The Sam Richards

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?

5: Do you like to use post-it notes?

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

8: Do you have freckles?

9: Do you always smile for pictures?

10: What is your biggest pet peeve?

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

12: Have you ever peed in the woods?

13: What about pooped in the woods?

14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?

16: How many people have you slept with this week?

17: What size is your bed?

18: What is your Song of the week?

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

20: Do you still watch cartoons?

21: Whats your least favorite movie?

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

23: If you're a girl, bra size? If you're a guy, pants size?

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in?

25: What is your favorite food?

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

31: Can you change the oil on a car?

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket?

33: Ever ran out of gas?

34: Favorite kind of sandwich?

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?

36: What is your usual bedtime?

37: Are you lazy?

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?

40: Are you horny?

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs?

43: Are you stubborn?

44: Who is better...Leno or Letterman?

45: Ever watch soap operas?

46: Are you afraid of heights?

47: Do you sing in the car?

48: Do you sing in the shower?

49: Do you dance in the car?

50: Ever used a gun?

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?

53: Is Christmas stressful?

54: Ever eat a pierogi?

55: Favorite type of fruit pie?

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

57: Do you believe in ghosts?

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

59: Take a vitamin daily?

60: Wear slippers?

61: Wear a bath robe?

62: What do you wear to bed?

63: First concert?

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

65: Nike or Adidas?

66: Cheetos Or Fritos?

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?

69: Ever take dance lessons?

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

71: Can you curl your tongue?

72: Ever won a spelling bee?

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

74: Own any record albums?

75: Own a record player?

76: Regularly burn incense?

77: Ever been in love?

78: Who would you like to see in concert?

79: What was the last concert you saw?

80: Hot tea or cold tea?

81: Tea or coffee?

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?

83: Can you swim well?

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

85: Are you patient?

86: DJ or band, at a wedding?

87: Ever won a contest?

88: Ever have plastic surgery?

89: Which are better black or green olives?

90: Can you knit or crochet?

91: Best room for a fireplace?

92: Do you want to get married?

93: If married, how long have you been married?

94: Who was your HS crush?

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

96: Do you have kids?

97: Do you want kids?

98: Whats your favorite color?

99: Do you miss anyone right now?

Ashley Harris pulled into a spot next to the warehouse and turned off the car. She looked up at the looming building.

The warehouse was several stories high. The wall was metal spotted with rust. The randomly placed windows were fogged over and a few were pushed out as if someone might be trying to cool behind them.

Ashley tried not to fidget, but found it hard to keep her excitement contained. She pulled her hair into a tight pony tail and looked down at her outfit. She wore a black dress that hung from thin straps. The skirt didn’t make it to her knee putting some bare skin between it and her white knee-high stockings. She smoothed out the material and gave her thighs a squeeze.

Ashley opened the door and stepped out of the car. The air carried a hint of the cool night to come. In the sky the last bit of light flared against the darkening west horizon. The thumping of bass from inside the warehouse seemed to rattle the building as she walked across the dirt to the door.

Ashley had joined Artists Unlimited a year prior as an intern her senior year of college with the help of her roommate Katy. It was a great opportunity to get in on the ground floor, and the fact that Katy worked there too just made it too good to pass up. When she graduated college and took a full time position working as an assistant for one of the agents, Maria Sanders.

Katy and Ashley grew up together and for all intents and purposes were sisters despite not being actually related. They even shared an apartment these days.

Katy worked as James Thompson’s assistant. Mr. Thompson was one of the senior partners of the firm, and was throwing a party for one of the firms clients that had just finished a successful tour. Ashley found him extremely attractive. He was handsome in that rugged way that made it easy to imagined him surviving a couple of weeks fending for himself in the wild on some exotic island. His commanding presence could silence a room when he entered. And his smile. She loved his smile. It always caused her stomach to flip.

Then of course there were the moments when they were alone. The sexual tension between them was palpable. It didn’t help that they both seemed to enjoy flirting every chance they got. And despite that his invite to this party caught her off guard. Worse she struggled to understand the context.

Did he ask her as as an employee? Or as someone he wanted to hang out with outside the office. In the end it really didn’t matter. She was hoping to get him alone in a dark corner and see if the flirting between them would led somewhere.

