The Toes That Bind

She was pressing her body against his hard enough to fuse them together, and her constant grinding against him was all that kept that from happening. Her crotch pushed against his and her hips kept that pressure on. By now she had managed to push her tongue once again into his mouth, and she sighed as it explored that moist cavern....and his tongue now happily returned the favor.

When Lynn eventually pulled her face back from Michael's, her eyes darted all about as she examined his eyes, looking for the same lust she felt. It was there, deep inside, but being restrained....and at this point, she was determined not to allow him the luxury of restraint when she herself had lost it.

"Lynn, honey," he chuckled, face flushed with excitement, "what's going on? I don't get it. I thought...."

"Oh, Michael," she groaned, "just shut up, will you, please? And get those delicious lips back over here."

She again grabbed his head, her mouth open as if to suck him entirely into herself. This time he resisted much less. His mouth opened to greet hers, and they kissed passionately, tongues and lips an erotic blur of feverish activity. His eyes, however, looked past her at the still vibrating door.

At length, Lynn again released him, but only long enough to stride quickly back to that door, where a single fluid motion seamlessly closed and locked it. Even in her heated condition, Lynn couldn't help but smile as she thought of all the times her own office door had been locked, and of the pleasures that followed. She turned and looked at Michael, an intensely wicked grin curling her ravenous lips. Her eyebrows formed an evil V shape above her glinting eyes, and she looked for all the world to be a grinning, salacious Grinch. Michael's already tingling manhood throbbed and inflated at the mere sight of her.

"Oh, my.." he chuckled, his plight finally dawning on him, "I see now what you want me to do for you. But," he hesitated, "here? I mean, at work? We've got so much to do. What if..?"

The words stopped, his every thought arrested by the sight of Lynn's catlike prowl as she slowly advanced upon him...as if seeking prey. Her stalking advance took the breath out of him, and the crotch of his pants suddenly felt overwhelmingly binding. The tightness increased when Lynn's tongue licked her lips as her eyes roamed from his mouth to his shoulders to his chest and downward....where they spotted her intended prey.

With a final lick of her lips, the stealthy hunt came to an end.

"Oh, look," she purred, "you've spilled coffee on your nice, clean shirt. Here, honey, let me take care of that for you." She tried to be slow and seductive, but the heat between her legs was making her fingers work feverishly and spastically at the buttons. All the while her fingers stumbled from button to button, her mouth assaulted his.

By this time, Michael's hands had moved around Lynn's body and were firmly reacquainting themselves with her bottom. Just as he was squeezing both of her cheeks with conviction, she had completed the unbuttoning process and was ripping his shirt out of his pants. Both were by now panting and mauling each others mouths. Lynn literally ripped Michael's shirt down and off his arms, her lips only briefly leaving his throughout the entire procedure. All thought of workplace and daily duties had flown out the window...and if Lynn had tossed Michael's shirt with any more energy, it would have followed.

Lips locked, lungs gasping for air, the two fumbled at each others clothing. As hands clawed at zippers and clasps and still more buttons, Lynn slowly but relentlessly pushed Michael backwards, neither of them caring where that backward advance might lead. Wherever Michael's back met resistance was where the sex would happily take place.

As it turned out, Michael's thighs hit his office chair first. The advance continued, pushing the chair backward now also, until it met a filing cabinet, rolled sideways and became lodged in a corner between the file cabinet and the wall. And since the volcanically aroused couple continued to stumble along their heated path, it was inevitable that they would somewhere take a tumble.

Michael lost his balance and flailed backward. Lynn, still exploring his mouth with her tongue, fell with him. The fused couple landed in the trapped chair. The kissing and groping never missed a beat. Lynn was now only wearing her panties, and her bra was dangling from one shoulder. Michael's pants were down around his ankles, his shoes keeping them from being set free. Lynn had already worked his briefs down below his buttocks and his cheeks sighed relief as they came to rest in the chair - Lynn liked Michael's firm behind and her hands had been giving it a thorough kneading and groping.

Lynn sat on the ends of Michael's thighs, just above his knees, while his calves tried vainly to dislodge the pants that were still confounded by the shoes. One of Michael's hands got lucky and managed to grab her dangling bra, flinging it to some unknown destination. That same hand immediately found the former occupant of that bra, fondling and squeezing the soft flesh and taut nipple. Lynn moaned into Michael's mouth.

