Some Love it Hot
Some Love it..., Volume 1
by M.K. Elliott
Published by Warwick House Press, 2013.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
SOME LOVE IT HOT
First edition. April 3, 2013.
Copyright © 2013 M.K. Elliott.
Written by M.K. Elliott.
Table of Contents
Nine-to-Five
Mile High
Best Friends
The Girl Next Door
Sexy Shoes
Recreational Activities | By M.K. Elliott
Also By M.K. Elliott
About the Author
Nine-to-Five
Ever since Shannon Whitley walked in the office three weeks ago, every guy in the place had attempted to ask her out.
Christian had watched each one get turned down, slinking away from Shannon’s desk with rounded shoulders and a hung head. It hadn’t taken long for the whispers about her being a lesbian to start bouncing around the office.
Christian would have to call a meeting about the gossip. As the boss, and with Shannon as his P.A., people would listen to him. He didn’t intend to tolerate mean-spirited rumors in his workplace, especially not about this particular woman.
At five-feet-ten, Shannon stood only a few inches shorter than his six feet frame. She wore her red hair twisted up, but her habit of shaking it loose to twist the knot back up afresh had shown off its silky, long length. She’d been blessed with a delicate, straight nose, big green eyes and high cheekbones. Her make-up was always light and classy and she favored short skirts, which showed off her incredible legs.
Yet her appearance hadn’t been the reason he’d hired her. Shannon also had a capacity for extreme organization, an area in which he was lacking. Her drive and commitment to her work made her stand out from all the other twenty-something’s he’d interviewed for the job. There had been no doubt in his mind about who would get the job and he wouldn’t be surprised if she sat in his position within a couple of years.
He couldn’t deny finding Shannon insanely attractive, but Christian didn’t intend to do anything about that. He was her boss and he intended to keep their relationship professional. Anyway, she’d shown absolutely no sign of being interested in him. Though plenty of women in the office had tried and failed to get in his pants, Shannon’s air of disinterest did make him wonder if the rumors held any truth.
Christian sighed, tearing his thoughts from his sexy P.A. He had half an hour to kill before his next meeting. The thoughts of Shannon had left him restless and he opened his web browser bringing up one of his favorite sites.
The image of a round-bottomed girl popped up, a thick cock plunged deep into the tight hole of her ass. Christian’s own dick stirred, blood rushing to engorge it.
Everyone else in the office had their sites monitored, but he was the boss; he could do whatever the hell he liked. Checking out porn sites while his staff worked gave him a thrill.
A link popped up at the bottom of the page and he clicked on the small box, bringing up a video of a skinny blonde bending over. As he watched, another girl, this one a brunette, began to play with the tight pucker of the blonde’s ass. She ran her finger over the star, gently pushing her finger inside. Then she pulled out a six inch dildo, complete with thick veins, and brought the toy to her lips. Using her saliva, she lubricated the head and then applied it to the other girl’s ass, rubbing at first, and then sliding the dildo deep.
The moans grew louder and he turned the volume down, worried someone would hear. But the sight of the two girls got him going. His cock swelled and he rubbed his erection through the front of his pants. He couldn’t go into the meeting with a raging hard-on. He’d need to go in the bathroom and let off some steam before then.
But he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the girl with the huge dildo deep in her ass.
“I’m sorry to interrupt...”
Shannon burst through the door and Christian leapt up in guilt.
Grabbing the mouse, he fumbled to click down the page, but only managed to knock the mouse off the desk. He tried to snatch it back up, but the back of his hand hit a pot of pens, scattering them on the floor.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, rushing around to his side of the desk to help him clean up. She fell to her knees, gathering pens toward her, but then glanced up to find his erection directly in front of her face.
Movement on the computer screen diverted her attention. She took one look at the girl having the huge dildo plunged in and out of her ass and stared up at him, her eyes wide.
“Oh!” she gulped, her cheeks filling with color.
He leaned over and switched the screen off. Damn it. Now she was going to think he was a total horn-dog like the rest of his staff. What the hell had he been thinking?
“I’m sorry,” she said again, getting to her feet and backing out of the room. “I really should have knocked.”
With that, she reversed out of the room, pulling the door shut behind her.
Christian put his hands on his head.
Shit, shit, shit.
He would never be able to look her in the eye again. It wouldn’t surprise him if she handed in her notice. Her treatment here so far bordered on sexual harassment.
Shannon avoided him for the rest of the day. He hid in his office, feeling like a total creep. Back at home, he found himself running the incident over and over in his head, cringing every time. He spent a restless night worrying about how to straighten things out with Shannon the next day.
But the next morning, Shannon took it upon herself to approach him.
Her gentle knock came at the door and she walked in the office.
“Hello, Mister Sawyer,” she said. “I believe we need to have a private meeting.”
“Shannon,” he said, standing from his desk. He was about to start the apologetic spiel he’d been practicing all night, but something about the way she held her body and the glint in her eye stopped him.
