The only good thing about my job that I actually enjoyed was the sexy looking brunette who sometimes worked late at night back in the corner office. I knew her only by her name, and only then because of the fancy nameplate attached to her office door. “Janette Peters”, it read.
I’d been a security, ‘Night Watchman’ at this particular advertising agency for nearly a year now. It was a piece of cake job basically. All I had to do was monitor a few TV cameras of the lobby, corridors as well as the elevators. None of the offices had security camera’s installed, which would have made for some interesting eve’s droppings according to some of the stories I’d heard from my fellow security co-workers. They’d shared stories of things they said they’d either seen, or had heard about themselves of some intimate goings on between a few of the employee’s. Truth was, in the year I’d been working there, I hadn’t seen anything of particular interest aside from one of the cleaning people who I had caught on camera masturbating into a trashcan. But even that had been less than exciting to watch, getting the poor fellow fired for it afterwards.
The fact that I worked the evening shift when the offices were closed perhaps had something to do with any lack of real excitement on my shift. It was rare that anyone was there with the exception of one or two really dedicated employee’s that sometimes stayed a little later on in the evening after regular business hours. But like I said, Janette Peters was one of those. And as attractive a woman as she was, I always enjoyed watching her whenever she was out and about from her office in the late evening.
One night after the cleaning people had finished up for the night, I made my rounds ensuring that all the offices were locked up and secured. I knew that Janette was still there. I’d never actually met her face to face or spoken to her of course. I had in fact no clue if she was married or single for that matter. About all I knew for sure was that she had the longest damn legs I’d ever seen on a woman, which she enjoyed displaying, demurely I might add, beneath semi-short business skirts. I often wondered how they’d really look if she’d ever been daring enough to wear a really short mini-skirt. Added to those incredible legs was a rather impressive bust-line. Not that she was overly large in the tits department. But she certainly had a more than ample chest, by the outfits she wore, and one in which she used to advantage in her position by the looks of things.
I had just rounded the corner near the restrooms just down from her office when we collided. She was just coming out from the bathroom, having obviously changed clothing from her business attire into something a little more formal, and far sexier than anything I’d seen her wearing up until this point. Obviously, she had a date, deciding to change clothes at the office rather than going home first. I assumed from that, that her date was planning on picking her up from work, which I later learned, he was.
“Oh God! I’m sorry!” I exclaimed as we collided.
And it hadn’t been just a brush-by either. Turning the corner on a fairly brisk walk, she was in just as big a hurry heading back towards her office when we literally ran into one another. There’d been no way to avoid the collision, and as we did, I felt those firm twin peaks of hers mash themselves against my chest, as well as one hand as I’d barely gotten it up in a purely reflexive action. Just in time to feel it press fully against her braless breast. I’d expected some sort of tirade from her. Which I’d found over the years was something to expect from most executive types, as they tended to look down on the blue-collar classes as something to be merely tolerated. I was surprised when she smiled at me instead.
“No. It was totally my fault,” she said in the sexiest, softest voice I’d ever heard. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
I could tell from the blush in her cheeks that she knew as well as I did that I’d felt her full breasts, though quite by accident, never the less, fully, as though I had purposely reached out to caress them.
As she stepped back to distance herself from me, I couldn’t help but take in her evening attire. She was wearing a black formal evening gown, with a deep ‘V’ neckline, showing off a considerable amount of cleavage, which was one of the reasons I’d gotten a pretty good feel of the softness of those breasts even if it had been quick and accidental.
Obviously, by the design and cut of the gown, there was no way she could have worn a bra with it. And I also had my suspicions about the rest of the dress too as it clung to her in a form fitting way that highlighted the obvious curves of her body.
In that brief moment that we stepped back and away from one another, while I was still staring at her boobs, she must have been looking at my name badge, “Craig Jensen”, as she now called me by my first time, drawing my attention away from her gorgeous tits, back to her eyes.
“Craig is it?” she asked.
I wasn’t too surprised at the informal address, especially under the circumstances. But I answered her more formally.
“Yes mam?”
“I’m expecting someone at any moment. He should be pulling up in a limousine out front. When he does, would you mind calling my office and letting me know that he’s here?”
“Yes mam.” I responded again.
