Office Audit Ch. 05

Noreen felt very pleased with herself. Her decision to help on the audit had been a master stroke. Not only had she learned all she needed to know, she had very carefully checked, deleted or shredded any records that led back to her.

The 'suspect' figure was now broken up and distributed across the accounts in such small amounts that they seemed trivial. So with the audit and the accounts now 'clean' and 'safe', why bother to seduce Fahad?

Two simple reasons compelled her.

Firstly, Fahad had actually tracked a figure down that she had thought was well hidden. If he did it once, he might do it again. What if he had found something she had known nothing about and turned the tables on her?

Secondly, Fahad was a 'rising star' in the company. She needed to attach herself to him in a way that could help her rise yet further in the company.

Yes, screwing the bosses was a solid way to get ahead but, Seths (bosses) were notoriously fickle in Pakistan. A sudden rise could be followed by a more sudden downfall. Besides, every man tires of a lover sooner or later. A 'plan-B' was always needed.

There was also one other point, perhaps ridiculous but to her a matter of pride.

No straight male had ever turned down the chance to 'have' her pride would not let him leave without her first fucking his brains out.

A more direct approach was needed with Fahad. She didn't have time to play slow seduction games with him. The quicker she got him into bed and under her control, the safer she would feel.

There had been moments when she thought he would make a move in response to her subtle encouragement but he had chickened out.

Her more obvious approach had also failed, although the hard cock pressing against her tummy as she had embraced him, showed that something was getting him hot.

Then again maybe he was a pervert who got horny over office furniture...

She was not used to being the sexual aggressor, men usually made a grab for her after she showed some interest. In her experience, most men were always horny and looking for a 'quick fuck' and took little time to 'ignite'.

Fahad was bucking the trend. She knew he wasn't gay, Anna had certainly proven that, so what was it?

She took in the reflection of her naked body in the full length mirror of her dressing room.

She had spent an hour carefully and thoroughly waxing her legs, pussy and arms until she was silky smooth. She ran her finger tips over her bald pussy to verify what her eyes told her. She was 'as smooth as a baby's bottom'. Her finger tips eased along her slit to confirm that there was no stubble or stray hairs.

She turned to her side and thought "Not bad" as she took in her image. Turning so her back was reflected, she patted her buttocks and pulled them slightly apart, as she leaned slightly forward. She had always feared that anal sex would some how deform her perfect butt; there seemed little evidence of a change for the worse. Her butt was as firm and tight as ever and her stomach and breasts showed no signs of sagging.

She had always been careful with what she ate. And her hectic work pace meant that meals were sometimes nothing more then a piece of fruit and a sandwich. She was no fool. Sex was going to open doors but skill was going to get her through them.

She now faced the mirror again and ran her fingers through her hair, checking her 'hair style' options using her hands to adjust her hair accordingly.

Sometimes she regretted not letting her grow longer while at other times, she wished she had been more brutal at her last hair dressing salon visit.

Still, her light brown hair with subtle red highlights was silky smooth and shoulder length. Letting her hair fall into the style it had been cut in, she appraised her figure again and wondered what Fahad's problem was. Was she losing her touch?

Rauf didn't have any complaints and she still got hot hungry stares off guys in the souks and in the lifts at the office. It wasn't a 'lack-of' or 'drop-in' sex appeal that was to blame. Fahad needed to be coaxed far more then previous lovers had.

She reached for the bottle of baby lotion and began to slowly apply it to her body. Her hands moved softly over her soft skin, working the fluid in as she thought of plans to get Fahad. ******* Fahad hesitated before signing the final 'adjusted' audit report. He felt uneasy. He had only Noreen's word that the suspect figure was related to the company's owners. He had felt that the figure was too 'hot' to look at too closely. So he had veered off its trail and left it 'hanging'.

His first inclination was to suspect Noreen but he had found nothing concrete to pin on her. Her explanation made sense but still, the only people who could confirm or deny it were the company owner and his son. He could always ask them, if he wanted to.

Somehow, he felt that accusing Noreen would be a risky thing at best and if they were ignorant of the figure that is what he would be doing. She gave off that self assured vibe that made you hesitate before taking her on. He also found her very appealing and would rather have her as a friend and hopefully a lover then an enemy.

Fantasies about 'blackmailing' her into becoming his 'sex slave', had teased him again in the early morning, but without hard evidence he was just going to get kneed in the balls and slapped stupid by her if he tried. Nothing short of a 'smoking gun' in her beautiful hands would do as evidence. It had to be 'career-ending' stuff if he was going to get her under his thumb and under him regularly. Sadly, he had found nothing.

Still the fantasies of making her suck him off in her office had woken him followed by one of him fucking her in the lift.

Simple straight forward stuff while he lay in bed.

They were in a lift, and he simply eased her back against the wall, undid his trousers and tugged her shalwar and panties down and fingered her pussy as he kissed her. Then with her pressed up against the wall and her legs wrapped around his waist, he had fucked her in time to his fucking his fist and achieved a very fulfilling and very productive 'gusher'. It had been a great way to shoot his load, solo.

