Career Moves

With one hand she followed her mouth, twisting and stroking him. Her other pushed his shirt clear, then found its way under his open trousers, caressing his inner thigh before closing around hairy balls.

Craig was little more than a lad, young and immaculately groomed with his body hair shaved smooth. Logan was much bigger in every sense. He was nearing fifty, comfortably over twice her age and he was manly, with body hair. Angela realised she liked it.

"Faster." A whispered, desperate request.

Angela obliged, lifting herself onto her knees so that she was fully above him, over his groin area. She increased the urgency of her actions, intent on taking his pleasure to new heights.

A hand sat gently on the back of her head, guiding it as she bobbed up and down as fast as she could, ensuring her lips rode firmly over his crown on each stroke.

Her thoughts flitted to the office that lay a few yards away. Karen sitting with her back to them talking to a customer. Sarah working on a spreadsheet, and Robert going over their accounts. All oblivious to their young colleague sucking off the boss. She didn't feel guilt or shame. It was just a necessary part of life if she wanted to get on. Plenty of girls were happy to get on their knees to open doors. No doubt some of the top businesswomen had started like this. And it was an open secret many of Hollywood's finest were only there because of their talent under the Producer's desk. She was merely following in their footsteps.

Another hand was inside her top now, gently squeezing her right tit as it swung below her inside its safe securing hammock.

Logan began rocking in his chair, thrusting up into her mouth. Stifled grunts came with each escaping breath and Angela prepared herself for his climax. His cock burned and throbbed, and she kept going even as her neck ached.

"Mm... Uhh."

A final deep grunt and his cock leapt against her tongue, creamy cum bursting forth to fill her mouth with warmth. It swirled around, covering her teeth and tongue, flooding her tastebuds with its sharp slightly saline flavour.

Angela slowed, squeezing the last of his cum from a softening cock, coating it with its own sticky mess with her final strokes. Logan relaxed and finally, she stopped, gently letting his member slip from her mouth.

She glanced around suddenly aware she had a mouth full of cum and nowhere to dispose of it. She glanced up to find Logan watching her and she did the only thing she could. She swallowed. It slid down her throat with a slowness that made her momentarily choke and then it was gone.

"Sorry." She let out a giggle as she sat back on her thighs.

Logan was just smiling sweetly.

"I have to say. This is the best appraisal I've ever done."

Angela grinned.

"Have I passed?"

He glanced at the time on his smartphone and looked back to Angela.

"Not quite. I think there's a couple of other points we should look over before we close up."

For a moment Angela looked confused. He couldn't possibly mean to return to the appraisal could he?

"Stand up."

Angela did as she was told.

"Now show me your tits. God knows I've always wanted to see them and you're not going back to your desk until I have."

Angela giggled again and began unbuttoning her blouse. A heat invaded her cheeks once more as she pushed the material aside and pulled her bra up in one smooth movement. Her tits came free with a small bounce and she sensed the cooler air flowing around them.

Well-shaped, firm mounds that sat high against her tiny frame as though defying gravity. Small nipples hardened and poked forward from equally small circles of dark areola. Logan looked on with obvious approval. The same mesmerised look she'd seen on plenty of others. Angela loved her tits. She loved the effect they had on boys. Men now, she reminded herself.

"Beautiful."

"Thank you." She gave herself a tiny shake to make them jiggle knowing it'd send him wild.

"My best assets."

"Most definitely."

He reached out, gently cupping them, squeezing as if testing their firmness. Then he was teasing her nipples, little tugs and twists between finger and thumb.

"Uhh."

Angela swayed, focusing on every delicious sensation he elicited from her pink little nubs. Fresh hands and eyes brought a renewed excitement that she hadn't felt in a long while. Then just as she thought he would make her come just by playing with her breasts he stopped.

"Now your skirt."

Angela glanced back at the door.

"Are you sure?"

Desperate as she was Angela realised she'd be naked, and there would be no hiding if someone appeared. Time was getting on. Someone would come looking for them sooner or later.

"It's locked. No one can come in."

Angela relaxed. Reassured, she unhooked the clip at the side of her skirt. The garment fell smoothly to the floor revealing her smooth sculptured legs. Excitement was filling her body. She wanted to cum. Her pussy ached demanding that she sought satisfaction for it.

"Now step closer."

