All Grown Up and On My Own (Closed for lovingfingers)

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Our Hunger Builds

The closer we got to the restaurant, the harder it was for me to focus on anything other than sex. I nearly jumped out of my seat when Mr. Sullivan's hand slid from mine to my bare thigh and then pushing down to the soft, fleshy inside of my right thigh. His fingers quickly made their move along the piping on the edge to over the frilly, lacy front applying enough pressure to make me squirm just a little in the seat as the car came to stop and the door opened.

I turned my gaze from the front windshield to seeing Mr. Sullivan lick his invasive fingers and shuddering when he said he couldn't wait to eat. At that point I knew I would be a hot mess at lunch and started to doubt whether my boss was using his best judgment when he sent me out alone with this very important and potential client.

I waited for Mr. Sullivan to slip out and me to follow, sliding my right leg out causing my already pushed up skirt to ride even higher flashing the restaurant doorman, giving him a clear view of my black lace panties. He tipped his hat as I finally managed to get out and smooth my skirt, looking over at Mr. Sullivan to see the smirk on his face as he caught a good look as well.

Managing to walk steadily on my heels into the restaurant and confirming our reservation with the lovely young hostess, I took a few quick deep breaths as we stood waiting to be seated. I noticed that Mr. Sullivan was checking her out and not hiding the fact. My heart racing with nerves and anxiety and my pussy tingling with arousal from the games and teasing that have been played until now.

As we were seated in the semi-circular booth, Mr. Sullivan decided to sit on my left instead of across from me, the proximity of his body, his cologne and his stare enough to drive me crazy. My mind immediately thought back to the time I had eaten here with Sean and my boss. That made my head shake and my thighs press against one another remembering what happened afterward. I grabbed the menu quickly and ordered a glass of Chardonnay to calm myself.

 

[Rocket1010]

Tuesday Afternoon - Lunch with the boss

I couldn't keep my mind off you all morning. Memories of the past few days continued to flood my brain and I found it very hard to concentrate on my work. Claire interrupted me a few times and when I looked at her, I knew she was interested. But my mind kept calling up visions of you and me. Unpacking and fucking in the early afternoon, having sex in the shower after her encounter with the delivery man, and then finding out your lover is my Uncle Sean. Last night with him and you making love was like it was natural.

Claire interrupted my thoughts with some questions about a project. Staring at her breasts, I wondered what she would think if I suddenly shoved my long talented tongue into her mouth the way I did to you. I know you enjoyed sucking on my long tongue and the sounds of your heated breathing and moans when I tongue fucked you delicious pussy. Would my associate, standing near me, like the same treatment?

My cock began to harden as I tried hard to focus on her questions. I moved my chair closer to the desk to conceal my growing hardness. As we winded down our conversation, she told me that the boss, Melissa Browning wanted to see me in her office and also her and I were to accompany her to lunch. I wondered what she could want from Claire and I as it was only my second day on the job.

"By the way," she warned. "She likes to test new employees so you might want to be prepared to suggest a nice place for lunch, that is if she asks."

"Fuck." Was Claire fucking with me? The only place I knew was the Italian restaurant but that was not downtown. Then I had an idea. I didn't want to both you so I called Uncle Sean. We had a good talk and we both said we had enjoyed our evening with you last night. I was hesitant to ask if we would repeat it but he led me to believe it might happen again. That just set off more thoughts of you and your delicious body. My cock began to rise again as he told me to suggest the Liberty Steakhouse. I got the feeling that he had special remembrances but he didn't elaborate.

Knocking on Melissa's door, I was a bit hesitant, wondering what the meeting was all about. I was surprised when she told me how lucky the company was to have me. I came with high recommendations and she was looking forward to good things from me. My initial nervousness ebbed as we discussed marketing strategies for certain projects. When we were about done, she said she wanted Claire and I to have lunch together and did I know of any place downtown.

"I heard the Liberty Steakhouse was a good restaurant."

She gave me a bright smile. "That happens to be my favorite place for lunch. How did you know about it?"

"My Uncle Sean mentioned it was one of his favorites." I didn't elaborate and she didn't press me.

The rest of the morning was pleasant and I tried to get work done but I couldn't get my mind off you. Then I started wondering about Melissa. How would she react to having my long tongue and cock? Again, my cock rose to the occasion only to be squelched by work. When it was time for lunch, we grabbed an huber and upon arriving at the restaurant, I was surprised the doorman knew her by name. I was more impressed when he said her table was ready.

Walking through the restaurant, I looked around and gazed at some of the well dressed patrons but I didn't see any that I knew. Why should I? I was new in town. When we arrived at her table, Melissa sat in the corner so she could look out over the restaurant. Claire sat on her right and I on her left facing away from the restaurant. As the waiter arrived, I wondered how your day was going and would I see you tonight?

 

[irieman1]

Main Course

Sliding into the plush leather banquette next to Megan, I smile warmly knowing that this stunning young woman is an intoxicating mess of nerves and arousal. Hoping to ease just the nerves part, I gently place my hand back on hers and say “Looks like you made a fine choice Megan. The atmosphere is welcoming and the aromas from the kitchen are heavenly. Not to mention your charming company.”

