if he was going to play power games with her, he could go fuck himSELF. She flung the mobile decisively down on the bed and turned heel to leave the room. She stopped before she reached the door, already reviewing her decision. So if she refused to play along with his game and he called the whole arrangement off, she'd have precisely what to show for it? Her pride - and fuck all else. No, she could go to his office, explain the situation to him - urge him to reschedule. The fact that she had made the trip should flatter his ego enough for now.
But had she time? She checked her watch - seven o'clock. Matt was due to call round for her at seven thirty. Shit, it would take her fifteen minutes to drive to the company building even now the traffic had slackened. She stood in the middle of the room for a moment, fists clenched up against her bosom in fraught indecision. Wait - it was okay. They were going for a drink before the restaurant. Once she got to the office and spoke to Gavin, she would phone Matt and cry off the drink - she could think of some excuse in the car - and she'd be back in time to go straight to the restaurant with him. Yes. Simple.
She grabbed her mobile phone from the bed and put it in her purse. What if the errand took longer than half an hour? She'd just have to arrange to meet Matt at the restaurant. Make-up bag...make-up bag... She raced to the bathroom and grabbed it from the sink. And shoes... She slipped into a flat pair for the driving and picked up her high heels in case she needed to go directly to the Biarritz. Then she ran out to the car.
Her ten-year-old bone-shaker of a Ford Fiesta briefly threatened not to start up. 'Useless piece of shit,' she muttered venomously, just before it coughed its way into reluctant action and let her guide it out of the parking space. Now there was a reminder, if she needed one, of why she had agreed to a liaison with Gavin in the first place. An extra four and a half grand a year - vehicle upgrade, winter holiday and some serious shopping. That was a proposition you didn't just brush off. Although initially, exactly one week ago, she had done just that.
Gavin did not often put in an appearance at the end-of-week drinks outing. It was assumed that as the demanding boss of Rainbow Software's London office, he was much too committed to the cut and thrust of business to indulge in such Friday evening steam-venting; either that or he carried out his recreational pursuits elsewhere. Predictably his presence in the Cock and Bull that night had caused a frisson of gossipy interest amongst Alicia's fellow receptionists. The entire year she had worked at Rainbow, Gavin and the mystery of his private existence had provided regular conversational fodder at coffee break or round the water cooler. What did anyone actually know about their taciturn, socially aloof boss, who just occasionally departed from his work script to throw some wry piece of semi-flirtation the way of one of the junior female staff, presumably causing her to cream her knickers on the spot?
He had been married once, apparently, or else engaged, but now pushing forty, there was no hint of any significant person in his life. As a businessman he was single-minded, ruthless it was said - the scourge of anyone who even thought of fucking him over or beating him to a lucrative contract. Outside of work he obviously showed the same single-mindedness in his physical training. Julia, whose desk was next to Alicia's, had met him in the sauna at a gym nearby the office one evening and was able to report that stripped to his shorts, he demonstrated the sort of physical attributes they had all hoped lay beneath his Armani; a body's worth of hard, but not over-developed muscle, without the merest hint of developing middle-aged flab. Stripped of his shorts she could still only surmise, but having cautiously checked out his pelvic region, she said she had good reason to be excited. She had adjusted herself in her seat and positively salivated as she discussed the matter.
There were, Alicia had observed, some women who fell markedly silent, when Gavin was discussed. Gina, the pretty, young blonde who used to temp in the general office, for example, had become very tight-lipped when his name cropped up in conversation. And Jasmin, the bookish-looking girl from accounts, who hid her attractiveness behind the traditional tied-up hair and glasses, took on an air of grim knowingness on such occasions and cast her eyes down to her coffee. Both disappointed perhaps, having made some romantic or sexual overture to the company boss? Alicia wondered. Or did they have some inside knowledge of what it meant to get involved with him outside their fantasies?
Alicia had received more than a few jealous glances, at any rate, when Gavin had engaged her in conversation the previous Friday evening. There was no mistaking his power of attraction, she had thought, as he turned to her at the bar. A modern-day Mr Rochester; Alicia did not recall a great deal from English GCSE, but the enigmatic hero of Jane Eyre had captured her imagination - a great, brooding tower of masculinity, simmering with unspoken passion. Gavin was from the same mould, she reckoned. Rugged creases in his face and flecks of grey in his dark hair gave away his maturity, but everything else about his - the alertness of his gaze and the athleticism of his massive frame - suggested the vitality, the virility of a younger man. His very proximity to her caused her to spill some of her vodka and Coke.
'Alicia from reception.' He fixed her with a level stare over his Scotch. 'Professional, personable and supremely efficient.'
Alicia felt her face redden and was aware of a lurching sensation in her lower abdomen. She wasn't sure she was any of the above. 'You haven't got me mixed up with someone?' she asked with a wry, but gratified smile.
'Ah, these things don't go unnoticed,' he replied, then he smiled at her slyly. 'Now a lesser boss might be too dazzled by your more glamorous qualities to see the professionalism that lies beneath, but happily I'm aware of both.'
Alicia's blush deepened and she was suddenly glad of the pub's subdued lighting. She groped in her flustered confusion for a coherent response and tried to stop herself from grinning like an adolescent. 'You'd better not let my boyfriend hear you talk like that.' Damn. Why had she gone and mentioned him? Because, her good angel reminded her, she was trying to be faithful in a relationship for once in her life. Because Matt was sweet and caring and she didn't deserve him - so she wasn't going to fuck anyone else, least of all the boss. That's why. Good call.
Gavin seemed unperturbed by mention of Alicia's partner and remained to chat amicably with her, as the other staff members drifted off to other venues, leaving them alone. He appeared genuinely impressed by a range of attributes she had seemingly underestimated in herself and fielded her opinions on everything from new office décor to possible venues for the forthcoming Christmas party.
'You know, it's a shame.' She remembered the appraising stare he had applied to her as he said it.
'What is?'
'No - It's just that there's a pal of mine - Travers, Alan Travers, he's a director at Aztec, you know, the architectural firm? Well he'll be interviewing for a new personal secretary shortly and I've no doubt you could do an excellent job.' Despite several vodkas she was hooked on his words. He stared at her intently, obviously giving the matter further thought. 'We don't have any promotions going at Rainbow right now and this would be quite an increase in salary for you. Trouble is - he's got one or two in-house people in mind for the post already...'
'Well you could always put a word in,' she advanced cheekily, but her pulse quickened at this suddenly-materialised opportunity.
He did not crack a smile at her response, just continued to observe her shrewdly. 'Throw a CV my way Monday morning,' he said eventually. 'I'll pass it on at any rate. Nothing ventured, eh?'
The conversation moved on - to Gavin's favourite restaurants and far-flung holiday destinations, pleasures just a stretch out of Alicia's price range. The sorts of places Gavin could take her... No, she wasn't going down that line. Matt was her sweetie, someone who finally showed her respect and appreciation. She had been congratulating herself at holding her own in conversation with her boss - enjoying his flattery and flirting ever so mildly, while at the same time making her loyalty to her fella perfectly clear - but this was venturing a little too close to the fire. Time to go before she got burned.
