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  “And that’s the reason why we can’t act on your little fantasies. Like the one where I pin you against the wall and make you come even when you tell me to stop.”

  “You read that?!” she squeaks. “I haven’t even sent that one yet.”

  “I read them all, the ones you sent and the ones that are drafts. They’re all on your corporate email, so you have no reasonable expectation of privacy. You’re very imaginative, Camilla.” My tongue caresses her name.

  “What’s going to happen now?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” I stood up. “I want you to take off your skirt.”

  “But I…but you just said…sexual harassment policies…”

  “Now, Camilla.”

  She stands up and reaches behind her to unzip her skirt. The position is pushing her breasts out, and they didn’t need it. Her young breasts are firm, full, and perky, the sort of thing that you find in a centerfold. Her buttons are straining to contain her breasts, and I can see some hints of smooth, golden brown skin.

  She’s wearing a tiny black lace thong that barely covers anything. She’s standing there, her face flushed, uncertain of what’s going to happen next. Her skirt is on the ground.

  “I can’t touch you, Camilla. I can’t do it while you’re on the payroll.”

  “Then why is my skirt off?” She blinks at me, a hint of fear in her brown eyes.

  “Because you’re going to touch yourself, Camilla.”

  She gasps a little, her eyes getting big. “But I…I’ve never…”

  “You’ve never masturbated in front of anyone else before?”

  She nods.

  “How old are you?”

  “Nineteen,” she whispers.

  Nineteen. So young. I have no business doing this with a girl that young.

  But there’s a devil inside me that says, “Put your hand in the front of your panties.”

  I watch as her hand settles on the front of the sweet junction of her thighs.

  “Now rub your clit until you come.”

  “Standing?”

  I motion to the couch in my office.

  “Laying down. Spread your legs.”

  She walks over to the couch, her hand still trapped in her thong, and she lays down. Her legs are far apart now, and I bless her regular yoga practice.

  “Like this?”

  The thong is annoying me, obstructing my view of her pussy.

  “Take your thong off.”

  She takes her hand out and pulls off her thong.

  “And your shirt.”

  She unbuttons each button slowly. Her hands are shaking. Arousal, excitement, and a hint of fear, I think. Anybody could come up to my door and find it locked. It wouldn’t take a genius to realize that Camilla was inside my office with me.

  Her generous breasts are filling up a black lace push-up bra. God, I want to take those luscious mounds into my mouth. I clench my fists.

  Three more days. Then I can have her every way that I want.

  “Pleasure yourself,” I order. “I want to see you come on my couch while I read one of your emails to you.”

  Her eyes meet mine as her hand goes between her legs again. Soon, she’s rubbing herself back and forth, back and forth. I have to unzip myself before my pants strangle my erection. I’m slowly stroking myself to the sight of her spread out on my couch.

  The smell of her arousal fills the air. I can feel myself release a little pre-come.

  I can’t believe the suit he was wearing today. He’s always hot, Kels, but today he was a god.

  I think that a woman must have hand-made that suit for him, because it loves him. Everything that he wears fits well, but this suit looks even better than the others.

  His red power tie is giving me ideas. I want him to call me into his office and then shove me down on his couch, forcing my legs apart and tying my hands above my head. I want him to dry hump me until we’re both ready. Then he’ll tear my skirt and thong off before going down on me. Once I’ve come, he’ll ride me until neither of us can move.

  I can hear her moan a little.

  “Keep going,” I encourage her.

  I don’t think that she needs encouragement. Her eyes are closed. She’s panting fast now. I can see her breasts move with each quick intake of breath.

  “Mmm,” she moans quietly. Her legs are shaking. Her mouth is open. Her back is arching as she shakes all over from her orgasm in front of me.

  Then it’s over. My cock is still hard, but I tuck it back into my pants. This time is for her, not for me.

  “Beautiful,” I say, and she opens her eyes to stare right at me. She looks at her juice-covered hand like it belongs to a stranger and blushes hard.

  “I don’t know…what just happened.”

  “Do you want me to recap for you? In detail?”

  She’s sitting up on my couch now. “No!” She goes to get the skirt from where she dropped it earlier. I enjoy the sight of her bent over, her ass perfectly displayed for me. She pulls it up around her hips. She searches for her thong, but I say, “Leave it.”

  “Leave what?”

  “Your thong. I want to smell it while I wait for you.”

  She’s speechless, her mouth opening and closing without a word coming out.

  “We’re done here,” I say, before she can recover. “And you can go home now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  She never took off her shoes. I hear them click as she goes to the door, unlocks it, and heads back to her desk. I don’t know if the other people out there will smell her arousal on her. I’m torn whether I want them to or not. On one hand, I’m skating close to the edge of a sexual harassment lawsuit. On the other, I want them to know that I’ve been pleasuring her.

  I look at the two cups of coffee on my desk. I drink the grande one, even though it’s gone a little cold. I drink a sip of hers, too, so that I’ll know her drink order.

  It tastes foul. Decaf. I dump it out in my sink. Well, if that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get. Whatever she wants.

