Submissive Exhibitionist

Rachel was 28. She had good looks, polite manners and a flair to do things told, no questions asked. So she made a perfect secretary.

Milky 32D breasts which were succulent and supple. A tiny waist. Long, sexy legs which she often complimented with stripper stilettoes. And Hollywood hair.

She had everything. A well-paying job. A wide circle of friends. Even a couple of decent and caring ex boyfriends.

But Rachel had a problem. She had never told anyone of her 'need'. How she never seemed to enjoy her orgasms. How no one could fully 'give it to her'.

How something was lacking in her life, sexually. See, she was no horny slut. She was a normal, decent woman. But her sex life never quite pleased her.

Another secret she hid was that she could never seem to resist showing her naked tits and pussy to people. She was quite the exhibitionist.

Especially with her boss, Brendan. The way his nostrils flared when she bent low on his desk that allowed a nipple to pop out, simply turned her on.

Or when he'd 'casually' swat her butt when she did a good job. Or when she pretended to grab something fallen and instead gave him a clear view of her thong-clad buttocks.

Their seemingly uncomplicated repertoire would never have exceeded the limits of their day-to-day teasing. If it wasn't for a fateful blackout.

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It was raining cats and dogs. And the night sky was filling up with lightning bolts by the second. She should be warm and cosy in her bed right now.

But Brendan had called for help with an urgent file and she had to go back to the office. It wasn't until it started raining that she realised what she was wearing.

She didn't even think about changing. She was in a big hurry. And looking down, she saw an almost transparent shirt which showed off her bra and nipples.

Also her skirt was too short. Now if she left the safety of her car and went out, she'd surely be soaked and anyone would be able to see her in this almost-naked state.

It thrilled her and she felt nervous at the same time. Could she risk it? She bit her lip and felt her blue lip coming back to its red fullness. Now or never.

Famous last words, she thought as she glanced around the street to see any drunk and disorderly. No one. Phew. Let's do this.

Creeping through the shadows, she slowly made her way to her office building. She was scared that someone might see her and at the same time, she wanted someone to.

When she reached the lobby, she heaved a sigh of relief. The building seemed deserted. Even the night watchman was dozing off on his lonely chair.

She walked past him and called the elevator down. She rode up to the highest floor of the building, their office.

Brendan was waiting for her. He handed her a thermos as he began explaining the complications that had arisen.

She took the flask gratefully, without asking what was in it. She was in real need of some liquor anyways. They got down to work.

Moments passed and silence enveloped them. Rachel carried on with her work, until she saw Brendan staring at her breasts from the corner of her eye.

They were anyways done with the work so she decided to give his eyes a treat. She opened her top two buttons and pretended to air herself.

When she reached over his desk to give him the flask this time, she made sure to lick her lips and shake her tits up a little.

His wanton look made her want to lift up her skirt and let him have his way with her. Just push the soaking thong to the side and ram his cock in her.

She was stuck in these thoughts when she heard a distinct cough. She looked at him and his look brought her back to her senses. Office sex was overrated. Right?

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They were done within the hour. And both were relieved to return back to their homes. Away from this sexual whirlpool that was pulling them together.

They tidied up and headed for the elevator, the promise of a successful assignment pushed to the back of their heads by this storm-both inside them and outside the building.

They were riding the elevator with awkward silence and thundering desires for company, when it happened. A jerk. A flicker of the lights. And then, total darkness.

"What the....?" The emergency light came on and basked them in red glow. Confused and angry, Brendan tried the phone. It wasn't working.

They checked their phones. No signal. The storm might have thrown around any remaining towers and anyways, they were in an elevator.

Cursing the gods, Rachel took off her heels and threw them aside. She proceeded to rub her sore ankles. Bad move.

The water that had collected due to her wet clothes caused her to slip and before she fell, Brendan dutifully caught her. Only, he caught her on her hips.

And now, she was pressed to his front side. And she could feel EVERYTHING. From his washboard abs (due to all those skiing trips) to his rippling muscles where his hands held her booty.

And even down below. His hardon was, oh my god! He was hard as steel and could easily be nine inches.

The contact was too much. And the tension of the previous hour finally caught up to them. She groaned as he humped into her.

First, quietly, almost imperceptibly. Then, when she moaned, harder. He growled as she caught his biceps and squeezed them.

Then he slowly, reluctantly slid her away. "Go stand in the corner, Rachel" he commanded. She looked at him confused.

"Don't make me tell you twice. Now go and stand in the corner!" he urged. She stood in the corner, with her back to the wall.

"Hands up, Rachel. Yes, let's have a nice view of those beauties now. Now jiggle them." she hesitated. "Come on now. Don't feel shy." She did as she was told.

The commands and humiliation were too good. She felt herself getting wet. "Now slowly remove your shirt and throw it on the floor."

She peeled away her damp shirt and crossed her hands to cover her breasts. "Good girl" he smiled. "Now off with the skirt".

She didn't have to be told twice this time. She did as she was told after all. The perfect secretary.