I asked to see the Sommelier and had a quick glance at the menu. Being a lifelong meat and potatoes man, that choice was easy. My mind was more fixated on having my captivating new friend for dessert. A striking tall brunette approached and introduced herself. This place certainly hired with an eye for beauty. As she covered some of her favorite offerings, I noticed her steal a couple glances of Megan. I was old enough to be Megan’s father so she had to be wondering what the dynamic was between us.

I decided on a nice Rioja Reserva from 1963. The Sommelier smiled and commented on what a hidden gem I found, the last bottle in the house. I replied I have a bit of a wine collection myself. Giving a quick glance to Megan and then back to her I asked, “Perhaps we can get a glimpse of the wine room later on?” She smiled knowingly, and nodded approvingly saying “Absolutely Mr Sullivan, just let me know when you are ready”. As she walked away I could not help a quick glimpse of her shapely long legs as I turned to Megan and squeezed her hand again. “That could be fun.”

 

[Rutting_Bull]

Running Late

I was just about to leave the office to meet Megan and Mr. Sullivan for lunch, when a minor meltdown happened at the office. A hacker from overseas using location encryption software on a VPN had attempted to breach our system and obtain personal information. I had to make several lengthy phone calls to private firms that make up a large part of our investment capital. Basically ensuring them that the attempt was not successful, but we were upgrading our already bulletproof security to avoid further intrusions. When it was all said and done, I lost track of time, and was surely going to miss lunch. I could surprise them at the restaurant, see how they are getting along … I mused, while imagining all sorts of naughty things involving the nubile and gorgeous Megan Roberts. Images of the last time we went to dinner with a third party raced through my mind as I stood from my desk.

“Fuck it … it’s worth a shot.”

I turned to leave, waving goodbye to the rest of the office as I made my way to the underground parking lot. I hopped in my car and made the short trip to the restaurant, checking my appearance in the mirror before reaching in the center console and grabbing a bottle of cologne, Tom Ford’s Tobacco Vanille, my signature scent. I sprayed a couple light sprays on my neck, before making my way to the doors of the Liberty Steakhouse.

Immediately upon entering I notice the lovely hostess, she may even be the same girl as last time we were here I think as I tell her I’m a late arrival for Megan Roberts’ table for three. She leads me over and leaves me with a knowing wink yes, definitely the same girl. “Sorry guys” I say, as I sit opposite them, folding my hands on the table as I notice how cosy Dylan and Megan are. I grin a knowing, lascivious grin as I drink them in. “Little bit of an issue at the office, nothing to worry about though, it’s all contained … what are we having?” I glance at the menu and order the Lagavulin 16 year old single malt scotch, a double, on the rocks.

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Three's Company

As I nervously requested a glass of wine from the hostess, Mr. Sullivan with his hand on mine under the table and his eyes clearing checking out the hostess, asked to see the Sommelier. The hostess flashed her bright smile at Mr. Sullivan then at me, and said "right away Mr. Sullivan".

With Mr. Sullivan sitting up next to me and his hand on mine made this feel more like a date than a business lunch. If only he knew what was smoldering under my skirt. When the Sommelier approached he didn't miss a beat and flirted with her, you could see his eyes clearly looking over her over before ordering a bottle.

As he was finishing up with the Sommelier, I looked around the restaurant and noticed my neighbor Carter from down the hall in what appeared to be a work lunch with some women from his work. Having just fucked the day before, I was again flustered and blushing as I returned my focus to the table. Scolding myself for not seeing Carter and his workmates enter when a huge dark hulking figure approached the table.

I was speechless at the moment as Mr. Johnson sat across from us with a huge smile on his face. "I'm so glad you were able to make it Mr. Johnson. We haven't ordered anything yet, just a bottle of wine. Isn't that right Mr. Sullivan?" My heart was racing and I felt so warm and flush sitting there, I thought I might pass out. My hand still in Mr. Sullivan's, I quickly looked across the restaurant at Carter but he still didn't notice me.

 

[Rutting_Bull]

“Wonderful!” I exclaim as my warm hazel eyes shift from Megan’s to Dylan’s, and back again. “So, what have you two been getting up to in my absence?” My pearly whites flashing from beneath my thick, dark lips … a knowing smile. From her flustered appearance, I would guess that Megan would be willing to skip Liberty Steakhouse altogether, and get right down to the main course. But, enjoying the buildup to an explosion is my cup of tea, or scotch rather, as mine arrives with the bottle of wine that Dylan ordered. “Thanks darlin’, much appreciated” I say to the server as she stands to take our order.

“What do you guys think of Chateaubriand? It’s more than enough meat for three” I say with a wink as Megan bites her lip with a lust filled expression. “I think it comes with a three peppercorn cream sauce, and stuffed potatoes.” Sexual undertones abound as I smooth my slacks under the table, my dark cock stirring in its tighter-by-the-second confines as I think of stuffing Megan with enough meat for three, and leaving her covered in a cream glaze … this may be the longest lunch of my life … grinning at the lascivious thoughts rolling around in my brain.