No longer having to worry about stumbling about the office, the two got down to the business at hand. Both of Michael's hands now squeezed and explored Lynn's breasts. Their tongues danced together in a waltz of lust. Lynn's hands were playing on Michael's chest until one of them got the idea to probe lower. It was just as her fingers touched the furry base of his penis that she felt thumbs and forefingers gently squeezing her nipples. The electric charge caused by the nipple-squeezing made her own fingers jerk and grab Michael's thick, throbbing manhood. They moaned into each others mouths now.

"Oh, Michael.......God, you feel so good," Lynn panted.

"You too, baby.....you are so, sooooo sexy."

She started stroking his shaft, slowly from the base to the head. His hands left her breasts and slipped themselves into her panties, pushing them down off the cheeks he rubbed and squeezed. To replace the missing stimulation on her nipples, Lynn sat up enough to push one of those nipples into Michael's hungry mouth. He sucked it voraciously, licking the tip of her aroused nipple as he did.

Lynn's stroking was slightly increasing in tempo, and she squeezed him harder. His long, thick muscle responded with more intense throbbing, and a tiny glistening drop at the head. Michael pulled Lynn tighter against himself, still sucking first one, then the other breast. With her close to him, he was able to slip her panties down to mid thigh, and then slide one hand between her legs. She was dripping with desire. As his fingers probed in the pink folds of her steaming sex, he looked up and could see her moaning at the ceiling... eyes shut....mouth open....tongue moving about in her mouth as if needing something to lick.

"Oh, God, Michael.....I can't take it anymore!"

She let him go on sucking her nipples, but she pulled her aching pussy away from his prying fingers. She needed something larger inside her now. Holding his throbbing cock in her hand, she moved herself forward and pushed the swollen head against her dripping slit. Michael, enjoying her succulent breasts, was only barely aware of what was about to happen.

Lynn took one last look at the purplish, engorged head before she greedily impaled herself on it, thrusting herself down hard, burying Michael deep inside her. Again they both moaned, and Michael nipped Lynn's nipple with his teeth. That tiny nip seemed to excite Lynn even more, if such a thing could be possible.

Up and down Lynn rode his manhood. Michael had difficulty keeping his mouth on her breasts, catching them whenever he could during her upward and downward jaunt. Where they had before been biting each others lips, each of them now bit their own lips to avoid screaming or crying out.

Michael huffed and groaned slightly with each pounding on his lap, still valiantly trying to capture bouncing breasts between lips and teeth. It was a while before he realized his hands were now free and could capture those glorious globes for his hungry mouth. As soon as the realization came to him, his hands did just that. Lynn, back arched and glazed eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling, was humping him furiously, bouncing and slamming onto his lap like a continually pounding piston of an unstoppable engine.

Michael had never seen Lynn so erotically charged...so insistently sexual....so.....horny. Sex between them had always been excellent, but she was never like this before. She was like an animal...lustful...carnal...even delightfully predatory in her need for sexual release. As much as he loved her, and as many times as they'd made love, he'd never seen her even remotely like this before.....and he sure wasn't going to complain about it.

Lynn continued to assault his love muscle with her dripping sex. Her hair was flying about with each up and down cycle, and that sight in itself was arousing for Michael. Lost in passion, he was now nipping frequently at her nipples, sucking them hard, almost chewing them. Either Lynn didn't notice, or she enjoyed it.

After a deliciously long time of riding Michael's erection, Lynn's rhythm suddenly became much faster. She was panting so hard and fast that Michael thought she might pass out. But that was far from the case. She looked down at Michael and put her hands on his shoulders. The look in her eyes was feral, hotly intense. She licked her lips and snarled down at him, "Suck them hard, Michael....very, very hard! That'll put me over the edge! Now, Michael....SUCK!"

Suck he did. As hard as he could, taking her breast forcefully into his mouth, teeth chewing as he sucked. Lynn's head again flew backward, her back arched at almost an impossible angle, and she fought with all her strength not to scream.

"Oh, God, Michael...I'm going to come! It's so close.......suck it, Michael....bite it!"

He complied. He sucked one nipple extremely hard, squeezing and pinching her other nipple with his hand. She pounded on his shaft so hard and fast that he thought a time or two that she might actually slip off of it. But thankfully it never happened.

