The Agency

Bending at her hips, Cecile’s pert ass lifted into Ben’s line of sight. Her skirt had ridden up a little, and the lacy tops of black thigh-high stockings and garter belt peeped out from the high slit in her skirt. As she struggled with the folder, her ass wiggled and swayed and her skirt rode up a little bit more. Ben could now see the naked skin of her milky white thighs as she wrestled with the bookshelf. Folder in hand, she turned around. Her cheeks were flushed from the exertion, and her waist-long black hair tumbled down her shoulders and chest. This was about when Ben’s control snapped. At this point, he pretty much didn’t give a fuck about anything except getting into her panties.

Flipping through the folder, Ben casually paced the room as he pretended to be deeply engrossed in its contents. Standing by the glass panels by the door, he fiddled with the little stick that controlled the angle of the venetian blinds. Good, Gina – Cecile’s secretary – wasn’t around. He pulled the blinds shut and inconspicuously locked the door. Tossing the deck on the couch, he walked over to Cecile. She was standing at the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out into the picturesque view from the 38th floor.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, he leaned in and whispered in her ear.

“You may think I’m full of shit, but I couldn’t stop thinking of you all weekend. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt for a woman, and frankly, I’ve never met a woman quite like you.”

His finger crept to her ear, caressing the small lobe and trailing to her jawline.

“I’m gonna be straight with you. I like you – a lot. I know the fact that I’m your boss complicates things a little. But hell, I’ve never been the sort to let convention get in the way of what I want. And I get this feeling that you like me too. So, I fully intend to fuck you hard today, and pursue you thereafter. If you have any objections, please state them now.”

Cecile was stunned, her heart was beating so hard and fast, she felt about ready to pass out. The wetness and throbbing between her legs had risen to a fever pitch. She was lost for words and her throat felt dry and raw.

“Can I take your silence for a ‘yes’?”

Skimming across her leather-clad shoulders, one hand caressed the slender column of her smooth neck. He could feel her pulse beating furiously in her throat, her chest rising and falling in deep breaths. Unfastening the top two buttons of her jacket, he dipped under the leather and found a full bra-less breast. Kneading and squeezing the full, chiffon covered mound, he pinched a hard nipple, rolling it between finger and thumb. His other hand dragged the soft leather of her skirt upwards, exposing smooth stocking-clad thighs. Cecile’s mesh panties were soaked through with her juices. Pulling the skimpy mesh to the side, Ben slipped his finger into her wet slit, rubbing the slick pussy lips. A soft moan escaped from Cecile’s lips, an intelligible sound of assent.

“That is a definitive ‘yes’ I gather? Good, because I’ve been dying for this…”

Sliding a long finger into her tight hole, he thrust in a steady motion, relishing the feel of her clenching pussy walls, slick with moisture. Cecile felt faint. All the blood in her head seemed to have rushed to her throbbing clit. Just a little more and she was ready to come, the pressure building unbearably in her pussy. Cecile’s hips ground down on his finger, her hand slamming onto the glass of the window, bracing for an orgasm. Ben could feel the contractions start as her pussy clamped down on his finger. Forcing a second finger into her tight hole, he finger fucked her in a savage rhythm, her juices running down his palm.

“Oh god, oh god… ohh… ohhhhhh…”

Cecile’s entire body tensed as she came hard and fast, a strangled moan escaping her lips as she stared blankly out the window with passion-glazed eyes. Sagging against Ben, she could feel his erection press against the small of her back. He was as hard as a rock. Ben slid his fingers out of her sopping hole, and ripped the flimsy mesh panties from her hips and slipped them into his pocket.

“I’ll be keeping these. To tide me over till the day’s over. Or till I get to fuck you at least.”

Disheveled and panting, Cecile stared at the bulge in Ben’s pants. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it now. With an aggression she’d never felt before, Cecile pushed Ben roughly backwards till he fell back onto the couch. Undoing the rest of the buttons on her jacket, she shrugged it off and let it fall to her floor, revealing her full breasts under the sheer chiffon top. Unhooking her skirt, it dropped to the floor to join the forgotten jacket. Standing there in only stockings, garter belt and transparent blouse, her pussy glistened with juices from her recent orgasm.