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Hot Lunch

As my boss sat across from us, I pulled my hand from under the table leaving Mr. Sullivan's hand to rest on my bare thigh. I tingled from his touch as I sat and stared across at Mr. Johnson. The two of them made no attempts to hide their leering looks at the hostess or the Sommelier while I couldn't keep my thoughts off of them.

I replied to my boss' suggestion of sharing by saying "I'd do whatever the two of you decide" which was as clear an open-ended statement as it could've been as my pussy dampened as the words lingered in the air. My eyes drifted up to Mr. Johnson's sparkling eyes, a look I've seen before. I felt Mr. Sullivan's fingertips press into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. My legs which were pressed together now parted just a little to release the tension in them from my nerves.

 

[Rocket1010]

Tuesday - Lunch with Melissa and Claire

From my seat, I was forced to look at Melissa and Claire and I didn't mind it all. As we waited for the hostess, my mind dwelled on what my coworker and my boss would look like naked. Claire, for sure had made overtures yesterday and today. But with Melissa, I couldn't quite get a read on her yet. I knew she wasn't married and wondered if she had a boyfriend. In her office, I noticed a soft sensual smile as we discussed marketing strategies and now found myself wondering how she would like to be on the receiving end of my long tongue snaking up her pussy.

My thoughts were interrupted when the hostess arrived, greeting Melissa by name. Melissa smiled at the recognition, telling Tanya, our hostess, that she was looking quite radiant. Tanya blushed and I wondered it something was going on between them. Melissa ordered a glass of Merlot, Claire ordered a glass of Chardonnay, and I requested an Elmer T bourbon neat. The hostess smiled and winked at me before leaving to fetch out drinks.

Melissa began to discuss some marketing ideas with Claire and I. During the conversation, Melissa made it a point to put her hand on mine to accentuate a point. While I tried hard to concentrate on the subject matter, my mind was on other more sensual things. What would it be like to have these two women? I was daydreaming of having Melissa laid out on her desk, moaning when she looked over my shoulder, her eyes widening.

"I see Jack Porter has made his usual entrance. He thinks he owns the place and that bastard thinks he is God's gift to women."

I saw Jack's gaze look and when he saw Melissa, he waved and she politely returned his salute but I could see she clearly detested the man.

I was about to turn my attention back to Melissa and Claire when I noticed a large black man walking through the restaurant. He had a smile on his face and walked with confident stride. My eyes followed him and when he reached a table, my eyes widened.

You were sitting at the table with another man and the large black man sat at the table. I couldn't help but keep turning my head to make sure it was you. God, you looked so fucking good. When your eyes shifted from the men, I saw you look at me and then just as quickly your eyes darted back to the two men. If the opportunity arose, I made it a point to say hi if I had the chance. Just then Melissa asked me a question and I had to ask her to repeat it. As I answered, my thoughts went to you and wondered if you were with your coworkers.

 

[irieman1]

Timing is everything

I greeted Kye upon his arrival, not surprised he hustled over after putting out the fire at work. His knowing look at seeing Megan nestled next to me and wry smirk confirmed things. She was being offered as a token of good faith for our potential business relationship. Not that Megan’s arousal wasn’t genuine. Her soaked panties and sweet scent had made that apparent, but she did momentarily get flustered at his arrival.

There was more here though. Kye’s overt innuendos in ordering suggestions made clear he was more interested in sharing her. There was no doubt he was fucking her and who could blame him. Her stunning figure, youthful natural beauty and sense of style served her well. It certainly captivated me as a first impression but her intelligence and charm were the cherries on top. She was certainly the caliber of some my finest “Angels” and one Kye would be wise to hold dear.

My fingers traced Megan’s parting thighs slowly as the business side of my brain clicked in, considering Kye’s motives. It was early in the business relationship for such a bold offer. Was it a test, trying to get me in a compromising position? My ego and cock weighed in with a strong denial, Megan being a willing participant and certainly craving sex with her every fiber. Maybe Kye and her just liked to keep things spicy.

My fingers reluctantly lifted from Megan’s silky skin as my business guard took hold. When in doubt..measure twice and cut once. I ordered the bone-in filet mignon medium rare and grilled asparagus. “They say the closer to the bone the sweeter the meat.” My arousal slowly retreated to the point where I could excuse myself to freshen up before lunch. My mind twirled with conflicting thoughts as I encountered the Sommelier, paused to whisper in her ear, then continued on to the men’s room.

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - White & Dark Meat

My nerves had me on edge as Mr. Johnson smiled across at me. That smile made me squirm just a little as I sat next to Mr. Sullivan with his fingers lightly tracing along my bare thigh. The smooth soft pads of his fingertips glided loosely along the top inner flesh of my thigh. As they moved higher my thighs parted just a little more. I could feel the warmth and dampness between my legs and if Mr. Sullivan had dared to go even higher and brush his fingertips along my lacy black panties I might have climaxed right there at the table but for some reason he lifted his hand from me leaving me a hot mess as Mr. Johnson ordered and Mr. Sullivan excused himself from the booth. My eyes stole a quick glance at his crotch as he slipped out from my side. The talk of meat and bone had my mind flashing images of me sucking both cocks.

