On the Job · Part 1

On the Job · Part 1 (1/2)
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Once again I had gotten burned. It happens time and again, but I never learn. But then again, it's not always all that bad. Maureen is the departmental secretary/receptionist for a systems group at Merrill Lynch, and I met her while working there on a contract. She is attractive and sexy, and after some very limited conversation, I started fantasizing about making it with her. Somewhere along the line I started losing touch with reality and believing I had a chance with her… that's how I get burned. After leaving Merrill I had barely established a pleasant acquaintance with her, but I already was starting to believe she wanted me. After a few months of being away from there, I was engaged in full-blown, wet masturbatory fantasies about a willing and eager Maureen finally getting the chance to satisfy me.

Well, the bubble burst, as it usually does, 3 months later when I finally got the chance to phone someone in that same group at Merrill. She answered the phone, and as usual was cordial, but there was none of that eagerness I had made myself believe in… actually, it was more of a strained politeness. When I heard soon thereafter that she and her boyfriend were often into it hot and heavy, I knew that once again, I was a fool.

So in my mild depression, I decided to go back to an old standby: pornography. It's a little less exciting than fantasizing about someone real, but I don't get hurt when my lust object turns out not to be interested… as has often been the case. As long as I'm going to be fantasizing anyway, I might as well protect my feelings. So, I went home and dug out my crate of pornography. Most of this was clipped from issues of Penthouse and Club over the past 10 years, but some of it was written by me. What all of it had in common was that it involved dominant women. Often, the men were seduced by the women. In some cases, the man was the initial aggressor, but the woman turned out to be more than his match and he is made to somehow yield to her.

My most instensely arousing fantasies involve my being seduced by a friendly but dominant woman, and the porn I wrote myself consisted of stories on this theme. By a "dominant woman", I'm not referring to the stereotypical, leather-clad "Mistress" who hurts, degrades, and humiliates her partner. My kind of dominant woman doesn't break down my resistance with pain, physical force, or sadism, but rather she uses the art of seduction and her erotic power over me. It's done in an intensely controlling, but non-hurtful and non-humiliating manner. Everything she gets me to do is through her ability to persuade and seduce. I do what she wants because she's has me so aroused, not because of fear or by being forcefully overpowered. All the porn in my collection, including those pieces I wrote myself, involve this kind of woman.

I spent a fun weekend going through all the porn and selecting a dozen or so of my favorites, including 3 pieces I wrote myself, in which I am the person being seduced and dominated. I brought my selected erotica into work and hid it in a folder amidst some little used, boring papers, and whenever I get the urge I bring the folder into a stall in the men's room, and I stroke and tease my cock while reading the porn. Due to the fact that this is a busy rest room in a crowded office building, I would never bring myself to orgasm, but just quietly titillate myself to the point where my orgasm later at home would be intense and satisfying.

So anyway, one Friday at work I was in the bathroom stall, teasing my cock and really getting into my fantasies, when suddenly I realized I was late for a meeting. I had lost track of the time. As I bolted out of the bathroom, I nearly collided with a woman whom I'd seen several times before. She was a brunette, about 25 and pretty, with a really nice figure. She stood out around the office as one of the few women who weren't shy about wearing sexy clothes to work. She'd swing her hips and let her breasts bounce as she'd walk, and I'd often find myself staring appreciatively at her swaying ass and sexy body.

She was wearing a tight red dress of a light, knit material. It stopped way above her knees. Several times earlier that day I had seen her and admired how sexy she looked in that dress with her gorgeous body and sexy walk. So anyway, after nearly colliding with her, I started to blurt out a hurried apology about being late for a meeting, but I almost choked on the words when she seemed to gaze at my crotch and then back up to my eyes. At that point I realized that I still had a partial hard-on from my bathroom masturbation, but I kept my cool… barely. She had a smile and replied to my apology with what seemed to be a raised eyebrow and a cheerful "No problem." I nervously apologized again and rushed back to my desk where I quickly stashed the folder of pornography, grabbed my notebook, and ran to the meeting.