It was almost as if Gavin read her thoughts and he slipped neatly in with his suggestion, one that caught her off guard. 'Look, Alicia - I've the makings of a seafood risotto and a bottle of red at my apartment. If you're not rushing off, what say we continue our conversation back there?'
He threw it in with such casual charm, she could hardly fault him for his wickedness. The very suggestion made her aware of her body in relation to his; she could feel her nipples hardening beneath her blouse. She tried to disguise the pleasure she felt at his very offer. 'Well the risotto sounds very tempting,' she smiled, 'but I've got another night in already arranged - with my boyfriend.' The final word was just slightly pointed.
'And you sure I can't tempt you any other way?' There was a wry smile as though of defeat on Gavin's lips as he said it.
''Fraid not,' she smiled sadly in return. Was she really passing on her opportunity to fuck Gavin McClain? Beneath her considerable sense of loss, however, was a swelling sense of moral victory.
Gavin's gaze held hers, however, and it seemed to her that she was being weighed up in some way. 'What if I said I could swing that job for you?' There was a boldness in his stare as he said it. 'As it happens, Alan owes me a favour and if you want, I can call it in. A few weeks from now and the job would be yours on a plate.'
Alicia stared at him in a mixture of wonder and outrage. 'You're...'
'Attempting to bribe you for sex, yes.' He countered the full force of her astonished gaze until she had to look away. 'Now you can look as shocked as you like, Alicia, but you can't tell me you find the proposition totally unattractive...'
Shit! The memory was so distracting, Alicia almost drove through a red light. She jammed on her brakes and there was a screech, as the car behind narrowly avoided rear-ending her. The driver blared his horn angrily. 'All right, all right, sorry!' she muttered angrily. Already on edge, the near-accident had set her heart racing. She checked the dashboard clock - 7.05pm. She had got to get there, got to try and stall him.
Not that she had accepted Gavin's indecent proposal straight off. She had managed to assume a politely appalled air, restate her plans for the evening and leave with a chilly 'Thanks for the drink'. Bastard. Who the fuck did he think he was? Couldn't take no for an answer, so he thought he could buy her cunt just by lining up a... How many grand a year was that job? Christ, he had been ready to pull those strings just so he could sleep with her? No, she had endeavoured not to let her thoughts stray that direction.
Inevitably, of course, she had considered the job, and the lifestyle changes that might accompany it, all weekend. And yes, she had thought of what Gavin - self-satisfied bastard - might do to her with his mouth, his hands and his cock and had frigged herself off while she was thinking it. But she had fought the urge to betray Matt with that arrogant fuck. The sort of fuck who would probably start covertly harassing her to get what he had angled for on Friday evening.
Called to Gavin's office on Monday afternoon, she expected innuendo, that or sudden criticism of her work. Instead she found her boss seated on the edge of his desk, wearing an inscrutable expression. 'Alicia, glad you could spare me a moment,' he said to her, his tone businesslike. 'Please, take a seat.' He indicated the room's smart leather and chrome sofa. She perched herself on it self-consciously, trying vainly to read him.
'Look,' he began, 'I'm not going to apologise for Friday, but perhaps I need to explain myself a little.'
'Oh?' She looked at him blankly.
'Yes. Look, I'll be honest with you, Alicia.' There was a frank, almost confessional air about him as he spoke. 'I've never been a saint. I enjoy attractive women and I enjoy sex with attractive women. Plus...' She had never experienced a stare more penetrating. '... I know when the attractive woman I'm talking to wants the same thing I do.' She went to protest, but he restrained her with a motion of his hand. 'Alicia, this last eighteen months I've been with someone. I've actually tried to make a go of things, be monogamous for once in my life. And I've been a good boy for longer than I thought I had in me - passed over everyone from glamour models to classy, power-dressed business executives. Then Friday evening I started a conversation I shouldn't have and found I wasn't prepared to pass over you. I made my move, you brushed me off quite rightly because of your boyfriend, and I would normally have left it there. But I pushed my luck. I used whatever I could think of to persuade you to change your mind. Because that's how desperate I was to fuck you.'
Alicia felt her body going limp under the power of Gavin's burning gaze. All her expectations of the encounter had been undermined by his searing declaration. 'Look,' he told her, 'this is the last time I mention this. You walk out and it never happened, if that's what you want. But know this. My offer of the job, however inappropriate, was sincerely made - and it still stands, if you agree to that quality time with me.'
He held her stare and the silence between them yawned like a canyon. Had she been single, she'd already have let him do her whatever way he pleased. The opportunity was still there, to experience for real what most of the female staff only dreamed of, while nocturnally fingering themselves or stuffing sex toys where they knew Gavin would probably never go. One night only, Matt none the wiser and serious career advancement the net result. So he was a bastard - at least he was an honest bastard.
'This job - what, I just walk into it?'
'CV on my desk before the end of the day, I'll set up the interview for next week - but trust me, it'll be a formality only. I had a discreet word with Alan...'
'He knows?' Her voice was sharpened again with the pang of potential humiliation.
'A discreet word,' Gavin repeated. 'I told him what a find you were and said that you're a family friend. Reminded him that he owed me. He won't suspect a thing - and even if he did, he wouldn't ever bring it up. He's a gentleman, even if I'm not. So, what do you think?'
Alicia felt a moistening between her legs, as she realised beyond all doubt that she was going to allow Gavin McClain to stick his cock inside her. 'When?' she asked, trying to mask her guilty excitement behind a stony face. 'And where?'
Gavin's own face betrayed nothing; he only looked slightly pensive. 'It's a busy week...and I want to do justice to you. Give me your mobile number and I'll get in touch with you when there's a window.' She looked at him, confused. How come he was calling the shots so suddenly? Didn't she have a say in the details? 'You want to keep things discreet, right?' he said, appearing to read her. 'Look, I'll be good to my word, but just be ready to work around my schedule. Now - your number?'
'Arrogant prick!' Alicia brought the car to a rather clanking halt in the company car park, this further recollection ringing in her head. 'Christ, why the fuck did I agree to this?' But she knew the answer even as the question left her mouth. It was the prospect of that increased payslip. That and nothing else, right?
Enough - 7.15pm, she had to make this quick. So exactly why she changed back into her heels before leaving the car, she would have been hard-pushed to say. The thought occurred to her, as she clattered precariously across the courtyard, trying not to sprain an ankle; she obviously wanted to look her seductive best as she brushed Gavin off, show him what he risked losing out on by playing his male power-games. Yes, that was it.
The squat, amphibious security guard in the foyer eyed her with undisguised lechery, as she clicked her way towards him. 'Can I help you, love?' There was delight in his toad-like eyes, as he surveyed the narrow gorge between her mountainous, tight-squeezed tits.
'I work here,' she snapped, whipping her laminated name-card from her bag and waving it disdainfully under his nose. 'I've got an appointment...' It occurred to her that no explanation was required for this repulsively clammy admirer of her body, so she turned heel and trotted imperiously away towards the lift, knowing his leering eyes were fixed on her.
The entire building was all but deserted. Everyone else was embarking on their usual Friday night pursuits, she thought, as she made the lonely ascent to the Rainbow offices on floor eight; yet here she was returning to her workplace, jeopardizing her plans so she could talk her way out of a clandestine fuck-session with her boss. A boss who was sitting in his office, waiting to thrust his hands up the skirt of her dress and peel her knickers away from her ass. Who was maybe hard for her already...