It was strange that as much as he milked himself, the juice seemed to just refill his balls. It had to be the diet. He was eating well and eating healthy too. The only down side were the dark circles under his eyes.

He hated himself every time he stroked his demanding cock to ejaculation. He hated wasting all that energy and cum in teenage stuff, like 'jacking off'.

So it had taken a long time to actually loose his virginity but he never expected that he would become a jerk-off-addict as a result. Heck! He had expected loosing his cherry to be the beginning of a life of pussy, ass, tits and more pussy. Non-stop sex and all the time in the world to do it in....

He knocked on the door of Noreen's office to hand over the signed audit and show her the report.

They sat on either end of the sofa in a casual, friendly way.

He watched her as she read through it very carefully. She was certainly professional.

So engrossed was she that he had time to check her out.

She was wearing a south Asia Kurti (embroidered blouse) that was fitted to perfection. The fullness of her breasts and flatness of her stomach were very evident. He had no idea about such things but was she a 36 or a 38 bust? Either way, her tits were gorgeous.

She was wearing a pair of khaki trousers that hugged her hips and thighs lovingly.

Her white head scarf was on as it was most days and he realized that he actually had no idea what color her hair was or what style she preferred. He had, he realized assumed that she had dark silky hair like most south Asian women. Stupid really, he knew that women back home were eager to get the latest trendy style and experiment with hair color and high-lights. Besides dark...., what..., Black..., Brown? Then again she might as easily be a natural blond or red head depending on her family's origins.

"Nice work" She praised him, putting the report down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and asking him if he would like a coffee.

They made small talk as the coffee was served by the secretary and the final formalities were dealt with by Noreen who then had the audit sent off to head office.

Once the secretary had left them alone, Noreen leaned over and smiled warmly at him.

"You should be glad that is all over but you look so sad" She said fixing her warm and seductive gaze on him. It looked like genuine concern and he relaxed a bit.

"Yes well, it was THE BIG ONE for me" He said using his hands for emphasis.

"I understand all about 'big ones'' She said adding. "I think you are going to have a very bright future with the company. They, we, reward loyalty very handsomely".

"Chill out" She said leaning slightly forward and reaching her hand across to stroke his hand.

Fahad looked at her long delicate and beautifully manicured fingers and fingers nails and felt elated. Not only was her touch gentle it was dangerously enticing.

He looked at her and saw her warm caring smile and noticed that her position had made it possible for him to stare down her blouse as she leaned towards him.

He had a wonderful eyeful of her voluptuous breasts. His eyes seemed unable to leave the view on offer. Certainly the neck line plunged far deeper then at first appeared. She had a black bra on, a skimpy one that just lifted and pressed her tits perfectly.

It was a kick, seeing them and it naturally caused his prick to bulge in his pants.

Her cleavage was popping out of the blouse; the bare fleshed, creamy tanned valley between her boobs was just begging for a man to fondle them, suck them and squeeze them. He wanted to jerk off over them. That was his fantasy at that very moment. He had a flash of him shooting a rich creamy load of cum over them. His cum forming rivulets down the slops of her tits to flow down the valley between.

Fahad gently caught her fingers in a grip and held them tight. The image was so real he could almost feel his cock pulsate with each shot of cum.

She didn't pull away or scream she just seemed to expect it.

Fahad swallowed hard. The next few seconds were crucial.

A very hot, fuck! SEXY woman was making another move on him and he was certainly ready, willing and able to give her a good taste of his hard pulsating Lund, now he had to make his move.

He had decided (more out of disgust with himself then anything else), that Noreen was interested and she was giving him all the hints that any reasonable person would say was 'flirtatious'.

Hugging? Little remarks that carried double meanings and the brushes against him. Yes, she was flirting. Damn it! Anyone could see that, right?

Only his fear of an 'office scene' had stopped him, he told himself.

'Next time she makes a move, I will make mine' he had decided.

Well, there she was making it; did he have the balls to go for it?

Noreen had a surprised look on her face as he put her fingers to his lips and kissed them.

"Fahad, what are you doing?" She asked in a tense low voice that made the hairs on the back of his neck tingle.

"Kissing a beautiful woman's hand" He said heart racing with fear and anticipation.

"I love you" he said saying it more out of the 'pressure of the moment' then anything else. What else do you say to a woman you want to fuck? 'Lie down and open your legs baby?'

"I am a married woman and I love my husband' she said softly "we mustn't Fahad, it's too risky"

Now she hadn't said "NO" and she hadn't pulled away or made a fuss. As hard as his heart was beating, he felt confidence flow over him.

He turned her hand over and kissed her palm.

"Fahad, please..." she said watching him 'someone might come in....'

Fahad got up without releasing her hand and knelt in front of her, bending forward he kissed her on the lips. It was a shy, hesitant kiss, Lacking force or experience.

No one would come in. Noreen was the type of boss you NEVER interrupted without knocking at the door first.