Dropping to her knees, Cecile roughly shoved Ben’s knees apart. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his belt with a swift movement, she dragged his pants and boxers off his hips. Cecile’s breath caught in her throat. He had a beautiful cock. Thick, with a mushroom head, it had veins running down its length. Gripping the straight shaft in her small hand, she gently pumped his cock. Dipping her head, her small tongue flicked out to catch a pearly drop of pre-cum. It was salty-sweet, with a faintly astringent flavor – absolutely delicious.

Cupping his heavy testicles in her hand, she squeezed gently as her wet velvety tongue lapped the entire length of his hard cock. When her warm mouth completely engulfed the throbbing head of Ben’s cock, she could feel it twitch and expand a delicious fraction. Sucking in her cheeks and creating a tight vacuum in her mouth, she held his cock in a tight vise. With a tongue flattened against the underside, his cock slowly disappeared into the cave of her greedy mouth. She was ravenous, sucking and licking at his cock like a starving woman.

“Jeez CeCe… You gotta slow down… I’m… Fuuuck… I’m gonna come if you don’t slow down.”

Cecile ignored Ben, she wanted to feel his creamy semen fill her mouth. She gripped the base of his shaft and followed the strokes of her mouth. Her mouth made an unrelenting assault on his cock as Ben’s hands gripped the armrest of the couch, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her downward strokes. Cecile’s silky hair cascaded over his thighs, the ebony tendrils tickling his aching balls. She felt his cock twitch, and in a heartbeat, a scalding gush of cum hit the back of her throat. She held his pumping cock in her mouth as she lapped up the last drops of creamy semen from his softening cock.

“Fuck… You damn near killed me woman.” Ben rasped in a hoarse voice.

Cecile licked her lips as she rested her head on Ben’s hard thigh as a rapturous languor stole over her, the cool air of the room was punctuated only by the couple’s erratic breathing. A piercing ring shattered the peaceful silence and Cecile jumped to her feet. Grabbing the receiver of the ringing telephone, she unconsciously smoothed her hair, trying desperately to compose herself.

“Hello? Uh… yes, it’s ready… Uh huh, it’s on the shared drive, just email it to him… Ok, thanks… Bye.”

Ben was still lounging on the couch, pants undone. His now soft cock still glistened with a mixture of her saliva and his semen. Cecile pulled on her skirt and shook out her long hair, fingers gently untangling the knots. Glancing at her reflection in the glass window, she was dismayed to see a flushed sweaty visage – a woman who looked like she had recently been fucked. Tucking a tendril behind her ear, she smoothed her hair and pulled on her jacket.

Rising from the couch, Ben strode over and hugged her tight from behind.

“I meant everything I said. I’d be the happiest guy on earth if you’d give this – us – a chance. Take a ride with this poor bastard, who knows, it could be good.”

“It’s just that it’s so complicated. I’ve worked fucking hard to get where I am, and I’m damn good at what I do. The last thing I need is vicious gossip undermining all that.”

“Hey, shit happens ok? I don’t know about you, but it’s not often I find someone who makes me feel this way, and there’s no way in hell I’m gonna let it slip away without giving it a shot.”

Cecile smiled, and slipped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. He was right, good things were few and far between, and good men were rarer still. For the first time in her life, Cecile let her heart take the lead. She looked up at him with trusting eyes, gave him a smile sweet enough to make his knees go week and planted a soft kiss on his chin.

“Glad I got you straightened out girl. Now I’m hungry and I say we make like pigs and eat?”

* * * * *

The rest of the day seemed like an eternity. The hours crawled by and Ben found himself glancing at the clock too often for his liking. Caressing her underwear in his pocket, he could feel his cock stiffen again. Ben couldn’t wait to see Cecile again. He was fighting the temptation to leave work early and take Cecile with him, but she was stuck in a team brainstorm session till 4pm. Just another hour to go, and everyone would be gone…

Cecile felt positively naked. A composed facade disguised the quivers of arousal piercing her pussy as she moderated the flurry of ideas pouring from her team. Between a planner, art director, copywriter and herself, they concluded the meeting with a pretty kick-ass campaign.