The lift doors slid apart just as she was pulling the hem of her dress down beyond her rump's curvaceous swell. She had to wriggle past two members of the cleaning staff as she made her exit, and they eyed her scathingly, taking in her scant cocktail dress and various expanses of exposed flesh. She could imagine their conversation, as the doors shut behind her and she started down the hallway to Gavin's office. Who's the tart? What's she doing here this time of night?
But she wasn't a tart. She hadn't put on this dress for her boss, it had been all for Matt, the boyfriend to whom she had been faithful for six months. And if she had planned to take time out from her commitment so she could advance herself a little, earn a bit extra, contribute some more to her relationship, well who the fuck should point a finger? She clipped to a halt in front of Gavin's door and realised just how wet she was. Who was she trying to fool? She wanted to know just what it felt like to have Gavin inside her, pumping hard. Spending all that tightly controlled, male energy on her body. But she mustn't let it be tonight.
The blinds on the windows to Gavin's office were pulled shut, allowing no clue as to whether he was inside or not. Alicia rapped a slightly trembling knuckle on the glass-fronted door. No response. She eased the door open and peered uneasily inside, looking for signs of her boss through the room's dimmed lighting. 'Hello?' It came out as an embarrassed near-squeak and received no reply. She slipped inside the office and silently closed the door behind her, still searching through the gloom. 'Hello?'
'Alicia.' She jumped, almost literally, and could only hope that the low light-setting had disguised the degree of her fright. 'I'm glad you could make it.' He was reclining behind his dark mahogany desk in a posture of supreme assurance and contentment; she could see, her eyes adjusting to the light, the open neck of his shirt, light-pinstripe jacket and tie having been cast casually on to the surface of the desk. An opened bottle of wine sat there as well, along with two glasses; almost lazily he leaned forward, lifted the bottle and poured two measures. 'I always like a woman who makes an effort.'
She glanced self-consciously down at herself and knew how it must look. Gavin had risen fluidly from his seat and was moving towards her, carrying the glasses. There was a faint smile of approval on his lips, as he surveyed her startling, fleshy curves and the way they strained against the tight restrictions of her tiniest party dress. 'Now why don't you lock the door, just in case we get disturbed?' He stopped a foot in front of her, proffering one of the glasses. Her face burned in the heat of his steady, knowing gaze and she felt herself stumble in her resolve.
'Gavin, I haven't come here for that. I - I couldn't get through to you...'
'Oh now, Alicia - you're wearing those fuck-me heels. What's a guy to think?'
She looked down again, this time to her prettily strapped ankles and noticed with another start that Gavin was expectantly barefoot. Even as such he towered several inches above her heeled five foot ten. She steeled herself to resist him. 'That I was preparing to go out with my boyfriend for my birthday and that I couldn't contact you to explain,' she replied reasonably. 'Look, I'm going to be late as it is. If you want this, then we'll just have to arrange another time.' She wanted to sound decisive, but was sure he would notice the quake in her voice.
'Now Alicia.' They were standing by the photocopier and he set one wine glass on it, so he could reach his hand under the tresses of her hair and caress the side of her face. 'I've got all sorts of calls on my time. I have to take my pleasures when I can and I'm likely to be very busy between now and the interviews at Aztec. Which means, Alicia, it's tonight or not at all. So the question is...' - he pressed the glass into her hand - '...how much you want this.'
'My boyfriend,' she said, her voice barely a whisper. 'I'm supposed to be going out to dinner with him...'
Gavin's hand slid downwards over her throat and the bared flesh of her upper chest, then insinuated its way round the swell of her left breast. 'Cancel it,' he told her, as if he were issuing an instruction to an employee, which, it occurred to her fleetingly, was the case. 'Phone him now and tell him you'll do it another time.' The exploring hand curved its way down the slope of her lower back.
'But it's for my birthday...' Her breasts were heaving, noticeably she was sure, under the hugging strictures of her dress, and there was a writhing combination of panic and excitement in her lower belly. 'We're celebrating...'
His searching fingers rounded the broad curve of her buttock, pressing through tight fabric into the flesh beneath. The fingertips slipped below the dress's hem and his carefully manicured nails dug into the little crease between her butt cheek and upper thigh. Slowly, eyes locked unflinchingly on hers, he intensified his grip and drew her in to his massive frame, so that she could appreciate the degree of his arousal. Crushed against him she realised the truth of all those gossiped coffee- break rumours; her boss was extravagantly endowed and the few thin layers of their clothing failed to disguise his cock's hardness, pressed as it was against the softness of her belly. 'You want a real birthday celebration, it's with me - right here in this room. And it's one you won't fucking forget, that I guarantee.' He pulled back from her and clinked his wine glass against hers, then she copied him, in a state of semi-hypnosis, as he sipped. 'Now are you going to be a clever girl and lock that door?'
She nodded obediently, the last of her good intentions wiped away. Gripped in the same burning, lustfully expectant trance, she turned, flicked the door catch and locked herself and Gavin away from the rest of the world. It was only when she turned back to him that her panic returned. 'What'll I tell Matt? What'll I say to him?'
'Whatever it takes.' He took hold of her wrist, lightly but firmly, and propelled her teetering form over to his expansive desk. Adapting as she now was to the room's dimness, she could see bulging evidence of his erection, as it strained over to one side, against the material of his bespoke Italian trousers. 'You're a bright girl, improvise.' He tapped a key on his desktop phone for an outside line and it buzzed into life. 'What's his number?'
'Let me use my mobile,' pleaded Alicia, nearly breaking into sweat in her sudden onrush of terror.
'You forgot to charge it this morning,' Gavin spelt out to her patiently. 'That's why you haven't been able to call him and explain that your plans have changed. Now what's his number?'
Alicia could scarcely remember, let alone piece together the rest of the excuse, but Gavin's renewed mesmerizing gaze calmed her and seemed somehow to draw the numbers from her memory. He set his glass down and rapped out the sequence of digits, as she told them. A loud dial tone rang out from the phone's speaker and she went to lift the receiver, so that she could have at least that much privacy; Gavin, however, stayed her hand with his own, and she realised with a further stab of panic, that he meant to listen in on the whole conversation. 'You fucker,' she whispered to him, her cheeks flushing with guilty resentment and lust that had somehow just increased. Then Matt answered the call.
'Hi sweetheart, I'm just leaving now.' She could hear keys jangling in his hand and a front door being opened.
'Matt, thank God I got you - It's a disaster here. Look, you'll have to cancel the restaurant.'
'What? Why, what's wrong?'
Alicia's distracted state suddenly made it easy to fake distress. 'I had to stay late at work... You know how crazy it's been, and then when I set off for home, the car stalled and wouldn't start up again. I tried to call you, but I forgot to recharge the phone. I had to walk back to the office to call...' Once she got started, the lies flowed easily. She was aware of Gavin's powerful presence behind her and wanted somehow to prove she could control the situation.
'Well let me come collect you,' Matt was saying on speakerphone. 'We can go straight to the restaurant, pick the car up tomorrow.'