She gave me the phone number to her office, and repeated it to me. “I should be leaving shortly,” she said afterwards. “But there is also a good chance that we…that I may be returning later on this evening,” she amended.
This time I simply nodded my head in acknowledgment. She had her own master key of course, as well as a coded security access that would allow her into the building at whatever time she wished. The thought of that, I found to be intriguing however, wondering why she of all people would give any thought to returning here to these offices late at night. Especially after a date, if in deed that’s what this was. As though reading my mind, she offered an explanation prior to continuing on down the hall to her office.
“I’m attending a clients cocktail party. I may return here later to finish up some work if it gets too boring to stay.”
I smiled, still not speaking as she passed. But I took a quick opportunity to glance very briefly back down that deep ‘V’ in her dress as she did.
“Nice tits.” I thought silently to myself smiling. Something I’d never be lucky enough to ever see of course, though I doubted her escort, whoever he might be, would have much difficulty in doing.
Ten minutes later her limo arrived. Dutifully, I called her office number and informed her that her escort was here. Watching from my monitor, I saw her approach the limo where a tall good looking guy met her wearing a black tie and dinner jacket. She leaned over to accept a perfunctory kiss “hello”, then I watched as she slid into the back seat of the car, giving me a quick brief glimpse of those equally luscious legs of hers.
I don’t know why I did what I did next. If I had gotten caught, it would have meant not only my job, but very possibly my marriage. Having been in the security profession for years, I had interest, as well as access to all sorts of electronic surveillance devices. Many of which were tiny little wireless cameras that could be operated remotely, secretly positioned most anywhere without fear of detection. As it was, I happened to have several of these types of cameras sequestered away in the trunk of my car. Although the risk I was taking was slight, it never the less, got the adrenalin flowing as I dashed outside to my car, then back upstairs to the executive floor where Janette’s office was located.
Having a master key to all the offices had its advantages. And I had been inside her office once before to turn out some lights that the cleaning service had left on. Though I hadn’t considered it at the time, subconsciously perhaps, I’d noted the décor of her office as well as the ceiling tiles. The camera I’d selected would be perfect for observation from where I positioned it. A slim tiny little eye that would fit perfectly inside one of the many thousands of acoustic holes located within the ceiling tiles.
Once I was satisfied with it’s placement, and had checked out the view on the hand-held monitor that I had to see things with, I retreated back to my normal workstation. The odds of anything actually happening were remote. But it did give me a tiny erotic thrill to actually fantasize about the possibilities.
As I sat reading a book, occasionally glancing at all the monitors, the appearance of headlights pulling into the parking lot alerted me to the fact that someone was pulling up in front of the building. It was the limousine! I knew that Janette knew I would be able to see her for the most part. I was already triggering the security access so she could open the main door without entering the code herself when she approached, looking up directly into the overhead camera, and smiling! Though she still had to use her key, she did so quickly, opening the door as she and her date stepped inside into the lobby area. They passed from view momentarily into one of the elevators, headed up stairs towards her office. What I believe neither Janette, nor most anyone else knew, was that camera’s had been installed in all of the elevators a few month’s earlier for security purposes, hidden in such a way that no one except for a selected few even knew they were there. The moment they entered the elevator, I saw them on my security screen, smiling slyly to myself as the two of them embraced momentarily as the elevator began its slow ascent to the upper level floor.
With no clue that I was still able to observe the two of them, I watched as the guy she was with, cupped her breasts with both hands, fondling them through the material of her evening gown. As he did, he nuzzled her neck, biting her playfully. Janette threw her head back, laughing from the looks of it. I only wished there was audio to go along with the video of the camera’s. But the firm hadn’t wanted to take their internal security quite that far. Luckily, the one I had placed inside her office did. Though I was concerned that the distance from where it was positioned to where they might be inside the office would make hearing anything just as difficult as not having that ability anyway.
Once again I grinned as the elevator reached her floor. I watched as Janette pushed the guy she was with back a little, composing herself, ensuring that nothing was ‘out of place’ as it were, just as the elevator doors opened. As there was a very ‘obvious’ camera located at the end of the hallway, I saw Janette look up towards it as they approached, still smiling as she fumbled momentarily with the keys to her office before stepping inside, closing it.
