The Account Manager (closed for IntriguedLover)

"Did you lock the door?" he managed to get out between gritted teeth as her hand moved up his thigh. Her nod was all he needed to explode into motion.

Standing, he hooked his hands under her armpits and yanked her upright, then bodily manhandled her into a sitting position on the conference table. Crushing her against him in a deep, passionate kiss, he fumbled at his belt to free it; his pants tumbled to the ground to pool around his ankles. Pushing her dress urgently above her knees to her waist, he revealed a tiny little thong that covered the treasure he sought.

He roughly and quickly pushed his shorts down his thighs, freeing his straining shaft. With one hand he pulled the flimsy fabric of her G-string to one side and pushed forward into her, as deep as he could reach. Her pussy was so wet, it didn't offer any resistance.

"What do I want?" he growled as he began thrusting hard and fast. "I want you!" And he began to pump in earnest, hard and fast, as he wrapped one arm around her back and mashed his lips to hers, pushing in with his tongue insistently.
 
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"Oh holy hell," she managed to get out before he pushed into her, bringing a deep groan from her throat as she returned his kiss. His cock already so hard and standing straight at attention. "Oh Ben.." she said when they broke the kiss for him to slam into her over and over again. He began fucking her at a strong pace, her hips gliding slightly across the table as he fucked her.

She had never been with such man as he is. "Fuck," she moaned out as her pussy began responding, gripping him for all he's got. "I just thought you wanted a BJ," she spoke between breaths.

She pulled him in closer, wrapping her legs around his waist, turning his head slightly to nibble on his ear which only seemed to drive him wilder with passion!
 
He was possessed. He wanted to penetrate her to her core, he wanted to own her. He thrust, and pounded, and pummeled that delicious pussy for all he was worth. He was battering down doors, he was battering down years--years of stultifying sameness, years of getting by, of playing safe, or doing The Right Thing.

None of that mattered, now. He felt her trembling, writhing, squirming under his relentless battering. She wrapped her legs around him and gripped him tightly, urging him on. When she bit his earlobe, it was too much.

He exploded in orgasm, fireworks firing off behind his eyes. He knew he was probably too quick for her, that he had cum too soon, and none of that mattered one bit. It was what it was: he'd wanted her, he'd taken her, and now he was shooting his seed deep insider her, marking her as his.

"Unghhh!" he gasped as he hosed her insides with his jism. He bucked and trembled. Oh, Sweet Jesusssss!!!

Then it was past, and he was spent, emptied...
 
"Oh fuck Ben!" she managed to scream out, but keeping her tone down. She came around his cock as he fucked her, she had gotten enough stimulation to be able to cum for him.

She squirmed under him as he filled her sex with his hot cream, causing her to collapse on the table, his cock still within her. "That was so...fucking...hot.." she moaned to him. Lunchtime was nearing it's end and she knew they had to get cleaned up.

"Ben, we're going to be caught," she said getting up and straightening herself enough to keep his seed within her until she could get to the ladies' room to clean up without it being visible.

She pulled her hair down and straightened it to give her a better look. "How about after work, my place for an hour. I have some new things for you to test.." She gave him a deep kiss before heading out the door, pulling it behind her heading to the bathroom.
 
He shakily bent to pull his pants up, slowly getting himself together. When he was tucked in, zipped up, and straightened around, he just stood for a moment leaning on the edge of the conference table, head hanging.

It had been so intense, so virulent, that sudden overpowering surge of lust, that utter need to shove his throbbing cock deep into that sweet snatch.... it shook him, to know that he was capable of such a thing. You're a grown man, Ben,the voice said, not some hormone-soaked teenager straight from Sex Ed class and ready to burst at the slightest touch...

She was right. It couldn't happen again; the risk was too great. He would have to be on guard, always, around her. But oh, how sweet it had been...

He finally raised his head, squared his shoulders, and unlocked the conference room door. Lunchtime was almost over, and he needed to stop by the men's room to clean up a bit before returning to his office.

As he stood before the mirror, having splashed some water on his face to cool it, he idly wondered, New things to 'test'? What exactly did she mean by that? What 'things'? And how 'test' them?

It didn't matter, for now. He would swing by her place after work and find out. He couldn't stay long, not tonight; he was expected home at his usual time. Tonight was not one of his after-work meeting nights.

Which brought up a different thought: in two days, he was scheduled to meet with Cassie after hours. The office would probably be empty, as it usually was during his after-hours sessions...
 