'In my work clothes?' The thought of Matt swooping into the workplace on a rescue mission created in her a rising tide of panic and she all but shouted her response. 'Have you any idea what I look like? I'm covered in oil from the engine. I need to wash, I need to get done up, I can't go to the Biarritz looking like shit! Please Matt, I've called the RAC, let's do it another time...'
'Alicia, I booked this weeks ago. It's your birthday night out, for Christ's sake! How'd you let this happen?' She could hear him slam the front door shut and retreat back into the house in an obvious sulk.
'I'm sorry, babe, really I am!' she said, her rush of guilt stemmed by the sensation of Gavin pressing his body into her from behind, his great erection prodding itself distinctly into her yielding ass cheek. His hands curled round her waist, the palms gliding smoothly over her stomach. She tried to disguise the sudden constriction she felt in her breathing. 'Things just got out of control. It wasn't my fault, I haven't done this delib...' Gavin's mouth, his tongue, were on her neck, the heat of his breathe causing her nipples to harden and her skin to break out in a goose-bump rash. What the fuck was he doing? What was Matt going to think was going on, didn't Gavin care? 'I haven't done it deliberately...'
'Okay, okay, I'll phone the restaurant.' Matt's tone was still pissed off. 'I'm just disappointed, that's all.'
'I'll make it up to you, babe, I promise...' Gavin's broad right hand slid upwards, to cup her breast firmly. Her wine glass clattered on to the desk, almost falling over, and she swallowed down a shuddering moan. His mouth progressed wetly, rhythmically, to her earlobe, as his kneading fingers explored the globed fullness of her bosom. 'I promise...' She bit her lip to try and stifle an urgent moan, as he pinched her nipple hard under thin layers of fabric.
'Alicia, you okay? You crying?'
Gavin was using both hands now, manipulating the pliable flesh of her tits through her dress, while his tongue snaked into her ear and his arrogant dick continued to assert itself against her rear. She was trapped in his determined grip, not even able to reach the phone. 'No, no - It's just...' She was clearly panting by now, from the tightness in her chest and stomach. 'I've been thinking about you all day, Matt...' There was a moan in her voice, born of desperation as much as desire.
'You have?' Matt's interest had instantly got the better of any still-lurking resentment.
'All day - I've been so hot for you...' Gavin's right hand peeled away the thin gauze of her bra cup and scooped up her heavy breast, his thumb and index finger pinching at the pronounced hardness of her nipple. 'Oh God - so fucking hot...'
'Really?' Matt was all husky-voiced fascination now; she could hear the soft thud as he dropped into one of his living-room chairs. 'What have you been thinking about?'
'About...' Alicia did not want Gavin to know of any intimacies she had shared with Matt, but the circumstance allowed her no choice. 'About the other night, when you started touching me in my sleep and...and...'
'And by the time you were fully awake I was already inside you?' Matt's voice had further deepened and had the breathiness of intense arousal to it.
'Yes, I couldn't get it out of my mind...' She only just prevented a squeal escaping her lips. While one of Gavin's hands remained to enjoy her breast, the other had plunged downwards over her fluttering stomach, so his fingers could pluck the hem of her micro-dress upwards and delve beneath the sodden material of her panties. His middle finger searched past the light corn-stubble of her pubic mound to her liquefied slit, sending a rush of fearful pleasure rippling through her belly. 'I was sitting there at my desk and I wanted you inside me again... Oh God!' Her boss's finger located the swollen bud of her clitoris and began to rotate on it.
'Are you touching yourself now?' There was amazement in his voice at just how turned-on his girlfriend seemed to be.
'Yes - yes I am,' Alicia moaned, as Gavin's finger continued to skate on her silky, wet peg. 'I've been doing it all day beneath my desk - I couldn't help myself... Oh fuck!' She felt her boss slither his way right between her legs, so he could burrow two fingers through the near-dripping folds of her cunt-flesh. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck... I'm so horny for you...' she moaned into the phone's speaker, her sex pulsing under her boss's touch.
'Talk him off.' Gavin was up close, whispering the command into her ear. 'Go on, make him come.' Her eyes had been half-closed in the onrush of embarrassed ecstasy, but they opened wide at his words. 'You heard me. Go on, do it.'
She tried to focus on a situation barely within her control. Matt was muttering on semi-coherently about how hot she was making him feel. 'What about you?' she finally said. 'Are you hard yet?'
'Yes.' It was the voice of someone who could not believe his luck. 'Oh God yes.'
'Take it out. Take your cock out of your trousers.' Alicia could scarcely believe what was happening - was simultaneously excited and appalled by her situation. 'Hurry up, I want to know you're stroking yourself.' She could hear him ripping at his belt and hastily unzipping the flies of his trousers. Gavin's fingers were meanwhile tunnelling into the narrow, soaking cavern of her pussy; her juice, she was sure, would be flowing freely all the way down to his wrist. 'Get it in your hand. Go on, sweetheart, wank your cock for me...'
A hoarse breathing arose from the speaker, as of a man beginning to pleasure himself. 'So how're you going to do it?' Matt asked her throatily. With the sliding motion of Gavin's fingers further juicing up her cunt, she could hardly grasp his meaning. 'How're you going to make it up to me? You going to be my dirty girl tonight?'
Alicia fought for a response through the pre-orgasmic tension that was beginning to tighten her belly. 'Yes, sweetheart - I'm going to be your dirty girl - I'm going to make you feel so good...'
'Don't be coy, tell him what he wants to hear,' Gavin muttered in her ear, as his fingers sped up their fluid motion inside her.
Terrified that Matt might overhear, she obliged. 'I'm going to...going to be whatever kind of slut you want me to be. You like the sound of that? You want your girl to be a nasty slut?' Matt produced a breathy, affirmative groan. 'You want me on my knees, that what you want? You want my tongue and my lips wrapped round your shaft? You want me sucking hard on your big fat dick?'
'Oh fuck yes...' The excited awe in Matt's voice was accompanied by the unmistakable, rapid slap of his hand on his hard cock.
'And what are you going to do, darling?' Alicia screwed her eyes shut in mortified pleasure, as Gavin drew his fingers from her pussy to spread a sheen of moisture over her pulsing clitoris. 'You going to grab my head, force me down hard on your cock? You going to make me take it in my throat? 'Cos that's what I want - I want you to really fuck my face!' Gavin plunged three digits into the soft pudding of her snatch and held her there firmly, his palm flat against her lower stomach, fingers hooked against the contrasting hardness of her pubic bone. With his other hand he tore her left breast free of its gauzy confine and began to paddle it repeatedly with short, brisk slaps. Over the phone Matt was breathing quickly and heavily, the rhythmic beating of his palm on his thick column approaching frantic.
Alicia felt suspended between guilty fear and sweating sexual arousal. The degree of her treachery appalled her, she despised Gavin for bringing her to this. Yet she had never felt so excited in her life; the image of her boyfriend's masturbatory frenzy, the brutality promised by Gavin's pressing cock and the terror of being caught out. She had to get her boyfriend off, end the call and this dreadful, exquisite tension. 'You want that Matt?' she persisted. 'You want to empty your balls down my tight throat?'
'Oh God - I don't want to come - I want to save it for later on...' She could hear him slowing down his pumping rhythm.
