1. The Jones Account


    Date: 9/1/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: MarinaC, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    and felt a tsunami of embarrassment gushing over her drawing the blood from her face down to her toes. “Bill, come in.” His voice sounded jovial, not shocked like she would have expected. “You’re just in time.” Kristina heard heavy footsteps on the floor as the stranger approached them. She could almost feel his gaze brazenly surveying her exposed body. “So this must be the girl you've been telling me about Richard.” The stranger's voice had a bit of a southern twang to it, his words oozing off his tongue like a used-car salesman. “I see you didn't exaggerate on how pretty she'd be.” “Sit up Kristina,” said Mr. Blackwell. Kristina looked up into his face, her mouth agape and her eyes as big as saucers in a silent plea that went unheeded. Mr. Blackwell released her hips and took hold of her biceps, maneuvering her to sit upright and forcing her arms down by her side. Her arms squeezing tight against her only made her breasts more pronounced. Trying to put on a brave face, she held her head high, but averted her gaze to the wall behind him. “Kristina. This is Bill Jones of Jones and Associates. I've been telling him about you, and he expressed an interest in working with you.” She would have sworn but the way he spoke they were in a board meeting and not just caught in a particularly compromising position! Then a stinging realization hit her. Mr. Blackwell knew Mr. Jones was coming! From the corner of her eye, she saw that Mr. Jones came to stand beside her. He was a tall ...
    man, easily towering over her and most certainly eyeing the rest of her as he did. Involuntarily her nipples rose into stiff peaks at the thought of his intimate inspection. She could see that he wore brown cowboy boots, broken in from years of use, plus faded blue jeans. With a concerted effort she forced her gaze in his direction to take in the rest of him. He was sporting a light-blue button-down shirt and camel colored sports coat. To top it all off, he wore a tan cowboy hat. His hair was graying more than Mr. Blackwell's, and his face had a few more wrinkles, making Kristina guess that he was at least ten years older than her boss. He was grinning from ear to ear as he lorded over her. He was fidgeting with his hand in his pocket, stroking himself. A surge of self-satisfaction washed over her briefly. She felt a twinge of arousal between her legs just knowing the tantalizing effect she was having on him. Then cold hard reality struck as she was brought down to earth again by the logical part of her brain. What's happening to me? Her mind raced trying to make sense of her feelings. I'm on display like a common whore, and I'm not doing a damn thing about it except making this guy even hornier! He is the firm's biggest client and there is no way I'll ever be able to work with him now! This is a disaster! Before her thoughts could carry her way too much further she felt Mr. Blackwell's touch. This time his hand was on her jaw bone lightly stroking it with his thumb. She closed ...
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