Authors: Meredith McClain
Tags: #Anthology, #Erotic Fiction, #Novellas, #Romance
Kirsty had flitted through the giant boardroom and the overflow into other offices in a bid to display her abilities to work a room. She hoped to present herself as an accomplished professional for her father to witness. He'd been sincere when he complimented her and discussed the possibility of her long term position leading to something more challenging if she wanted to play a larger part in the organisation.
Having ticked one of her 'to do' tasks off her list she was left with only one remaining – Jason McManus. She was unable to spot him with a quick scan of the room, thus made her way to his private office.
'Thought I might find you in here,' she said, walking in.
'Oh you did, did you?'
'Your far too uncomfortable at social gatherings to get involved in the playful politics of the office.'
'Though I'd leave that to you.'
She chose to ignore the comment.
'It wasn't the best hiding spot from me though was it Jason?'
'I'm not really the player - you are.'
'You're not a player?' she asked, doubtfully.
'No,' he assured her.
'Strange because I'd have said since Monday you've been playing games all week.'
'I've been working.'
'That's all you do Jason. It's is why you headed here rather than somewhere more... private.'
He locked the door to his office and closed the vertical blinds to prevent any gossip.
'Where did we leave off from then on Monday night?' asked Jason.
Kirsty sat in his office chair and twirled around in it.
'Why don't you come on over and I'll show you where I think it might have been?'
Jason came over. He stood arrogantly in front of her as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. She had to stop herself drooling at the sight of his proud, erect penis. Not wearing any underwear, she unleashed the beast and took him straight in her mouth. Sucking on his large purple helmet she could already taste the pre-cum oozing from him. It was watery and had little taste to it, but the fact he was so keen for her was a turn on in itself.
His girth was astonishing. He was average size in length but she'd had to open wide to encompass the head of his dick. Once in she realised how cock-hungry she was for him. She sucked and swirled her tongue round him, relaxing her throat as much as possible to inch him in further. Any restraint he had thought he could exercise was long gone as he groaned at the feel of her mouth on him.
Kirsty made an executive decision to give Jason exactly what she knew he wanted. She took to her knees.
'Do you like me down here?'
'Oh fuck yes,' said Jason. 'Suck me now Daddy's girl.'
Desperately she licked his shaft, her spit had lubed him for her to switch between her mouth and running her hand rhythmically up and down his shaft.
'Tell me how you want me Jason. I promise I'll do everything you ask'
'About time someone took you in hand. Strip for me.'
Proud of her toned body, a result of routine gym sessions, she had no qualms in performing a strip tease for him; taking her time to slip out of each article of clothing until she was naked and ready to be taken.
With one sweep of his arm, Jason cleared the desk and bent her straight over. She was enormously satisfied his cool demeanour had been obliterated in the presence of her soft, naked, youthful skin. He pushed one hand on her face to keep her head pinned to the desk and rammed his cock straight into her pussy.
Utilizing her pelvic floor exercises she clenched internally and released rhythmically to massage the shaft buried in her. He was cursing at her actions and begging her to stop him cumming too quickly. She released him for a short period allowing him to pound her hard. He clearly had wanted this for as long as she had. Kirsty was lubed and receiving him, but he was slamming into her so vigorously the table was moving across the carpet with each thrust.
Having been faithful with Gary, she hadn't had a man for some time and the strength and power was intoxicating. Her inability to resist his physicality, heightened the experience for her. Forceful sex wasn't her particular fetish but it was always fun to experiment and Jason was leaving her little choice in the matter. It wasn't until she was grunting as he went deeper and deeper that he relaxed the hand on her face.
The minute she lifted her face, he had her by the throat holding her back on the desk. He pulled out and she heard him spit.
'Jason, not like that.'
'You promised me any way, Kirsty.'
She closed her eyes and wriggled her backside inviting him into her back passage. His fingers rubbed her wet pussy and bought her juices to her ring-piece to ease his impending entry. It wasn't that she hadn't done anal before, but not with a one night stand and it certainly didn't feature regularly on her sexual menu.
