Executive Orders: Part Two
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By Tracy Ames
Published on July 28, 2010
Executive Orders: Part Two
His first five months in the office was spent wooing everyone he met, as the new head of production was obliged to do. The department needed a facelift and Marcus Campbell was the perfect fit. Within seconds he captivated anyone, save Jae Alton. She wasn’t easily beguiled.
His first five months in the office was spent wooing everyone he met, as the new head of production was obliged to do. The department needed a facelift and Marcus Campbell was the perfect fit. Within seconds he captivated anyone, save Jae Alton. She wasn’t easily beguiled.
Executive Orders: Part Two
IRE Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked
“They’ve given you a new office?” Jae asked looking down at Marcus as she rocked back and forth, slowly impaling herself on his cock.
“Yes, it’s a corner office overlooking the park. You’ll love it.” His hips rolled upward, meeting her mid stroke. “When they moved in the desk, I thought about where would be the best place to fuck you.” His hand on her chest gently leaned her back so his cock hit her g-spot.
“Don’t stop.” Jae labored. Marcus aptitude for dirty talk could launch ships.
“I’m putting a mirror on the back of the door so that we can watch ourselves.” He pulled her forward and growled against her lips. “I’m gonna make you scream, Jae. I want everyone in the office to hear me fucking you.” His slow primal rhythm equaled hers. “What do you think they would say if they knew every morning I slide under the covers, open your beautiful legs and part your pussy with my lips and tongue for the pleasure of fondling your clit before work?” He felt Jae tightened around his shaft, slowly, determinately bringing him to orgasm with her.
“In the evening,” Jae said breathily. “…we’ll open the blinds, and turn on the lights so people in the park and other offices can see me bent over your desk. I want them to see you taking me.”
His orgasm twitched at the head of his cock. The image of his hands rubbing over the smooth ebony skin of her bare back while his cock glistened with her wetness was enough to send him over the edge; but strangers watching added a voyeuristic quality that caught him off guard. Two or three more pumps of her undulating hips was all it took—he pulled her against him—and they came together.
They lay holding one another. Minutes passed one after another until Jae gave him one final kiss and stood leaving Marcus spread eagle on the bed and tip-toed across the cool stone floor to the bathroom. Marcus inched his head up spying Jae standing, still on her toes, at the basin washing her face.
“We can buy a mat so you don’t have to stand like that.”
“That would be helpful.”
“Anything else I can do for, Your Highness?”
Jae smiled watching him come towards her. “No, that’ll be all.” She waited until he stepped into the shower and followed him. Without a second thought, he began washing her. They’d only been together six months yet they’d slipped into these small domestic routines quite naturally.
“Sooner or later, we’ll have to break the news about us.” Marcus said rinsing her left arm.
“What should we tell them?” Jae snorted. “How the soon-to-be president of production took his speechwriter, with whom he’d carried on a year long cyber relationship yet hardly knew in real life, on holiday, impregnated, and then married her?”
Marcus smacked his lips. “Doesn’t sound good, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t. Not even I can spin this one. We should find new jobs.”
Silence fell between them as they danced their nightly ballet. Jae stepped from the shower and toweled off. The water stopped and Jae handed Marcus a towel before turning to leave.
“Jae,” his voice dripped sincerity. “I don’t regret anything that’s happened.”
She turned and caught his eye. “Me neither.”
“They’ve given you a new office?” Jae asked looking down at Marcus as she rocked back and forth, slowly impaling herself on his cock.
“Yes, it’s a corner office overlooking the park. You’ll love it.” His hips rolled upward, meeting her mid stroke. “When they moved in the desk, I thought about where would be the best place to fuck you.” His hand on her chest gently leaned her back so his cock hit her g-spot.
“Don’t stop.” Jae labored. Marcus aptitude for dirty talk could launch ships.
“I’m putting a mirror on the back of the door so that we can watch ourselves.” He pulled her forward and growled against her lips. “I’m gonna make you scream, Jae. I want everyone in the office to hear me fucking you.” His slow primal rhythm equaled hers. “What do you think they would say if they knew every morning I slide under the covers, open your beautiful legs and part your pussy with my lips and tongue for the pleasure of fondling your clit before work?” He felt Jae tightened around his shaft, slowly, determinately bringing him to orgasm with her.
“In the evening,” Jae said breathily. “…we’ll open the blinds, and turn on the lights so people in the park and other offices can see me bent over your desk. I want them to see you taking me.”
His orgasm twitched at the head of his cock. The image of his hands rubbing over the smooth ebony skin of her bare back while his cock glistened with her wetness was enough to send him over the edge; but strangers watching added a voyeuristic quality that caught him off guard. Two or three more pumps of her undulating hips was all it took—he pulled her against him—and they came together.
They lay holding one another. Minutes passed one after another until Jae gave him one final kiss and stood leaving Marcus spread eagle on the bed and tip-toed across the cool stone floor to the bathroom. Marcus inched his head up spying Jae standing, still on her toes, at the basin washing her face.
“We can buy a mat so you don’t have to stand like that.”
“That would be helpful.”
“Anything else I can do for, Your Highness?”
Jae smiled watching him come towards her. “No, that’ll be all.” She waited until he stepped into the shower and followed him. Without a second thought, he began washing her. They’d only been together six months yet they’d slipped into these small domestic routines quite naturally.
“Sooner or later, we’ll have to break the news about us.” Marcus said rinsing her left arm.
“What should we tell them?” Jae snorted. “How the soon-to-be president of production took his speechwriter, with whom he’d carried on a year long cyber relationship yet hardly knew in real life, on holiday, impregnated, and then married her?”
Marcus smacked his lips. “Doesn’t sound good, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t. Not even I can spin this one. We should find new jobs.”
Silence fell between them as they danced their nightly ballet. Jae stepped from the shower and toweled off. The water stopped and Jae handed Marcus a towel before turning to leave.
“Jae,” his voice dripped sincerity. “I don’t regret anything that’s happened.”
She turned and caught his eye. “Me neither.”