The sound of the door locking, clicking shut informed me that my camera was operating perfectly as they entered inside. Turning from the company’s monitors, I now turned towards the much smaller one I held in my hand. Operating the small mouse located on the device, I redirected the eye of the camera to slowly rotate until I had them in view, and then zoomed in getting a much better close up of the two of them.
Standing just inside her door, I watched as the guy Janette was with peeled off the straps to her dress until it fell well below her breasts. Admittedly I gasped as those luscious twin beauties came into view. They were nearly perfect. Not so perfect as to appear as though she’d had implants, but nearly so, as they stood firm and inviting, not only to his gaze, but to mine was well. I watched as he leaned over, capturing one within his hand and began tweaking her extended nipple with his fingers. The other, he drew within his lips, sucking it urgently.
“Oh Roger!” Janette squealed in obvious delight. “I’ve been wanting you to do that all evening long!” she told him. “I couldn’t wait to get out of there!”
“Rodger the dodger” as I now mentally nicknamed him, continued playing with those tits I was dying to touch myself. Finally releasing them, he began removing his dinner jacket as well as his black tie.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” he told Janette.
I saw a small frown cross her face when he told her that. “I promised my wife that this cocktail party wouldn’t run all that late, especially on a work night.”
She frowned even more deeply, actually lifting her dress back up to once again conceal her breasts.
“Maybe we should do this another time…when we actually have more time to enjoy it!” she said with an obvious pout to her tone of voice.
By this time however, Rodger was already half out of his own clothing having already unbuttoned his shirt as well as his slacks. I sat there watching as he slipped a hand inside his boxer shorts, suddenly producing a very angry, stiff looking erection, which he exposed, waving it in front of her like some sort of writhing snake. Janette actually seemed mesmerized by it as she stood there looking down at his prick while he stood there stroking himself for her.
“Just say the word baby, and I’ll tuck it away.”
With mixed emotions, I was glad when she didn’t. Instead, she reached out, placing her small tiny hand about it’s girth, squeezing it, and eliciting a rather wicked looking grin from his face along with a slow, deep-throated groan of obvious pleasure.
“Oh fuck! Your hand feels good baby. And so will that mouth of yours!” he added a second later. “How about you suck it a little for me?”
Janette didn’t even hesitate. Still half in and half out of her dress, she dropped down to her knees in front of him, drawing his hard cock between her lips as she began to orally make love to it. Just watching her doing that, I felt my cock stiffen, throbbing with obvious excitement and arousal, wishing it was my prick she was sucking and not ‘The Dodgers’.
After several tormenting minutes of watching this, Roger finally drew Janette up back onto her feet. Helping her to slip off the rest of her dress, I discovered immediately that I had been correct earlier. Janette was completely nude beneath the gown she’d been wearing.
Even more surprising however, was the discovery that she’d completely shaven her pussy. It was totally bare without a hint of pubic hair. Zooming in with my camera, it was as though I was down on my knees looking at it myself. Her lips were slightly puffy and swollen with obvious excitement. Roger was busy struggling out of the rest of his clothing, which gave me ample time to trace the lens of the camera up Janette’s torso until it rested perfectly upon her breasts. Her dark nipples were puckered with excitement, her buds firm, hard and inviting. I could almost imagine myself licking them from where I sat as close as they appeared to me.
“Lets move over to the couch,” she told him once he’d finished undressing.
Janette had a large comfortable looking couch sitting against one wall of her office. Both naked now, they moved towards it where Janette lay down, Roger quickly positioning himself between her obscenely spread legs. I watched as he placed the angry looking head of his prick against the opening of her cunt, and shoved. There was a brief grimace of surprise etched within her face as Rogers prick entered her, but it soon turned to one of welcomed pleasure as he began stroking inside that wet velveteen passage.
Taking a quick cursory look at the bank of security monitors, I ensured myself that nothing else was happening or about to interrupt my unplanned voyeuristic viewing. More importantly, I wanted to take my cock out and begin playing with it. Unzipping my pants, I quickly fished my prick out which was as hard as it had ever been. Already pearly pre-cum “fuck juice” as my wife called it, was leaking out of the tip of my penis in excited expectation of my enjoyments.
“Oh yes Roger, fuck me! Fuck me!” I heard Janette calling out to him as he continued to pummel his prick in and out of that hot looking twat.