The initial penetration hurt but once he was in, her muscles acclimatized to his dick invading her arse. His hips rammed into her unforgivingly and she whimpered in the process. When he withdrew he pulled her up by the hair.
'Suck my cock now, bitch.'
She turned round and slapped his face hard.
'Fuck off Jason. Don't be disgusting.'
He forced her onto the desk and let his mouth roam her body as he held her arms above her head. A fresh burst of moisture streamed from between her legs, as he suckled her nipples. He licked from the base of her throat down between her two sizeable breasts. She parted her legs wanting him back inside her.
Stepping back he took her ankles over his shoulders and rubbed the head of his prick against her clit. The feeling for both of them was sheer ecstasy and the minute Jason felt Kirsty's legs tremble he directed himself back into her slippery slit. She finally reached her long-awaited climax. Her contracting vagina was blissful for Jason to be inside.
'I think I'm done,' she said sleepily.
'But I'm not.'
Jason banged her again and with her legs over his shoulders the penetration was perfect. At times he could at time feel the back of her vaginal wall. She squealed but didn't fight him off.
As he steadily pumped away she caught sight of a bright red light in the corner of the room. She shook her head, acknowledging exactly what it was and smirked at the camera, deliberately placed to record their entire session.
'Jay I'm tired,' she complained.
He stopped mid motion, took her ankles from his neck, pulled her from the hips further onto his hard-on, spread her legs wide and shafted her vigorously.
'Think of it as a work out at the gym.'
Her jiggling breasts called for him and soon he was latched onto them with his mouth again. Kirsty was resigned to riding out the session in full knowledge of the camera. Checking her glazed eyes, Jason pulled out and slapped her lightly on the face. She stood indignantly and slapped him hard.
'Jesus, twice? I wasn't being rough Kirsty,' he said.
'Sorry.'
He sat on his seat.
'Make it up to me. Come ride my cock till I cum.'
She went to straddle him, but he shook his head.
'Other way,' he instructed.
Slowing she lowered herself onto Jason's cock. He pulled her legs wide, exposing her pink pussy; he had one hand caressing her clit and the other groping a breast. Naturally the chair spun as she rocked up and down on him and naturally it was in the direction of the camera. Splayed legs, and private parts on show. His idle stroking of her lubricious nub had her climaxing again and she bucked up and down on his dick as she did. He pinched her nipple hard and she went crazy, lost in the moment.
'Hop off.'
Calmed down and settled with him still inside her, Kirsty was not really prepared for any further sex. As she got off he pushed her to the wall.
'Spread your legs. I think I deserve to cum.'
She did as he asked and let him glide into her one last time. He built up pace, crushing her against the wall.
'Stop,' she shouted.
He did so without question.
'We're done here Jason.'
'No we're not little girl.'
'Actually we are. We're done here and you're done here Jason.'
'What are you talking about?' his voice was filled with confusion.
'Not tonight Jason. We can finish this another time.'
'We'll finish it now,' he retorted angrily.
'You called the shots Monday and I'm calling the shots now.'
'We are not done here Kirsty.'
'We really are Jay. I suppose it would be better to say you're done here,' she emphasized the 'you're'.
'What do you mean?'
Kirsty pointed at the camera.
'Smile Jason, I've got it all recorded and I don't think my Dad would be particularly happy with your performance at work tonight.'
'But he would yours?'
'I only need to show him the bad bits of you corrupting me. What else is editing for? It would be too cruel to make him watch the whole thing. I wouldn't want him having a fit now would I? I don't know about the ins and outs of the software used for that kind of thing, but I don't have to. Did I ever mention that Gary's a real whiz with computers – he posts all kinds of stuff on youtube or is it xtube? '
'What the hell? You want me to say you win?'
'That'd be a promising start.'
'Okay, Kirsty you win.'
'I really have, haven't I?'
'Whatever,' said Jason, indifferently.
'You'll hand your resignation in Monday?'
'Are you actually serious?'
