Hart’s Desires (Volume One – The First Day) (Hart's Desires) (5 page)

Paul didn’t say anything. He just pushed me back against the table. I thought he might turn around and would spank me again. Instead, he easily lifted me up and put me on the table.

I looked at them both, not sure what would happen next. Paul looked at me full of lust, his hard cock pointing at me. Samantha looked at me angry, as though she wanted to be the one on the table. Instead, she came next to him and she kissed me. A deep, passionate kiss. Her soft, gentle lips mingled with mine. I knew she had to be doing it because of him, but I felt a passion, a desire between us that was more than I had ever felt that drunken night in college with my girlfriend. I wanted to wrap my hands around her and hold her tight, but of course I couldn’t with my hands in their current state.

Her mouth lowered, finding my hard nipples. She ran her tongue around my light brown areolas and they became tighter with my excitement. I thought they were going to explode. Few men, and definitely no woman, had ever made me feel like this. I couldn’t stop moaning, and I could feel the sweet, sticky liquid start to dribble down my inner thighs.

Paul kissed me on the lips as she continued lower. His lips strong, but sensitive and sent a wave of excitement through my whole body. He whispered into my ear, “I’m glad we hired you. I think you’ll fit in perfectly here.”

Samantha found the zipper on my skirt and pulled it down. She slid off my entire skirt next in one motion. I sat on the table half naked, not believing that any of this could be real.

Their hands explored me, their lips teased me. I felt Paul’s powerful hands massaging my thighs. Samantha’s smaller hands pulled off my thong and exposed my bareness. The air felt cold between my legs, but Samantha’s hands, and my dripping juices, warmed me.

My eyes opened wide, my mouth dropped as she teased my pussy lips with the tip of her fingers. She looked at me naturally, like this was something she did every day. She found my clit and circled it with two fingers until I started to moan again. Was this something they did every day? What would happen when I showed up to work tomorrow?

Paul pushed me on to my back, forcefully but careful enough to make sure that I didn’t hit my head since I didn’t have my hands to support me.

I lay uncomfortably on top of my arms, but I didn’t care. They both opened my legs together and they both kissed my thighs, now wet with my juices, from my knees all the way up to my hips. It became clear now that this wasn’t their first time sharing another woman. I wondered how long this had been going on between them.

She did more than just kiss my thighs. While he watched my face closely, she danced her tongue in between my legs. She touched my lush lips again and slid her tongue between them. I didn’t go this far with my friend that drunken night; we were nervous about how far to go. Right now, I never wanted her to stop. My whole body was tingling with excitement as I watched another girl licking me out.

However, just as she got going, she moved out of the way for Paul. His tongue was wider, his hot breathe on my bare skin as he kissed all around my wet opening. “Please,” I moaned.

“Please what?” he asked.

“Go down on me.”

“You’re going to be good at this.” I didn’t know what he meant by that, but with his tongue found my lips, I stopped trying to figure out his message.

He didn’t tease me any further, he went straight to work. His tongue slid into me, and then circled around my clit, finally directly across my sensitive clit, making me moan and squirm as the pleasure grew inside of me. I couldn’t believe I had one of the hottest men in the state between my legs. I couldn’t believe how good his tongue felt. With Brian, it was awkward when he first starting going down on me, like you could tell he was just going through the motions. There was nothing routine about what Paul did between my legs. He enjoyed himself and he was damn good at it.

His tongue did his magic on my clit while his fingers pushed deep inside of me. Within a few moments my sounds of pleasure went from moans to scream. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I had never felt this kind of intense pleasure before. I tried to move myself back, but he kept me at the edge of the table, his tongue between my legs until an explosion of sensual lust ignited inside of me and spread through waves through out my whole body.

Brian had definitely never made me orgasm like that. My own fingers had never made me feel like that.

Paul stood up and smiled. He asked, “Just how loyal are you? Will you still do anything?”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Don’t tell me that if you don’t really mean that.”

“I’ll do everything and anything you want. I mean it.”

His grin grew larger. Samantha looked at me with her blue eyes. She may be more beautiful, more experienced with Paul, but he was positioning himself between my legs and she was jealous.

Paul saw the look she gave me, but didn’t care. “Grab the condoms,” he ordered her.

She took a strip from her purse, and took one off. She ripped open the foil packet and unrolled the white latex down his cock, stroking it until he pushed her out of the way.

He grabbed my thighs and I felt him at my opening. I wanted to reach out and guide him into me, but the tie bound around my wrists reminded me that this wasn’t like any other sexual encounter I’d ever been a part of.

He looked down at me, a grin forming on his lips as he pushed deep into me and my wetness. His thickness opened me; it sent signals of pleasure through my whole body. I moaned as he filled me.

I wanted to grab him, to pull him close, to feel his heat against me, but again the tie reminded me that I couldn’t do whatever I wanted. Instead, I enjoyed all that he was giving me.

My arms hurt, my shoulders felt sore, but the way he felt inside of me made me forget about all of that. He didn’t just fuck me; he used his cock to pleasure me until I was at the point of screaming. However, before I could reach a second orgasm, a naked Samantha climbed on to the table next to me.