“You like this huh bitch?” he leered above her.
Obviously, Janette seemed to like this ‘take charge’ almost dominant, verbal abuse he was throwing out at her. The harder and faster he slammed into her, the more she seemed to be getting off on his vocal assertions.
“Rub your tits!” he commanded. “Pull on them you fucking cunt! Play with them you horny bitch!”
Janette complied; tugging on her tits, twisting her nipples as he asked…rather demanded that she do. By the look on her face, she was close to orgasm, but then so was he. I wondered briefly if he would even bother to ensure her pleasure before reaching his own, but the matter was settled within the next moment as Janette cried out in obvious climatic bliss. Seconds after that, Roger withdrew his prick which was already discharging copious amounts of cream which he began aiming, spraying against her tits and face as he knelt there above her on the couch. Janette seemed to revel in the sensation however, drawing her hands up, not to ward off the sticky explosions, but to begin playing in them as they continued to land upon her exposed flesh.
Drenched, covered in slimy pools of his rich nectar, Janette lay beneath him a moment longer, finally satiated, once again taking charge.
“Get up,” she told him. “I need to clean up and get going,” she said simply. “And you need to get out of here before your wife starts to wonder where the hell you are.”
That reminder seemed to trigger his memory as he quickly did exactly as she asked. As Roger the dodger began dressing, Janette sat up, though not immediately making any attempt to dress or cover her nude form. I assumed as I sat there that she would finish doing so in the rest room, and wondered briefly how she’d accomplish that without ruining her dress by putting it back on.
Though my nuts were tight, swollen and screaming for release, I refrained from relieving myself, now curious if this wondrous episode was really over. I decided to wait and see what Janette would do first before either tucking myself away for pleasure later on, or finishing what I’d begun in hopeful expectation.
As I followed Roger on the one hand out of the building, releasing the front door locks electronically as he pressed the buzzer at the door just before exiting. I had kept the other eye on the private monitor I’d been using to watch Janette in her office with. As she had a small sink with which to wash up, she did so. Removing whatever traces of his spunk, which had remained, not absorbed into her skin before once again putting on her evening dress.
Deciding then that the show really was over, I tucked my still hard cock away inside my pants for self-pleasuring while recalling everything I had just witnessed for replay later.
Following Janette as she left her office for the bathroom, I assumed correctly once again that she’d gone in to change before finally heading home. When she reemerged, she had indeed changed, but not into the working attire I had seen her in earlier, but into a much more casual sweat suit that she obviously had on hand for just such an occasion.
I had already made up my mind to head down the hallway, meeting her in the lobby area and thus escorting her to the exit door, which would also give me the brief opportunity to once again chat with her, even if only for a moment, when from the corner of my eye, I thought I saw movement in one of the outside monitors. Frozen in place, I continued to scan the screen, wondering initially if my eyes had been playing tricks on me. Unfortunately, Janette was already exiting the elevator and I would now have to sprint down the hallway to meet her.
“There!” I said staring into the screen. Janette’s sleek black BMW was the only car besides my own beat up Chevy Malibu sitting in the parking lot. A hedgerow sat behind it however, even though it was parked fairly close to the front of the building. As I stood there staring at the monitor, I again saw movement, realizing in that fraction of an instant that someone was in fact laying in wait just behind the front of her car.
“Holy shit! Janette!” I called out. And now I did run. But Janette had already exited the building, heading towards her car, completely unaware of the danger that awaited her.
Armed only with handcuffs, as there had never been a need for any of our security to wear side arms, I dashed from the control room, sprinting down the hallway as fast as my legs would carry me. It was useless to try calling out to her as Janette was already well out of the building at this point. I only hoped that whoever it was that was lying in ambush, waiting for her wasn’t armed with a gun. If they were, chances were that neither one of us would stand a chance.
I knew it was useless to try and over take her. She’d reach her car long before I could get there to do anything. My only chance was to sprint across the back of the parking lot, coming up on her assailant from the side. Hopefully, in my coming out of the darkness from an entirely different direction, it would take him by surprise, giving Janette a chance to recover from her shock, and perhaps escape.