At the door a lone man stood watching. He seemed out of place among the warehouses Ashley thought. He noticed Ashley and nodded. As she reached the landing he pulled open the door. Music spilled out and Ashley stepped inside.

It took a moment for Ashley’s eyes to adjust, but once they did she was amazed. The warehouse had been decorated like a dance club. On the far wall a DJ sat in a booth above the crowd. He held headphones to one ear and swayed to the music as he worked the tunes. On one side a bar has been setup. The back bar looked like it was set in columns of ice that glowed green, blue, and red from alternating lights at the base. Near the bar was an area of couches and small tables. Most were already taken with small groups of people watching the action in the center. The center was packed with bodies grinding against each other.

Ashley took in the crowd of people and spotted her friend Katy. Katy gave a wave and pointed to a couch. Ashley nodded and started in that direction.

She saw a lot of faces she recognized, and even more she didn’t. Chad from sales nodded at Ash as she walked past but she didn’t act as if she noticed. He hoped he got the message.

“Ash, I didn’t know you would be here?” Katy asked. The music was loud but not so much so that it drown her out.

“Yeah, Mrs Sanders told me she couldn’t make it but that I should come.” She didn’t allow the lie to hang on the air. “This is pretty impressive. It actually looks like a club.”

“Yeah. Mr. Thompson has a way with parties.”

The girls sat and watched the crowd of dancers move against each other. Bodies pressed against each other. There was just something with watching people dance. It was so intimate. And it made Ashley feel like she shouldn’t be watching the interaction, but that only made it more intoxicating.

Ashley caught Mr. Thompson squeezing through the crowd, and felt her anxiety kick in. His black hair was in disarray but on him it looked sexy. His eyes flashed in time with the strobes roaming the room. He was dressed in a tight shirt that showed off the work he had put into his body. His tie swayed as he leaned to slip around people. Ashley caught herself wondering what he would look like without the shirt. The way he moved with purpose ignited her lust. There was just something about him that made her want to do bad things.

“Mr. Thompson,” Katy said almost spitting her sip back into the glass as Mr. Thompson stepped into her view.

James laughed. “Relax Katy it’s ok. This is a party, not work.”

“It’s an awesome party,” she said. Her game face was back on.

“Thanks. Your DJ suggestion seems to have been the key. Good job.”

“Thank you sir.”

Ashley caught the hint of red in Katy’s cheeks at the compliment.

"Ashley, glad to see you got to come out,” he said.

For a moment all she could do was smile up at that gorgeous face, that jaw line, and that mouth. She wondered what it would be like if he kissed her. Just pulled her body to his and kissed her. The feel of those hands on her, the smell of him close. She was supposed to be doing something. Shit. She was supposed to be talking “Please, call me Ash. Mr. Thompson,” she finally got out. The smile she gave felt hot on her face.

Mr. Thompson smiled, “Very well. Ash." Her turned to Katy. "I got to make a few more rounds before I can relax. Can you check make sure the bar has everything they need?”

“Absolutely,” Katy said.

“Then enjoy yourself.” He turned to Ashley. “You too."

“I will.” Ashley watched him walk off. She didn’t realize how fast her heart was beating until it was starting to slow down.

“Holy shit, Ash,” Katy said giving her friend a bump. “Can you be more obvious?”

“What?”

“Don’t give me that,” Katy said. “I know you. I saw that look you gave my boss.”

“Hey, I’m not sure if you noticed but your boss is pretty hot. Besides there is nothing wrong with window shopping.”

“Unhuh.” Her friends words were full of skepticism. "Just be careful. He is not someone that you want to get on the wrong side of. Best to keep things professional.”

“Don’t worry.” But she didn’t want to keep things professional.

“Ok, I got to go check on the bar.” Katy handed Ashley her drink. “I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”

“Ill be here.”

Ashley sat back to people watch enjoying the feel of the music. She lifted Katy’s drink to her face and sniffed. After drawing a blank based on smell she took a sop. She closed her eyes and the music filled her taking control. Her thoughts drift back to of Mr. Thompson. Him leading her to the dance floor. Their bodies moving with the music. Grinding her body against his. His hands on her hips as they dance. The image so vivid she can even smell his cologne. What a wonderful scent, she thought. Then she realizes someone has joined her on the couch.

