Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail (14 page)

At 6pm Claire left, seeming bright,
wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and saying she would work from home for the
next couple of days.

One by one, the rest of the staff left
too, until only Paolo remained in the main office. Zoe poked her head round her
door. “Paolo, do you mind just coming in here before you go, I need to discuss
something with you.” Paolo nodded and quickly finished off an email. “Thanks,
Paolo, have a seat. Now, listen, I have something important to discuss with
you. I’m afraid that today we’ve had to part company with Claire.”

“Really? Why?”

“Well, I think you know why, Paolo.” Zoe
pressed a button on her Mac and turned it around. Once more, the image of
Claire and Paolo’s passionate tryst swam onto the screen. Paolo could hear his
own low moans underneath the louder, more urgent sounds from Claire. He smiled
and then looked at Zoe’s face. She was not smiling. She stopped the video.

“You see, Paolo, sleeping with a
co-worker is a violation of our rules. It causes too many problems. And while
we would probably turn a blind eye to an affair should it be happening out
there,” she nodded towards the open plan office, “it absolutely cannot happen
between a boss and one of the employees.”

“I understand.”

“Sexual relations between a boss and an
employee is, well, it’s bad. It cannot be tolerated. It’s wrong. It’s
unacceptable.”

“It absolutely will not happen again.”

Zoe walked to the front of her desk and
leaned against it. “It’s against the rules, Paolo. It’s naughty. It’s dirty. It’s
filthy. It’s
depraved
.”

“I can only apologise.”

“You were a bad boy, Paolo. You were a
very, very bad boy. A woman has lost her job because of you. Because of your
wild, sexual actions, a woman has lost her livelihood. She might’ve lost her
husband too, if I hadn’t been so generous.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be, Paolo. Getting a woman
drunk like that. Pretending you fancied her. Pretending you wanted her. And
then making her come like that. So loud. So quickly. Like she was a virgin
who’d never been touched before… Wow. You were flawless, Paolo. God, you were
flawless
!”

“Just doing my job, ma’am.”

“Just doing your job. But doing it so
well
,
Paolo. So immaculately. I have to admit I wasn’t sure that she’d go for it.
She’s so perfect. She’d never cheat on poor Ben, her impeccable, loving
husband. But she did. She really did. Can anyone resist you, Paolo?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do know. Mmm… I have to
admit, it was pretty hot watching you fuck her. I did have a wonderful view of
that incredible arse of yours. Hmm… you really were fantastic. I think you need
a reward. Would you like a reward?”

“My promotion?”

“Oh, that goes without saying. Our new
Business Manager with a nice hike in wages. Of course. Just some due process to
be completed in the New Year. But I was thinking of something more…
immediate
.”
She glanced down at his crotch. He followed her gaze and then looked back up at
her. “Rub it,” she said. “Don’t take it out yet, just rub it.” He grinned and
began stroking at his penis through his trousers, quickly working himself to a
very visible erection. At the same time she reached under her belted, black Karen
Millen dress and pulled down her panties. She sat on the desk and watched him.
She was already wet. The thought of him fucking her former partner, of his
expertise making her scream in ecstasy, had got her very hot. And now, watching
him in front of her, seeing how hard he was getting, knowing that she would
soon get to have him once again for herself, she couldn’t help but hitch up the
stiff material of her dress and slide her hand up her thigh to begin feeling
her slickness.

She parted her legs a little to get a
better angle, and perhaps it allowed him a glimpse of her cunt, because she
heard him take a sharp intake of breath and saw his eyes grow a little larger.

She loved that fact that he was so turned
on by her. She had noticed it during the interview 10 months earlier. There had
been clear tension between them. She had caught him staring at her cleavage at
least twice, and he constantly addressed all his answers to her rather than
Claire. When they shook hands at the end, he held on for just a fraction longer
than necessary and Zoe knew she could have him if she wanted.