My head was so filled with naughty images of the three of us that even as i blankly stared across at my neighbor Carter and the two beautiful women he as having lunch with didn't even register to me.

As Mr. Sullivan began to head to the restroom I notice him whisper to the Sommelier which piqued my curiosity and also my competitive nature. Was he hitting on her while he was trying to seduce me? The fire inside me that was already kindling was beginning to burn hotter. God I need that glass of wine quick!

 

[Rutting_Bull]

I grinned at Dylan as he left the table, he struck an imposing figure, and I slid my chair back to allow him more room to pass through from the quaint booth we were sat at. As he strode away behind me, I noticed Megan’s gaze transfixed over my shoulder, no doubt watching her next conquest and imagining what he would be like in bed. She bit her sexy little lip as she looked lost in her thoughts.

Just then the waitress arrived with Megan’s and Mr. Sullivan’s wine. I took a long slow sip of my scotch after thanking her, and returned my gaze to Miss Roberts.

“So Megan” I said under my breath with a knowing grin. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but was he fingering you under the table?” Chuckling “or did he get that far?” My eyes were drawn to Megan’s, so pretty for such a lustful young lady. “Does this bring back memories of our time here with Sean? Of the time you brought your boss back to your bed with him?” My cock lurched in my slacks under the table at the thought, beginning to feel a bit lighter was it the scotch? Or the blood rushing away from my brain? No doubt the latter, as I had only had a couple sips of the Lagavulin. “I hope Dylan doesn’t think that I’m using you as a whore or pawn. Maybe we turn him down as a client, so that we can turn down the lights back at my place?” I mused half to myself. “He is a whale, and it would no doubt be good for us to have him on board … opportunity knocks in mysterious ways though, and I don’t know which door we should answer here, I would prefer both …” my mind twisting with the possibilities “what do you think Miss Roberts? What would Megan do?”

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Planning Dessert

As my boss' question lingered in the air, I lowered my head to my hand and gazed up at him with a flustered look as my hair flowed down covering my hand as I contemplated how to answer him.

"Nooo. Well......" as I straightened back up and took a big sip of my wine to bide me time in forming my reply and also calm my frayed aroused nerves.

"He was getting close. Quite similar situation I would say." giving you a questioning look. "And no, I don't think we need to turn him down. He obviously is a womanizer." A smirk forming on my face as I mulled over what I just said.

"I think we can have our cake and eat it too. I know how badly you want this" I said quite brazenly as I was getting absorbed into the possibilities of having your big, black cock inside me and also Mr. Sullivan's. One known and one unknown but from how my body is reacting, it doesn't matter.

My eyes twinkling as I stared into your eyes and as I spoke about landing Mr. Sullivan's account. I raise my almost empty wine glass and clink your glass with a mischievous smile and polish off the rest of the wine as Mr. Sullivan heads back to our table.

Glancing around the restaurant before he reaches the table to see my neighbor Carter and the two beautiful women he is engaged with. Will he be in the same situation as myself as I think back to yesterday with him and Sean.

 

[Rocket1010]

Tuesday Afternoon - Saying hi to my neighbor

Melissa was droning on about marketing ideas for some of our new clients. I half listened to her but my thoughts were interrupted, thinking of you and your two lunch partners. should I excuse myself and say hi? Conflicting thoughts rambled around in my head. I half heard Claire say some things and then when I heard Melissa's voice asking me what I thought, I fumbled the ball, telling her to repeat the question.

"You seem to have something on your mind Carter."

"Sorry boss," I grin sheepishly. "I saw my neighbor sitting over there with two gentlemen." Indicating with a nod over my shoulder to the table where you are sitting with a large black man and the other man who was returning to the table. Melissa and Claire look in the direction of my nod and both smile.

"Mmmm she looks pretty. Do you know her well?"

The inflection of her tone seemed to indicate something other than friendly neighbors. What the hell does that mean? Melissa knows I just moved to town this past weekend and the question seems pretty loaded. I could tell she was thinking of more then just friendly neighbors. "I met her over the weekend and talked to her a few times." I didn't tell her and Claire that you and I spent a lot of time fucking and then last night we had an amazing sex session with my Uncle Sean. Some blood flowed to my cock, making it thicken at the thought of last night. Looking at both delicious women, I couldn't tell if they really believed my little lie.

"Well Carter she seems to be interrupting your attention span." Her hand slid under the table and squeezed my thigh and then began rubbing higher. I saw the gleam in her eyes and my cock began to react more to her bold move. "Go over and say hi and then we can get down to business. Besides, it's the neighborly thing to do."

I had to admit that you were on my mind all morning. Seeing you with the other two men brought back memories of last night. I looked across the table at Claire and saw the same gleam in her eyes. I was the new guy on the block. Did they have something on their minds other than talking about marketing strategies. I knew Claire was interested from her flirting in the office, but did my boss have the same urges? I smiled and said, "You don't mind?"