I was still several yards away when Janette reached her car, electrically unlocking the door with her keys. As she reached to open the door, I saw the man emerge from the bushes dressed all in black, complete with a black knitted hood over his face. Janette must have heard the movement, turning when she did. That brief hesitation probably saved her life. Rather than stepping into the open door in an attempt to access her car, she spun away instead. Her attacker lunged, missing her by mere inches. A glint of steel sparkling in the moonlight as he did. Obviously, he had a knife!
“Janette! Run! Run! Call the police!” I yelled.
I’d closed the distance sufficiently to know that I could warn her, perhaps buy her a moment or two in order to get away. As I’d hoped, her assailant turned towards me in surprise, but I had already closed the distance, reaching up to grapple with the knife he was now swinging towards me. Rather than running however, Janette jumped at the attacker from behind just as his knife hand slashed out towards me. I felt a slight sting and a tearing as the knife ripped through the material of my shirt near the shoulder. But I now had his knife hand in mine. With Janette all but riding his back, I reached back, plowing my fist into his face, dropping him with one severe punch. I heard the knife tumble from his unconscious fingers, clattering against the ground a split second before he did. Already lying on his face, I planted my knee in his back, wrenching his arms behind and securing them with the handcuffs I thankfully still had on me.
“Now you can call the police,” I told her.
“Are you ok?” Janette asked.
“Fine. You? Did he cut you…hurt you?”
“No…thanks.” Weak kneed, Janette leaned into her car grabbing her cell phone, dialing 911.
“Who is it?” she asked after having given the police our location.
I reached up, removing the knitted cap from his head, spilling out a head full of long blonde hair in the process.
“It’s not a he…but a she!” I exclaimed in surprise.
She was just starting to come around when I rolled her over.
“Oh my God! It’s Rogers wife!” Janette stated. “She must have been spying on us, waiting for us to return here after the party!”
#
It was well over an hour when the police finally left with Roger’s wife securely in their custody. Nearing two in the morning now, Janette and I finally headed back inside the building.
“You should call someone from your office, let them know what happened so they can send someone to relieve you,” she told me.
As we entered the brighter lights of the lobby, Janette turned towards me in alarm.
“Craig! You’re bleeding!”
I’d forgotten all about the near stabbing. Hadn’t really felt any pain until now due to all the adrenalin that had obviously been pumping through my body.
“It’s not that bad. A little soap, a Band-Aid, and I’ll be just fine,” I assured her.
“I’m not so sure,” she replied hesitatingly. “Lets go back upstairs to my office and have a look at it.”
As we rode up the elevator, I could see she was still visibly shaken. Her long dark tresses were all tangled, and she really did look a fright, which was perfectly understandable under the circumstances.
“Here. Sit down, take your shirt off,” she instructed.
I did so; peeling off my shirt, realizing it had already quit bleeding and would need at most one or two stitches, if that. I noticed however that her sweatshirt had a smeared bloodstain, worried briefly that perhaps she had been cut after all.
“You sure you’re ok?” I asked indicating the blood stained smear across her chest.
She looked down. “No, I’m fine. She never touched me. That must have come from you when I stood hugging you.”
It certainly wasn’t the most appropriate time to be thinking in sexual terms, but I couldn’t help but remember the feel of those soft breasts pressing into me as we stood there hugging one another, waiting for the police to arrive.
“You’d best get that soaking in some cold water. Otherwise the blood never will come out.”
Janette agreed, and though I expected her to head off to the restroom to do so, finding something else to put on, she surprised me by pulling her sweatshirt up and over her head revealing those magnificent breasts when she did. I know my mouth must have stood there gaping open as I tried not to blatantly stare at her, but I couldn’t help myself.
Filling the sink with cold water, she wadded her shirt up stuffing it in. Sitting there watching her do all this with those beautiful tits bobbing about, bouncing up and down, caused my prick to lurch, reminding me even after all the excitement, that I’d been entertaining a different, still unsatisfied form of excitement earlier.
“I have an idea,” Janette said turning towards me. “We really should clean that wound up a little better. That…and check to see if there are any other injuries we’re not aware of. There’s a shower in the women’s locker room. I think maybe we should use it.”
“Together?” I said in surprise.
Janette merely smiled. “I could use one myself,” she said fluffing her still tangled hair. “Come on!”