Luckily, the meeting started late and I got there just as the door was closing. It went on for a couple hours and was boring as hell, and my mind wandered back to that woman. Did she really notice my hard-on, or was it just my imagination? Was that some sort of a knowing look she gave me after her apparent gaze at my crotch, or just a cheerful acceptance of my apology? After a while I decided that I was reading far too much into her actions and was once again letting my imagination get the better of me. I sighed to myself and tried to concentrate on the meeting.

It finally ended around 4:45, 15 minutes before quitting time. But as usual, I had to work late. Back at my desk I sat down with the intention of resuming work on the program I was trying to finish, but I looked down and noticed a note. It read "You dropped some papers out of your folder. Call me before 5:00. Ursula." There was a phone extension. I swore to myself and practially tore my desk drawer open. My fears were realized when I looked into my secret porn folder: the erotica was missing along with some of the innocent papers I used to hide it in. I swore again. That stuff must have fallen out of my folder some time after I was in the bathroom masturbating. I went into a panic.

Was "Ursula" the sexy woman in the red dress, or someone else? What if Ursula is offended by the porn and tells my boss… or calls Company Security? Or worse, what if she shows it around the office for a good laugh at my expense? I entertained the notion that the porn was still in between a couple of the innocent papers and it wasn't detected, but I had to admit to myself that such a thing was virtually impossible.

I drove myself crazy with my fears for a few minutes until I suddenly snapped out of it and looked at my watch. If I was going to call at all, it had to be soon because it was almost 5:00. So, I made the decision: I'd call Ursula and get it over with… not responding would be worse for me in the long run if she somehow disapproved of the erotica. I gritted my teeth, dialed the extension on the note, and hoped for the best.

A woman's voice answered and I vowed I would try to be calm. I said, "Hello. Is this Ursula?"

"Yes it is."

I introduced myself and said, "Uh, I found a note on my desk with this number on it. It… uh, the note said that you found some papers of mine?"

"Oh… yeah, that's right. I've got them right here." Her voice was friendly.

"Uh, good, and, uh, thanks for leaving me that note. Um, uh, sorry I didn't get back to you sooner… I just got out of a meeting".

"The same one you were running to when you almost bumped into me?" So Ursula *was* the sexy woman in the red dress. She was being friendly and cheerful… I relaxed a bit and replied that it indeed was.

"I'm glad you called," she continued. "I was away from my desk a lot this afternoon, and I thought that you might have called when I was gone and were afraid to leave a message. I was about to come by and see if you were at your desk." So she thought I'd be afraid to leave a message… there's no reason for her thinking that unless she saw the porn. Damn! But she was still being nice about the whole thing… actually, she was downright cheerful. That was a good sign.

She lowered her voice to a whisper, as if someone was nearby: "So, Al, can we talk in private?"

About what? All she had to do was return the porn. This was getting more and more interesting. But I was was still nervous and played dumb. "Oh… sure, I guess… if you want. What about?"

She laughed and said, "I think you know what it's about, Al." She paused, waiting for a reply, but I was speechless. Her voice was confident and a bit sultry. I felt a wave of excitement and a stirring in my groin. After a moment, she continued, "Can we meet before you leave tonight?"

"Ummm… sure." I made it sound like I had to figure out my schedule before I could be certain, although in actuality nothing could have made me miss this opportunity. I hoped she couldn't see through that childish ruse. "Uh, let's see… any time before 8 or 9 would be fine."

"Good," she said in a friendly but somewhat businesslike manner that matched the tone I had just been feigning. "How about 8:30?"

"Sure, that's fine." I was calmer. "Um, where should we meet? A conference room?"

"I think it would be better to use an office. I have the keys to one that's empty this week. How about if I come by and show you where it is? Will you be at the same place I left my note?"

