Cassandra, earnest, says, "It means I want to be with you, Vincent. That's all."
He breathes in her scent, feeling his heart strings tugging, even as the warm energy from their lovemaking continues to flow around his body.
"Is this all just to buy my silence?" he asks, his pulse quickening.
It's been so very long since he's been with a woman. He'd forgotten that in relationships, no matter how short, the wonderful highs were generally balanced out by devastating, exhausting lows. His years of casual celibacy might not have given him the pleasures he might have found with a partner or series of partners, but they have spared him the painful side.
Now, after the unbelievable high from being with Cassandra, he's facing the prospect of unfathomable pain that this brief taste will be his only taste, even though she has him addicted.
"It's to buy your affection, Vincent," she says, now ducking behind the desk to retrieve her clothes. "Is that so bad?"
"My affection?"
Cassandra smiles, and steps into a pair of little black lace panties, draws them up her slender thighs.
She says. "I want you, Vincent. I want to be with you, I want to share my body, my thoughts, my secrets. I've had a crush on you for two years - ever since I first saw you stand up in a meeting and say the Corporation needed to change how it operates."
Vincent breathes in, and she's waiting for his response. Her nipples are hard, perhaps only from the cool air, but it sends another tingle through his loins.
He's not going to give her an easy way out just yet, though.
"As for tonight, well, yes. I did realize you were on to me," she takes a deep breath. "I was worried you were going to tip Stanton off."
Vincent gives a slight nod of disappointment, thinking it's confirmation she's just using him. But he allows her to go on.
She says, insisting, "I didn't come here to force you to keep quiet, Vincent. I came here because it was my last chance to win you over, to get you for myself. Leaving it any longer and it would have been too late. You would have been hunting a mole, and I'd only ever be a target for you."
Vincent stands like a statue. Her eyes flicker over his face, trying to read him. Trying to work out whether her final appeal has worked.
After a long moment-and-a-half, he says: "Two years, huh?" And he smiles. "You ever thought to just ask me out for a drink after work?"
Cassandra throws a shoe at him.
As she finishes dressing, she scorns him for the times she did ask him out for a drink after work, and each time he had assumed it was a work thing, and invited everybody else in the department along too.
He says, "So, you want to grab that long-awaited drink now? We could talk about all this - properly."
"That would be lovely," she says, offering him that heart-meltingly beautiful smile that he knows, ultimately, could get him to do absolutely anything in this world for her.
She traces her finger over his lips, but he can't quite tell what she's thinking.
He says: "You are... recruiting me, aren't you? I mean, I really want to pursue this whole crush thing of yours, but..."
The dazzling brunette kisses his lips, and says: "Not recruiting, Vincent, seducing. There is a difference. I just want to date you, you don't have to do anything at work you wouldn't have otherwise..."
"Apart from quietly fail to find a mole in the company."
"I promise to make it worth your while," she kisses him again. "You can tie me up and interrogate me if you like, probe me for answers."
He says, "You haven't even told me what all this is about - who you're working for."
She nods, says: "I'm working for the good guys, Vincent, you don't need to worry about that. The guys that want clean air for people to breathe, unpolluted water for people to drink."
Vincent feels something akin to relief wash over him. What had he been fearing, that she was a Russian spy like that other pretty brunette, Anna Chapman? An environmentalist - that wasn't so bad. Much better than a simply case of corporate espionage, too, in his eyes. She was doing it for a reason other than money, after all.
She looks at him, and he can see her eyes skirting about, trying to read him again.
He says: "Tell me you're not going to start climbing up the company's smoke stacks or chaining yourself to a power plant front gate, making me look like an idiot for not finding our mole?"
"We're not doing that kind of thing so much these days. It's all about embedded activism these days."
"Embedded activism?"
"We fund bright, motivated young supporters through college, get them the best possible corporate qualifications, and help them avoid any possible links with environmentalists," she explained. "Then we feed them into key corporations."
"Changing things from inside."
She nods, but says: "We can talk later, where it's safer. We shouldn't leave together right now. Do you might staying a little while?"
"I was planning on it," he says, a veritable cocktail of emotions running through him now, teetering on the edge between the sheer thrill of a new relationship with this stunning brunette, and the fear that he was entering a new and dangerous world, undermining the corporation that had been his home for so long.
"Come out of the building in half an hour. I'll be waiting in the Starbucks down by the Metro station."
"Do you mind that I'll be driving?" he jokes.
She offers him a mock-stern look, saying: "I think we'll have to talk about that SUV of yours, Mister."
"You can give me some transport advice over dinner," he says.
"Sure," Cassandra kisses his lips again, and then she withdraws, heading over to the door. "But if you're going to use me as a consultant, you'll have to compensate me."
"Compensate you?"
"I'm sure we can agree terms once you've got me home and in your bed."
Vincent feels a tingle between his thighs, things stirring even this soon after orgasm. Wow. This gorgeous girl wants him to take her home to his bed. His head spun, dizzy with thoughts of devouring this exquisite creature. Parting her thighs and burying his face in her sweet, wet pussy.