She walked out of the ladies' room after cleaning up to the best of her ability with what was in there. She went back to her desk and looked at the calendar on her computer. "Damn, an after-hours meeting in 2 days?" She knew that it was unavoidable, but what just happened might happen then too with everyone out of the office but them.

She saw him coming out of the Men's room and glanced in his direction. She knew he couldn't come over tonight for long, but maybe they could plan for their 'sexcapade' in two days with the array of things she got in the mail. She had ordered about 2 dildos and a rabbit tickler and other things that he could use on her and she would want him to use on her.

She went through the rest of the work day busy with clients. Henry would be back in a few days and she'd have a lighter workload, but still be quite busy. She needed to take her findings to Ben's office and leave them on his desk for him to look over tomorrow.
 
Ben vacillated for the rest of the day between the poles of Oh, God, I'm totally fucked and Damn, that was soooo gooood.... He managed to get through it, though how he wasn't exactly sure...

He saw her leave first, her coat over her arm, her behind swaying fetchingly and her magnificent chest jiggling slightly as she walked to the elevator in her Come Fuck Me Pumps. He waited for about five minutes to give her a head start, then followed.

Once in his car, he quickly drove around to her place, parked in a Visitor spot, and made his way to the building's entry. As he leaned on the buzzer for her flat, he wondered what in the hell she had up her sleeve...
 
She got home and slipped into a small negligee, then the buzzer rang signalling that someone was there. "Come on up," Cassie said, pushing the button to allow him in.

When he got up to the door, she opened up for him, "Sorry for keeping you waiting, I was setting out the array of things for you to test in a few days.." She showed him into the bedroom and led him to the bed covered in numerous sex toys. "I thought when we have our after work-day meeting, you could test these..." she paused, "On me.."

She knew he was hard and couldn't stay long, "I could give you a BJ before you go home so you're not uncomfortable."
 
Ben was speechless. He had not expected anything along these lines.

He looked at her, so incredibly sexy in that little almost-there negligee, then at the daunting array of things spread out on the bed. Hell, he didn't even know what half of them were, much less how they were used. All of a sudden he felt very, very intimidated. Obviously this young lady knew more about the pure pleasure side of sex than he did...

He had had the thought over the years to try one or two of these things on Gloria, just to spice things up a bit. But she had adamantly declined. Her strict upbringing wouldn't allow her to even consider inserting buzzing or gyrating objects into her body, much less experiment on him with any of them. So his knowledge base was woefully inadequate for the situation he now faced.

But none of us were born with this knowledge the sudden thought came. It was the voice of one of his professors at school back when he was getting his degree, and it made sense to him now. A man has to start learning somewhere, and what better time/place than with a complete sex goddess like Cassie?

He turned back to her, his lust springing to savage life again, as it had back in the office. "Yes," he managed to get out through his constricted throat. "Yes, I'd like that very, very much..."
 
She dropped to her knees and pulled loose his belt, unzipping his pants, letting them fall to the floor. "You want this to last, or you want it done quick," she said before she took his throbbing erection in to her mouth. She wanted to give him good pleasure at the same time as wanting to get him home so he wouldn't be in trouble.

She licked the underside of his cock, making his head throw back. She nibbled on the side of his rod, teasing the tip with her wet thumb, flicking the slit slightly to bring moans from him. She took his entire length into her mouth, the head of it hitting the back of her throat as she began to deep throat him. She pulled his hands up onto her head so he could guide her head gently.

She reached around and grabbed his ass with her hands, pulling his hips into her, letting her face slightly hit against his groin as she bobbed up and down on his cock. She moaned slightly, sending pleasure into his body as she felt him swell up. She backed off a bit and sucked on just the cock-head to taste his precum. "Does it feel good, Ben?"
 
"Oh...my...God..." was all he managed to get out. "Yes, Cassie...that's...amazing..."

He started pumping into her mouth, moving his hips in time with her sucking. He couldn't help it; the pleasure she was inducing compelled him to move. He took firm hold of her head, trying to be careful not to grip too hard but unable to judge--the other sensations were just too overwhelming.

Faster and faster he pumped, her mouth sucking movements matching him. Ohhhhh....Godddd!
And he was cumming, without warning, shooting thick streams of man-goo into her open throat, shaking all over. Explosions of pleasure fired off at random in various parts of his body, concentrating in his groin and balls. He held her head still as he crested the wave, afraid he'd hurt her if he plunged too deeply into her mouth and throat.