5.30pm. Ben felt like a dirty little boy as he stalked up and down the rows of cubicles, checking if anyone was still around. It was Monday, no one would still be here, but he was paranoid. The thought of fucking Cecile was getting him hotter by the minute. A final sweep of the lower levels reassured him they were all alone. Creeping silently towards her office, he could see her sitting at her desk, typing furiously at her laptop.

Barging into her office, he slammed the door behind him and locked it. Snapping the blinds closed, he slowly and deliberately pushed the screen of her powerbook shut.

“Office hours are over. I’m not known as a patient man, and I reckon I’ve waited far too long for this. I want you to get up and stand right here.”

Gesturing to a position in front of her desk, Ben took a seat on the couch, arms outstretched on the back. She glared at him, annoyed at being so rudely interrupted. How dare he be so presumptuous? And so goddamn arrogant? As pissed off as she was, she found herself obeying his chauvinist order, and getting very turned on as well. Sauntering to take her place at the prescribed position, she spread her legs, planting both hands on her hips, shooting him a willful stare.

“Good. Now strip – slowly. I want to see all of you.”

If a show was what he wanted, she’d give him a show he’d never forget! Reaching up, she pulled the elastic band holding her long hair in a ponytail, shaking it loose in an exaggerated motion. Slowly running her hands up her hips, she cupped her breasts under the leather of her jacket. One by one, she unfastened the buttons and spread the lapels of her jacket wide, revealing the cleft between the creamy globes of her breasts. Letting the jacket fall to the floor, Cecile reached behind her to unhook her skirt and pull down the zip. Hooking her thumbs on the waistband, she wiggled out of the tight skirt, breasts bouncing with each movement. With a grand flourish, she whipped the sheer top over her head, tossing her hair back for greater effect.

Cecile’s little strip show was certainly having an effect on Ben. His cock felt cramped and uncomfortable in his pants. By now, he had unzipped his fly and released his hard aching cock from its confines. Stroking himself lightly, he was enjoying himself immensely.

“Stop. Turn around, I want to see your hot ass. Good, that’s it… Now, spread your legs and bend over. Put your hands on the desk and keep them there.”

Cecile complied, bending deep at the waist and lifting tight ass and her wet hairless slit high in the air. Her full breasts swayed and bounced as she gave her ass a little wiggle. Raising the ante a notch, she reached between her legs and fingered her clit. Coating a finger with her juices, she slipped the tip into a wet, pink pussy. Working the tip in and out of her small hole, she slowly thrust an entire finger in up to the knuckle. Sliding the finger in and out, she finger fucked herself furiously, gasping out a strangled moan.

Ben was enjoying the view of Cecile’s widespread pussy. Her pale skin contrasted deliciously with the black lacy garter belt and stockings. Her pert ass was raised high, the pastel butterfly wings accentuating the deep cinch of her waist. Her finger and hand was coated with pearlescent juices that now streamed down the sides of her thighs, staining the tops of the thigh high stockings and heavy breasts bounced and jiggled with every breath and movement.

This game had played on long enough. Ben hastily stripped off his shirt and yanked his pants from around his ankles. Kicking his shoes and pulling off his socks, Ben crossed the distance between the couch and Cecile’s waiting pussy. Placing a hand over hers, he pulled her finger out of Cecile’s dripping pussy and brought it to his mouth. Drawing the finger deep into his mouth, he sucked off the sweet pussy juices that covered it, savoring the musky spicy flavor.