"Yeah… OK. Just come by. I'll be at the same place."

She started whispering again, "I'll pretend I need help with a program I'm writing."

"Oh, OK. That's fine. And, uh, you'll bring my stuff?"

She laughed. "Oh yes… I'll bring all your *stuff*, Al." Her conspirtorial secrecy and the teasing emphasis she put on the word "stuff" got me all the more intrigued… she obviously knew about the porn and was being quite cheerful about it. I wondered what she had in mind for our private meeting. "Don't worry," she added. "See you then. Bye." I said goodbye and she hung up.

The time went slowly. I tried to work, but I was too anxious and excited. I kept looking at my watch every minute or so and tried in vain to concentrate on my programming. Most of the time had finally gone by when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I practically jumped out of my seat. I turned and saw it was Ursula.

She was smiling, which put me a bit more at ease. "Jumpy, aren't we?" She looked good standing there next to where I was sitting. My eyes were at the level of her chest, and she made no attempt to move when I turned and found myself staring at her nice breasts from about a foot away. She put her hand back on my shoulder when I turned, and her thigh pressed against mine. I felt my penis starting to harden. This was looking more and more interesting all the time!

I was quite nervous, though, and I tried to excuse my jumpiness by stammering something about being tired and overworked that barely made sense and sounded really lame. She laughed good-naturely, squeezed my shoulder, and pushed slightly against me. I felt her thigh against mine again, and this time I also felt her breast brush lightly against my shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Al. C'mon, follow me. I'll show you the program I'm having trouble with." She winked and then motioned me to follow her.

"Oh… uh… right… uh… let me just log out here…" I was so excited I was shaking. I managed to log off the computer after only 5 attempts at typing "logout", and then I stood up bumping my knee. I grabbed my bag, almost dropping it, and said, "OK, I'm ready."

She laughed heartily but good-naturely at me, gave me a reassuring, sexy smile, and said, "Yeah… you're ready all right," as she slowly lowered her eyes down to my crotch and back up. My cock was hardening and I'm sure that was visible in my pants. She winked and said, "C'mon. There's an empty office I know about." She led the way to an office on the opposite end of the floor that she unlocked. "This is Al's office," she explained. "He's out of town for two weeks, and as the departmental secretary, I have the only other key. We won't be disturbed. Lock the door behind you."

I said "OK," and did so. She put her bag on the empty desktop and sat up next to it, cross-legged. She motioned me to sit and looked at me as if she was waiting for me to say something. I nervously sat down but couldn't think of anything to say more than a dumb-sounding, nervous, "Well, here we are."

"Yes, that's true," she said with exagerated mock seriousness and she laughed again, smiling. "You're quite the nervous one, aren't you Al?"

That got me even more nervous, and I stammered, "Uh… yeah… I guess I'm high-strung… I always have been… I'm sorry… I'm just… well…"

She laughed again. "Don't worry, Al. I don't bite."

I took a deep breath and collected myself a bit, and then I said, "OK… thanks," and smiled. She returned the smile, and said, again in her friendly, but serious tone, "So, Al… let's get to the point." She paused and I nodded. She continued, "Your papers fell as you ran off to your desk after you almost crashed into me. I tried to catch up with you, but I only got as far as the doorway by the time I saw you rushing off to your meeting. I left you the note and went back to my desk." She paused, as if in thought, then continued, "I have to admit that I'm nosy, and," she smiled, "imagine my surprise when I saw all that pornography."

"Uh… yeah… I can imagine," I said sardonically.

She gave me a sly look. "I *thought* I'd noticed a hard-on in your pants when you left the bathroom." I looked down and groaned to myself. This is embarassing, albeit quite exciting. "Being curious and nosy, I took your pornography in the bathroom with *me*, and I read through it." She reached in her bag and pulled out a folder. "I like this stuff, Al. You have good taste."