She opened her eyes. Mr. Thompson was sitting next to her watching her. She stopped moving and his smile broadened.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said.

She stared at him for a moment again losing her thoughts before speaking. “Katy left a few minutes ago. She said she would be back in a few.”

“You like the music?”

“Yes. Easy to get lost in the moment. You did a god job pulling off a club vibe.”

“Thanks,” James said looking around. “It’s owned by a photographer I know. He uses it for his own work and rents it out.”

The music changed, and Ashley downed the last of Katy’s drink.

“Ash,” James said letting her name hang in the air for a moment as if he was watching it float off his tongue into the air. “That is an interesting name.”

“It’s a nickname. I have had it since high school. Too many other Ashley’s at school so it was easier.”

“I like it.”

“Thanks,” she said unable to keep herself from blushing.

“So why are you sitting on this couch, and not out there.” He tipped his head to the crowd dancing.

“Sometimes that's not the dancing I am interested in.” She gave him her best wicked smile. It made her feel sexy. Not to mention she loved flirting.  

He shifted closer to her and put an arm on the top of the couch behind her head. His body was so close they were almost touching. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered. She felt her core  warm. Holy shit what was it about this guy.

He leaned in so his mouth is close to her ear. “Ash.”

She loved hearing him say her name, and how his breath teased her skin.

“Perhaps you can help me with something then.”

“Anything. Just say the word.”

She didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling. “Dangerous words,” he continued. And there was something else in his tone. It caused her body to tingle with excitement.

“Not Dangerous. A promise,” she said. She didn’t get as much innuendo in the tone as she wanted, but was hard to concentrate with his breath on her neck.

“Well lets just put that promise to the test shall we?”

She felt his fingers touch her knee and start to slide along the side her leg. She tried not to tense as they slipped under her skirt. The sensation forced her to hold back a shiver. His fingers reached her hips and slid over her thigh. They started to push under the edge of her panties, and then stopped.

Ash raised her eyebrows and looked down. She didn’t want to scare him off, but his hand retreated and came to rest on her knee. ”What did you have in mind?"

“For starters, why don’t you take off your panties.”

"Here? Now?” She looked around thinking surely someone had heard him. But no one was even paying attention to them.

“Yes. Just take them off, and give them to me.”

Ash looked around again. A thrill shot through her as she thought about what she was about to do.

He leaned in to her ear again. “I want your panties. Now, Ms. Harris.” He put emphasis on the now part.

She slipped her hands under the sides of her dress before even realizing she made the decision. She pressed her back into the couch to lift up enough to slide them over her hips. As the fabric pulled away from her skin she realized they were are damp already. She pulled her knees together and then quickly pushed them down to her ankles stepping out of them one foot at a time. She wadded them up.

James held out his hand. She placed the ball of material in his hand. He closed his fist around them, raised them to his face, took in a breath, and smiled. "Thats what I thought,” he said. “My kind of party girl.”

He slipped her panties into his pocket and leaned into her ear. “Why don’t we go dance.”

Ash’s mouth went dry, but she heard the word she realized it had enter her brain. “Ok.”

James took her hand, and pulled her up with him and started tugging her away from the dance floor.

She looked over her shoulder to find Katy, but didn’t see her.

They slipped through a door behind the bar and the music started to fade as the hall echoed with the door closing. The hallway they were in was dark. The only light came from a few sparsely lit bulbs handing from industrial fixtures that cast yellow cones from the ceiling. At the end of the hall he opened a door and indicated she should go in. The music faded to a dull thump as he closed the door behind them.

The room looked like a set for a BDSM photo shoot. There was a desk, chains on the wall, and a mattress on the floor.

Ash took in the room and turned to James arching an eye brow. “I thought were going to dance?"

“We are going to see just how well you keep your promises. After all you said you were willing to do anything I asked.”

Ash nodded. “Yes, sir. How can I be of service?” She lowered her head and smiled clasping her hands in front of her.

“Good girl. Why don’t you come here,” he commanded.

She walked over to him slowly. She liked playing the submissive even though she knew she held all the power.  