Dutifully, I followed her out of her office, down the hall towards the woman’s locker room. I thought briefly of reminding her that the corridors were under surveillance, and as such…on tape. With both of us bare-chested as it were, I knew I’d have to get a copy of that tape and erase it. Or…at the very least, confiscate it for myself. At least I’d have something to remember this evening by afterwards.
Once again Janette surprised me by completely stripping off the rest of her clothing before stepping into the shower stall, adjusting the warmth and spray as she did. It was easily big enough to accommodate four people. For a split second, I had to wonder if it ever had.
“Well? You coming in? Or are you just going to stand there and watch me?” she asked.
I was half-tempted to tell her I wanted to do both. Remaining silent however, I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothing, joining her.
Janette quickly attended to my wound, cleansing it out, ensuring that it really wasn’t as bad as it had initially looked. Just the touch of her hands on me had caused me to stiffen, embarrassedly so however, and standing there as I was, there was very little I could do to conceal it. Looking down, seeing my obvious erection, Janette grinned placing it delicately within her hand.
“I suppose you’re going to tell me that you’re married too!”
“I am…but she’s not the type to come after you in the middle of the night either. And besides, she has a boyfriend. I’ve known about him for a couple of years now. I guess my working these late night shifts haven’t been exactly conducive to the perfect marriage.”
She smiled, dropping to her knees before me in the shower.
“Well as long as I don’t have to worry about her jumping out from bushes at me,” she said winking.
But before I could even respond to that, I felt her soft lips surrounding the length and girth of my prick, drawing it inside that sweet sucking mouth of hers.
“Oh God, Janette! You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you doing this to me!” I admitted to her.
I heard as well as felt her laugh around my cock as she briefly removed it.
“Oh really? And how many times have you sat there in your secure little office jerking yourself off, thinking about me?” she asked.
I felt my face turning crimson. “Just once…tonight in fact.” I continued to blurb. “When I saw how beautiful you were in that black evening gown.”
I wasn’t about to tell her everything else I had seen. I wasn’t that stupid at least. And didn’t want to screw up my continuing to work here, though now…I had become a little worried about that since we were standing here fooling around. Or rather I was standing here having my dick sucked.
“Hmmm. I like the thought of that,” she told me, continuing to lick and nip at the sensitive head of my prick. “I can almost imagine seeing you sitting there, watching me through the monitor, playing with yourself.”
“God. If she only knew!” I thought silently. As much as I hated to admit it, seeing Roger fucking her on the couch in her office had been the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed in my entire life.
“What about Roger?” I questioned, vocalizing a portion of my thoughts.
“What about him?” she said still mouthing my cock as she spoke. “After tonight, even though he didn’t have anything to do with what happened, I think it would be best for both of us if we didn’t see one another again. Don’t you?”
Janette sucked hard by way of emphasis on my prick, fully surrounding it with her lips, once again drawing me in deeply inside her mouth.
“Couldn’t agree with you more,” I weakly stammered in agreement.
“And besides…knowing that you’re here, working late at night will make me feel a whole lot safer whenever I’m here with you,” she added. “And I plan on doing a lot of late night work here over the next little while,” she winked teasingly at me.
I knew if Janette continued to suck and jack my cock the way that she was, that she’d end up with a mouth full of cum-juice. Not wanting the pleasure to end quite that quickly, I reached down, drawing her up to stand before me once again. As I did, I finally reached out, clasping those gorgeous breasts of hers in my hands, softly caressing them while I leaned forward to kiss her. She met me half way, our tongues soon fencing with one another in a fiery embrace of their own while my fingers toyed, teased, and pleasured those hard twin nubbins of flesh that filled my palms.
I felt her shudder involuntarily, quivering in arousal. Now it was my turn as I slowly made my way down her torso, stopping to kiss, lick and suck her breasts, tummy, and eventually lingering at the apex of her sex as I knelt before her, spreading her legs slightly so as to allow myself easy access to that beautiful hairless slit that stood gaping at me as I tentatively slipped my tongue inside that furrowed passage.
“Oh yes…eat me! Eat my pussy! Please!” Janette begged.
But she didn’t need to. And I didn’t want to become good old Roger the Dodger either. I had no intention of controlling her, I wanted to pleasure her yes, but do so in such a way that we were both giving, as well as taking from one another equally.