And then it was past, and he was utterly, utterly spent. His knees were weak; he sat down suddenly, pulling his rapidly softening cock from her mouth. Wearily he gathered her in to his chest, caressing and stroking her. "Oh, Cassie, Cassie..." he murmured. Just that. Words could not adequately express how wonderful she felt to him, just holding her in his arms.
 
She felt him swell and throb one last time and he let out a groan straight from his gut as his hot sticky seed filled her mouth. She swallowed every bit and licked him clean before she guided him to the seat for him to collapse. When he pulled her in closer to him, she moaned as she laid her head on his chest. "Oh, Cassie, Cassie..." was all that came from his mouth at that moment.

"I know, I hope it was good for you, Ben," she said to him, hoping that she had pleased him enough. He had come by her place with the intent of seeing what she had up her sleeve and she completed that with giving him the best blowjob she had to offer him. She looked at the watch on his wrist, "I believe your misses will be wanting you now," she said with a smile as she attempted to help him pull his pants on.
 
He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay here, cocooned in her presence, forever, and never have to worry about changing the oil, or making sure that the accounts were doing well, and whether he would have enough to retire on, and what to buy Gloria for their anniversary, or anything, ever again.

But we don't always get what we want.

Home, he thought. Gotta go home...

He looked down at the sweet woman-child in his arms. "Good? Cassie, it was...astonishing. Amazing. Transporting. It was the most incredible experience of my life to date." He kissed her softly on the crown of her head. 'You astonishing, amazing, wonderful woman..."

She tried to help him with his pants, but it was a fiasco. Finally he gently but firmly pushed her hands away and finished alone. She was so eager to please him. Where did that come from? What had he done to deserve that level of...devotion? adulation? He had no word for it. He only knew that it humbled him to see it in her. She deserved his best, and he vowed to give it to her.

Finally he was put together. Drawing her to him for one last tender kiss, he said, "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetling. And in two days' time, you can instruct me on how to use all...this." He indicated the array of devices lying scattered across the bed. "Until then..."

And he walked slowly to the doorway, and out.
 
"Oh I'm certain you know what a few of these do," she said with a warm smile. She walked with him to the door and gave him a quick kiss on the neck, "See you tomorrow, you sexy beast.." She watched him walk down the hallway to the elevator.

She loved him and for some reason, she knew he loved her too. She closed the door and walked to her bedroom to see the display before her. "Hmm, now what to take on that day," she thought out loud, wanting to take not too much as to draw attention, but just enough to make the occasion special.
 
All that long drive home Ben thought about Cassie, and him, and the nature of their burgeoning relationship.

Was it merely lust? Yes, there was that; he couldn't look at her now without getting instantly hard, and he knew she wanted him, too. Last night, and her open invitations, left no doubt on that score.

But was there something else, here? Was he crushing on this girl? Had he "fallen in love" with her? It seemed to him that he felt more than just a physical attraction, but he couldn't define it. He loved Gloria, that was true without question. She had fulfilled him in ways he hadn't even know he lacked, and he still felt warmth wash over him whenever he looked at her. But did he love Cassie, too?

Can a man love more than one woman at a time, he wondered? He'd heard of such things, 'polyamory' was the technical term for it, He had dismissed the idea, but now he wasn't so sure... He only knew that above and beyond making his dick instantly leak pre-cum, just seeing her made his day brighter, colors more vivid, lines sharper, the air warmer...

He shook his head. It wasn't something he could figure out now; it was too complex, to tangled. He'd have to think about it hard for a long time. What he did know was that in two days he would get to taste that sweet body again, and that thought had him at three-quarter-mast, even after he'd totally burned out his desire--or so he had thought!--in the most glorious blowjob he'd ever had.

And all those toys! She was much more open sexually, and experienced, than he had been at that age, or even at his present age. He didn't know what half of those things were, or how they were used, but she obviously did. Ben, the voice in his head said, I have the feeling that you are in for the most amazing time of your life...
 
Cassie chose the rabbit tickler and large dildos, 3 different speed vibrators and an egg for him to control and tease her with. She put them in a briefcase to put under her desk until it was time.

She went to bed that night, thinking of him again. Oh god, Cassie, get a hold of yourself. This man has a wife and family. She tossed and turned for a majority of the night, But I can't stand it, I love him, I love how he makes me feel. It's bliss. She turned back over and finally fell asleep.

The next day was just torture.. Henry came back to work a few days early. He took a majority of her workload, sure that was nice. But now Henry was acting as if she didn't belong there and didn't care if she was there anymore. He had made that clear when she handed his clients back over to him. She sat at her desk for a majority of the day looking through files not knowing what was going on. Had someone in the office found out about her and Ben and that's why they were singling her out?
 