Then she says, seriously now: "We shouldn't be seen too much together, Vincent. Not at work."
"Of course. No more than normal, at any rate."
"Then I'll say a bientot, Vincent," she says, a sparkle in her eye, and then she's gone.
For half an hour, Vincent sits alone at his desk, just like any other night in the office. He breathes deeply, trying to keep calm. Even tries to get a little work done, as he might normally have done of an evening.
The stainless steel clock on the wall ticks steadily, monotonously, calmly, counting out the seconds until he can begin his new life.
The End.
More Than a Handjob
Margaret could see he was in one of his moods again. He was a true Capricorn, so she had grown used to his capriciousness over the years. Sitting on the couch, she could sense his frustration, the subtle sighing and eyebrow raising he went through as he watched her reality shows with her, biting his tongue and fiddling with his phone. It was like he was there, but only in the least possible way. She was used to this. After the kids, so much had changed, but the sexless part, that was the worst. She wasn't sure why she'd lost interest, but she had, and fighting that had been futile. She just wasn't interested most of the time and she didn't know why.
She truly loved him though, and even though his cynicism pissed her off whenever he let it get the best of him, she appreciated how he tried to swallow his criticism of her favorite junk television, even when he was irritated with whatever it was that was bothering him. He would never tell her.
He was a wonderful father, and he always brought home his half of the bacon too. He even tried to help with the house, although his heart wasn't ever in it. Sure, he was about 100 pounds overweight, which turned her off, but he loved her, and that turned her on. "If he can stomach these shows, then I can certainly think of something to make the
show a little less painful for him," she thought. "I bet I can make him lose interest in that phone in any case."
She got up and went to the bedroom on the next commercial break and took off her panties. Next, she picked out a pair of super thin running shorts. They were just a bit small on her, so she really only kept them around because she knew he had a fetish for slick clothing like nylon, spandex and polyester. With these being so tight, they usually clung to her mound, giving her a pretty graphic camel toe. This did nothing for her, but she knew he loved it. Next, she took her shirt off to reveal her tits for him and squirted a bunch of lube in her right hand. Even if she didn't want to fuck him tonight, maybe she could make him smile.
She was already pretty hot and bothered when she strolled back into the living room and plopped down on his left side, like she always did, and that pleasantly surprised her. However, her silly man was in such a mood that he didn't even look up from the damn phone, so he didn't even see how wantonly she was splayed out for him. "It's like he's totally ignoring me," she thought. Even though she was annoyed, her pussy started to leak as she put the second part of her plan into action.
Without any hesitation, she reached over with her left hand and pulled his sweatpants open, then jammed her right hand into his pants, grabbing and fondling his cock, which instantly began to swell as she established a slow and steady rhythm. She saw the surprise on his face for only an instant, and then he looked at her with the face of a man who'd just won the lottery. He didn't say anything, but he smiled at her, genuinely happy. Why hadn't she ever thought of this before?
Next she saw his eyes scanning her tits as they gently jiggled from her fingers stroking his now throbbing cock. He let out a gentle moan as he moved his left hand to grab her exposed thigh. His hand relaxed and started stroking up her leg, inexorably drawn to her throbbing pussy. She could tell he was slowing himself down, savoring the moment, but struggling not to just pounce on her. It gave her a giddy feeling in her guts, and she squeezed his dick a bit extra, hissing in a deep breath making her perky tits heave in the flickering light of her show.
She leaned back and continued her slow and steady stroking and even started to watch her show again as he massaged her thigh, ever inching closer to where her shorts wetly squeezed her slick and puffy lips together. After a while she forgot she was even giving him a handjob and started getting drawn into the show again, but then she noticed he was getting more insistent with his rubbing. She increased her pace, just slightly, and started adding little flourishes with her fingertips as she reached the crown of his penis, only to then stroke down and play with his balls. Within a few seconds of this, his breath had grown ragged and he was having a hard time sitting still. She smiled to herself, surprised to find she was actually enjoying some sexy time with her husband. She couldn't remember the last time his dick had been so hard! "It's a shame," she thought, "If he wasn't so passive, I might even be down with getting pounded a bit tonight."
As if he could read her submissive thought, he suddenly sprang off the couch and picked her up in a fireman's carry over his shoulder, which caused a girlish squeal to involuntarily squeak out of her luscious lips, and then he carried her into the bedroom. She could feel his rough hands gripping her body as he crossed the threshold into the bedroom. "So my Yellowbird wants to play tonight, eh?" he whispered into her ear. "Well I'm gonna make her sing until her throat is sore tonight." Hearing him use her special name and feeling his hot breath on her neck flicked a switch inside her, and suddenly she was sopping wet and needing to be fucked.
He threw her on the mattress on her belly with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed and pinned her there with his pulsing iron rod mashed up against the shiny fabric of her running shorts. He started sliding the head up and down her crack and against her waiting pussy. "Oh God, I need your cock in me," she moaned. He slapped her ass roughly, then stroked it softly, sending chills up her spine and into her brain.