"No. Say hi and then let's get down to business."

The waitress arrived, interrupting us. We each ordered and then my boss, with a soft sensual smile and a twinkle in her eyes told me to go over and say hi. I had a distinct feeling she was conveying more than business on her mind. Rising, I saw both pair of eyes glance down at my crotch that had grown a bit bigger. I tried to dismiss their mischievous staring as I turned to walk toward your table.

I saw your eyes widen as you watched me stride to the table. The black man turned to see me along with the man who returned from what I guessed was the restroom. Your hand shook a little when you took a sip of wine and I could tell I was interrupting what appeared to be an important lunch. I was going to make it short and sweet and then go back to my table where two delicious women were waiting for me.

Your eyes were wide as saucers as I spoke. "Hi Megan. I saw you and thought I'd stop by and say hi." The two men looked at me with suspicious eyes as I stood a bit nervously near the table. Addressing the men, I tried to apologize. "Hey ..... sorry to interrupt. My name is Carter and I just want to say hi to my neighbor."

Their silence seemed deafening and I knew I was not a welcome visitor. Turning to you, I chuckle. "Anyway, I'm glad my Uncle Sean recommended this place. Great atmosphere. I can see why he suggested it for lunch." I stood, waiting for someone say something, acutely aware I was not welcome.

 

[irieman1]

Red Flag

As I made my way back to the table, I received an affirmative nod from the Sommelier and discretely slid a $100 into her hand. The text from Michelle, my longtime lawyer had caused a slight concern. She had uncovered a pending legal action against our potential new investment that was not disclosed this morning. It certainly could have been an innocent oversight but required further scrutiny. After hearing I was at lunch with Kye and his assistant Megan, she curtly reminded me “business first” before asking further detail. What was an assistant doing at lunch with the two deal makers? Was she attractive? Flirting with me? Did I want to fuck her?

My return text was short and intentionally teasing…Because she was hungry, smoking hot, had me hard for the last hour and yes, most likely in the wine room after lunch. I could only picture her face when I received her response. “Fuck you Dylan. If your cock needs attention, that can be arranged but we do business first. This kind of investment is not to be decided between your legs.”

I took my seat next to Megan and noticed the lingering gaze between her and Kye. The two of them looking ready to devour each other, no need for appetizers. Unfortunately I needed to dampen the moment and explained how I would reluctantly have to take my leave. An urgent message from my lawyer that requires immediate attention. “It is a shame, but an occupational hazard. She isn’t one to cry wolf. I gave my card to the waitress so please enjoy on me.” Grinning a bit “The Sommelier will also be escorting you two to the wine room when ready for a little tour…she says it can be quite stimulating.”

I catch the disappointed look on both faces, but especially Megan’s. Taking her petite hand and planting a soft kiss on the back I say “thank you for your charming company Megan. I was certainly looking forward to a great meal and dessert. Hopefully another time time soon”. I give Kye a firm handshake and say “ I will give you a call in the morning to set up our next meeting. Again my apologies.”

Sliding slowly out of the booth as the stranger approaches. Standing and moving past him “well excuse me Carter”, the look on his face cementing the fact that this was another one who has had the pleasure of Megan. As I move towards the exit, I glance back over my shoulder at her…my turn will unfortunately have to wait. Damn that Michelle. My thoughts begin to drift to her. Someone is going to be the beneficiary of Megan’s arousing me. The vivid memory from the past of bending Michelle over her desk causing me to harden yet again as I get into the Uber.

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Lunch Cut Short

I was so entranced with my boss and our potential new client who was off to the men's room that I hadn't noticed Carter approach the table. Startled by his hello, it took me a few seconds to come back from my daydream. I turned and sat back and replied "hey! Carter! What are you doing here?" acting as if I hadn't noticed him at the table with two beautiful women before.

We engaged in some awkward small talk and when I saw Mr. Sullivan returning I decided to end it quick by saying "I'll catch up with you at the apartment. Good to see you. Enjoy!" as I nodded towards his table.

At that moment Mr. Sullivan returned with a different air about him which had me concerned. When he brought up talk about postponing our lunch date I became deflated as all morning was spent in this highly sexually tense buildup state. I let out a soft sigh and said "please let us know if there is anything we can do."

As Mr. Sullivan excused himself and offered to pay, my boss Mr. Johnson insisted not to worry about the bill, that these things come up, and that he and I would take care of anything that needs to be worked on. My heart raced with the possibilities with these two but knew it would be another time.

I glanced over at Carter as he returned to his table and then to the door to catch Mr. Sullivan looking back my way and it was then that I knew we would be fucking next time.

 

[Rocket1010]

Tuesday Afternoon - Retreating to my table

When I glanced at the black man, I saw his eyes widen when I mentioned Uncle Sean. Did he know him? He didn’t say a word and I started to feel a little uncomfortable with his constant stare.

The other man, upon returning seemed to have something else on his mind. I was surprised when he abruptly got up and told you and your black friend that he was leaving. Why on earth would he leave a gorgeous creature like Megan. Brushing past me, I watched him leave and knew it my clue to retreat to my table.