'No, sweetheart, don't stop, let me hear you come... There'll be plenty left for later... Come on, think about how you're going to fuck me tonight...' Her words had the desired effect, Matt audibly setting about himself with renewed enthusiasm. Gavin meanwhile massaged her swimming cunt, his other hand releasing its hold on her smarting breast and digging down somewhere behind her back. She felt him tearing at the front of his trousers and her fear and excitement increased together, as she realised he was about to release that great straining organ. She tried, in spite of all distraction, to concentrate on talking Matt over the edge. 'I want you to fuck me hard, to bend me any way you like and just stick it inside me... Will you do that? Will you make me take it?' Gavin was dragging his trousers and underwear away from himself, still playing lustfully with her pussy. What, was her boss intending to do her while she was still on the phone?
'God, I'll make you fucking take it,' Matt was grunting, his voice severely constricted by now. 'You're going to feel my fucking cock tonight...'
'That's what I want, baby, that's what I want...' Oh shit, oh shit, she was going to come, she was going to come so hard... But she mustn't, not yet, she could not let go that final shred of control. Hold back, hold back - oh Christ, this was fucking overwhelming... It was Gavin who saved her, withdrawing his fingers from her snatch, when he surely knew she was teetering on the orgasmic verge. She was able to rein herself in, just before he grabbed her right hand and slapped it to his exposed manhood, making her almost scream aloud in astonishment. In all her life she had never felt anything like this - its awe-inspiring length, its girth, its implacable hardness. A huge edifice of rigid fuck-meat that stetched up his stomach beyond his navel, an edifice that was soon to give her the cunt-stretching of her life. 'Oh God - your cock - your cock...'
'It's all for you, babe, all for you,' Matt gasped. 'You going to give me your special love tonight?'
'What?' Alicia was floundering with her introduction to the huge proportions of Gavin's sex. 'Yes, yes, anything you want...'
'Let me hear you say it,' Matt urged. 'Tell me you want it.'
He was close, she knew, and this would finish him off, but to say it with her hand wrapped round that huge shaft... 'When you're done fucking my pussy, baby, I want you to bend me over the bed and ram that beautiful cock of yours up right up my...right up my...' The implications overwhelmed her. Yes Matt's cock was beautiful - capable of leaving any hole sore and satisfied. But it was not in the same league as the dimensions over which she was currently running her hand. She could not even complete her intended sentiment, but for Matt the thought was more than enough.
'Oh God - oh God - oh God...Ohhhhhhhhh!' She could picture him so clearly in his coital rapture. His whole body would be convulsing crazily on the sofa, as his cock jetted streams of cum on to his stomach; his fist clutched hard to his pulsing cock-head, as he pumped out the final few spurts. 'Oh my God...' He panted his way gradually back to normality. 'Fucking hell, that was amazing...'
Alicia did not intend to prolong the conversation. She still held a sense of horror that Gavin might expose her situation to the oblivious third member of their weird threesome, but she also felt unassuaged lust sizzling in her veins and craved full access to the massive dick she was touching. The dislike she felt for her boss now, however intense, was outstripped by her desire to fuck him. 'Well you go sort out the restaurant, sweetheart, and think about getting the real thing later on tonight,' she breathed hotly. 'Kiss kiss.' She made a lunge for the speakerphone button with the hand unconnected to Gavin's organ and cut the conversation dead.
Alicia turned and threw herself on Gavin, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and properly grasping the shaft of his prick, so she could fully explore its thick solidity. His own tongue quickly overpowered hers, his mouth bearing down on her, while one powerful hand gripped the back of her head and crushed her face to his. She could feel the hot pulse of life in his standing cock, as she ran her fingers over its huge, domed head, before plunging her hand down the ridged surface of its fabulous length, to cup his heavy, shaved balls in her palm.
He was wrenching her dress down to her waist now, tearing at the back fastening of her bra, so he could rip the scant garment away from her overflowing tits and grope them unimpeded. It occurred to her that this man had probably fucked more pussy in his life than he could possibly remember - that he should not be allowed to inveigle his arrogant cock inside her body, after it had drilled so many other wet, female holes. She knew there was another man waiting for her - caring, appreciative, as respectful as he was horny - who had a right to her company and her throbbing sex that evening. And yet she felt the overriding urge to give herself to Gavin completely, let him do whatever the hell he pleased with her. She wanted to be a really hot fuck for him, to be one he would remember and jerk off to on future nights. So she wanked that giant prick heatedly, until his lust blazed out of control and he threw her back on to his desk, sinking his face into the supple flesh of her left breast and sucking up her erect nipple between his teeth.
'Fuck!' she cried in response. He had been plucking hard at her breast with his mouth, but buried any further protests she might have made beneath another powerfully aggressive kiss. Then he slid all the way to his knees, raking his hands over the full curves of her body as he did so. She could hear the blood hammering in her temples, feel the sweat prickling her neck, as he gathered the skirt of her dress around her waist and took hold of the soaking fabric that lay beneath. With one swift, powerful movement of his hands, he shredded her knickers, tearing them utterly free of her ass. The ruined material he tossed away, flicking his tongue over her nude pudenda as he did, before he burying his face in the juices of her cunt.
She cried out a second time, as his tongue stretched to its very root, fucking its way deep into her pussy, while his hands melded tightly to the generous flesh of her buttocks. She fell back on to the desk, kneading her full tits and tugging desperately at her hard, bottle-top nipples, as an exquisite tension built up in her loins and lower stomach. Before she knew, he had risen again, his tongue replaced in her snatch with three rapidly plunging fingers, his mouth hard on hers once more, smothering her in the flavour of her own juice.
Oh God, here it came, the orgasm she had been so close to on the phone. The tension broke and a great spasming ripped through the muscles of her belly, as her already drenched pussy began to gush all over Gavin's furiously frigging hand. Her hips bucked wildly, so that her fleshily cushioned ass-cheeks jammed repeatedly against the hard edge of the mahogany desk. Gavin broke his lock on her mouth so she could scream - 'Oh-oh-oh-fuuuuuckkkk!!!' - as the fierce orgasm tore its way through her thrashing body and her pussy continued to spray its fluids dramatically over his hand. Her ass was still juddering against the desk, when he removed his fingers from her cunt and smeared them wetly all over her face, no doubt further adding to the defacement of her running mascara.
'Oh yes, Alicia, you really are the hot bitch I was hoping you'd be,' he was saying in her face, his lips curled into a savage half-smile. 'Come with me.' He had gathered up the folds of her dress in one hand, crushed as they were around her waist, and he dragged her bodily away from the desk, even before her orgasm had fully shuddered itself free of her body. She stumbled in her heels and tried to correct herself, but Gavin slapped his hand to her shoulder and shoved her to the plushly carpeted floor, so that she stared at last on his tremendous, nine-inch erection. 'Right, Alicia,' he said hoarsely. 'Show me how you suck your boyfriend's cock.'
Her lips had already been parted to take on the proposition of his dick's bulging head, but at his words she held back, stung by a new pang of guilt. She could feel Matt's necklace bouncing softly against her naked breasts and instinctively made to remove it.
'No, leave it on,' Gavin said, almost instantly, a knowingness in his voice. 'Lover-boy buy it for you?' Her face gave away too much, she could see him smile victoriously at her wordless reaction. 'Then I definitely want you wearing it while I fuck you. Go on, let's see how you use that mouth of yours.'