"No," she said shaking her head but not making any move to escape him, 'we can't we mustn't we shouldn't"

Fahad with a confidence that was new to him where women were concerned replied "Yes we can. We must and we should" Kissing her again as he added 'we will"

Noreen pushed him away. He was hooked she knew, a sense of victory sweeping over her but, time now to revert to her usual role of the 'pursued'. Like all men she had to let him feel in was in control. Male ego was a useful tool at times

"Fahad. Please stop' she said softly "I like you and well, maybe I have shown it a bit too openly since I trust you but, I am married, with kids and it is wrong".

She looked at him, his eyes full of fire, his face flushed and she smiled inside. She had him right where she wanted.

Fahad was sweating and filled with energy. He looked at Noreen and felt that nothing and no one could stop him from pulling her into a lovers embrace and kissing her.

The sudden thought that maybe, at that very moment two burly security guards were racing to Noreen's office, (in response to a secret alarm she may have pressed) to beat him to a pulp, sent a cold chill down his spine. Then he smiled at his own paranoia.

She was not making a fuse. Not slapping him or screaming 'rape' she was waiting he knew, for his next move. A sense of power swept over him. He was in control. He could go for it or waste the chance.

He swallowed hard and leaned in for another kiss, more confident now and more forceful.

She seemed to slide down the sofa and he followed by sliding up, until he was hovering over her.

He was not aware of how but soon he found himself on top of her as she lay beneath him on the sofa.

His body pulsed with desire as his hard manhood slowly moved against her pelvis. It was a subtle, gentle movement that she seemed to respond too, although her legs remained firmly together even as her arms embraced him, her fingers moving through his hair as she returned his kiss with her own.

The sensuous promise that he had always imagined her mouth to hold was true.

Fahad had never really kissed.

Teenage games with teenage cousins or their friends hadn't prepared him for the pleasure that a kiss can give. She was teaching him, showing him 'how' and he was learning fast.

His hands moved to the full firmness of her breasts and he squeezed them.

She gasped and he knew he had squeezed too hard. Anna had never complained but then Noreen was not Anna.

She pushed him off her and said "No this is wrong! Fahad we must not do this".

Fahad ignored her and pressed himself back down on her.

They were soon kissing and sighing again. Cooing like love struck teenagers.

Noreen rolled him over until he slipped off the sofa onto the rug on the floor. She was now on him. Her legs parted and over his manhood, feeling him rub himself against her crotch, she teased him by moving her groin over his bulging shaft.

This was easy. He would pop his load in his shorts if she wanted him too and suddenly she wanted him to do just that.

She kissed him deeply on the mouth, her tongue invading his mouth and wrestling with his tongue. From his reaction she knew he was surprised and losing himself in the pleasure of it. It was a kick to find a guy who was so into kissing but so inexperienced at it.

As her tongue played with his, her hands moved over his face and through his hair, messing it up and sending his senses into over load. She moved her mouth to his ear and started to suck and lick the ear lobe, enjoying the sounds of his breathing and gasps of pleasure as her tongue moved over his neck, chin and back onto his mouth.

His hands were on her hips now, pulling her down hard as her mashed his cock against her. This was so erotic; a dry hump was something she hadn't done in years.

He was close she could tell, so close he was unsure what he was doing. Animal instinct was kicking in sending him wild as he humped her and gasped.

Fahad was lost in a dream. He couldn't care less about the fact that they were both still dressed. The pleasure erupting from his cock was wonderful.

Was she on him? Was she actually kissing him or was this another wet dream fantasy?

He squeezed at her hips, moving his hands onto her ass and squeezing it hard, pulling her down on him. He wanted to roll her over onto her back and mount her but the heavy wooden coffee table left no room for that.

She was moving her choot against him, teasing his prick in his already pre-cum soaked shorts to spurt.

Finally with no will to resist, he let go and shot a load into his shorts with a moan of despair.

Noreen kissed him, knowing that he had cum, made her own juices flow.

Noreen didn't say anything as he spurted his cum uselessly into his shorts. His shirt was damp with sweat and his eyes closed tight as he panted for breath.

She moved off him and stood up, fixing her clothing and headscarf.

Fahad lay with an arm folded over his eyes feeling relief, embarrassment and annoyed. He had cum in such a juvenile way. Losing it in his pants like a pimply faced teenager!

He looked up and raised himself into a sitting position. His shorts felt uncomfortably damp and sticky. He wanted a shower but that would have to wait.

He got up and sat on the sofa. Adjusting his now wet pants, as best he could, but was still uncomfortable.

Noreen looked at him and sitting down asked "What happened? I have never done that before. Did you, you know, in your pants?"

Embarrassed, Fahad nodded his head and then explained "I got too carried away".

"Yes, I guess you did" Noreen agreed adding "I was pretty turned on myself".

They sat a while in an awkward silence.

Finally, Fahad got up saying "I need to get to the hotel to shower and change"

Noreen nodded saying that she would drop him.