He reached up and grabbed her hair at the base of her ponytail, and pulled her face to his. Slowly he ran his tongue over her lips. He yanked her head back catching her eyes with his and then and captured her mouth in his. His kiss was forceful, possessive. He kissed her like she was his, and it made her feel sexy. To be wanted, to be owned by this man. His tongue pushed into her mouth. He held her tight to him. Their mouthes slid over each other.  

He tugged her away from him breaking the kiss, and then released her.

“Take off that dress."

She took a step back and held his gaze as she grabbed the hem of the skirt, and slowly lifted it up. His eyes fell to her stomach as the dress lifted past and they followed her skin as it was revealed. She pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor.

“Now the bra.”

She reached around and unclasp the material freeing her breasts. Pulling the bra forward she covered her breasts briefly before dropping the bra and letting her hands fall to her side.

James moved up to her. His hand slipped around her neck and he pushed back towards the desk. The pressure on her neck was gentle but firm. There was something about the reality of where his hands were. That her life was in his hands that she enjoyed. She started to ache for him to be inside. She wanted this man to hold her down and fuck her.

The edge of the desk hit her upper thighs.

“Sit.”

She slid up on the desk.

He released her neck and slid his hands down over her breasts passed her navel.

His hands were firm and warm on her body. They moved with purpose owning every inch of her skin. She loved the feel as they explored her. A hand slid over the tuft of blond hair and to her center. Two fingers slide pass on either side of her sex squeezing her between them. His free hand slid around to her back and up to take hold of her ponytail.

A finger pushed gently against her seam but stopped.

“I love that you are wet for me,” he said turning her head to face his. “Are you going to get let me finger this wet cunt?”

“umm,” she started to say finding it hard to hold a thought long enough to put words in the right order.

“I don’t think you are in a position to stop me are you.”

A finger pushed inside her. She bit her lip.

His fingers were experienced. They quickly found the rough patch and force a moan from her. Taking his time he massaged her, his thumb finding her clit and together they worked to coax more moans to freedom.

“Oh yes,” she said as her body filled with pleasure. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”

Ash began to feel the pressure inside build. Each move of his fingers brought the pleasure closer to the top. He pulled her head back as it reached the top. His tongue on her neck forced the dam to break and her orgasm ripped through her in waves.  

Before her body settled he pulled her to her feet. James loosened his tie, and pulled it off.

“Turn around."

She turned giving him her back. James grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her. The silk tie wrapped around her wrists and pulled tight.

He took hold of her wrists and turned her to face him. “On your knees."  

The concrete was hard and cold, but she did as she was told. James unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Her eyes took in his broad shoulders, his muscles straining against his t-shirt, the lump pressing against his slacks. Holy shit, she thought.  

He unzipped his pants freeing his massive cock. It was thick and corded with veins. This man was a beautiful male specimen.  

He moved to take hold of her head again holding it tight. He tugged at it to the side. “Open your mouth," he said and took hold of his cock. He her tight as he moved his cock to her lips. He stopped and smiled down at her for a moment. Then he pushed the head of his cock into her mouth.

It filled her mouth. It tasted of male. She had always loved sucking cock. Ever since being dared to in high school at a party. There was just something about it. The control she held. The power to make a man cum. Nothing made her feel more like a woman.  

Mr. Thompson took hold of her hair and pulled her back. She pressed her tongue against the back of his cock as it slid free and then and back in. “Thats a good girl.” He pulled her off and pushed her back on. "Suck my cock.”

She let him control the speed. He started slow and with each thrust seem to speed up. Each thrust got shallower and shallower until the head of his cock rested just outside her mouth.

“You are such a dirty girl, Ash. Do you know that? I like a girl who knows her place is pleasing me.”

James took hold of her arms and in one easy motion pulled her to her feet. He was strong. Once on her feet, his hand wrapped the back of her neck and he pulled her to him. They mouths melted into each other. A dance of tongues and lips.

She felt him shift, and the pressure pulling her head back forced her to break the connection.

“Now I want to taste that slutty cunt of yours."

He took hold of her neck and pushed over on the mattress. She turned to her side to lessen the impact but the mattress was soft and it caused her to bounce before coming to a rest.

He grabbed her legs under the knees and pushed her legs in to the air as his mouth found her wet center. She moaned as his tongue slid through her lips splitting her and slipping inside.