She turned back to the door and flicked the lock. “You should have done this yesterday,” she said, a hint of a smile on her glossed lips.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about what happened.”
“Don’t be,” she said, approaching him.
She’d left her suit jacket over the back of her chair, and now wore a tight, sleeveless black top and the short, pleated skirt of her suit. Her breasts pushed high in a plunge bra, her flat stomach and slender hips defined perfectly by her classy but sexy outfit.
She put both hands on his desk opposite him and leant over the desk toward him. The swell of her breasts pressed together, creating deep cleavage he simply couldn’t help but stare at.
“So boss,” she said. “Do I get a repeat performance of yesterday, only this time for real?”
“What do you mean?”
She walked around to his side of the desk and pushed both him and his chair away. Reaching up, she unclipped her hair, allowing her locks to swing in a smooth sheet down her back. Standing between him and his desk, with her back to him, she bent over his desk, pushing paperwork on the floor. The desk was perfectly at waist height, so her breasts and stomach pressed against the dark wood; her ass pushed out, her legs straight.
“Shannon...” he started, but he had no idea what he was going to say. He was too stunned at what was happening.
She reached behind her and flipped her skirt up so it lay on her lower back, exposing her ass and beautiful bare legs. A tiny black thong disappeared between the creamy globes of her buttocks. With the same hand, she pulled the tiny strip of material to one sid
e, revealing the glass plug wedged in her ass.
“So this is what you like, huh?” she said, twisting back around one shoulder to see him. “I’ve been sitting on my chair all morning with this in my ass, imagining all the things I’d like you to do to me. I think I had about three orgasms sitting there, thinking about you.”
He gasped, but his dick responded to the sight of this stunning young woman splayed across his desk. His erection tented in his trousers and her eyes flicked down to the obvious bulge. She smiled.
“I hope that dick is as big as I got a preview of yesterday.” She gave a little jiggle of her bottom, enticing him over.
He struggled with his conscience. It was against his beliefs to sleep with his staff, but he couldn’t turn this down. To hell with his self-imposed rules.
This was one time his cock was going to rule his head and he stepped toward her, his hard member leading the way. He reached out and put his hands on her ass, squeezing her tight, firm flesh.
Shannon pushed her ass out to him. “Play with it.”
He took the flat head of the plug and slowly pulled the rounded glass from her body, slick with lube. He pushed the toy back in again and she moaned.
“Oh yeah, that’s so good.”
Christian took in the sight of the freshly shaven lips of her pussy, her pink skin already glistening wet. With one finger, he pushed into her. She was hot and wet, her tight muscles clamping down on his digit. With slow, precise movements, he slicked it in and out.
His cock was rock hard, needing to be touched.
“Oh, fuck.”
Desperately, he worked the zip of his pants, unhooking the button and letting them pool around his feet. His erection jutted from his body, its head swollen purple, pre-cum already leaking from its tip. He took it in his grip and pumped back and forth, his balls tightening in pleasure.
He pumped his finger in and out of Shannon, while building a rhythm on his cock. But the smooth lips of her pussy and sweet pucker of her ass were too enticing. He wanted to be inside her.
“I want to fuck you,” he said.
She glanced back over her shoulder, swinging her long red hair out of the way. “Why do you think I’m here?”
He didn’t need to be told again. He pushed the head of his cock against her opening, rubbing a couple of times, lubricating the head, before pushing inside her.
The tightness was exquisite. Her sheath gripped him, offering just the right amount of friction.
He turned his attention back to the plug, pumping the toy back and forth. At the same time, he thrust into her, feeling her pussy slide up and down his hard length. Shannon reached between her thighs, her fingers finding the hooded nub of her clit, and she rubbed in ever increasingly frantic circles.
“I want you in my ass,” she gasped. “I’m ready for you.”
Christian forced himself to stop fucking her, holding still inside her.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. What do you think the plug’s been preparing me for?”
He slipped the plug out of her ass, the tight muscle loosening, ready to take his thick length.
He spat on his dick, lubricating it, and pushed the swollen head inside her. He sunk into her tight passage, just an inch, and she squeezed his head in a firm grip.
“Is this okay?” he asked, gritting his teeth to stop himself from shooting his load.
“Oh, yes. Keep going.”
He slid deeper and she pushed back on him, taking him fully. He was right up to his balls now. Slowly, he pulled out, almost slipping from her, and then thrust back in again.
Using two fingers, Christian pressed into her sopping folds, finger-fucking her as his cock thrust in her ass. Her fingers clawed the edges of his desk, her knuckles white. She cried out as her orgasm mounted, unable to control the wave flowing over her.
She pushed back harder and he slammed into her, her muscles pulsating around his thick cock, massaging his orgasm on.
His balls contracted, spurts of fluid filling her, and he cried out as he came, certain the whole office would hear them coupling. He jerked, and jerked again, as the aftershocks sent little spasms of pleasure through him.