Taking off her skirt caused two things: the scrunched up thong barely hid her pussy and when she bent to take the skirt off her butt, her breasts fell out of her bra.

She instinctively crossed her chest again. "Spread your legs and put your hands in the air, Rachel" She was whimpering by now. She did as she was told.

Her pussy was dripping now. And the smell filled the elevator air. "Turn around, Rach. And bend down low."

She clasped her ankles as she fought an urgent need to finger herself. "Now slowly take off your bra" She let the straps slide down her shoulder and fall to the floor.

"Now turn. Slowly. And sit down. Legs spread and bent at the knees." She bowed her head as she did what she was told, the colour rising to her cheeks.

"Touch yourself, Rachel. Please me." She was waiting for this. She started to wantonly tug at her breasts, arching as her cold hands touched her nipples.

She pinched her belly button. Cupped her breasts and gave them a strong squeeze. She pinched her nipples and tugged at them.

She rolled them between her index and thumb and pulled at them. Moving the breasts together, apart, rolling them, rotating them, driving them both wild with desire.

She finally, slowly, started inching her hand down. Down her belly and her pelvis. Straight to her thong, which she pulled to the side.

With the index and thumb of her left hand she held her pussy lips apart on display, as she rammed the middle finger of her right hand all he way inside her hole.

She arched as she continued adding fingers and pushing them inside out. In and out. In and out. Until she was coming just from the sheer thrill of being watched.

She panted as her orgasm died down but was still relentlessly, furiously finger-fucking herself.

"That's enough, Rachel" What?! No she couldn't stop now. "That's enough now. Put your hands underneath your thighs and lift them up and outward for me.

"Good girl" he said as he stripped down to his boxers. Mmm....His muscles were eye candy. And his cock. Mmm.....She couldn't wait to get it inside her mouth.

He knelt in front of her and bunched up her thong to a side. Her pussy, now lay open and vulnerable. With his other hand, he squeezed her breasts and played with her nipple.

Slowly he bent down and ran his tongue over the length of the thong, her taste driving him nuts. He breathed on her love hole, making her shudder.

He lowered his mouth to touch her clitoris with his tongue. She was almost hysterical at this feeling. Mmm.....she moaned, but said nothing.

He started licking her clit and lapping up her pussy juice. Even biting her clit at one point. And she moaned in ecstasy, yelping and screaming at the same time.

He slowly slid her down so she lay flat on the floor of the elevator. Then quickly shedding off his boxer, he put his cock in her mouth and fucked her mouth.

Pulling her hair ever so slightly he humped her mouth. Both of them were wild and unstoppable by now.

She licked the underside of his balls. He shuddered. Felt it hit the base of her throat. He almost came with the contact.

Then, just when his balls decided to do his bidding and unload, he climbed down her writhing body and sunk his cock till the hilt in one stroke.

She arched and opened her mouth to scream. But no sound came. She was frozen by the simple pleasure of it. The squish of a male organ inside her most private part.

She felt exhilarated. They began a slow rhythm. Picking up pace and slowing down in between. Catching their breaths. Thrusting in wanton need.

No sounds. Only murmur. Grunts and moans. A small "God, you're huge" or an inaudible "So tight". He smashed her cunt. Dutifully and passionately.

Until she came again. Twice. Thrice. After her fifth orgasm, he flipped her over and took her doggy style.

Holding onto her breasts for dear life, as if they were his anchors that kept him from falling into the storm, he thrust into her.

Both naked and what a sexy sight. Strong limbs and powerful desires. The eye of the storm.

He tore her love pot apart. Making her scream his name as if it were a long forgotten chant. Unrelenting, he carried on, telling her to bend one leg and hug it to her chest.

He touched the crack of her butt, rubbing his finger up and down her anus, driving her crazy. He slowly slipped his middle finger into her opening.

She gasped and arched at the intrusion. He started moving it in and out. Ohhhh...the feeling was exquisite. She moaned into the floor.

He inserted two more fingers in her shithole. After a while, he took out his cock, slathered in her pussy milk, and eased it gently into her ass, inch by inch.

"Brendan,no! It won't....." A smack to her ass, causing it to redden. And she was silenced to moans. He spanked her, with his cock in her ass.

Thus went on for sometime and then when she had come for what seemed to be the millionth time, he bellowed and came inside her tight anus.

As they gasped for air and he pulled out, they never knew what their future would beckon. They were basking in their glory so much that they didn't even wonder what would happen after that initial incident.

Little did they know. That they would accompany their chairman on an international flight and have sex as he dozes off.

Or that he would click naughty pictures of her on his desk, during sex, and later send it to her before deleting.

Or that the very watchman that was dozing would wake up on another sexy night like this and a double penetration would ensue.

What was unthinkable was that their annual audio conference with their shareholders would result in them talking erratically as a result of being naked and pleasuring each other on the conference table.

"I want to milk this.....contract.....for what it's worth sir"

"I would love to ram.....these ideas into their heads, sir"

"I will make sure I tear apart....all the other companies' contracts sir"

Theirs was truly a magical beginning.

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