I look at you and smile. Your curt reply that we would catch up at the apartment was reason enough to end our conversation. “Thanks, I think I will enjoy this place. Catch you later.” With that I turned, seeing the black man just staring at me and not saying a word. Whatever I interrupted seemed to be pretty important.

Walking back to Claire and Melissa, I wondered why the black man seemed to take an interest in me when I mentioned Uncle Sean. Nearing the table, I saw the two gorgeous women smiling. Was there a distinctive glint in their eyes? They asked how everything was and I told them you were in an important meeting and I didn’t want to disturb you.

Sitting down, I felt Melissa’s hand cover mine, squeezing it a bit hard as if to convey that she was glad I was back. She smiled cutely and told me we could continue our conversation.

Looking back at your table one more time, I saw the black man talking to you, gesturing and then looking in my direction.

Turning my attention to the two women, we began to resume our conversation when the food arrived. As we ate and talked shop, I wondered if I would see you later. I wanted to ask you about the black man and what I thought was his apparent knowledge of Uncle Sean.

 

[Rutting_Bull]

Listening in stunned silence as Dylan explains that he has to leave, then catching my tongue and assuring him, with Megan, that I’ll take care of the cheque. “I hope everything goes smoothly for you Dylan, and yes, I hope we can get together soon to take care of some business.” Flashing him a grin as I stand to take his hand in mine. Shaking his hand respectfully, before sitting back down as he turns to leave. I then turn to focus on a charismatic white boy that is chatting with Megan, but barely get a chance to say anything before he retreats to his table again.

“Who’s that guy?” I ask Megan as I watch the fit young white boy stride back to his table full of women. “Did he say Uncle Sean?” Cocking an eyebrow as I grin lasciviously over at my lunch date. “As in our Sean?” Seeing from Megan’s reaction to the white boy that she has probably fucked him already. “The uncle and the nephew Megan?” Chuckling as she blushes deeply “my, my … you’ve been a busy girl haven’t you?” I take another slow sip of scotch as I gaze over at this gorgeous little white harlot that I work with, and have carnal knowledge of. “Well … now that Dylan has bailed, should we get out of here and have dessert?” My eyes darkening as the words roll off my tongue “you can bring nephew if you’d like …” winking at Megan before turning to look at the white boy. “Seems like he’s more than game, he can’t keep his eyes off of you”

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Finishing Lunch

Such a flurry of activity in such a short time. I came out of my shocked daze and explained to my boss that that indeed was Sean's nephew Carter as I tried to process what just happened with Dylan, I mean Mr. Sullivan, leaving like that.

Trying to shake off Mr. Johnson's comment about me being a busy girl (I knew he meant slut, but I kinda liked it), even in my horned up state I knew it wasn't a good idea to just blow off what just happened and go fuck like bunnies, the thought his black cock filling me made me shiver, but I snapped out it just as quickly as it had entered. I suggested we go back to the office and try to figure out why Mr. Sullivan would eave an important lunch date so suddenly. Maybe something in our books perhaps? Whatever it was I was determined to find out even though my black panties were soaked.

As we finished up lunch and stood to leave I turned my focus to Carter and gave him a smile and wave as if to say "see you later".

It took a lot of control not to turn and start making out with Mr. Johnson but I knew we would never get anything done. We got back to the office and acted as if nothing had happened and went about our business. The afternoon flew by being so busy that I didn't even notice some people leaving. The wine surely helped the day slip by quite easily. It wasn't until Mr. Johnson came to my desk and asked if I had found anything and I just shook my head in frustration. he told me not to work too late and get some rest and that tomorrow was another day, but I am not like that. I needed to know. I needed closure just like when a guy makes me aroused, horny, whatever I need to satisfy that itch.

Maybe it was more of being aroused to point without closure that made me torture myself trying to figure this whole thing out. Just as Angela was saying goodbye the elevator dinged and turning my head I saw Mr. Sullivan emerge.

 

[Rocket1010]

Tuesday Afternoon - Melissa's and Claire's special project

Claire, Melissa, and I finished our meal and were talking about another marketing project when I saw you and the black man rise from the table. I saw your sweet smile that seemed to convey you would see me later and I smiled back, nodding to what I hoped was your invitation for later.

I watched the man put his hand on the small of your back and I couldn’t help but think that there was more to your relationship than boss/employee. Trying to put out of my mind the thought of you and him fucking, I turned my attention to Melissa who I knew watched everything. She didn’t say a word but continued our marketing discussion until our after-lunch drinks were consumed and it was time to head back to the office.

In the Uber, Melissa sat on my left and Claire on my right. We were approaching the office when I felt Melissa’s hand resting on my left thigh, squeezing it. “I have a special project I want you and Claire to work on with me.” I glanced at her, seeing her suggestive smile as she added, “I want you both in my office after work.”