His rough tongue felt amazing against her smoothness. His tongue moved to her clit circling it and then sliding over the top. The sensation sent a jolt through her body. Fingers slid inside again as he sucked on her lips.

Ash closed her eyes and couldn't help as the giddiness pushes against her smile threading to break into laughter.

She opened her eyes and looked down as he raised up. He smiled that wicked smile of his. His face was glistening. She loved seeing her essence covering that face.

"You taste absolutely amazing." He leaned back and took his cock in his hand.

She felt the head pressed against her. “Wait,” she said. “Do you have a condom?”

“No." His eyes locked with hers. “You are going to feel my bare cock push inside you. You can try and stop me, but I think it is a bit late for that. I am going to fuck you, Ms Harris. Don’t worry. No one will hear you.”

“Wait,” She said feeling panic rise. She struggled trying to push her self up. “Please. Don’t.”

He smiled and looked down at her cunt as he shifted closer.

She felt pressure as he pushed the head of his erection inside her cunt.

She tried to say something as he slowly filled her, but her thoughts flew apart at the sensation. His massive erection threatened to split her. The pressure pushed her apart. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and gasped.

“mmm I love tight cunts.”

“Holy fuck,” she moaned as she felt him reach bottom. He slowly pulled out, the pressure easing. And then he slowly pushed back inside. She loved the feel of his cock pushing inside. Skin sliding again skin.

“Thats a good girl. Take my cock.” He groaned as he pushed always the way inside. “Fuck."

“mmm,” is all she managed to get out before he pressed a hand against her stomach and started to really fuck her.

She opens her eyes and moaned. Her breasts bounced as he thrusted into her. Their bodies slammed against each other. Skin slapped against skin. She felt her orgasm build again. The wave sloshing against her dam, and then she called out as the dam broke. Her body clenched around his cock as he continued to thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” James said. Oh fuck, I’m going cum.”

“Not inside. Please,” she pleaded between moans and gasps of pleasure.

“Oh jesus,” James cried.

She felt his cock start to harden. He was going to actually cum inside her. Oh fuck, he is going to cum. Panic started to break free.  

Then James pulled his cock out. He moved up next to her grabbing her ponytail and pushed his cock into her mouth as he explodes.

She felt his load hit the back of her throat and fill her mouth. He pulled her head back. A warm line shot along the side of her face and down her neck as some spilled from her mouth down her chin.

“Fuck you look sexy with my cum dripping out of your mouth.”

He released her head and pulled her up to untie her. He grabbed her a towel and starts to clean her up.

They got dressed in silence listening to the dull thumping of the party still going on in another part of the warehouse.

Ash checked her dress, smoothing it out and then reaches for the door.

“Oh, I forgot,” James said.

She stopped and turned. He was holding her panties.

She smiled at him. “Keep them. I will come and get them later.”

“Is that a promise?".

“Consider it a test.” She turned and walked out smiling.

She slipped back into the club headed for the bar.

“There you are,” a voice said.

She turned to see Katy.

“Where have you been?”

“Umm,” Ashly tried to think of a response that wouldn’t be obvious.

“Would like to go get some food,” Katy continued not noticing Ashley’s replay.

“No. I think I have had my fill for the night.” Then the thought of what she said makes her smile.

For a moment Katy’s face changed as if she read something, and then it was gone. “Ok, well I’ll see you at the apartment?”

Ashley nodded, watched her friend start for the door, and then waved the bartender over.

###

The phone on Ashley’s desk chirped. The display read “J Thompson.” She smiled and picked it up.

“Yes, Mister Thompson.”

She found it easier to call him that then she thought. Their relationship was still a secret in the office, and they were trying to keep it as such. But once you had seen a man naked it was hard to be formal.

“Ms. Harris. I need you in my office.” His voice was urgent, and commanding.

“Yes, sir, I’ll be right there.”

She didn’t work for James, but her boss was on a plane for the next two hours so she didn’t have anything pressing. She caught a quick glance of herself in one of the windows just to make sure she was presentable.

Outside his office was vacant of the usual bustle. His assistant, Ash’s friend Katy, was missing which made calling her make more sense. She felt a tinge of disappointment. This was probably going to be actual work then.