  Last Day

  Camilla

  THREE DAYS LATER

  It’s Friday, my last day of work. I’m about to go back to school now.

  Lincoln has been nothing but professional after that time in his office. I almost think that I imagined it. I haven’t even told Kelly about it, and she’s already asked me why I stopped sending her my fantasies via email when we’re both at work. I don’t want to tell her about it. It seems like a secret, perfect dream. Even if the whole thing was a figment of my imagination, I’m going to hold it in my heart until the end of time.

  The look in his eyes when he watched me. The warmth of his voice when he read my email to me. The sound of his hand going up and down his hard cock. All those things were incredible.

  My phone buzzes, telling me that the alarm that I set for five o’clock is on. Half the people in the office telecommute on Fridays, and the other half are out early. It’s the weekend now. Lincoln and I are the only ones still in the office.

  Lincoln is in his office, so I knock on the door.

  “Link?” I open the door and walk into his office. I can see big stacks of paper on his desk. He’s overseeing some acquisition of a tech company that has an app that we’d like to have.

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m out. Thanks for giving me a job. I’ll see you when you come over for dinner.”

  “Come here and close the door.”

  He looks like a lion who hasn’t been fed in months. I kind of feel like running away, but my traitorous nipples are getting hard, remembering what it was like to stretch out on his couch.

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

  “You don’t work for me anymore. I think that it’s a great idea. But it’s your choice.”

  I look at the open door and then at Lincoln.

  And then I close it.

  His smile is bright.

  “That’s what I hoped you’d choose.” He’s untying
his tie now.

  “I wore the red one today. I know you like it.”

  I can feel my breathing pick up a little.

  “Are you going to…”

  “Play out one of your fantasies? You bet.”

  He comes towards me and crowds me against the wall.

  “Hands up above your head.”

  Staring into his eyes, I can see the blackness expand as I put my hands above my head. Then he’s briskly tying them together.

  Then his hard body is pushing me against the wall. I can feel myself getting wet. His hard erection is digging into my stomach.

  “Is this as good as you imagined?”

  I shiver. “Better.”

  I’m wearing pants today. His hands are on my pant’s button, and then he’s unzipping them and pulling my pants and thong down around my ankles. He pulls off one shoe carefully, and then he’s pulling off the other. My pants and thong are on the ground.

  “Kneel.”

  I kneel in front of him. I’ve never sucked anybody off before, but I’m glad that it’s him.

  My hands might be tied together, but I can still use them. I’ve learned enough from Kelly to know that I need to put a fist around whatever I can’t fit inside of my mouth.

  I lean it but he backs away.

  “You have to want it.”

  I lean forward, grab his cock, tug it, and then put it into my mouth. I hum a little around it, which makes him gasp. I can feel him shoot a little pre-come into my mouth, which I swallow.

  Then I’m stroking his cock, using the smooth silk of his tie, and fondling his balls as he thrusts back and forth inside of my mouth.

  “Uh. Ah.”

  A salty stream of seed is spilling inside of my mouth. I swallow it up, maintaining eye contact with him as he unloads inside of my mouth.

  Then it’s over. He pulls his cock out of my mouth. I know that it’s softening, but my mouth feels so empty now.

  “You’re going to bend over my desk now.”

  I look at his desk, still covered in stacks of paper.

  “But what about the acquisition?”

  He shoves everything off of his desk. The papers spill onto the floor, covering the carpet with papers that are rapidly getting mixed with each other. They’re out of order.

  “I don’t give a fuck about the acquisition. You. Desk. Now. Or you’re going to get a spanking that you won’t forget.”

  I rush to his desk and bend over.

  “Good girl,” he praises. I’m still wearing a shirt and bra. His desk is cold against my cheek. I’m breathing, waiting for him to touch me.

  Then a hand is between my thighs. I jump when he finally touches me there, right there.

  “Responsive little thing, aren’t you?”

  A thick finger pushes its way inside of me. Then he stops.

  “You’re a virgin.”

  I’m as wet as a fountain.

  “Yes.” My whisper is very quiet in this office.

  His finger pulls out of me. “Oh God, this is a mistake.”

  I cringe when I hear him call finger-fucking me a mistake. I can feel tears threaten, so I go to the corner where my clothes are. I put on my skirt, not bothering with my thong. Another few seconds and my shoes are on.

  “Camilla. Look at me.” I stare at the ground and try not to let the tears fall.

  Then his hand is on my chin and he’s forcing me to look up at him.

  I can’t stop the tears from falling anymore.

  “Camilla, baby.” He holds me close and rests his chin on the top of my head. “Your first time belongs to someone you love, not your dirty boss. Not your dad’s best friend, who, by the way, will slaughter me if he ever hears that I touched his baby daughter.”

  I stiffen in his arms and pull away. “I’m not a little girl anymore.”

  He puts a finger in his mouth, keeping eye contact with me. He sucks it then pulls it out with a pop.

  “I know.” He sighs. “But I can’t take your virginity.”

  Tears of rage and sexual frustration are running down my cheeks now.

  “Well, it’s moot,” I say, not bothering to wipe them away. “Because it’s my last day of work anyway.”