Claire giggled and I answered, “yes” wondering what special project she might be talking about.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with marketing calls and strategies. My mind kept going back to you and the large man in the restaurant. What was it about it that made think you and him were having an affair? And the look he gave me when I mentioned my Uncle Sean seemed to give the impression, he knew him too. I thought of calling my uncle but resisted. I didn’t want to bother him with what I thought was a wild imagination.

At the end of the work day, I strolled into Melissa’s office to find out about her special project. She was sitting behind the desk with a warm smile. Telling to take a seat, I noticed her blouse was unbuttoned more than when we were at the restaurant. She said we would wait for Claire and we made small talk with her asking how I liked living in the city. I told her I was still feeling my way when Claire walked in and closed the door.

I watched Melissa rise from her leather chair and walk to stand in front of me and Claire, who was standing behind my chair. Melissa had a strange smirk on her face as she addressed us. “I have a special project that I think you two can help with.” She started to unbutton her blouse and I felt Claire’s hand on my shoulder and then her soft warm air in my ear.

I was stunned, realizing that I was their special project. I watched dumbfounded as my boss continued to disrobe and Claire nibbled on my ear. I had a feeling I would be home late tonight and any thought of seeing you when you got home in a little while vanished when Melissa dropped to her knees and reached for my belt.

 

[irieman1]

The Sounds of Silence

My meeting with Michelle was less than satisfying on a few levels. Her source had given insight regarding the pending lawsuit and the possible damage it could cause to the company’s reputation and more importantly, bottom line. As usual she was right on top of things and feeling slightly smug that she found it first.

She certainly was a stunning mixture of beauty and brains. Almost 6 ft tall in her ever present “fuck me” heels or boots, long toned legs, sexy smile and wild red mane. We had indulged ourselves a few times over the years and the sex always amazing. It had however been a couple of years and she did relish her belief that she held the keys. Her admonishment of lunch with a sexy nubile employee of our target company felt like being reprimanded by a teacher in high school. A smokin hot teacher who teased at every chance, gave hope and then let it crash upon the rocks. The fact I was in lust overdrive from my day with Megan only made me an easier target. She made it a point to brush against me repeatedly, stoking my fires, only to make a quick exit for another appointment and leave me ready to burst.

My mind raced with thoughts of Megan as I told my driver to return to the first stop of the day. A potent mix of lust, anger and “I don’t give a fuck” filled my head as I stepped out of the elevator, holding it open for the departing receptionist. The limited lights on told me the office was winding down. My eyes caught Megan’s and I headed straight for her passing Kye’s darkened door on the way. Not saying a word, I approached her desk, drinking in the stunning vision before me.
(Her outfit:

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Megan’s look of surprise and carnal lust had my cock rock hard immediately. As she moved out from behind the desk I pressed against her as my lips found hers, pulled her tight to my arousal and parted them with my tongue. A long lustful moan into the kiss before breaking it and sitting her up on the desk, getting down on one knee in front immediately and pushing her skirt up. No words, just a hungry look as I hooked her panties and slid them down over her thigh highs and heels. My tongue dragging slowly up her soaked folds and then back down. Standing up I smelled the sweet scent of her lacy panties inches from her face. My eyes locked on hers…mmmmhmmm….

The day’s foreplay rushed back. Growling low and again with no words, I turned Megan away from me, fingers slipping between her buttons and tugging backwards. My pelvis tilted forward pressing my raging hardon against her ass as the white blouse ripped open sending buttons flying. I continued pulling downward drawing her hands back as it slipped off her wrists. A quick roll of my hips trapped her palms against my throbbing cock, the back of her hands pinned to her ass.

Grasping her soaked panties, I wrapped them around her thin wrists and tied a quick knot, then a second. I kicked at her heels spreading her feet wider and leaned her down pressing her lacy covered breasts to the cold desk. My own chest pressed against her back, I nuzzled my lips against her left ear and uttered my only words “what is it you are looking for Megan?”

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Giving In

My eyes fixated on Mr. Sullivan as he walked towards my desk with a determined look on his face. As he approached I stood, heart palpitating as he drew nearer and I stood in front of my open desk now. Our stares intensifying as he stopped and pressed into me, kissing me hard, his tongue sliding into my opening mouth as my hands gripped his biceps. His cock felt against my lower stomach as our kiss escalated into more.

Exasperated as he drew back, quickly lifting me to my desk, the clutter and all splaying across my desk as I now sat firmly on it, hands behind me keeping me balanced as he slid his hands up under my skirt, practically pushing it to my waist in his deliberate attempt to remove my wet panties. I glared down as he knelt before my spread legs not offering up even a glimpse of restraint, even opening my legs as he pushed his head between them to lap at my moist pussy.

Flipping my hair hair out of my face he stood as quickly as he knelt and pulled me off the desk and spun me around. Placing my hands flat on my desk as I turned around, staring deeply into his eyes and responding…..
“You to fuck me like the slut that I am!”

My pussy was practically drooling I was so worked up, and as his hands ripped open my blouse and then bound my wrists behind my back, I knew I was in for the fucking of my life and I just smiled.

 

[irieman1]

Your wish is my….