"Do you know how long I have waited for you to get your mojo back? Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" he cried, and then he yanked the shorts aside without taking them off, revealing her dripping pussy and her slick swollen mound. He slipped his cock between the fabric and her skin and started pumping back and forth, splitting her lips with a penis that had to somehow be bigger than it had ever been before. Just when she couldn't take anymore, he quit teasing her and plunged into her swollen pussy.
The combination of his sudden penetration and the shorts bunching over her clit set off her first orgasm in at least a month. Her knees trembled and she cried out his name. "Oh God Green, fuck me, please fuck me now!"
He started pounding her relentlessly, like a man possessed. She reveled in the feel of being taken, of being penetrated, of having her breasts mashed against the bed as her entire body jerked with each of his massive thrusts. She'd forgotten that even though he was fat, he was also strong. It was like being fucked by a bull, and she bit her lip as another orgasm rushed through her, soaking his cock in her juices.
He grabbed the back of her neck and brought her shoulders up against his chest, still ramming her pussy, and he whispered to her, "I love you so much." It was right then that he threw her back against the bed, flipped her over and took her missionary style, just like he had on her wedding night. He had a feral look as he held her legs back, doubled his thrusting pace and started to grunt like a rutting beast. She came a third time, harder than before. She was shaking all over as he finally let out an animalistic bellow and his dick swelled and started pumping her pussy full of his semen. The sloppy noises that followed pleased her as he gradually slowed down and slipped out of her. She laid there on her back staring at the ceiling, feeling his cum start to drain from her pussy and drip down towards her asshole.
Suddenly, she felt his hand there, scooping up his cum and slowly fingering her pussy, coating his fingers in the mix of their juices. He took those fingers and stuck them into her open mouth, and she revelled in the pure naughtiness of it. But then something happened that had never happened before. He kissed her, hard, with his tongue on hers, and they shared the flavor of their lovemaking. Then he kissed her gently on her collarbone, her chest and on to her navel, then finally he settled on her pussy. "Wha," she started to ask, but he lifted his hand and covered her mouth. "I want to do this for you," he said. He then proceeded to clean out her pussy completely, bringing her to yet another gentler orgasm in the process.
The words surprised her when they came out of hermouth, because she'd never been one for dirty talk: "Since when are you not afraid of a sloppy, cum-filled pussy," she teased as they both lay panting on the bed.
"Since you've been gone,as far as your libido goes," he said, gazing into her crystal blue of her eyes, "I got lonely, and withdrawn from you. I started reading about sex, since I wasn't having any. I started dreaming about sex. At first I was bitter and angry towards you. Slowly though, I opened up to a lot of things. One day it occurred to me that you'd playfully asked me to go down on you after we'd had sex before, but that I'd acted like nothing could be more gross. I matched my reaction to your request with the way you react to my advances when you can't get in the mood. I started hating myself for denying you that, even if you weren't really serious. I guess I just had a feeling that I had been selfish, and I never noticed it until we spent so long being celibate. I promised myself that if I ever got another chance to make love to you, I would correct that oversight, even if you'd forgotten the whole thing. I love you, and now that you feel like you can enjoy sex again, despite this gross body of mine, I feel like there is no fantasy we can't explore together."
Margaret's eyes welled up with tears of joy as she realized that it had been the lack of sex that had made him so morose so often, and so distant. He'd been as lonely as she had been! Who would have thought that something as easy and simple as a handjob, offered out of compassion, could do so much for a marriage? She had a feeling that there wouldn't be so much of that moody introspection going on in the
near future. She felt like a newlywed again, and judging by his confident smile and already recovering erection, so did he. She heard him sigh, but this time, it sounded like love.
The End.
Cassie's Life Turned Right Around
Lee Thompson was on the road to nowhere, he had just left school, and almost no qualifications. He had never been interested in his education. The school had tried with him, but as the old saying goes, you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink!
He wasn't unintelligent, not by a long way, but everything he was taught, or everything they tried to teach him was unfailingly boring. He had been okay at sports, even in the school teams, but only when he was needed, he was left out most times because of his persistent ignoring of his classes. It had been their way of trying to coerce him into trying to gain his certs.
They had been wasting his and their time. The teachers who he knew would have been good for him were out of his reach, because he was like he was, they tried special needs classes, where he was one on one. This bored him even more.
He came from what the "authorities" laughingly called a dysfunctional family. His father was an out of work drunk, his mother, bless her, had brought him and his older sister up on welfare. She had done her best and he loved her dearly for it. His father as far as he was concerned could go to fucking hell forever, he hated him.
His sister had been lucky, and she had also decided that the only way out was hard work at school, and onto free college, and she had achieved that. She was leaving in one week, Lee thought to himself that if she had any sense, she would never return except to see their mother. This is exactly what she also had in mind.
Lee was growing up on the wrong side of the tracks, but had no intention of turning out like his worthless father; he would make something of himself and in turn take care of his wonderful mother. He would never leave her behind, 2 years ago at 16, he had battered his father for abusing her again, he had seen him do it all his life, even he had been on the end of it since he could remember.
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