Of course, she was happily married and
she wasn’t interested in this young man, however dashing and flirtatious he
might be. But still, who didn’t enjoy a bit of harmless flirting in the office?
And their office was so female – it definitely needed a man to balance
things out a bit. He would probably end up being a civilising influence. She
put up a show of not being sure whether to hire him or not when it came to
decision time with Claire, but she knew he was the man for the job.

For the first few weeks, all went as
planned. He proved to be an excellent addition; he was charming, well mannered
and was warmly welcomed to the team by everyone. But whenever the two of them
spoke, she still saw that glint in his eye. She knew that he watched her and
that he wanted her, and she relished his attention. Of course, her voluptuous
figure and brash, flirty personality meant it was not unusual for her to bat
off an admirer every now and again, but Paolo was a little different. His
obvious longing flattered her. There were several very eligible, attractive
girls in the office, but while he was cordial with everyone and gently flirted
with most of them, the looks he gave Zoe veered on smouldering.

The sexual tension only grew. Zoe found
herself increasingly drawn to him and found projects for the pair of them to
work on together, alone. She loved her husband, naturally, but gradually she
began to fantasise more often about what it would be like to be with Paolo.
When she slept with her husband, she imagined he was Paolo and this brought out
an animalistic side of her that had lain dormant for years. It was as if she
was experiencing a sexual reawakening, yet Paolo had never even laid a friendly
hand on her.

For a while, this was enough. Her sex
life with her husband became more adventurous, more passionate, as she sought
to parlay her lust into her existing relationship. But soon, curiosity
returned. Sometimes, when she worked closely with Paolo and they were looking
at a chart or a document on a computer screen, she would catch his scent and
would have an almost overwhelming need to attack him, to just tear at his
clothes and let him ravish her on the floor, or on her desk. Her fantasies
became more vivid – one recurring daydream saw her plunging a hand into
his trousers and working his cock to a gushing climax inside his pants and then
staring into his eyes while she licked the cum from her fingers.

She wondered how he could do this, how he
could coax her into these thoughts without suggesting anything, without
touching her. But he could. Those eyes, that body, the way he spoke, his smile
– his deviant smile, like the grin of the Joker or the smirk of Chris
Noth, who played ‘Big’ in
Sex and the City
. A malevolent smile that
hinted at raw, feverish sex. He was irresistible.

It finally happened when he had been at
the company for a couple of months. They stayed late to work on a project and
had a couple of glasses of wine in the office. She was just topping up his
glass, standing perhaps a little too close, when she stopped pouring and tilted
her head towards his. Without delay, he kissed her. They both dropped their
glasses, sending wine careering over the carpet. Within seconds they were
fucking amorously on the floor.

After that it had become a regular thing.
They fucked in the office after hours, they fucked in hotels, they fucked at
his place. Zoe had always kept irregular hours, so her husband was never
suspicious. And, after a while, they began talking about the business more
honestly with each other. Zoe found that Paolo agreed with her on many issues
and he was aching to be let off the leash to help the company reach the heights
he believed it was capable of.

Secretly, subtly, they worked on Claire,
trying to persuade her to loosen her grip, but she wouldn’t budge. Finally, Zoe
had suggested, as a joke, that they should set her up and force her out the
company somehow. They laughed, but a couple of days later Paolo asked how
serious she was and Zoe realised that she had not been totally joking. When he
suggested seducing her, Zoe was dead against it, but the more she thought about
it, the more she believed it was an easy way to get what the company needed.
And it would be the best thing for everyone, too. No one would really get hurt:
Claire would get a bit of a shock, but she’d bounce back. She was a good
businesswoman. She’d have another idea or get a nice job running the accounts
of another fashion firm. And Zoe would get the chance to truly assert her
vision on the company.

“Unzip,” she said, breathlessly. “I want
to see it.” He pulled at his briefs and let her see the top half of his dick.
He continued stroking, not taking his eyes away from the spot between her legs.
She hitched her dress a little higher so he could see the tops of her
stockings. He watched as her arm moved back and forth and he knew she was
pushing a finger, maybe two, inside her burning pussy. She stared at his cock,
enjoying the anticipation. “Is that the cock that fucked my former partner?”
she asked.