Placing her leg so that it dangled slightly over my shoulder, I buried my tongue deeply inside the sweetness of her sex that greeted me. Lapping at her like a contented cat, I teased that hard pearl of flesh that peeked out at me, flicking it with the tip of my tongue repeatedly before devouring it between my lips, gently sucking, caressing it with my tongue.
“Don’t stop! Oh Please Craig….please….don’t stop!”
I had no intention of it. As Janette grabbed handfuls of my hair, nearly yanking it out, I slid a finger delicately inside of her, toying with the sensitive flesh I found there, probing for her ‘G’ spot, teasing it with the tip of my finger as I simultaneously sucked her clit, holding it firmly between my lips. A split second later, Janette was groaning with wild abandon, mashing herself against me, still pulling my hair as she came against my face in great heaving thrusts of her pussy as she near suffocated me in her pleasure.
“Oh fuck Craig! That was nice!” she said finding her wits long moments later. “And speaking of ‘fuck’, I think it’s about time that you did just that!”
We soon left the shower, toweling one another off briefly before once again padding down the hallway back to her office in our birthday suits. “I really did have to remember to confiscate that tape now.” I thought. Having the guys seeing me being led back to Janette’s office by my cock might be amusing to most of them, but it certainly wouldn’t be all that amusing to me.
With my prick still firmly held in her hand, Janette did indeed lead me over to the couch. Kneeling down on all fours as it were, she presented that sweet heart-shaped ass towards me, even wiggling it as she did.
“Fuck me Craig! Fuck me hard!”
I slid into her with ease. Her pussy was still wet from her climax, her lubrications still swimming around my dick as I thrust deeply into her. Watching her breasts as they began to sway back and forth as I continued fucking into her was far better than anything I could have ever imagined. Her pussy was so warm, so slick with her femininity that I knew I’d never be able to last very long at this rate. And she knew it too.
“Don’t worry about it Craig. We have all night. When you cum, pull out so I can feel it squirting on my ass…my back. I like the feel of that,” she told me. “And then afterwards, when you’ve had a chance to recover, lets do one another orally at the same time,” she said grinning.
Just hearing her tell me that had the fuck juice racing up my shaft where I quickly began to bathe her back and ass in torrents of my white-hot cum-cream, just as she’d asked for.
#
“She really is crazy! All that just to get the night watchman into bed with her. All she’d had to have done probably was to simply ask him to fuck her and he probably would have anyway.”
“True…but you know Janette. She loves to play these games. It’s all apart of her character. And besides, she told you that if you went through with it, she’d let you go down on her, and she’d go down on you too remember?”
Roger’s wife did remember. Though she sat there rubbing her sore jaw from the effort.
“It’s a good thing he didn’t have a gun or something, he’d have probably even used it.”
“Which is why Janette ensured that the security here never carries any weapons. And remember, you’re the one that accidentally stuck him. That wasn’t supposed to happen either!” he told her. “After he yelled at you, you were supposed to drop the knife and then run like hell remember?”
“Yeah…well at least everything turned out the way she wanted it to anyway.” Roger’s wife said reluctantly. “And I finally get to eat her pussy. So I guess the sore jaw was worth it in the long run. Boy…can that man punch! Oh…and be sure and tell your friends in the police department that they played their part in this perfectly as well. I still owe each of them a blow-job!”
“Yes you do,” Roger said reminding her. “Now…lets sit back, have a little fun ourselves while we watch the two of them going at it again. Janette’s going to flip when she finds out Craig was watching the two of us inside her office. Though chances are, she’ll probably get off knowing that he was, finding out that her little fantasy cop there was getting his jollies while doing so. She suspected he had been all along anyway. And this simply proves it!”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Roger’s wife ordered him. “We don’t have that long before we have to get out of here.”
“Oh…I wouldn’t worry about it. By the looks of things, Janette will have poor Craig there busy the rest of the night.”
Silvia, Roger’s wife bent over the desk so he could enter her from behind while they continued to look on using Craig’s personal little monitor.
“She really does love to fuck doesn’t she?” Silvia stated.
“Like all get out. She’s already setting something up for the UPS delivery guy. Wait until you see what she has up her sleeve for that one!”
“As long as it doesn’t involve my getting punched in the face again, I’m ready for anything,” Silvia said smiling through her split lip.