She opened the office door and stepped in.

James turned as soon as she was inside, and stood up. Almost bolted up actually. It startled her and she wondered if she had startled him. He moved to the door, and she headed for his desk.

She ran a finger along the smooth cherry surface of his desk and smiled. There was just a solitary pen on it positioned at the top and parallel to the top edge. James was a bit OCD when it came to his desk and she rarely saw anything on it with the exception of a memo or two from time to time. There wasn’t even a phone. He kept that in a drawer out of sight.

Behind her the door closed.

Ash turned to James and he moved up to her wrapping his arms around her. His body pressed against hers the edge of the desk against the back of her thighs, and then his lips were on hers. His tongue teased a her lipst first, but as soon as she parted her lips it pushed past to greet her tongue.

The feel of his body against her, and the way his kisses possessed her ignited her lust. She wanted those lips to own every inch of her body. She wanted him to take her. To use her. But the hormone induced fog shifted and she understood this wasn’t the place.

“Hey,” she said and pulled away. She looked at the door and then up at him. “We can’t do this here. What if someone comes in?”

“I locked the door. Besides no one comes in without being asked.”

She tried to reinforce the words with her eyes, and saw his recognition. He reached up and took her hand and put it on the bulge in his pants. His need fueled hers.

“I don’t care,” he said and he lifted her up on the desk

“What if they hear?” One eyebrow arched up in question. “ Then you better stay quiet.”

He pulled her legs apart, and with one hand unzipped his pants and freed his erection.

“We shouldn’t do this.”

“Yes, we should. I need to fuck you.” He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. His fingers found her wet center. He licked his hand and rubbed it over his cock before taken hold of it.

Ash put her hands on his stomach and pressed. “Please,” she said. But it did no good.

She felt the head of his erection press against her. She pushed against him trying to hold him off. He split her pushing inside slowly. Her body accepted him eagerly. She expanded as he filled her. His face relaxed. Ash looked down as he pulled out, and her body shook as he slammed back in.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, and then pushed away. Each thrust was harder and faster. She loved how he felt inside her. How he filled her pussy. Her breath quickened with each thrust. She looked up at him and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her. His lips slid over hers as their bodies slammed into each other. When he broke away, he pulled out, and pulled her off the desk onto her feet.

Ash moved to him but he caught her.

“On you knees,” he said.

She smiled. “Yes sir,” she said and knelt. She opened her mouth as he took hold of his cock. It was smooth sliding into her mouth. She pressed her tongue against the underside of it as he pulled out and he shuddered. She loved watching him. In this position she held the power to make him cum, and she loved it. Making him feel good turned her on. That she held such power over this man made her feel alive.

He started slowly and she concentrated on looking up and working her tongue along his shaft. When he pulled out and paused she ran her tongue over the head of his erection. The hair on the back of her head pulled tight and he pushed back in. As he pulled out she lightly grazed his skin with her teeth. He took his time and she knew he was trying to hold back his orgasm.

He looked down at her and slowly slid his cock free. She just smiled and looked up trying to put on her most docile face. She wasn’t sure what he saw but she hoped it was “Yes I’m a dirty slut in need of a good fucking.”

He reached down and pulled her to her feet. He spun her around to face the desk. She felt his hand on her back and then being forced to bend over. He grabbed her leg under her knee and pulled it up to the desk. He pulled her panties to the side again and she felt him push his cock inside her.

“Fuck,” she said as he pushed as deep as he could go. He paused and she squeezed him. He grunted and she warmed with pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck you until I cum. And you are going to lie still like a good little slut. Is that clear?” “Yes sir.” She loved being submissive. She loved being treated like a dirty slut. Something about being dominated. Being used a fuck doll turned her on.

He pressed down on her holding her to the table and pulled out before he slammed into her. The desk moved with the force. He took hold of her and pulled out and then back in. Each thrust harder and faster. In and out. Her orgasm started to build with each thrust. The feel of his cock as it slid in and out. The pressure consumed her. The she felt his cock start to harden. He was close.

She stayed swallowing the moans. Her orgasm was close.

“Fuck,” he cried and then her orgasm ripped through her pushed by his cry of ecstasy. She tightened around his cock and then he exploded inside her. Warmth spread through her. His body collapsed on her as his spasms filled her. Then he slowly pulled out.