Ben was feeling as low as he had ever felt. Henry was back. Days earlier than expected. It was a disaster.

What had only a few short days before been a pain in his ass, namely meeting with Henry's fill-ins in the evenings, had been magically transformed into a golden opportunity to have easy clandestine liaisons with Cassie. But that had now disappeared in a puff of smoke. He no longer had any reason to meet with her, and no longer had any legitimate excuse to stay late of an evening.

The sudden, unexpected window of opportunity had just as suddenly and unexpectedly slammed shut on his fingers, and they hurt, damn it!

You'll just have to figure something else out, the voice in his head said. Funny how it no longer warned him to run as fast as he could away from the situation, from her. Well, yeah, but what? he answered it, and it was silent.

Well, others had figured it out, so would he. Would they. She was as much a part of this as he was, and maybe she had some ideas on the matter. He resolved to go talk to her about it.

He took a few sheets of paper from his desk at random, and started off down the hall. It was a trick he'd learned long ago from one of the older senior partners who was not nearly as stiff and staid as he had looked.

"If you want to just go talk to someone, just shoot the breeze for a while," the old fellow had said, "take one or two pieces of paper with you and hold them in your hand as you're talking. If you're just standing or sitting around chatting, then everyone wants to know what the hell you're doing, and maybe someone gets upset about it.

"But if you're holding a piece of paper, everyone assumes you're talking about what's on the paper, and they ignore you." He'd winked at Ben. "The paper renders you invisible. Which is an invaluable trick, sometimes..."

He was excited to see her today--they'd exchanged glances and nods in the morning, but nothing since--but when he got to her desk, she looked so despondent he forgot what he had wanted to talk to her about, and instead asked, "What's the matter? What's wrong?"
 
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Cass snapped back to reality when she heard him from behind, "Oh Mr. Crawford, sorry..I'm just not in focus that well today.." She turned towards him and had a sad look on her face. "May I speak about it with you in the conference room?" She got up and led the way. She walked in and sat down on the chair.

She was wearing a very green dress and she crossed her legs as to not seem unprofessional. There were windows in the office and everyone could see so nothing could go on even if they wanted it to. "Henry came up to me today and grabbed my ass while I was copying some things for a client. He asked me if I had been a good stooge and done his work while he was gone."

She really didn't want to get Henry in trouble, but what she said next my just get him in hot water. "He said he knows.." She looked down and a tear started to come to her eye. "He said he saw me with you at D'Georgio and if I don't sleep with him, he'll tell your wife.."

"I told him that I don't know what he's talking about," she continued. "He said he was just checking, maybe it was just you at the restaurant with Mrs. Crawford and since he was sick, he couldn't see well." She stood up, "It was a close call, we have to be more careful, Ben.." She regretted telling him this, she was afraid and yet she didn't care and wanted to do more with him, but at the risk of their jobs?
 
Ben was stunned. For a moment he couldn't think. At all. He was looking at her, but he didn't see her. All he saw was his worst fears realized--Gloria divorcing him, losing his job, losing his house...

Get a grip, man! Think! You have a brain; for the love of God, USE it! The voice was right; panic wasn't called for--yet.

The first problem to deal with was being caught. He hadn't seen Henry at the restaurant; how many other people that worked here could have seen them together that night? He hadn't been thinking straight. There was no place that was safe; he didn't know where everyone at the firm lived, or played, or their kid's schools--it would be impossible to track them all.

There was only one answer: they couldn't be seen together in public, ever again. They could never know who might be just passing by and casually glance over...

The thought made him incredibly sad. There were so many things he had wanted to show her, share with her, places he wanted to take her. That night had been...magical...

But that thought was dead on arrival. No more shows, clubs, galleries...hell, they couldn't even walk in the park together--well, maybe they could do that, but it would have to be on a strictly no-touch basis, which would be difficult but not impossible, and in daylight only...

He would have to think of someplace safe for their trysts. He knew some men kept "love nests" in the city, apartments they paid for but never stayed in, just to have a safe place to take their lovers. He couldn't afford that, nor could he hide the bills from Gloria--she kept the household books, and she would ask questions.

"I'll think of something, sweetheart. I'll think of a way for us to be together. Don't worry. It may take a while, but I'll think of something."