I nervously looked down and thanked her. Did she masturbate in the bathroom like me? Did she just go there for privacy? Did she like the porn for literary reasons, or was it sexually exciting to her? These and other questions raced through my mind.

My thoughts were interrupted as she continued, "So, did you write those typewritten ones?"

"Yes, I did." I nervously fidgeted around.

"Are they autobiographical?"

I groaned again. This was so very difficult. But this looked like it was leading to something quite interesting, so I pressed on. "Well… not really… I mean, they aren't based on anything that really happened. They're… they're fantasies… you know, wishful thinking." I was pained to think that I was so sexually inexperienced and insecure that I had no real experiences to match up my fantasies. I was pained all the more because she now could infer that I probably masturbated to the porn, too.

She looked at me for a moment as if sizing me up, and then said, "I was hoping that you'd say that, Al." I looked up at her quizzically, and she continued. "You know, about your wishful thinking." She paused for a moment and gave me a meaningful gaze and said, "You see, Al, I like men like you."

"Oh?" I said hopefully but also suspiciously.

"Yes, Al. I do." Her demeanor was totally serious. "I can tell from this stuff…" motioning to the folder, "… that you probably could really appreciate a woman like me."

I was quite happy about how things were working out. This sure as hell looked like she was going to offer herself to me sexually, but I still was trying to not let my hopes get too high. Plus, I was so damn nervous and embarassed. "Uh, well, I… I mean, well, I *do* appreciate you, uh, but… but, like… like what do you mean, exactly?"

She laughed again. "I mean, Al, that your taste in porn shows me the kinds of things you like, and I like them too."

"You mean," I said slowly, "my taste in porn makes you want to… uh…"

"Makes me want to seduce you? Most certainly. I like seducing men who fantasize about being dominated." She stared intently at me as I nervously looked down and tried to figure out what to say.

"You're not going to deny that you'd like me to dominate you, are you, Al?"

"Well…"

"Al, c'mon. Look: almost all your porn… no, I think *all* of porn has to do with men being seduced, men being dominated, men being made to do things. This is true both about the stuff you cut out of the magazines and of your own fantasies, which you yourself have just told me are a product of wishful thinking."

I felt trapped. This was shaping up to be a fulfillment of the very fantasies she was referring to, but I was scared as hell. On the other hand, I had to keep going… I wanted this to continue. "OK… you're right. Yes… I do like… like to be… like for the woman to be… be strong and… and… OK, yes, and *dominant*." She nodded with a triumphant expression, and I continued, "But being dominated… I mean, I like it… sort of… I mean, well, it's not so simple."

I looked at her pleadingly, but she didn't let me off the hook. "So why don't you explain it to me, Al? Tell me how you want me to dominate you."

I groaned and must have looked annoyed, because before I could get out an answer, she said, "If this is too much for you, we don't have to go on." I looked up at her. She was serious, but not angry.

It was really happening, right out of my fantasy! I was being seduced by a dominant woman. "No… I *do* want to continue."

"Are you *sure*?"

I thought about it for a second… what a shmuck I am! I almost blew this opportunity. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm absolutely certain." I looked at her expectantly.

She smiled and nodded reassuringly. "Good. I want it too, Al." She looked at me with a sexy expression for a moment or two, and then she got a bit more serious again and said, "So I know this is difficult, but this really isn't going to work unless you can tell me how you'd like me to dominate you."

I sighed, but nodded in acknowledgement. "OK, but please bear with me if I falter or get nervous. I'll eventually manage to get it all out."

"Certainly, Al. Say it any way you need to. I'll be patient." She gave me another sexy, reassuring smile.

"Alright. It's like, I don't… I don't want the 'Mistress' kind of stuff with pain and humiliation and force or anything. I like a 'gentler, kinder' kind of domination." She laughed. I felt a bit more at ease after my joke and pressed on. "You know, the woman being in control…"

She interrupted. "Not 'the woman', but *me*, right now." She gave me another sexy look. "Go on."