“Ms Harris, that will be all for now.”

Ash stood and adjusted her clothes feeling the warmth inside her. It filled her with energy. She gave him a smile. Tiptoed up and kissed him as he zipped up his pants.

“Let me know if I can help you again, Mr. Thompson.” And she slipped out of his office.

###

James opened the door and took in the woman on his porch.

He had been seeing Ashley - she preferred to be called Ash - for a few months now, but every time he saw her his heart jump out of rhythm, and he felt like he was in high school again and he had just caught a glimpse under one of the cheerleader’s skirt.

Ash was dressed in a black tank top that held her breasts against. Her pleated skirt was purple and black and stopped short of her knees. Her knee high black stockings ran down to Doc Martins. Her blond hair pulled back but few strands to were left to frame her face.

“Hey,” she said. Her words dripped with want. Or maybe he added that innuendo. It was hard to tell. This woman seemed to ignite his bad judgment when she was near.

"Come in,” James said and stepped aside. “Everyone is out back.”

“Everyone" was the few people James considered friends. The weekly gatherings had become routine, but were never boring.

James followed Ash to the backyard. The water in the pool shimmered in the lights, but it was still too cool to swim. March was still hanging on to winter. Everyone sat around the patio table. It was covered in an array of snacks and drinks and everyone grazed as they shared battle stories from the week.

Occasionally James and Ash would share a look. Each time they did Ash would shift so she teased him. Once it was a subtle shift to the side so that her skirt revealed her bare thigh to her buttocks. Other times it was just arching her back to highlight her breasts straining against her shirt, or shifting her legs to draw his attention to them as she ran her hand over her knee and down to her ankle.

As the conversation and laughter slowed people started heading back to their normal lives. James ushered the last of the friends out giving a final wave as the door closed between them. When he turned around Ash was sitting on his large chair legs crossed. Her arms rested on the chair.

She had taken off her shoes, and her crossed leg bounced slowly. As James moved closer she uncrossed her legs, and holding her skirt down between her legs as she pulled one leg up so her foot rested on the edge of the couch. James’s heart took off at the sight.

“So are you still hungry?” Ash asked letting her knee rock side to side.

“What did you have in mind?” He lifted one eyebrow in question.

“I might be able to find something you would like.” She spread her legs while keeping the skirt where it blocked his view.

“Show me,” James commanded and waved his hand at her skirt.

Ash’s mouth formed a sly smile. She held his gaze as she lifted her skirt.

She wasn’t wearing panties as James had surmised earlier. The idea excited him.

Ash reached up to her knee and then slid her hand down the inside of her leg. Her hand moved over the top of her mound, and then slowly spread her lips to reveal the pink ecstasy that waited within.

Slowly Ash slid a finger inside and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them they found James’s eyes and held them. A second finger joined in and she worked until her moans were audible and the movement flu of intent. Her mouth opened, her eyes roll backed slightly and her orgasm rolled over her.

Ash smiled as her breath unsteady started to slow. As he leaned down to kiss her she passed her two fingers over his lips. He was turned on by the scent of her. She pushed her fingers into his mouth and the saltiness of her tightened his pants. Her smile was wicked when they retreated and he captured her mouth in his.

He knelt and took her hold of her ankles. The black stockings were smooth to the touch. He lifted one foot and started kissing a path up her foot, across her ankle, and up her leg. Each kiss was an act of worship. He breathed in the smell of her skin. On the inside of her thigh he alternated kisses with longer licks. He felt the heat of her core on his face.

He teased the outside of her center with his nose and then his tongue. He took his time letting the sensation build. Ash lifted her hips trying to coerce him inside he pulled back. Her frustration caused her body to tighten. He hummed quietly over her clit in a sexy serenade that caused sounds of pleasure to slip from Ash’s mouth. Her hand tighten in his hair, and she pulled his face to her. He shifted so she could guide his mouth where it needed to go.

He slipped his tongue inside her and savored the taste of her. This woman could sustain him for the rest of his life. He could feast on her until she called his name and it would never be enough.