Gavin's cock loomed over Alicia, but she focused past it briefly to stare its owner in the face. 'You're a bastard,' she breathed, the end of the rearing flesh-column almost brushing her lips.
'So I'm a bastard,' Gavin replied evenly. 'Now suck my fucking cock.'
Her dislike of him intensified, but so did her desire to taste the thickly veined, furiously hard monster that swayed just in front of her. Opening wide her lips, she breathed in the huge, velvety head, her pussy instantly lubricating again, as its pulsing heat filled her mouth. It was more difficult than usual to explore the cock's surface - she had never contended with this type of girth before - but she slithered her tongue over the ridged contours as best she could, and heard Gavin's breathing quicken as she applied herself. She was aware of him methodically removing his shirt, eager, however cool he might pretend to be, for further action. Yes, that was what she wanted - for him to know just how good she was, how good Matt got it any time he asked, while Gavin would experience the delights of her bobbing head just this once. Determinedly she inhaled his demanding thickness right into the back of her mouth, sucked on him more insistently, while pumping the base of his shaft with one tightly gripping hand. Her tongue wriggled out and lapped at the underside of the organ, allowing a trickle of drool to spill its way towards the balls.
'Very nice,' Gavin said, a definite growl in his voice. 'I like your work, Alicia. But no hands, please.' He took hold of her wrist and plucked her fingers away from his shaft, then he seized her by the hair and pulled her down on to him, so that he suddenly filled her to the throat. She started to gag on the sheer size; for the first time since she had gone down on a boyfriend in the back of his car, aged sixteen, she was having trouble dealing orally with a male sex organ. Swiftly she withdrew, swallowing down the onset of nausea, thick saliva trailing between her lips and Gavin's cock. 'Having trouble?' He reached down and heaved her bodily from the floor. 'Now I thought an experienced girl like you could cope with anything. Well let's try it a different way.' He swiftly pulled free of the trousers and shorts that had gathered around the bottom of his legs, then with strength that startled her, he whirled her near-naked body around and propelled her backwards through the office. She had a brief sense of this iron-muscled man bearing down on her with an expression of wolflike intensity, as she stumbled in high-heeled reverse. Then her calves met an obstruction and her full, fleshy body tumbled backwards on to a dark leather sofa.
'No, not like that.' Gavin took hold of her by a shoulder and thigh and began to haul her down on to the sofa bottom. 'Come on, hang you head over the edge. Let's get a decent shot at goal. This is where you earn yourself that job.' She realised what he was intending and although it panicked her a little, she struggled round, draping herself upside-down, so that her head hung backwards off the sofa cushions. Matt's necklace slipped down her neck, the pendant ending up resting on her chin. 'Now not every girl's throat is ready to take me to the balls, Alicia,' he said, a sly determination in his voice as he knelt down astride her, his spit-shined erection hovering above her face. 'But I've a feeling yours'll be one of the few. Open wide.'
Alicia's knew she was perfectly placed for Gavin to insert himself fully and her heart pounded in fearful expectation. She gaped her mouth and concentrated on breathing through her nose, as Gavin fitted the head of his prick between her teeth and began to slide his fat length inside her, his hands clamping firmly on either side of her head to keep it in place. Staring from her unique vantage point, she had a close-up view of his great, engorged shaft, as it made its inexorable passage, like a vast ship docking in her throat. That or she was a sword-swallower, about to sheath this mighty, male weapon all the way down to her stomach. For a moment she thought she was going to gag again, as he eased himself beyond the root of her tongue, then with a sudden thrust he buried the rest of his proud inches, jamming his cock-head deep into her gullet. He held himself there for a moment, iron thighs clutching either side of her head, swollen balls tight against her face.
She tried to focus on nose-breathing, her mouth and throat crammed as they were with hard cock. God, she could feel Gavin's spare inches right there, stuffed down her fucking neck! 'That's it, girl.' She could tell he was speaking through clenched teeth. 'Hold it there - hold it there -' He withdrew suddenly, dislodging that great length of man-flesh from the tight ravine in a single move. A viscous web of saliva trailed from her mouth after his dick, great looping strands breaking and splatting on to her eyes and forehead. 'Nice and juicy,' he said with breathy satisfaction, then he raised Alicia's head and rubbed his wet cock all over her face. 'That'll make things easier.' Before she could prepare herself, he lowered her head again, plunged himself back inside to the balls and started to throat-fuck her in earnest.
'Oh yes, oh fuck yes, that's the fucking business,' he groaned, clamping his hands to her tits and pumping rapidly in and out of her saliva-lubricated gorge. She could hear the obscene noises of wet suction his dick was making in her throat, as his vigorous thrusting stretched her vocal tract wide. Christ - was this how he treated all his conquests? Bastard - fucking horny bastard!
'Ohhhhhh - fuck!!!' he exclaimed in fierce enjoyment, before he pulled out, then re-inserted himself in the same uncompromising fashion as before. 'This is what it's all about, Alicia!' he said in a kind of ecstatic snarl. 'Fucking a throat like it's a tight - wet - cunt!' He thrust savagely on the last three words, his ball-sac slapping into her nose each time; then he extracted himself, his soaking shaft draping her face in another net of drool as it emerged from her mouth's slimy tunnel.
She lay, sucking in air and waiting for the next crazed, oral penetration, alarmed, yet deeply aroused by Gavin's total mastery of her body. Instead, she felt herself being taken under the armpits and hauled determinedly upwards from her inverted position. 'Okay,' her uncompromising seducer said, dragging her on to her feet. 'I really have to stick it in your pussy.' He seized her by the wrists and lay down on the sofa, dragging her with him. His cock was bobbing upright between them, a great, glistening dagger of flesh, ready to stab once more into her wetness. 'Go on, sit your pussy down on it and ride me like you do lover-boy.'
'You fucking bastard,' she snarled, but she squatted above his erection nonetheless, slotted the bulging head between her sopping cunt-lips and let gravity take her, sinking down to slowly impale herself on the thick pole. She felt his girth stretch her soft, wet vagina walls, his length fill her up the way Matt did, only with inches at the base still to be thrust inside. She could take him though - she could take this greedy, arrogant pig and fuck the breath out of his lungs. Show him some of the best pussy he'd ever had. Planting her hands on his broad chest and tensing her thighs, she began to grind her cunt up and down the slippery surface of his shaft, biting her lower lip and staring at him defiantly. 'This what you want? This what your cock's been waiting for? Well enjoy it - Matt gets this any time he wants, you've got it for just one night.'
Gavin returned her stare, a look of contained pleasure registering on his stony features, as she continued to pump herself evenly on his dick. 'Oh don't you worry, sweetheart, I'll make the most of it,' he breathed. 'Now fuck me like you mean it.'
The very calmness of his word stung her and she immediately quickened her pace, slapping herself harder on to him, so that more of his length plunged into her squishing depths. 'Bastard, I'll fuck the living shit out of you!' Her fingernails began to dig into his pectoral muscles, as she raised herself high up the walls of his shaft, then drove it back down again, submerging as much of his column as she could in the hot flesh of her cunt. She saw the perspiration on his face, heard the quickened breathing. Beneath her she could feel his loins instinctively respond to the urgent rhythm of her pussy. For all his experience, she would show this self-satisfied prick what it meant to get fucked.