“Yes, baby.”

“Naughty, naughty cock. How hard did it
make her come?”

“Very hard. I could feel her cunt
squeezing it as she came.”

“Could you now? Come here,” she begged.
He knelt on the floor in front of her and pushed his head between her thighs.
She pulled her dress up further. Within seconds she felt his mouth on her
vulva, she felt him drinking her in, lapping at her sweet essence. She pulled
the dress right up to her stomach so she could watch him gorge himself. She
stretched her legs wide and looked down at his lush hair, his head bobbing
gently as his tongue raced from her hole to her clit.

She leant back a little, inviting him in
further, supporting herself with one hand on the desk behind her, and then with
her free hand she jostled for space with his tongue. Two of her fingers found
her clit and she began massaging it, while at the same time his tongue coated
her fingers with her sweet honey and his own saliva. He darted between her
fingers, licking them and her button, and then circling her opening. He used
his tongue to persuade her to move further down, he pushed at her digits, leading
them to her hole. She slid her fingers inside and he licked all around their
base. When she withdrew them he grabbed her wrist and took both fingers in his
mouth, murmuring appreciation at her sweet taste. Then, as she rubbed her clitoris
once more, he forced his tongue as deep as he could, so deep his nose was
pressing hard against her fingers as she worked them around her most sensitive
spot. He tongue-fucked her, jerking his head forward and back, until her juice
began to run down his chin.

Zoe felt her whole body begin to seethe,
but she didn’t want to come just yet. She held herself back, even though she
felt like a volcano ready to erupt. Instead, she shoved his forehead away and
as he moved, pushed his shoulders too, making him take his seat once more.

He sat down, a smile on his face, licking
her nectar from his lips. She hopped off the desk and sank to her knees. His
long cock stood before her, his balls still obscured by his pants, and she
pounced on it, taking him as deep as she could in her mouth. She loved sucking
him. She dreamt about it. His taste, his power, his perfect shape – it
was never less than paradise to suck him off and hear him groaning in pleasure.
She loved to swallow every last drop of his cum, and, whenever he did orgasm,
she would continue licking and devouring even while he begged her to stop. She
ran her lips up and down his full length six, seven times. “Did she suck you,
baby?”

“No.”

Four more strokes with her mouth. “I
know. I was glad about that.” Four more caresses. “This is for me only. Only
I
get to suck you.” Four more quick, jerky movements. “Only I get to eat your
delicious spunk.”

“Oh fuck, Zoe.”

She enclosed a fist around him, stopped
guzzling him, and just plucked at him while looking into his eyes. “You like it
when I own your cock baby?” He nodded. “I could make you come just like this,
couldn’t I?” He gasped and nodded again. “Make you shoot straight in the air,
all over your Ralph Lauren shirt, all down your exquisite Alexander McQueen
trousers, leaving a dirty great stain on them, couldn’t I?” He nodded, and she
felt his breathing intensify and become irregular. “I’d lick it all off for
you, Paolo.”

She stood up, unbuckled the belt on her
dress, and turned around. Deftly, he unzipped her and she wriggled out of it.
He threw off his jacket while she removed her bra, and then he rid himself of
his shoes, trousers, socks and pants.

She reached out and clasped his cock in
her fist and yanked him towards her. They kissed, tasting each other’s sex on
their lips, and staggered back to the desk until her bare ass rested against
the corner of the wood. She looked behind her and then, smiling, knocked a
glass, a calendar, her entire in-tray, and a couple of photo frames onto the
floor. She skittered onto the desk and then, bravely, threw the laptop into the
air and watched it land reasonably safely on her seat. Zoe turned her attention
back to Paolo. She looked into his gorgeous eyes just for a second before
falling backwards and pulling him on top of her. Within seconds his stiff
muscle was making long, lingering strikes deep inside her, crashing against her
G-Spot and forcing her to grip either side of the desk as waves of lust spread
through her body.