He looked up to see the smile he loved, and in one motion pulled her to her feet. He pulled her over to the wall, pushed her back to it. He pinned her arms above her head with a hand wrapped around her wrists. His free hand moved under skirt. Ash moved her legs to give him better access and his fingers teased the slickness there and then pushed inside. He worked them in a circle and then found the patch on top that would give him what he wanted. With a delicate touch he started to coax the orgasm inside her out of hiding. Her moans grew with each pass, with each press, and her breath became shallow as if she was the one working to bring it from the depths inside where pleasure lived. He pinned her to the wall, letting his hand drop from hands to her neck and her moans of pleasure intensified. She held her hands up against the wall, as her climax flowed over her and out with cries of pleasure. He licked the side of her neck, and captured her ear lobe in his teeth pulling gently. As he pulled away she lean out and kissed him. Her tongue pushing into his mouth as her arms settled around his neck.

For a moment he just relaxed in her embrace. He loved her kisses, loved the connection they shared. The way she seemed to desire him. But his need couldn’t be quieted with her pleasure.

James shifted to break the connection and grabbed a scarf left on a near by table. He couldn’t remember where it had come from. Perhaps it was fate that put it there. He would thank the gods later. Right now he had other things on his mind.

Ash noticed it and relaxed. He placed the scarf over her eyes, and tied it behind her head. He picked up two lengths of rope from the same table. With one he bound her wrists in front of her. Satisfied he led her back to the sitting area.

He pulled out his pocketknife and flipped it open. It sliced through her shirt and bra and tossed the material on the floor. He unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

From behind he slid a hand around her neck and tilted her head to the side exposing her neck. He didn’t know what drew him to the neck, but he liked it. He licked her neck, and then pushed her over on to the couch. With the other rope he bound her ankles.

He stood over Ash and admired her form as he took of his clothes. The image of her bound and in nothing but knee-high stockings aroused him because he knew she liked it. She lay on her side, her arms out front. His eyes traced each curve down to her toes. Free of the last bit of clothing he eased down behind Ash.

He took hold of the hair at the back of her head, and pulled her head back so he could reach her ear. He licked it and pressed his erection between them. Then he took hold of his cock and pressed against her slit letting the it tease her. He pushed her head down as he pushed his shaft into her. He eased out enjoying how the skin on skin felt. Holding her down he fucked her.

Each thrust was hard. His skin slapped against hers as his reach as far as he could go. Ash let out a grunt, and he took firm control of her head. He paused and then slid out. Each time he sank into her his pause got shorter, each thrust got faster. Ash’s grunts switched to moans. James opened his mouth to suck in more air as their dance started to steal his breath.

James grabbed his knife and cut the top bounding her ankles and pulled her up so she was resting on her arms. His shimmering erection posed between them as he grabbed her hips and impaled her. He pushed her off and then pulled her back on watching his cock disappear and then reappear. Each time his cock seemed to shimmer more. The sight was amazing.

He took hold of her and rolled her on her back. She stretched her bound wrists above her head. He took hold of her stocking-covered feet and moved them so they rested on his shoulders. Then he gave his cock a stroke before he slid it back inside.

He reached up and wrapped his hand around her neck and he pushed in and pulled out. Ash’s moans got louder. She clinched around his cock. Her body tightened again and then she cried out with her climax.

James found the sensation of stockings against him exciting. He gave one of the feet a kiss and then focused on the task at hand. He pinned her hips to the couch and fucked her. The tingle started at the base of his cock and spread down his legs causing them to go weak. He pulled out and pulled Ash to her knees. He grabbed a hand full of Ash’s hair as he guided his cock into her mouth. Her tongue felt great against his cock. He watched his erection slid out of her mouth and then back in. Each time the tingle spread farther in his body.

He pushed his cock inside her and his orgasm exploded. Ash’s head jerked at the surprise of it, and he pulled his cock free drawing white lines across her neck, shoulder, and down across her stockings. When his spasms of pleasure stopped, he took a tighter grip on her hair.

“Lick my cock clean,” he said and she opened her mouth. She pulled his cock into her mouth. Her tongue against the heightened sensitive skin caused a shiver to run through him.

“mmm. That’s my girl,” he said. He reached down to unbound her, and remove the blindfold. He pulled her to her feet and in one motion slipped an arm behind her knees and picked her up.

“Now I’m going to wash you.”