The Temp - Sex Stories

The Temp

... heightened state of arousal, yet feeling somewhat numb at the same time. I didn't understand what was happening, but clearly an exchange of power had taken place. My own actions had put me on the losing end of this exchange, as I was unable to resist this dominating beauty. Her power had triggered something deep inside my core. Instead of feeling outraged by her behavior, being humiliated by her had suddenly become a kind of reward that I desperately craved. I lowered my face to the floor and kissed her shoe-clad feet. She let me continue for several minutes, perhaps making sure I wouldn't stop until she told me to. "That's lovely, Jack. See you tomorrow." And in the midst of my adoration, she turned and walked out of my office, leaving me on floor, cock throbbing, wondering how this encounter would change my life. I didn’t sl**p well that night. The odd scene that had taken place earlier in the day replayed itself over and over in my head. And each and every time I relived the event, my breathing became short and my cock became hard. Veronica’s first day on the job had proven to be the most unsettling day of my life. Nothing I had previously experienced or even imagined had prepared me for my reaction to her manipulation. And while it had all happened in a brief and surreal few minutes, my entire physical being had been affected in a way that I knew the coming days could be potentially devastating. I felt tremendous guilt, and wondered if my wife could sense my agitation. ...

... In the morning, the anticipation was almost unbearable. From the moment I awoke, through my drive to work, and even as I tried to concentrate on the business papers I read at my desk, my inability to get Veronica out of my mind was underscored by an erection that would not go away. Her parting words from the day before left no doubt that yesterday’s encounter was not an aberration. She was going to expect to pick up where we left off, but I couldn’t conceive of where that would lead. What would her expectations be, and what would my reaction be? Though I could not deny the thrill I had experienced, I feared for the self-destructive harm that my disquietingly absent will power might cause. For my own sanity, I needed to regain control. I had to summon the strength to tell her that I had no idea why I did what I did, but I would not allow it to happen again. Suddenly, the door opened and into my office strode Veronica. She closed the door behind her and walked confidently toward my desk. My eyes quickly scanned her body, taking in the tight-fitting black top that accentuated her pert breasts and slender waist, the short purple leather skirt that showed off those magnificent legs, and open-toe high-heeled shoes. “Good morning, Jack” she exclaimed exuberantly. “What a beautiful day, don’t you think?” She reached the middle of my desk, turned and hopped up onto it, her legs dangling over the side. She twisted her upper body towards me, leaning on her extended hand. “Have you been ...