'I am Jason. I really didn't like your tone on Monday morning. Defending that stammering idiot Mark and speaking to me like I was a naughty school-girl. The cracks about Gary really aren't acceptable, he's a great guy that really gets the girl I am. He knows all about tonight and is prepared to help out.
What I'd suggest is you hand your notice in on Monday and get Daddy to write you a nice reference, otherwise I think tonight might be classed as 'gross misconduct'. If I'm not wrong that's a sackable offence. I might get off the hook for what's on the tape, Daddy sometimes turns a blind eye, but how do you rate your chances, Jason?'
Kirsty smiled and waved goodbye without looking back.
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Shirley Glasgow had never stolen a thing in her life...not even a donut from the local coffee shop when she worked there. Now, here she was, actually trying to steal a flower pot from some poor family’s porch. This was beyond ridiculous. She wasn’t even sure the sisters would be happy with the flower pot...this house had 20 flower pots...how was she to know which one was the right pot?
She flipped her long black hair away from her face and sighed. It was dark out; well after 9 p.m. The late October air had a chill to it. Shirley shivered. Underneath her flimsy black sweater, her nipples were hard against her full breasts. She hugged her slim belly for warmth.
Closing her eyes, she grabbed a pot. Any pot. She was ready to make a mad dash for it, blue jeans and high heels and all. Just as she could feel a pot in her delicate hands, her foot got caught in a patch of mud of some kind. She tried to pull away and free her heel but it wouldn’t budge. Terror seized her.
Calm down,
she thought.
Calm down. It will be OK Just slide your foot out of the heel.
Now, just as Shirley freed her foot from the shoe, the sensor lights were triggered. The entire front yard was now bathed in surprising swatches of light; in the middle of the yard, there stood Shirley. No shoe, stolen flower pot, and all. The nausea she felt now was nothing like the terror she had experienced just a few seconds before. As the front door angrily swung open in the night, Shirley tried to smile up at whomever had opened it.
Blinded by the lights, acutely aware of how hard her nipples must look in her thin sweater, Shirley stared up at the figure on the porch. The figure stalked back and forth. Pacing. Finally, the figure cleared its throat. Shirley braced herself. The bellowing, male voice declared, “I think if you’re going to be taking from my prized collection of begonias, then you’d best come in for a cup of tea.” Shirley didn’t respond.
“This instant,” the deep voice bellowed again. The voice repeated, “I make it a habit to get to know all the young ladies who take gifts from me each year. Or I make it a habit to call the police. It’s your choice.”
The man in the robe turned away and stalked toward the door. Trying to free her heel from the mud, Shirley finally called after him, “Wait. Wait. Sir.”
The porch was rickety as she walked across it.
Oh God
, Shirley thought. Let me just get inside in one piece. The man had already entered the home. The door was left open for her. She pulled her hair back across her neck and tried to smile as she walked in. She was scared
but...hey...things like this make the college experience, right? Right?
Inside the house, the decorations were old. The wallpaper was clearly from the 1950’s or maybe earlier...Though immaculately maintained, everything from the ceiling fixtures to the thick floorboards, felt like it was from another time and place.
Shirley took a deep breath in and held it tightly. The large wooden table in the middle of the room looked like it was set for eight guests. It looked like it had been set like that since 1928.
Yikes
, Shirley thought. She searched the room for the man from outside but saw no one. She could smell something.
Apples. She could definitely smell apples. Since childhood, Shirley had always loved the smell of fresh apple pies. She could smell it anywhere. It reminded her of... happier times… She walked toward the kitchen. Before she could get closer, however, a strange thing happened.
A short woman with blonde hair piled feet high on top of her head came running out with a wicker basket of what appeared to be laundry.
“Oh goodness.” The woman hurried. “I’m late.”
“Um. Hi,” Shirley said.
The woman stopped long enough to look Shirley up and down.
“You’ll do,” the woman said. Shirley looked at the woman now. Though arranged in a rather odd hairstyle, the woman’s yellow hair was vibrant and silky. Ringlets fell across her young face. Her eyes were heavily made over with thick, black eyeliner and pink eye shadow. Her well-defined cheekbones had been glazed over with a peachy cream-based blush.