'Go on Alicia, that's it - Show me how much you want that job!' he said, slapping his hands fiercely to her ample thighs and pulling her down from her squat, so that she sat her full weight on his spearing member.
'Fuuuuckkkk! Oh my God!!!!' she cried, as she was finally penetrated by his full length. She had never had this much throbbing meat packed up inside her before, but by Christ she would show him she was ready for it. With Gavin still supporting her thighs, she began to slam determinedly, dementedly on his cock, the matted ends of her hair dancing round her sweat-bathed neck and shoulders, her big tits bouncing extravagantly before his lascivious gaze, while her boyfriend's necklace danced about their surface. She was taking the full length of his great probing weapon every time she landed now and she could see in his burning stare that he fucking loved it. Loved the way it made his cock feel...
Yes, and loved knowing that he was utterly filling her, like she'd probably never been filled to this night. Bastard, he knew she was loving it... Because there was no denying how exciting this was for HER, riding the granite-hard dick of this self-serving shitheel, pounding herself on his great steel erection and fucking her way to a better job in the process. Oh God, oh God, of fuck! she was going to come again... She slapped her hand to her engorged clitoris and began to work it, even as she drove herself repeatedly on to him. The climax was almost instantaneous, a mighty rippling surge that shuddered its way from her crammed belly to all the extremities of her body, making her thrash and scream as it did so.
Gavin grabbed her upper body and pulled her down to him while she was still in her orgasmic throes, so he could suck hungrily on her lust-engorged nipples. Then, apparently under some fierce inner compulsion, he pulled her over him, so that she slid all the way off his cock. She tumbled forward, butting her head on the sofa's soft arm, while Gavin extricated himself from under her perspiring body. He was behind her in an instant, heaving her ass into his desired position and shoving her thighs roughly apart, so he could penetrate her twat swiftly and lustily from behind. Now HE was in control, banging her with a series of deliberate, full-blooded strokes, each of which accessed her moist inner recesses and made her cry out with scared pleasure. No one had ever made such demands on her pussy before; Christ she was going to feel this later...
Gavin was speeding up his rhythm, grunting intensely on each thrust, when suddenly he pulled out completely... What, was he done, about to spurt all over her ass? A sense of combined relief and disappointment was dawning on for one split second, before he grabbed her by the hair and the crumpled folds of the dress around her waist and hauled her off the sofa. 'Come with me.' His eyes were alive with intent, as he wound his hand around the thick strand of black velvet that girdled her and propelled her tottering unsteadily across the floor. Where the fuck was he taking her now?
He guided her insistently to his desk, then on a seeming afterthought dragged her just beyond it to where the photocopier hummed. 'Hop up,' he said, with a sudden, almost adolescent sense of enthusiasm, flipping up the copier lid. 'Go on, sit on it and spread your legs.' She was so caught up in the moment's raw excitement, that she did exactly what she was told and hoisted herself on to the machine, splaying the soaking folds of her cunt on the cold glass surface. 'A memento,' he said, almost grinning, as he stabbed at the controls.
'You dirty fucker,' Alicia panted, as the copier flashed its path beneath her, capturing all the intimacy of her wet sex.
'And that's just how you like it, right, Alicia?' he said, with a stare that dared her to deny it. 'Now get up on the desk. I want some of that "special love".' She felt a flutter of panic in her stomach, as his meaning struck her. 'You heard me, Alicia. If your boyfriend gets it, then so do I. Stick that ass in the air for me.' He was back to his hands-on approach, rolling her body from the copier straight on to the desk, urging her back on to her hands and knees. She knew what was on the way, as he manhandled her into place, and her anal muscles spasmed at the very thought.
Alicia waited in position, he heart thumping, as Gavin went searching for something behind his desk. 'Here it is.' He rose up, brandishing a transparent, plastic bottle. She could hear him flicking open the cap, as he disappeared behind her; with one hand he prised her ass cheeks apart, then a gush of warm oil flooded the cleft between them. Gavin immediately plunged not one but two fingers into her anus, causing her to yelp, as he worked his choice of lubricant up her surprised hole. 'Still nice and tight,' he observed, as he set industriously about his task. 'And I'll bet this ass has seen more action than most at your age.' Before she could even think of responding to the last remark, he had removed his two hard-working digits, so he could yank her own hand back towards her rump. 'Go on,' he said, channelling another liberal squirt of the silky liquid down her ass-crack. 'Let me see you work that lube in. Hurry up, I'm not going to wait long.'
He sounded like he meant it, so she inserted two manicured fingers where Gavin had so recently been delving and tried to massage her opening into readiness for the imminent invasion. In the corner of her vision she could see her boss emptying the same satin fluid over his own standing cock and masturbating himself vigorously until he was slick with the stuff right down to his balls. Then he clambered on to the desk behind her, radiating a sense of formidably lustful purpose.
'I've been waiting to do this from the day you started with the company,' he told her, rubbing his hands firmly over her buttocks and squeezing their flesh with his fists. 'From the first time I saw that meaty ass straining against your skirt.' She felt him manoeuvre his way into a crouch behind her, then he parted her cheeks and pressed that huge, pumped-up spearhead against her oily asshole. 'You know that feeling, Alicia, you're about to act out something you've imagined, and you wonder if it'll be quite as delicious as the dream?'
Alicia clutched the edge of the desk and tensed her body to receive him. She felt her spongy rear-opening beginning to yield, as he applied slow pressure with that colossal rod. 'Just fucking do it,' she told him, bracing herself. Gavin tightened his grip on her upper thighs and sank the first of his lubed cock into her ass, uttering a primitive grunt as he did so.
'Oh God!!!' She felt a surge of alarmed excitement as he rectal tunnel was prised wide. 'Oh shit...oh shit...'
Gavin's fingers clamped harder into the flesh of her thighs; he retained his momentum, sliding further thick inches into her yielding hole. 'That's it, you can take it, you can take it no fucking problem,' he was muttering intently, holding her fast and embedding what was surely the greater part of his length far up her ass. Alicia clutched the desk till it felt like the varnish would melt under her fingers; her sweating forehead dropped on to the glass of the photocopier and she clenched her teeth, as her anal endurance began to be tested. Gavin held himself still for a moment, as if taking time to savour his situation, then he began to move on her again, slow at first, then building up a steady humping motion on her rear.
'Oh - oh - oh -' The moans were escaping from her mouth scarcely without her realising. Her ass was still tight, whoever might have been lodged up there in the past, and Gavin felt huge inside her, like he could break her body if he chose. She could hear his breathing, ragged now, as he further upped his pace, sawing his cock in and out of her with growing rapidity, shunting her back and forth, so that her dangling necklace rattled accusingly on the desktop beneath her. 'Oh God - you're so big...' The unintended compliment was out of her mouth before she could stop it, but she wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know. 'You're so fucking big...'
Gavin upped his thrusting another notch, but she could tell he was still pacing himself. He was driving hard - filling her, dominating her - but she knew he was still holding back and the thought was as scary as it was exciting. 'Funny,' he panted, not breaking his stroke, 'that's exactly what young Jasmin from accounts said, when I fucked HER ass last month.'