I growled low at hearing Megan’s lusty confession, my hands already having moved to undo my belt, unbutton my trousers and slide my them down. My cock pulsated with mind clouding lust, any possible inhibitions long since discarded. I had craved this sexy little vixen from the moment I had laid eyes on her earlier. Megan’s scent flooded my senses, flashes of the day’s sexy flirting, touches and overt groping stoked the fires hotter.

Running my right hand up between her shoulders, I traced her spine to the base of her head, gripped her long hair tightly and slid my cock up between her parted thighs. The feel of her silky thigh highs brushing against it sent another jolt of lust straight to my libido. Simultaneously I pulled her hair back and pushed my heated cock hard and fast through her dripping folds, driving my hips forward and lifting her up on her toes. Her chest briefly lifted from the desk as her body contorted to my whims. Animalistic desire coursed through my veins as her tight pussy gripped tight and inhaled me further. Hissing “Fuckkkkkkkk” I pushed her head back down, tugged upwards on her bound wrists and drove my cock deeper still, mashing her perky breasts and swollen nipples to the cold desktop. My hips rolled in short tight circles as my cock stretched her again and again. This gorgeous intelligent young woman now just a slut to satisfy my carnal overload.

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Closing the Deal

The ebbs and flows of my arousal throughout the day only led to the incredible fucking I was receiving as my body, my pussy was in need the entire day. With my arms and hair pulled back, blouse ripped open, my legs spread and my face planted against my desk, I couldn't tell if anyone was coming into the office as I was facing away from the elevator. The fear of my boss, or any other person I worked with, walking in and finding me like this made my heart race and my arousal build even more. Or did I want them to see me?

"Ohhhh god yessssss. Fuck me, uh huh. I know you wanted to all day"

Your cock slid in so easily, back and forth you sawed into me, pulling me back onto your thrusting cock was too much for me as I felt the wave coming over me. My eyes rolling up into my head as your body slapped into my thighs and ass.

My moans and groans along with the sounds of sex filled the vacant office as Mr. Sullivan just kept pounding away at my cunt. Working in the office will never be the same.

 

[irieman1]

The Closer

Hearing Megan’s groaned urging and feeling her tight pussy begin to spasm sends me over the edge. I rip the lacy panties that shackled her wrists, pushing her hands out in front of her to the edge of the desk and cover them with mine. My hips fire hard and fast as an image of Michelle’s teasing and smirk as she left flashes in my head. I pull hard on the edge of the desk and leave the ground, weight dropping fully onto Megan’s back, my ready to burst cock sinking deeper still. This sweet young pussy taking a pounding, a result of her enchantment of me mixed with the desire to grudge fuck Michelle.

My feet hit the floor temporarily as my balls begin to tighten. Pushing off I once again jam in all the way and hold myself suspended growling loudly in her ear. “Take my cum slut!” Every nerve in my body fires simultaneously, my cock erupting deep inside her soaked womb. “Fuuuuuccckkkkkk Meggggannnn.” Stomach muscles straining hard as my cock shudders uncontrollably sending rope after rope of thick hot cum spurting against her inner walls. My heart threatens to jump out of my chest as it pounds against Megan’s back.

Collapsing against her, my awareness of the moment gradually creeps back into reality. I glance around the office, suddenly wondering if there are cameras that recorded the event. Body sliding slowly down, I plant a tender kiss on the back of her neck and trace my hands slowly down over her hips. Stepping back, I let my still swollen cock slip out of her flooded pussy, our mixed cum oozing out. Giving Megan’s exquisite ass a playful slap, I utter what was obviously a correct first impression, “my God you are a sexy minx!”

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Evening - Megan Getting What She Wanted

With each hard thrust from Mr. Sullivan into my soaked cunt pushed my breath out as my body rubbed against the cold desk. My hardened nipples grinding back and forth on the desk as I stared blankly towards the elevator feeling every inch of Mr. Sullivan's cock slamming into me. The day's buildup, although abruptly interrupted by Mr. Sullivan's departure, all came flooding back as soon as the elevator doors parted and he stepped back into the office. The only disappointment was that my boss, Mr. Johnson, wasn't partaking in what I had been dreaming about since the initial meeting this morning.

My body lay bent over my desk, pussy filled with a hot throbbing cock once again, my blouse torn open, bra pulled down and bare breasts sliding against the desk. My ripped black panties lie on the floor on the outride of my desk as my skirt pushed to my waist. The image in my mind only offered proof of the slut I have become since moving here.

I let my mind and body go just as Mr. Sullivan slammed back into me lifting me off the floor. As he stay buried inside me I could feel his throbbing cockhead swell inside me, pushing my walls open then flooding me with the hot molten cum.

And just like that Mr. Sullivan withdrew his spent cock from me and hiked his pants back up, swatted me on my ass and called me a minx or something as I lie there like a cheap used whore.

Seeing Mr. Sullivan leaving the office with my cunt full of his hot cum, I felt humiliated but so turned on by him that I didn't move or speak a single word as the elevator door's opened and there was Mr. Johnson stepping out.

I couldn't make out what Mr. Sullivan said to my boss in passing but saw the high five which made my body shiver.