Letting the large head of his cock glide up and down her wet slit, Ben positioned himself at the entrance of her pulsing wet hole. Gripping her small waist, he braced himself and rammed his hard cock up to the hilt. Cecile squealed as his thick penis stretched her pussy wide, filling her to bursting. Ben held still, relishing the feel of her tight pussy wall gripping his cock. Fuck, she was so wet…

Pulling back slowly, he let his cock slide out till he was almost out of her pussy and slammed in back in as hard as he could. Ben kept the rhythm slow, with deep hard strokes. Cecile was panting, her breathing coming in short gasps. He could see her shoulders shuddering, her thighs trembling against his. A loud scream escaped her lips as a shattering orgasm engulfed Cecile, her pussy clamping down on the thick cock inside her as waves of pleasure rippled through her small body.

Slowing his thrusts, Ben stroked her hair and swept it over her shoulder. Cecile’s back glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, shoulders wracked with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Blowing lightly across her back, his warm breath felt like a caress on her heated skin. He was still hard, buried deep inside her. Pulling out of the warm cavern of her vagina, he turned her around to admire her beautiful face. It was flushed, her lips full and red. Her eyes were wet and glistening, the cerulean now darkened to a midnight blue.

Carelessly sweeping away the contents of her desk, papers fluttered to the ground, the clatter of stationery joining the sound of their heavy breathing that lingered in the still air. Lifting her easily, Ben positioned Cecile’s ass on the edge of the mahogany desk. Without preamble this time, he thrust his throbbing cock back into her widespread, dripping pussy. Pumping hard and fast, he kept his strokes short and shallow, stretching her wet pussy lips wide with the thicker base of his cock.

Cecile’s head fell back as she desperately tried to prop herself up with trembling arms. The force of his savage thrusts jerked her entire body back, and she weak arms gave out from under her. She let herself fall back to lie on the desk, small hands gripping the scalloped edge of the table. Ben lifted her legs over his broad shoulders, spreading her thighs wider allowing for even deeper thrusts. Keeping up the rapid strokes, one hand massaged a plump breast as a thumb circled her clit.

“Oh fuuuck… Ben… baby… I’m coming!!! Oh god, oh god, oh god…”

She was chanting his name, incoherent as another orgasm gripped her. Her hips bucked and ground against him wildly and her hands a vise-like grip on his straining forearms. Ben could feel his control slipping away as the pressure built in his balls. Scooping her against him, he gripped her firm ass and stood up. In a few strides, he slammed her up against the wall and continued his frenzied fucking.

Cecile clung on, wrapping her long slender legs around his hips and locking her ankles behind his back. Reaching out to caress Ben’s hard jaw, she trailed soft kisses from his cheek down his neck. Tenderly stroking his hair, she nibbled and sucked on the tendons of his neck. Cecile could feel the familiar pressure of another orgasm building up in her. As the tension broke, she bit down hard on his shoulder, her small teeth leaving a little crescent bite mark on his skin. The pain, coupled with the pleasure of her tight wet pussy sent Ben over the edge.

“Christ… CeCe baby, I’m coming… Ohhh fuuuck… Can I come in you baby?”

“Yesss… oh god yesss… come on me pleeease…”

He thrust deep, and a hot stream of semen flooded into her as Ben came in an intense orgasm. Buried deep in her scalding pussy, his head rested heavily on Cecile’s shoulder as the aftershocks abated. The two stayed locked in embrace for what seemed to be an eternity, their deep breaths intermingling with each other’s. As their heart rate slowed to normal, Ben pulled gently out of Cecile, lowering her to the ground.

Gathering her into his arms, Ben carried her over to the couch and laid her pliable body down. Squeezing in next to her on the narrow two-seater, the couple clung tightly to each other. Ben wrapped his arms protectively around Cecile’s petite frame, as she nuzzled her face into his chest. There they lay in slumberous languor, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.

“Baby, you’re amazing” Ben tilted her chin up to face him.

“I’m a big believer of trusting my instincts. And my instincts are telling me that I love you. My smart-ass… beautiful… funny… sexy CeCe.”

Ben stroked her hair lovingly, punctuating each word with soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks, nose and chin.

* * * * *

Ben and Cecile stepped out onto the pavement, the city still buzzing. Amidst the sea of endless traffic, strangers and noise, two people felt completely alone, wrapped up in their hazy, blissful cocoon of love.