Alicia was almost distracted by a particularly hard thrust into her hole, but she had still room to be taken aback by his words. So he hadn't been quite the monogamous paragon recently that he had suggested. 'Oh - oh - oh God -' She tried to thread a sentence together through the continued anal battering. 'What, so - so you set her up with - with a job as well?'
'Not quite,' he said, the fluid pumping of his prick searching deep into her rectum. 'It was the same imaginary job I discussed with you. And she bought the story too.'
'What... You...' The shock of his revelation competed with the near-overpowering sensation of his dick inside her. 'There's no...?'
'Oh there was a job,' said Gavin. 'But by now the position's as filled as your rear end.' Alicia's rage was as fierce as it was powerless. She struggled against Gavin's grip, but his strong hands and steel torso had complete control of her. His voice was like steel as well. 'You know I thought you'd be a bit less naïve than her, Alicia. This was never about any job. This is about my cock...' - his grip tightened on her even more - '...and your ass.' With one single, bulldozing thrust, he rammed himself inside her to the balls.
The sheer force of his driving loins ripped her hands from the edge of the desk and knocked her howling forward, so that her ample chest slapped on to the surface of the copier. Gavin was there, virtually on top of her; all restraint was gone now and he power-fucked her ass, so that his immense organ buried itself to the hilt on every stroke. Her hands scrabbled for some sort of purchase on the copier, but she only succeeded in hitting the repeat-copy control; the machine rolled into action beneath her and began to flash repeatedly on its back and forth journey, copying and printing multiple images of her compressed tits, as she lay there being mercilessly slammed. She screamed, half in fury, half at the sheer force with which she was being sodomized. She could hear Gavin's loud, barbaric grunting on each stroke, she could feel his sweat dripping onto her back. Never had she been screwed with such uncompromising lustfulness as now; each thrust of his cock felt like it was spearing her to the very centre.
'You bastard!' she howled, in the midst of his crazed fuck-fury. 'You fucking lying son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to fucking kill you, you... fmmff!!!' Gavin had seized the sodden scrap of her panties from where they had landed on the top of the desk and stuffed them into her screaming mouth. He grabbed her upper arms, hauled her off the copier and reamed her even harder, ignoring her muffled protests.
'That's enough, girl - now you just shut up and take it. You take what you're fucking given and enjoy it.' There was a growling, pre-orgasmic urgency in his voice and a further intensifying of his bruising, body-jarring dick-strokes. He knew he was ready to climax and he let her know it as well. 'Oh fuck, that's good - Oh shit, oh shit - squeeze my cock, squeeze it hard...'
Alicia's senses were too blurred to take in the command first time around. 'Squeeze my cock with your ass, bitch!' He let go of her right arm and whacked her hard on the flank. She gave a stifled squeal in response. That must surely have left a handprint! She was loathe to do anything to enhance his pleasure any further, but that hard palm cracked urgently against her stinging ass cheek twice more and she reconsidered. 'Do it, do it fucking now!' Finally she gave him what he wanted, her sphincter muscles tightening round Gavin's buried shaft. 'Harder!' he raged, and he slapped her smarting rump with increased verve. 'Let me feel that fucking whore-ass of yours!' She clenched his ravaging pole with all the strength she had left, just as he peaked. 'Oh fuck - fuck - fucking shit!!!' He clawed his hands to her tits and pulled their sweating bodies tight together, as he came.
Alicia could feel his pelvis spasming hard against her ass and somewhere way up inside her, she could feel his cock spurting out its huge, hot load. Their bodies remained moulded together, as if glued by sweat, as Gavin expelled every last shot of cum from his balls, shouting rabid obscenity all the way. The thrusting motion slowly abated and he melted from her, sliding his great, spent length from her abused hole. She fell forward, physically and emotionally wrung, and, slumping back on to the copier, finally found the wherewithal to spit the ball of panty material from her mouth.
For some minutes she rested her head wearily on the hard surface, allowing a strand of drool to run from her mouth and pool on the glass. She could hear Gavin moving around the room - refreshing himself from the water dispenser in the corner and pulling on his clothes. He appeared beside her moments later, as she knelt nude and aching on the edge of his desk, proffering a paper cup full of water. 'Well that's you warmed up for lover-boy,' he said mildly.
She smacked his hand away, knocking the water around his face and neck. 'Bastard,' she scowled, her face burning with fury and humiliation. 'Lying, using bastard.'
Gavin looked at her impassively for a moment, then turned away to pick up his briefcase. 'That's harsh, Alicia,' he said calmly. 'The way I see it you wanted that as much as I did - I just gave you a little extra motivation to see it through.' She glowered at him in speechless rage, as he strolled past her, picking up the remains of her knickers and using them to mop up the smears she had left on the surface of the copier. He insouciantly dropped the soiled item into the wastepaper basket. She continued to watch him through the matted tangle of hair that had fallen about her face, as he picked up the sheaf of anatomical prints from the machine's out-tray, folded them and deposited the whole batch in his case.
He turned to her before making for the door. 'Look at it this way. You proved to yourself how much you wanted the job - that'll stand by you if the real opportunity ever comes along. I'll let you see yourself out...' At the door itself he paused again. 'Oh, and try to resist any urge to damage the place in my absence. I'm sure you wouldn't want any trouble that would lead to your boyfriend finding out about our little party. Enjoy your weekend, Alicia.'
She stared as he walked casually from the office, humiliation, rage and guilt vying within her for supremacy. Guilt clinched it and she clambered painfully from her perch on the desk to deal with the Matt situation, his necklace tumbling back down between her sweating tits. 'Ow!' Her ass felt like it had been assaulted with a baseball bat. Fearful of the newly unlocked door and the possibility of a stray cleaning staff member, she pulled the crumpled wreckage of her dress hastily back into place from around her midriff. The shame of her pointless betrayal flamed within her and the thought of having her sweating, well-fucked body exposed to anyone else was more than she could bear. She fished her mobile from her bag, but it took some minutes of staring vacantly at the keypad, before she could bring herself to type in her boyfriend's number. The phone rang and he answered almost immediately.
'Hi,' Matt drawled, the syllable saturated with lust. 'Got your phone working again, then.'
'What? Oh, yes,' Alicia responded distractedly. 'I - My charger was in my bag all along. I - I got the car sorted out, the RAC guys have just left, so I'll be home in a while.'
'Why don't you come straight round to mine?' The tone suggested he was not intent on wasting much time on supper.
Alicia clutched her hand to her aching rear. It had occurred to her that the over-the-phone ball-draining she had provided earlier might have diffused his ardour, but this was very obviously not the case. 'No sweetheart, I'm a mess,' she said truthfuly. 'Give me a while to get changed and scrubbed up.' Get that bastard's scent off me, she thought grimly to herself.
'You still as horny as earlier?' Matt asked huskily.
'Oh yes.' she said, adopting a similar tone, but subsiding listlessly against the office desk with a sinking heart.
''Cos after that last call I'm ready to go all night. I'm going to give you a birthday fucking you'll never forget. Including some of that special love...'
'Oh baby,' said Alicia mournfully, as she clenched her fiercely buggered asshole and contemplated a long, bruising night, one that would inadvertently punish her secret crime. 'I - I - I can't wait.'
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