The second, and bigger, problem was Henry. Ben had never liked Henry; the other man had always been condescending, rude to his subordinates and kiss-ass to his superiors, fake through and through. Ben had mostly avoided him if he could, but now...now he was threatening someone he cared about, and it wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all.

Even if they found a way to be together secretly, Ben knew that Henry would never stop pressuring Cassie. He'd always be snooping around, trying to look down her blouse, brushing up against her "accidently", etc. Henry had been getting away for years with behavior which was unprofessional and inappropriate and which might have gotten him fired. But he was cagy, and always managed to skirt the edge of disaster.

And if Cassie complained, she could get fired. And if Ben complained, that would draw unwanted attention and questions as to why he was going to bat for her, seeing as she was not his direct report.

It was a dilemma, and not one that he could see an easy way to solve.

"Don't worry, Cassie. I'll think of something." He risked patting her hand. "I'll text you later, okay?"

As he heaved himself to his feet, he stopped for a moment and looked down at that sweet face. "I guess you've already figured out that we can't see each other tomorrow." She nodded, sadly. "I'm sorry, sweetie. But soon, I promise. Soon."

He walked out of the conference room and back to his desk like a man going to the gallows.
 
Ooohhh she hated Henry for butting in where he didn't belong. He was such a moron and a philanderer. He was married too and had a baby at home. She could easily solve the Henry problem since she knew his wife. They had gone to high school together, but that might cause a problem with Ben and his wife. She didn't know what to do.

When Ben left the room, she sat there for a moment before another co-worker came in to use it with clients. She got up and didn't know what to do. Was Henry stalking her and she didn't know it? She walked back to her desk and sat down. She didn't have any other clients today, she just had to sit there until work was over.

When it was, she headed home. She was distraught and had hoped that tomorrow would still happen, but Ben had said it wouldn't. She didn't know what to do. She walked into her flat and threw the briefcase on the floor she had been going to take with her tomorrow. It flipped open and the toys went flying.

She took her dress off and laid on her bed looking at her phone on the nightstand. "Please..please let him still want me.." Then at that moment her phone vibrated with a message.
 
Ben thought hard about his two problems all afternoon, and he hit on a temporary solution to the first--getting together with Cassie again--and a vague idea started to form as to what to do about Henry. It was risky, but if it allowed him to be with Cassie without interference from that direction...

He pulled off the highway and took out his phone. He eschewed the new 'smart phones'; he was old-fashioned enough that a phone in his mind was for making phone calls, not for texting, downloading webcasts, surfing the web, etc. So he patiently beeped and beeped and beeped through the key characters to agonizingly form his message, then hit 'send'.

Imagining how good it feels to have my arms around you. Will try to call later. was all he said.

Then he pulled back into traffic and headed home...
 
She read his text and laid back on the bed, thinking about how to reply.. She sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at her phone, his text, echoing in his voice in her mind.

"I'll be waiting, my sexy man..imagining your body next to mine, warm and sensual." was what she texted.

The end of the day was always the hardest.. Coming home after work, her feet killing her, not knowing what to eat. She walked into her kitchen and grabbed a bowl of cereal, sitting at the bar to await his call. If he called at all.
 
He had spent part of the afternoon searching online for motels close by that weren't too expensive. He couldn't go to her place--too risky. Someone might see him enter her building, and then the suspicions and questions would start...

He had found one, a slightly downscale place. He drove by it on the way home; it looked okay. Not the place he'd have preferred to take her, but okay.

Then he had to find a reason to stay in town tomorrow night. He had hit on one; it wouldn't be a permanent solution, but it would work once. He was a Civil War buff, and Gloria knew it; his bookshelves were full of books on Lincoln, and Grant, and Lee, and Jackson, and Bull Run, and Antietam, and Gettysburg...

So when he got home that night, he gradually brought the conversation around to that. "You know, there's a Civil War Roundtable in town that meets tomorrow night. I was thinking of going, if that's okay with you..." Gloria had said, "Sure? Why not? Go. Have fun."

So that part was set. Now he just had to tell Cassie about it all...

He went out in the back yard to call--it wouldn't do to have Gloria overhear. He dialed Cassie's number, and waited while it rang, and rang...
 
She walked around the apartment, choosing her clothes for work the next day. She didn't have much to do while she waited. Then, the phone rang. She looked at it for a few seconds before deciding to answer.

"Hey..." she said answering the phone. He explained about the plan to go to the hotel on 63rd Avenue and she thought about it. It would be easier to meet at a hotel. She'd have to get the stuff back in the briefcase to take with her then. "Well, I'd have to see. What time would it be?"
 
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