Again Angela did as he said, her breathing becoming more ragged with every passing second. Now it was her turn to be lost in his power.

Hands stroked her thighs, up onto her hips, then down again. Logan revealed in their youthful smoothness.

Then watching her lips quiver his fingers delicately trailed up her inner thighs, tickling sensitive nerves. He took his time, waiting for her body to react with tiny spasms.

A raging pussy burned and Angela felt her fluids gushing, suddenly aware the visible dampness on her panties sat just inches from her manager's face. She saw him breathe in deeply and knew he could smell her just as she had him. Her legs trembled and her pussy began a relentless scream for attention. Like a deep itch that she couldn't scratch.

If he didn't do it, she would have to herself.

"Oh god."

Logan's hands reached the last piece of material protecting her most private parts from his gaze. Fingers teased around the edges, brushing against the very edges of her slit. She shuddered uncontrollably.

In one smooth movement, Angela hardly registered in the swirl of desire invading her mind, her panties were at her feet.

Never had she imagined she would be standing in this office in just her glasses and a bra pulled above her tits. Not even in her carefully practised seduction scenarios had this been the outcome.

Logan slid from his chair and buried his face in her smooth young snatch. Her fingers gripped his hair and she stared up at the ceiling.

"Oh my God." Too loud.

She bit her lip before anything else escaped that might be heard outside.

Angela stumbled as the strength deserted her legs and found herself pushed even harder against his face. She teetered over him almost losing balance. Logan's tongue had found her pussy. It teased at the paper cut of a slit covered in her oozing juices. Soft vulnerable flaps were pushed aside. Like a dexterous tentacle or extra digit, it explored her crevices and valleys, probing ever deeper into the neck of her love tunnel. She sensed every tiny movement. Every intricate unfolding of her flower.

"Uhhh."

Was it him? The fear of being caught? Or their surroundings that made it so pleasurable? Whatever it was, she was feeling hornier than she'd felt in a long while.

"Oh fuck. Please don't stop." She whispered.

Her head went back and she found herself rocking her hips to increase the delight directed at her pussy.

Ecstasy was the only word she could think to describe her feelings. Her eyes remained fixed, staring down at him as her mind was absorbed with the glorious sensation that filled her groin and belly.

This was nothing like the rough eating out of her pussy that Craig or any other lad had ever subjected her to. This was an expert sensuous massage of her hole. The experience of an older man who knew where to find her erogenous points, and how to tease the burning button that swelled and pushed forth from its protective fleshy hood. His tongue flicked at it and she shuddered each time, fearing her knees would give way.

"Logan." She muttered.

"Please.

Make me cum."

A finger slipped inside her. Then another. Both massaging the soft velvety folds of internal flesh before pushing up deep into her tunnel. Muscle walls were forcibly parted and he began a careful finger fuck that almost pushed her over the edge.

"Ohh."

His tongue circled her button, sending fire raging into her whole torso.

"Ahh. More. Please. More." She whispered with laboured breaths.

His other hand found her tit again. Fingers closed around a nipple and squeezed.

"Fuck."

Too loud. But Angela no longer cared. Only her need mattered now.

His finger fuck became frenzied and her clit was sucked clear of its hiding place. Teeth closed around it, gently holding it proud.

"Uh uh."

He teased it, sending jolts up her spine with each delicate brush. Then his hand came down to grip her arse cheek. A finger pressed at her ring.

"Uh-huh."

Angela's eyes went wide as that barrier fell and his finger impaled her arse. Her head swooned, her knees trembled and she swayed on her feet.

The last of her strength ebbed and her weight fell against him just as his tongue attacked her pearl with determination.

"Aw fuck."

Angela's orgasm rushed through her like a wave and she stumbled around on the small heels of her shoes, supported only by Logan's hold of her.

"Fuck. Fuck."

She gasped as the moment of joy encompassed her. A few seconds of immense pleasure that seemed to last an eternity before slowly subsiding.

Certain she'd regained her balance, Logan relaxed his grip then let go and set about adjusting his clothing. Angela leaned against the desk for a moment to get her breath.

"Wow." She said as her senses returned to her control.

"You can be sure your appraisal is top grade." Logan said with all the professionalism of his position.

"Safe to say you've ended the year on a high Angela."