I smiled and shook my head in near disbelief. This was really happening! "Right… OK. I want *you* to be in control and everything, but it's got to be seductive, erotic, friendly… not painful or anthing." I looked up at her… she was patiently looking at me. She motioned me to go on. "OK… I don't want you to hurt me… I really don't want that… I just want you to make all the decisions… to… to make me do things… but… but by seducing me and turning me on… not by forcing me or hurting me or anything like that… do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes, I understand, Al." She started speaking slowly and clearly, making sure I heard and understood every word. "You want to be dominated, but not to be hurt or embarassed or humiliated. You want to be told what to do, but what you're told to do is pleasurable, not painful. You want to have things be unexpected, but with a woman who knows or can anticipate what you want or what would turn you on. You also like to be kept in a state of arousal for a long time without cumming, and to be brought to the edge of orgasm and then to not be allowed to cum… over and over again.

You want to cum more than once, but you're afraid to cum too early because then you might not be able to any more, and the pleasure will be over. You like watching me play with myself for you in many different ways. You like me talking dirty to you. You like kinky stuff as long as it's done delicately and doesn't cause pain. How am I doing?"

I couldn't believe how right-on she was being. My cock was growing in my pants. "Jeezus… how did you know all that…?"

"Oh, it's not not all that hard to figure all this out from what you've said so far and from your fantasies, Al." She waved the folder at me. "I read them. Remember?"

I nodded and laughed nervously, "Yeah, that's right… you did at that. I should've figured…"

She interrupted, "No big deal. Anyway, another reason I'm good at anticipating your needs is that I'm pretty much the same as these women you fantasize about: I'm dominant but "friendly", as you put it. I use erotic persuasion, not pain or humiliation. So, I know from experience what men like you need. Now, you may not believe this, but it's hard to find men that really want this… many are threatened by women who want to be in control, and of those who really do want to be dominated, most want the pain and humiliation stuff, which I'm not that into. That's why I'm glad I found you." She paused, and I said I was glad I found her, too. She smiled and continued. "I'm quite experienced at this, Al. I get turned on making men do things… making *you* do things." She paused again and looked at me intently. "Do you want me to make you do things, Al?" She kept staring, waiting for my reply.

I was scared but excited. I *did* want her to be dominant with me. The combination of fear and excitement was turning me on. My heart was beating fast and I had butterflies in my stomach as she kept staring patiently and intently. Finally, I managed to say, "Yes. Yes… I want… I want you to… to make me do things."

She nodded and slowly uncrossed and spread her legs, bending her knees so her feet were flat on the desk near her ass. Her dress covered her crotch, but she slowly began to lift it, saying, "I want you to jerk off for me, Al. Right now… in here. I want to see you play with your penis." Soon, her dress was completely up around her waist and I saw the crotch of her red, silky bikini panties. She seductively ran her fingertips up and down her panties in front of her pussy.

"Do you have a lot of cum in your balls, Al?"

My throat went dry. My cock throbbed. I had trouble talking. "Uh… I don't know… I guess… I think so…"

She kept stroking her pussy through her panties. "Did you cum in the men's room today?"

"Uh… " I couldn't speak.

She started massaging her pussy with her flat palm and fingers. "Did you pump sperm out of your dick today, Al?"

"No." I choked.

She started pushing her fingers into her pussy as far as her panty material would let them go. She moved her hips rhythmically to meet the pressure from her hand. "When's the last time you did, Al?" I couldn't speak. "When's the last time you pumped sperm out of that hard dick of yours?"

My penis *was* hard. "Uh… uh… I think Tuesday… uh, no… Monday."