Suddenly, Lynn growled from somewhere deep inside herself, and that growl rose, increasing in volume rapidly. Michael himself was about to explode, but had the presence of mind to thrust his nipple-pinching hand up to Lynn's mouth. She was no longer bothering to keep herself from screaming, and if he hadn't covered her mouth, the ensuing scream would have been heard clearly up and down the entire length of the hallway outside.

Seeing her like this was driving Michael insane. As Lynn screamed into his hand, he could feel her orgasm around his penis. With her spasming pussy sucking on his primed cock, Michael felt lightheaded. As his head lolled back he bit his lip hard to keep himself quiet, still keeping his hand firmly over Lynn's mouth. He felt chills along his entire spine and knew his own release was imminent.

Somehow, Lynn had managed to get two of Michael's fingers into her mouth. She sucked and licked them throughout the remainder of her orgasm, often biting them....and hard.

Just as he came, Michael, too, lost control, and began to scream. It was Lynn's turn to slap a hand over his mouth. He bucked his hips as best he could in the chair, matching Lynn's orgasmic rhythm. As Lynn's climax slowly began to subside, Michael's was on the increase. The warm spurts filling her, however, brought her orgasm to a new pinnacle....and they orgasmed together, hips thrusting relentlessly, screaming and moaning into each others hands, mouths still keeping busy on bitten fingers.

At length, they stopped bucking, but not until both were thoroughly exhausted and drained. Lynn slumped onto the sweat-drenched Michael. They lay still for a while, gasping for air, fondling, nuzzling, kissing. Their chests stuck together wetly, and they could feel the pounding of each other's hearts. At first, neither of them could speak. Gasping for air was the primary task of their still straining lungs.

"My God," Michael spoke first, "what the hell was that all about? I've never seen you so horny before, Lynn."

Lynn could only smile down at him, kissing him softly on the cheek.

"C'mon, Lynn," he persisted, "what brought that on? I've kissed your feet many times, rubbed them really nice for you, but you never went that crazy before. What happened today that was so different? Jesus, you were like an animal! Don't get me wrong..I loved it. But, what brought it all on?" Even now, he still gasped for air.

Lynn got up off his lap, pulling up her panties, watching the wet stain grow on them. When she backed up, she almost tripped over her bra and one of her shoes. She looked down at Michael. She obviously couldn't tell him about Tom's masterful sucking of her toes earlier, and his suggestion that she attack Michael in his office. No, that wouldn't do at all.

She thought about it. Michael's eyes kept probing. She had to come up with something. In the end, she decided to stall.

"Michael, between you in my office this morning and me in your office now, we've spent a lot of time doing.... um....extracurricular, non-workplace type activities. We both have a lot of work to do, and I for one am now way behind in it. Could we talk about this tonight, when I come over to your place?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. You're right. Geez....I'm backed up, too, now. Okay, great. But I really want to know how you turned into such an animal overnight. I'll bet that's gonna be one wild story, huh?" He winked at her.

"Yeah," she smiled weakly, "one wild story." Now, she thought, if I can only think of one.

Then Michael realized something. "Hey..wait..I thought I was coming over your place tonight?"

"Oh, well.." she sighed..her brain still trying to recover, "I'd rather come over your place, if that's okay."

"Um...sure..but why the change?"

Lynn wasn't sure...but somewhere in the back of her mind she thought it was a stalling tactic.. like the drive over to his place would somehow enhance her ability to come up with a believable story. Fat chance...but she had to give it a try.

They both dressed, searching the office for missing articles of clothing, wincing as those articles slid over uncomfortably wet areas. Lynn kissed Michael again, sensually, but, for the moment, devoid of passion.

"I really have to go," she said, then winked at him, "thanks for helping me out, there, stud."

"Oh, you're very welcome...any time. Knight in shining armor, remember? Always here to help."

"Yes, you are." She kissed him again, this time with passion.

"See you later, my sexy little knight."

"You bet....and bring your friend."

Lynn whirled sharply, her face ashen. "What? What friend? What are you talking about?" she stammered.

Michael laughed...."The friend who was just here," he replied, grinning from ear to ear, "the cat lady who just knocked my socks off."

