Putting in the Overtime (part two) - Sex Stories

Putting in the Overtime (part two)

... your phone.” Hailey's eyes narrowed again as she considered this. “Deal,” she said at last. She reached into her jacket and pulled out the phone. Before handing it over she clicked off the back and withdrew a tiny data card. "In case you get any funny ideas about trashing my phone,” she explained, slipping the card away in another pocket. “Perish the thought,” said Vanessa thinly. She took the phone, looked momentarily confused as she remembered that no clothes means no pockets, then put it down on the desk behind her. The two women nodded at one another, in the manner of two businesspeople closing a lucrative but hard-fought deal, and for a second or two I felt like a car that had just become second-hand. Then Vanessa hopped her bum up onto the edge of the desk, lay back and spread her legs wide apart. I noticed distantly that my dick was achingly hard again, and forgot everything else. “As you were please Alex,” said Vanessa. Any lingering discomfort at the oddness of the situation evaporated as I moved towards her, but Hailey grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Not on there,” she said wearily. “I've already wiped your fanny-sweat off it once. These are yours, by the way.” Hailey reached into a pocket and flung Vanessa's ripped panties at her face, then in the same movement turned and grabbed me by the dick. I tried to draw back, startled, and gave a yelp of pain as she tightened her grip. “My uncle left his office unlocked,” she said, looking into my eyes. “You can fuck ...

... on his desk.” She turned and walked toward the door, dragging me along behind her. The vice-like grip around my penis told me in no uncertain terms that my only choice was between obedience and castration. The door to TB's inner sanctum was indeed unlocked, and it swung silently open into a dark space. Hailey marched inside, still leading me along, and switched on the lights. Compared to the rest of the cramped, tube-lit office suite we all shared, TB's private domain was a veritable palace. It was enormous, well-carpeted and tastefully lit. A bookcase crammed with important-looking folders took up one entire wall, and a line of dark wooden cupboards and drawers took up another. Opposite that was a wide window looking out over a babbling stream onto a night-dark patch of trees. There was a tall drinks cabinet in one corner, fronted with thick glass and crowded with expensive-looking bottles. Hailey turned to face me, using her intimate leverage to pull me close. I smelled red wine on her breath as her lips brushed teasingly against mine. She spiralled her fingers artfully around my dick as she withdrew her hand, smiling at my soft moan of pleasure. She took off her jacket, dropped it on the floor and kicked it away. Her shirt followed, then a red bra. The black skirt landed in a heap around her cherry-red heels. Hailey had a slender build – long, supple legs and a well-toned stomach, small pert breasts with tiny pink nipples. She arched an eyebrow and took a few slow paces ...