  Barbarian

  Lincoln

  I watch Camilla walk out, thong in her hand, a sad slowness to her walk, and I feel like a total piece of shit. I never should have touched her, and I definitely shouldn’t have gotten within a whisper of taking her virginity. For God’s sake, I remember the day she was born. I remember her selling me Samoas when she was a Brownie. I remember how proud her father was when she graduated from high school.

  I’d betrayed him. Smelling her scent on my hand, though, maybe made it worth it. I lick up the rest of it.

  I felt her melting on me like warm honey. I knew she wanted it. And I’d still sent her away.

  I must be a fool. An honorable one.

  I wash my hands, then I’m pulling out my phone. So many contacts. There’s a blonde who doesn’t expect anything besides a dinner and a good time. A brunette who loves to argue with me and then hate fuck me because she says that I’m a corporate pig who needs to be taught a lesson. She normally “teaches” by ripping my clothes. A red-head who loves tossing salad.

  And all of them pale in comparison to what I just had with Camilla, and we haven’t even fucked yet.

  I’m a mess.

  I’m still hard. My dick is about to poke a hole in my pants, so I shuffle into my bathroom and close the door.

  In my imagination, she hasn’t left.

  There she is, bent over on my desk. My finger touches her hymen. I don’t say anything, just silently thank God that she’s giving me this precious gift.

  I kneel behind her, pulling her thighs apart until I can lick up all her honey. She shivers in front of me as I bury my face inside of her, but just not deep enough. The angle against the desk is pushing her clit against the hard edge, and she’s moaning in front of me. Her legs are shaking because she’s about to come.

  I thrust two fingers inside of her small opening and she’s shouting as I press against that perfect spot on the front wall that makes her go wild. Her come is on my hand, filling the air with the scent of sex.

  She’s shaking on my desk when I stand up, my cock ready to go even after she sucked me off.

  I tease her entrance with the tip. She pushes her hips back, but I step back.

  “I control the pace here,” I warn. “Not you. Against the desk.”

  She settles down against the desk. To punish her, I don’t penetrate her with my cock. Instead, a finger gathers some of the moisture that’s spreading to her thighs and circles around her back door.

  “Do you want me to take your anal virginity, too?”

  “Yes.” The whisper is almost too quiet to hear. God, she’s so dirty. A dirty virgin. I love it.

  “I’ll have to prepare you first, make sure that I don’t hurt you.”

  “I trust you.” Her body is on my desk. Her hands are tied. She has no power in this position.

  I sink my cock into her slowly, one inch at a time. I can feel her muscles already fluttering around me.

  “You like this?”

  Her cry means that she’s beyond words, but the quick clenching of her muscles around my dick say that she’ll come soon.

  “Come,” I command. “Now.”

  With a scream, she’s clenching my cock tighter than a fist. I can’t shoot when she’s this tight. I can see that her leg muscles are clenched up. She arches up and I pull her hair so that her back curves like a C.

  She’s panting hard beneath me. I put a hand on her throat, not to choke her, though. I’m just feel her pulse and each breath as she finishes her orgasm.

  Then my hand slides to the base of her neck and I’m controlling her motion as I slam my cock into her small body. She’s still gasping in front of me, but I’m a barbarian. I’m not polite, not gentle. I’m invading her, claiming her as my own.

  I’m not weari
ng a condom. The realization sparks my orgasm as I fill her with my seed. I imagine what her small body would look like with a baby bump, what she would look like with my baby inside of her.

  I am pouring jet after jet of seed into her body, too much for it to hold. It’s already leaking out onto her thighs.

  I clean myself up again. Damn. Sending her away like a gentleman might have been the right thing to do, but I couldn’t have a date with anyone but my hand. When I think about other women, my dick shrivels up. It is Camilla or no one at all.

  Strawberry Bubble Bath

  Camilla

  When I get home, my dad isn’t there. My mom died when she had me, so it is just the two of us and a part-time housekeeper who thankfully isn’t working today.

  I run to my room and go to my bathtub. I need to wash away his hands on my skin.

  I fill up my tub and dump in some strawberry bubble bath. Then I step in. The smell is already making me happier.

  I start to wash myself off, rubbing his scent off of me, but touching my slick skin reminds me of him. My eyes close as I think up yet another fantasy.

  “Show me your tits,” he growls.

  I quickly take off my shirt and bra, dumping them on the floor next to the couch. I’m sprawled out, legs wide, just like he likes. My thong is in his hand. He’s sniffing it.

  Then he’s on his feet, coming over to straddle my body on his couch. It’s a tight fit, but he’s managing it. His cock is out of his pants, but he’s still mostly clothed.

  He has pre-come dripping out of it, and his hand is spreading it all over himself before he puts his dick in the center of my chest.

  “Push your tits together.”

  My hands are on the outside of my breasts, pushing them together, creating a soft tunnel.

  His eyes are closed as he starts to pump his dick through my breasts. His mouth is hanging open. His dick comes very close to my mouth every time he thrusts forward. He’s thrusting in a steady rhythm. I’m watching his dick come close to my mouth every other second.