Then he softened again. Smiling, before stooping to kiss a receding nipple, sending a last shiver through the young sales clerk.

"I have a feeling the coming year is going to be an exciting one for you. New challenges and... Regular satisfaction. Great idea of yours to introduce some fun.

Now you'd better get dressed before anyone questions what's taking so long."

Someone knocked just as Angela straightened her blouse and she had the unenviable task of opening the door. The lock clicked loudly and she cursed it as she found Mandy waiting on the other side.

"Logan. Can you call Gerald back in the Southampton Office. He needs a word urgently."

Angela avoided eye contact as Mandy glanced disapprovingly at her. She wasn't Angela's biggest fan and a locked door wouldn't have helped.

"Thanks, Mandy."

Logan picked up his cell phone without a care. Everything perfectly normal. Angela followed the other clerk out, aware that she had to be just like Logan. No outward sign of anything untoward, except maybe...

She moved quickly, wanting to be clear of Mandy. Sex carried a smell. Body fluids and sweat. It was unmistakable.

"How did it go?" Sarah was keen to know as soon as she was back at her desk. She handed a mug of coffee over as her excuse.

"Okay, I guess. Always hard to tell isn't it."

Inside a voice was screaming 'Yes. Bloody great. Fantastic'. Not something she could ever tell anyone.

"Any mention of redundancies?"

"No. No mention. Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be alright."

She hardened herself. It was everyone for their self in this world. Besides, Sarah wasn't unattractive. Quite pretty in fact. And sophisticated. A little older but she could have made the same play.

"Or the Manager role?"

"Oh, Sarah. No. He's already said he won't discuss that until the restructure is complete."

Sarah smiled.

"I guess not."

Her phone rang and she skipped back to her desk with an urgency. Angela run her eyes up the back of her legs and arse in the tight skirt. It was lucky Sarah wasn't willing to play the same games. She would be serious competition.

Angela was still on a high as she left work that evening. The day had started with fear, apprehension and a desperate plan to keep her job. What she'd thought would just be sex had been more of an awakening. This wouldn't be a chore just to be tolerated that she'd expected. Something that she offered up because she needed to.

Instead, it was going to be something she relished. She wanted more. She wanted Logan's attentive experience. His wife was a lucky woman she decided. However, she couldn't help but hope their sex life had become boring after what she guessed was around twenty years of marriage. She wasn't silly or naive enough to expect anything else, but she was determined that she would be the one that excited him and brought him true pleasure.

And of course, it would be hard for her to go home to Craig each evening after today. He suddenly seemed less important. A fumbling child compared to Logan. She wasn't under any illusions. She'd play the dutiful girlfriend and she'd open her legs for him as she always had. In a way, that had also become a business transaction.

When she didn't need his wage anymore, that would be the time to discuss Isla and show him the door. But now her thoughts would be about Logan. Her fun, her true enjoyment would be when she was with him.

"Nite Ang."

She glanced around at the call to see Maureen climbing into her car.

"Nite"

For a moment she wondered if she'd just elevated that woman to the inevitable redundancy list in her place. A tiny pang of guilt that quickly passed. Maureen had a husband with a good job. What for herself was devastating would be an inconvenience to Maureen. Besides, it would probably be one of the others. Shame it wouldn't be Mandy. She was the office bitch.

Crossing the car park towards the bus stop she glanced over at the big posh Mercedes tucked in the corner. Logan was working late again tonight. She smiled to herself that there would be other nights when he worked late, on her.

It wouldn't be many days before she would be reclined naked on the leather seats of his flash motor with his cock buried inside her. Next time they would fuck properly. He would pound her into those seats. She was certain of that.

Part Two - Forbidden Territory.

Angela couldn't help but be aware of how boring Craig really was between the sheets. In less than a year of living together, sex had become routine, a staid event without imagination or excitement. Only a week ago she hadn't noticed how bad things had become, instead, just accepting it as normal. But her experience in the office with her manager had opened her eyes.

Outwardly, Craig hadn't changed. He was the same sweet boy who tried his best. But she knew he was a cheater. A devious little shit fucking someone else and coming home to her for more.

Angela knew she probably had to accept part of the blame. She'd not been boring before. At some point, she'd done most things with someone. But with the man she was supposed to be ready to spend the rest of her life with she'd just fallen into routine. She supposed she had become a boring fuck. It didn't excuse his dirty little secret, but it did make her feel less guilty about her own.