“I’ll….do?” Shirley was dubious. The woman’s cleavage, no longer obscured by the laundry basket, was rather showy. She had large breasts and hard nipples that darted out of her very tight and very short black dress. Though the woman was fuller than not, her hips looked sexy in the dress and under it; her legs had a nice, delicate shape to them. Shirley blushed.
“Yes. Yes. Of course you’ll do.” The woman seemed irritated with Shirley. What on earth was going on here?
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I stole your plant. I guess I met your... husband? Outside? And I guess… he’s not too happy with me. I understand. Thing is. I’ve never taken a thing in my whole life and I promise you I never will again. This was a one time thing. I promise.”
Shirley’s voice was becoming more and more desperate. Here in this room out of time with this strange but sexy woman out of time, she actually felt afraid for the first time since she’d arrived at college just a couple months earlier.
“Look.” The young woman looked her straight in the eyes now. “I don’t care about the damn plant. I thought you were here for…”
Shirley was confused. Completely confused.
A look of recognition flickered and the woman now said, “I think you’re supposed to go to the atrium.”
“The atrium?” Shirley repeated.
What on earth?
“Yes. Yes. You’ll find it. It’s that a ways.” The woman looked bored as she spoke. She hurried past Shirley.
As quickly as she’d come in the room, she’d left. The laundry basket remained on the overly large out-dated table. As Shirley began to wander through the house, she marvelled at how large the house was. From outside, it had been deceptively big. Big, but not a mansion. Inside, there were corridors and room after room. All had closed doors. She opened one room; it was for a bathroom that looked more like a retro dentist’s office than a bathroom. Green and black tile. Mirrors.
Shirley went inside and locked the door. She splashed cold water on her exotically attractive face. Her full lips were still pink from the cold air outside. Staring at herself in the strange room’s large mirror, Shirley wondered if she should keep going or try to find the way back out. If she did, would she run into the strange woman again? The laundry basket? The apple pie that was baking somewhere? She left the bathroom feeling slightly less afraid. She chose to walk deeper into the antiquated home.
A grand staircase suddenly protruded before her. The banister was actually made from marble. The architecture student in Shirley wanted to take out her phone and snap photos of it but she couldn’t; now wasn’t the time. She had to find the atrium.
Strange sounds bounced across the great house’s grand walls. The sounds of wine glasses clinking. Jazz music playing. Champagne bottles popping. Shirley followed the noise.
As she walked closer and closer to the source of the noises, she was surprised to hear a familiar voice. It was her History 101 professor. He sounded drunk but it was clearly him. He was going on and on about ancient Rome. Snooze. Shirley hoped to avoid him tonight.
In the distance, she could see the atrium. She knew some houses in the area had been built with atriums as a way to hold outside parties in any season. The ceilings were always made of gently sloped glass panels. Inside the atrium, candles flickered. Music played. Drinks were poured. The music...it could have been from a live piano. Shirley was convinced this was no ordinary party. Was it some kind of belated Halloween ball? Through the glass atrium window, she peered in.
Sure enough, she saw her history professor holding court. He looked different in a tuxedo; more like a Rolex model and less like a doughy, sweaty nerd stuffed into a plaid vest. It even looked as though he had muscles. Shirley sighed. It was so strange to see her professor out of context like this. He stood as though he was going to turn around. Shirley quickly ducked below the height of the windows so as not to be seen.
Crouched in the corner, shivering because even in this big house it was still cold, and afraid for having tried to steal the big flower pot, Shirley Glasgow was close to tears. Why had she ever decided to join a sorority house in the first place? Sure, she was beautiful, that was a given...but she was brainy, darnit. Brainy girls like her didn't do things like steal stupid plants from stupid parties.
She thought of her father and she frowned. At least he’d never find out about any of this. Thank goodness for that, at least. He’d passed away just two years prior. Her mother wouldn’t care, really. After all, it was her mother who had egged her on. Her mother had said meeting other sisters would do her some good.