Shannon’s back heaved beneath her shirt as she caught her breath. Christian slid from her body and pulled her up from the desk, holding her back against his chest. He nuzzled her neck.
“I never thought it of you,” he said, kissing the little spot behind her ear. “You just never seemed the type.”
She twisted around. “Why? Because I was so busy fending off all the little boys in your office? I don’t fuck little boys, Christian. I had my eye on you the whole time, but you were always so professional. I knew I needed the right moment to get your attention.”
“You had my attention at the interview, but wow, you certainly know how to make an entrance.”
She gathered her red hair up and twisted it into her customary style. Within moments she would be back to the business woman he’d hired.
Before she left, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her lean body against his, and gave him a long, slow kiss. Shannon broke away before he could get excited again and headed toward the door.
“That’s to keep you going till next time,” she said, over her shoulder. She opened the door and paused.
“And next time you see me just sitting at my desk, I hope you’ll be wondering what’s going on beneath my skirt.”
Mile High
Daniel Green stood in line, waiting to board. His business class ticket gave him priority boarding, so only a couple of other smartly dressed people stood ahead of him. At the doorway of the plane, a blonde hostess smiled and checked tickets, pointing people in the right direction. Her uniform hugged her generous curves, her tits almost bursting from her shirt, the buttons straining.
Daniel handed her his ticket and she peered up at him from beneath thick lashes, heavy with black mascara, and smiled.
“Good to have you on board, Mr. Green,” she said, her eyes flicking down his body, taking him in. “I’ll do everything I can to ensure you have a pleasant flight.”
Daniel smiled back, but a bemused frown shadowed his face. Had she just been flirting with him? Maybe it was only his filthy mind, but there seemed to be an implication behind her words.
He shook off the thought and concentrated on finding his seat and stashing his carry-on bag in the overhead luggage compartment. He slid his laptop case beneath his seat, knowing he would need to do some work once in the air.
Daniel sighed and sat back in his seat. Pressure from work had reached an all time high. As an International Relationship Manager, he was responsible for babysitting all the big banks, and at the moment, the banks weren’t exactly in a good place. Each one insisted on making their problem his problem.
At least he could relax for a few hours now. He had an eight hour flight across the Atlantic, and even with some last minute paperwork to do, he planned to get a couple of hours down time. He needed to find some way to relax or he was going to get old before his time.
The seatbelt sign above his head flashed on, so Daniel pulled the belt around his waist and clicked the metal tab in place. He wasn’t a fan of flying and the take-offs were always the worst. At least when the plane was landing, it was already heading in the right direction should something go wrong.
Daniel looked up to see the blonde hostess walking down the aisle toward him, checking everyone’s seat belts and that trays were up and locked in position. She smiled when she reached him.
“Hello again,” she said. “I’m just making sure your seatbelt is fastened.”
Daniel gestured to his waist, “All done.”
Taking him by surprise, she bent and hooked her fingers inside the belt. She gave it a tug.
“Just checking it’s not too loose,” she said, the swell of her cleavage pushed in his face. He caught the faint hint of perfume; something musky and expensive. Her skin was creamy white and looked incredibly soft. For a moment, he
wondered what it would be like to put his mouth against her flesh.
As she let go, her fingers trailed his crotch, tickling his cock through his pants.
His dick jumped at the contact, as did Daniel himself.
Did she mean to do that?
Then the moment was over and she stood upright, her attention focused on the business man sitting behind him. Daniel wondered if her extra attention had been his imagination—or maybe wishful thinking.
His cock swelled again at the thought. He pressed down with his wrist, simultaneously trying to hide his growing erection, but also enjoying the pressure. It wasn’t a good combination. He was going to get in trouble if he carried on like this.
The plane taxied to the runway. Within minutes the engines roared to life and built speed, before finally lifting into the sky. Daniel gripped his armrests, hating this part of the journey. The aircraft climbed into the sky, leaving both his stomach and the real world far below.
Within a few minutes, the plane leveled out and the seatbelt light extinguished with a ‘ping’. Daniel unclipped his belt and relaxed.
The hostess approached him, carrying a bottle and champagne glass. “Would you like some champagne, sir?”
He gave a nonchalant shrug. Why the hell not?
“Sure, that would be great.”
She poured him a flute of champagne and placed the glass on his tray, together with a small napkin. Once again, her chest heaved only inches from his face, as if she’d deliberately angled herself that way. He had to admit she had one hell of a figure. Combined with the hot red lipstick she wore, she was impossible not to notice. All of the hostesses wore the same color, making him think the red was standard with this airline, but none of them pulled it off as well as the blonde. If she looked this good fully clothed, she could be a serious contender for a page three model, dressed in only her lingerie and heels.
As she stood, the back of her hand caught his glass, knocking champagne in his lap.
“Shit,” Daniel swore, half-standing as cold liquid seeped through his pants.
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