Perhaps he was saving all the excitement for Isla. The little slut he was seeing when he was supposed to be with his friends. Sadly for him, they hadn't all been as loyal as he thought. Graham had told her.

Whatever the reason for their lack of excitement, here she was, once again lying back as he hovered above pounding at her hole.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

Angela tried to be interested. She tried to make the right noises in return but the truth was that her thoughts were absorbed by Logan. That was where her source of arousal lay now. This was little more than a pretence until she was ready to ditch him.

Craig's sloppy licking of her pussy, followed by what she now saw as an unremarkable cock being driven into her just carried no wonder or excitement when compared to Logan's delicate experienced touch. He'd been attentive, concerned with her pleasure. And his cock had been massive. She could still taste him on her lips over a week later.

In contrast, her servicing of Craig minutes earlier had not excited her at all. She'd gone through the motions but had been unable to avoid mentally flinching at each predictable groan or movement of his body.

"Aw fuck yes."

She could tell he was getting close. She also knew he wouldn't make her cum. It'd never been a problem before, but this was the third time since that day and Craig hadn't got her off once. Of course, he didn't know that.

She smiled and stroked his back, scratching softly with her nails.

"Faster baby. Faster."

She raised her legs, hooking her ankles around his back in the hopes that if he penetrated deeper she would feel something.

Craig responded, panting with his exertion as he hammered harder. Angela felt nothing.

"Ahhh."

She sensed his seed spewing inside her and played her act.

"Uh. Yes."

Her head went back and her body shuddered. Thighs clamped him tight and she turned her head sideways. It was an act worthy of an Oscar. Much like those actresses on the casting couch before later accepting their award.

"Mmm."

A few seconds and she relaxed, waiting for him to roll off.

"That was great as always.

Love you."

Angela rubbed his arm with the back of her hand but didn't answer him. She had other things on her mind. Logan had asked her to wait back after work tomorrow. This was going to be the big moment. The first time she would get to fuck him properly. What Craig couldn't do for her Logan would. He could save it for Isla for all she cared.

She sat up and put the bedside lamp on.

"I'm gonna go clean up."

Craig was already drifting off and hardly stirred as she climbed from the bed and headed across the landing to the bathroom. A fold of tissue captured her boyfriend's leaking cum and she flicked it into the toilet, looking on with disappointment.

Craig wasn't the one. She had accepted that. Neither could Logan be. He was over twice her age and married. But what he could be was the excitement that with a hammer blow force she'd realised was missing.

She glanced at herself in the mirror seeing her pretty face framed by dark hair. But her eyes reflected a sadness.

"Fuck it." She muttered.

Flushing the lavatory Angela leaned against the wall not ready to go back to bed. Craig and thoughts of Logan had left her frustrated and she would have to get herself off if she was going to sleep tonight.

A glance at herself in the mirror revealed dishevelled hair and dried sweat. That was how she'd look to Logan when he'd finished with her. It was a good look when fresh from satisfying sex, the look of a delightful exhaustion.

Without conscious thought her hands were massaging her breasts, gently squeezing pliable flesh and teasing around quickly hardening nipples. Then down over her belly towards the growing heat between her legs. Fingers rubbed her vulva, sliding each side of her damp slit, reaching under towards her arse ring and back.

Her mind saw Logan, his strong face and masterful hands. Her own found her entrance. Ring and index fingers peeling tender flaps apart while her middle digit rubbed over soft hot flesh that felt like oiled velvet.

"Uhmm." She groaned as the heat returned to her pussy.

"Ang?"

Fuck. She snatched her fingers away and stood up straight just as the door opened.

"Are you coming to bed?" Craig asked.

She hoped her anger didn't show on her face.

"Yeah. Coming."

Ruined. Her need was gone, banished by his interference. Twice inside a few minutes, he'd cheated her.

The day went uneventfully. Just the usual round of calls, placing of orders and chatting with the other girls in the office. There were about twelve of them including the two who worked from home in the evenings. They fielded enquiries and set up policies. In between that, they each had a set number of cold calls to make in the hopes of generating new business. Most were pointless, many ending in the line going dead. Just occasionally they'd get lucky for which there was a small bonus at the end of the month.