"Oh," Lynn sighed, breathing easier,"you bet. From now on, she goes wherever I go."

"Oh, yeah?......Extremely cool," Michael smiled.

As she left his office, Michael sighed, thinking of what was to come. Lynn, too, sighed, wondering just how she was going to explain her sudden animalistic, lustful behavior to the man she loved.

When Lynn got back to her office, she was both relaxed and anxious. She was relaxed because of her wonderfully fulfilling sex with Michael. She was anxious because she'd told him she was going to make some momentous revelation about why she all of a sudden became an insatiable sex kitten right here at the office.

Exasperated and yet thoroughly sexually satisfied, she slumped in her chair. She blew a wayward strand of hair away from her right eye and sat at the desk with her arm on the blotter and her chin in her hand. She sighed, smiled, licked her lips with satisfaction....and yet fidgeted, too.

When the phone jangled, she nearly jumped out of her skin. As she reached for the handset, she glanced about her desk, noticing the piles of work screaming for her attention.

"Hey, sweet feet, how'd it go?" came Tom's chuckling voice.

"How'd what go?" Lynn asked, groaning inwardly at the work that awaited her.

"Well, I have to confess..I peeked again. Well, actually, I was just on the way out my door at the right time, I guess. I saw you barreling down the hallway at warp speed right after our little....uh....foot play...and I just assumed you took my advice and attacked old Mikey-boy. Am I right? Did you?"

"Well, Tom, that's none of your business, is it? You're strictly my foot man, remember? That was our agreement, was it not?" She again blew the stubborn curl out of her face.

"Whoa....chill, Lynn. I apologize...really. I was just curious. No harm, no foul."

Lynn realized she was on the offensive, primarily because she was mulling over her next step with Michael and her upcoming revelation, and she backed off a bit.

"No, I'm sorry, Tom. I'm just a little on edge," she sighed, "and, if you really must know, I did just get back from attacking my hot little honey."

"Great...um....I think. I don't get it. If you just jumped Mikey, why are you on edge? Doesn't that sorta thing usually take the edge off?"

"Oh, well, now, normally it would.....and it did....sort of, but somehow it came out that I was a bit hornier than usual. I mean, I didn't just jump the guy, I nearly forced him to have sex with me. It's like I was a pure harlot. I literally stalked and attacked him! I can't remember the last time I needed sex so bad! I think if he had refused me I'd have tied him down with whatever I could find in his office and jumped him that way!"

"Wow," Tom laughed, "you have any idea how many times I've dreamed of women like that?"

"It's not funny, Tom. Now he's wondering what made me so horny. He's expecting me to reveal some hot secret tonight when we get together at his place. And stupid me, I said I'd tell him!"

"Well, that's easy, Lynn," he laughed again, "just tell him I sucked your toes till you went crazy!"

"Tom, it's not funny. I'm serious. I've got to come up with something....something he'll believe and that won't jeopardize our relationship. He's expecting me to be horny like that all the time now...like something new has happened in our relationship.....like he turns me on more now, or something. And I can't think of anything to tell him."

"Well, geez, Lynn, just tell him he does turn you on more now. That's all. Just say you love him more than ever and you can't get enough of him. Any man would love to hear that from his lady."

"Okay, let's say I tell him that. Then suppose we go to bed together and I'm not that same sex-maniac he was attacked by in his office. Then what?"

"I see your dilemma. Well, what was it that got you that hot? Was it my toe-sucking prowess?" Lynn could feel Tom's wicked grin even through the phone.

"Oooh, aren't you the smug one," she said, then regretted having to admit, "but, yes, what you did to my feet drove me nuts. After you left, I couldn't sit still, couldn't concentrate on anything, couldn't even think straight. I had to have some kind of release or I knew I wouldn't get anything done all day. And look what happened anyway. I humped my guy and now I've got this to worry about! You know, Tom.......this is all your fault!!!"

"Oh, wow, Lynn," Tom actually sounded sincere, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to complicate things for you. In fact, by agreeing to just be your personal footsie fella I thought I'd keep things from getting complicated. I really am sorry. Now I feel bad. I wish there was some way I could help."

Lynn pondered for a minute, both of them silently breathing into their handsets. Then and idea came to her. It was a deliciously perverse idea...an idea inspired partly by desperation and partly by today's actual events.