She smiled seductively. "Good. So you have lots for me." She continued masturbating, her hand and hips moving a bit faster and harder. She didn't say anything for a minute or two as she kept that up. She never stopped staring at me. Then, she said in a sultry, throaty, seductive whisper, "Take off your pants, Al. I told you I want you to jerk off for me." I got nervous and hesitated. "C'mon, Al. Your penis is hard and I can see it throbbing. You know you want to jack off for me now. No one can hear us in here and I have the only key. Just take off your pants so I can see your hard dick." I sighed and started taking off my shoes. "That's it, Al. I want to see your naked cock and balls. And I really want to see you jerking off."

I managed to get out my shoes, stood up, let my pants drop, and stepped out of them. "Ooooooh, good. I want you to stroke it for me…" I started to reach for my penis, but she motioned me to stop, "… but I want you to do it the way I tell you… it'll be much better that way… you'll see." I nodded and managed to choke out an affirmative reply. "Now do as I say. Aim your hard penis at my pussy, Al. Here… closer… that's it. Now, lick your thumb and index finger and get them wet. That's it. Good. Lick the area between them… like this." She showed me by licking her hand. "Good… now, make a ring with your thumb and index finger and encircle the head, right under the rim.

No… no, not the shaft. Don't touch your shaft, Al, just the head and the area under the rim. Good, that's it. Now, jack your head off lightly, up and down from the rim to the tip and back. Yeah… that's it… back and forth, back and forth… good. Keep your fingers wet, lick them when you need to. Keep doing that to the head and don't touch the shaft."

I started jacking off that way. The sensations were intense, and I had to keep resisting the urge to squeeze my shaft. It made me moan and thrust my hips.

"That's very good, Al. I love having you stand there in front of me and jerk off like that." She kept playing with herself and just gazed intently into my eyes. This was really tunring me on! After a while, she continued, "Now keep watching me. Don't take your eyes off me, Al." She got off the desktop and turned around so that ass was pointing at me. Her dress dropped back to her knees again, and she turned a bit so that she could see me over her shoulder.

"Look at my ass, Al." She wiggled it. "Do you want to see it naked?" By now I was starting to pant a little bit, as the pleasure in my cock was getting more intense. "Yes… uh-huh… I do."

"I thought so. Well, keep jerking off the head of your penis for me. That's it. Your dick is so nice and hard. Can you feel the cum starting to boil in your balls, Al?" "Yes…" I panted. "Good, well, watch my ass." Never taking her eyes off of me, She slowly started raising her dress. She moved like a stripper, only more slowly than any one I'd ever seen. Her leering smile and her teasing, sensuous motions made me even more turned on. My cock was rigid and throbbing, and my stroking was getting more and more intensely pleasurable. I was beginning to pant more deeply and rhythmically and to thrust my hips harder and faster. Finally, her dress was up to her waist, revealing her round, full, panty-covered ass.

She then started playing with the elastic waistband of her panties, slowly teasing them off of her. This was better than any stripper, because she did it so much more slowly. Finally, after many minutes she had her panties down and she pulled them all the way off. She slid both her hands down to her naked ass and started slowly caressing and spreading it open as she languidly gyrated her hips. "My ass, Al," she purred. "Look at it. C'mon Al. Tease your meat for me. Your fingers feel so good! I bet you were going to pump all that spunk out of your hot balls when you got home tonight. All that hot cream, Al. Just think of how your semen will look and feel when it squirts out of you… and watch my ass."

My cock was throbbing and I was furiously thrusting my hips and moaning. "Ahhhhhh, that's it, Al. Your penis is so hard. I love making it that way. I want you hard as steel for me." She continued her erotic motions and kept her eyes on me. I was sweating and groaning as I jerked off for her. The pleasure in my cock and balls kept mounting. After a few minutes she started speaking again. "OK, Al. Now stroke your big long prick any way you like. Do it the way you do it at home." I stopped the teasing motions, took my hard shaft in the palm of my hand, and started jacking off. She started running her finger up and down the crack of her ass and pushing it against her puckered hole.

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