I didn’t realize what was happening until he pulled back from me and moved over to her. I wanted to complain, I wanted more of him inside me, but I didn’t want to risk another spanking. I wanted to touch myself, but of course I couldn’t. I could just watch as he took her, his body slamming into hers, her cries of pleasure growing louder and louder. He couldn’t be called anything near to my boyfriend, but I had never felt so jealous in my life.

While continuing to pound Samantha, he slid his fingers between my legs, teasing me and my clit, but I needed more. He stayed with her for several minutes; I feared I wouldn’t get another turn with him. Then he looked at me and smiled. He asked Samantha, “It’s time for our new employee to make it up to you for being late this morning.”

Samantha smiled too. She sat up and looked down at me. As Paul positioned himself between my legs, Samantha positioned herself above me. I wanted to see Paul. I was nervous about where this was going, but excited about it all the same.

As Paul slid himself into me, she lowered herself until her wetness was within reach. She was completely shaved, her lips smooth against my touch. I reached out with my tongue and tasted her sweetness, mixed with the distinct latex flavor from the condom. I wanted to complain about that too, but I knew that would do no good. Besides, her juices were so sticky sweet, that I didn’t want her to move away.

I didn’t know what to do, exactly; I had never gone down on another woman before. I tried to use my tongue on her, the way I would want. I slid my tongue deep into her pussy, lapping up the juices, then twirling it around her clit. She moaned with delight and I knew that I must have been doing something right.

Soon, I just tried to keep my tongue near her clit as Paul drilled his cock into me. Each hard thrust made my whole body shake. I had been fucked hard before, but he took it to a whole other level. I wanted him to do more, but with my hands tied behind my back and Samantha on top of me, the options were limited.

I felt her wetness all over my lips. Her moans mixed in the air with mine. Paul grabbed my hips, holding them tight as he powered himself deep into me. The weight of my body on my arms felt a bit uncomfortable, but I didn’t care at all. I would have stayed like this for hours, if possible.

Samantha screamed out, her juices running down into my mouth, her orgasm over taking her, just as mine started to roll though my body again. Paul slammed hard into me until with one final thrust he stayed deep inside of me, his cock throbbing as he filled the condom.

Samantha climbed off of me first, then Paul slid out of me. They looked at me. They had both used and abused me. They loved it, and I loved it even more. I would never forget this night.

Paul helped me to my feet, and then undid the knot holding my hands together. I stretched out my arms and massaged my wrists until they started to feel normal, or at least just slightly sore.

I wanted to stay in that office forever. I wanted Paul to take me as often as he wanted. However, when Samantha started to put her clothes back on, I followed her lead and did the same.

Paul’s phone rang and he answered it. The tone and his side of the conversation sounded like serious business. I wanted to hug him one last time, just to feel his heat, his strength. I wanted to kiss him and feel his sensual, serious lips. However, he just waved us good-bye and I followed Samantha out.

We walked in silence; I waited until we were in the elevator before I asked, “How often…”

She cut me off with her index finger to her lips, telling me to be silent. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Remember the non-disclosure agreement.”

I looked around the elevator. I saw the camera and I wondered if it could hear us too. What had I gotten myself into?

My body felt euphoric. I had never had a first day of work like this before – in fact, I doubt that anyone ever had in the history of first days. This was my first time having sex outside of a committed, serious relationship, not to mention my first time going down on another woman. Not that I had a choice in that matter. But I had to admit to myself that I really liked it. In fact, I liked the entire experience up in that office – every little thing that had happened.

Before I drove off, I looked up at the top floor. The lights were now on in his office. I wondered if I would ever be in that office again. Even though he used me for my mouth and what was between my legs, I wanted to do it again. What was wrong with me? I tried to remind myself that I wasn’t that kind of girl, but the images and pleasure from earlier kept flashing through my head.

I lay in bed that night, wondering what the next day would be like. Would I be fired? Would life just go on as if nothing had ever happened? I knew that another encounter in the office had odds of next to nothing of happening again, but what would Samantha be like in the morning? Would she be the bitch or more like my friend? Would I see Paul tomorrow? Would he come in with a smile or would he not even use that door. What would I say to him if I saw him? I wanted to see him again, preferably just the two of us.

I pictured us dating, him taking me places that I could never afford, the two of us in a plush bed in his penthouse suite over looking the beach. However, I knew that while he may fuck a girl like me, he would never want to date me. Even if he did, I didn’t know if I wanted a guy that liked to tie up and play with his girlfriends and other women, all at the same time. I had a feeling that this was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to his sexual desires. I wasn’t that kind of girl, yet I had to admit, I was more than a bit curious about just what else he was into.

Little did I know, I would be finding all of that out, and more,
very
soon…

To be continued!

About the Author

Ana Vela is romantic at heart. Living in Brooklyn with her husband, two sons, and a puppy, she finds time to sneak away at night and live out her fantasies by writing them all down and creating these stories for her faithful readers.
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