She’d only gotten herself into this sorority house mess to make her mother happy. And now this. Now she really was in quite a mess. Her thong panties were starting to feel uncomfortable due to the way she was curled up. She wanted to get the hell out of here before anyone from the university saw her.
As the tall figure from the porch clearly walked by her, Shirley trembled. The tall figure with the long, heavy robe and the deep, thick voice. Shirley thought he hadn’t noticed her as she saw the fabric of his robe pass right by her. Finally, she looked up.
To her horror, the tall man was staring right at her. To her greater shock, the man looked like the face of a female fantasy. He was tall, dark and handsome. His chin line was prominent. Green eyes peered out at her. She shook as he reached for her hand.
Still holding her hand, the strange man in the robe took it all the way to his soft lips. He slowly kissed her delicate skin, letting his tongue wet just the top of her hand. It was so unusual and so strange that Shirley realized she was actually wet by the time he released her arm.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, tonight, Miss Shirley.” The man with the deep voice bellowed less now.
Shirley looked to the ground. She saw that the blue heel she’d gotten caught in the mud was dirty. It made her frown.
“I’m sorry...uh...Sir. I’m sorry about that. Sincerely,” Shirley tried to make amends.
“That’s okay. Shirley. You will get punished, however,” the deep voice said. Was he serious?
The word punishment made Shirley sit straight up. Her eyes clawed around the room for an exit...any exit. She saw none.
“Don’t worry.” He touched her wrist with just one finger. “You will like the punishment, Miss Shirley. You really, really will.” How did this strange man in this strange robe know her name?
He pulled her to a standing position now. Though they were right outside the atrium party, no one could see them due to the differences in light.
As they entered the atrium, Shirley shaking like a leaf about to blow away, the strange man made an even stranger announcement, “Ladies. Gentlemen. We have our Rush tonight. Everyone meet Shirley.”
All eyes turned to Shirley who stood limply by the strange man’s side.
“She’s been a naughty girl tonight. A very naughty girl. You all know what we do with naughty girls, isn’t that right?” the man proclaimed.
Now, the man’s firm hands slipped over Shirley’s slight shirt. He effortlessly found her nipples and squeezed them hard. Out of reflex, she squirmed at first. Then, she gave in. Her panties were already damp, she knew it. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see that her history professor had recognized her. Yikes.
Now that she had been introduced to the group, the mood of the party continued. The piano was played louder, alcohol was drunk more.
The man in the robe whispered to Shirley, “Now it is time for you to put on your party dress.” He escorted her out the back entry way of the atrium to a small dressing room. The room was completely bare save for an odd, wooden changing table that looked, to Shirley’s eyes, as though it would have looked more at home at the MoMa Museum in New York. Shirley’s eyes danced from the striped wallpaper to the changing table and finally settled on the box on the chair.
Following her gaze, the man nodded and replied, “Open it. Put it on. I will be back.” With that, the man, and his flowing robe and sexy eyes, left. She could tell he hadn’t gone far.
Shirley stood in the strange room for several seconds while debating what, exactly, to do. As she took her thin blouse off, her breasts bounced out of it. The cool air rushed them, like a hug from a villain. As she unzipped her tight jeans, she knew she could manage to get out of here if she really wanted to. She was little but a good, strong runner. She knew, though, that she couldn’t escape while half-dressed.
Standing naked in the small dressing room, save for pink thong panties, she approached the white box. Like the rest of the house, even the box felt luxurious and out of time. Slowly, Shirley lifted the top.
Inside was a dress for her to wear. Even little sparkly shoes. The dress was pink, like her panties.
As she draped it over and across her body, Shirley realized it fit like a glove. The cut of it made her breasts look like two oversized, fresh apples. Her hips looked like Cleopatra. Her legs, against the silky tight dress fabric, moved like those of a dancer. In the mirror, her long black hair looked particularly vibrant tonight. As she slipped on her new shoes, she realized she’d never felt more beautiful before in her entire life.