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Office Bound
by Anonymous (no address provided)
***
A man meets a like-minded woman associate at work who
enjoys bondage. They build a relationship that turns
into an affair. (MF, cheat, bd)
***
This letter may sound like I'm bragging, or something
on that level, but I feel like I have to tell someone
about my situation. It's been going on for over two
years now. I've never told anyone this story before,
and I doubt if I'll ever tell it again.
First off, all names and references to names have been
changed. The names I'll be using are not their real
ones and any dates mentioned are mostly factious. If
word of this ever leaked out, it could hurt or destroy
a lot of people.
I'll start by giving you some background. I'm a man of
thirty-five. I'm about six feet tall, and weigh 175
pounds. I exercise every morning, and try to eat
healthy. People have told me I'm a good looking guy.
I work for a large marketing firm, in the area of
project development and presentations. For the past
eight years, I've worked with clients, collect data,
prepare a presentation, then present the package. I
enjoy the work, and like the travel involved. I seem
to travel at least once a month to various parts of
North America.
My first five years in this position, I work very
closely with a man named Steve. He taught me much of
the business, and showed me how to improve my work.
All in all, we worked well together, and made a lot of
money for the company.
Then, about three years ago, Steve got a better offer
from another firm on the west coast, and left the
company. I felt happy for him, because I knew this is
what he wanted. But I also felt sad, because we were
more than co-workers, we were friends.
But before he left, Steve was asked who would be a
suitable candidate to fill his position. He
recommended me, and the boss approved the idea. Here
was my big break, and I was about to take advantage of
it. When Steve left, I was promoted into his position,
and assigned the duty of finding a replacement for my
old position. I've continued to make money for the
company, and have had nothing but rave reviews every
year.
The hardest part of my new found duties was to hire a
qualified person. I contacted a local head-hunter, and
was inundated with resumes. I narrowed down the field
to three people, and call all of them in for an
interview.
The first two were not what I was looking for. One was
just married, and didn't like the idea of traveling
and working late much. The second didn't seem to have
the personality for the job. But then the third one
came in.
Her name was Julie. She was a blond, about five feet,
three inches tall. She was twenty-nine years old, but
had the figure of a nineteen year old. Her face was
very pretty, and her walk graceful. She wore a tan
business suit, cut just above the knee, with matching
blouse and high heels. She was polite, spoke very
professionally, and seemed to be a little shy or
reserved. I must admit, over all, I was very
impressed.
I offered the job to her about a week later, and she
accepted. By the end of the month, she had completed
her two weeks at her other job, and had started in her
new position as my assistant.
She proved to be a great asset to us. I had to train
her to a new line of thinking, but she learned
quickly, and did her job very well. She reminded me of
myself when I first started at the company. A lot of
raw potential and talent, but need to be brought out
and refined.
I must admit, I've admired her from the minute I saw
her. Though no one part of her was overwhelming, it
was a very nice package. Her blond hair was curly, and
in the current style. Her figure was nice, with a nice
round buttocks, and great legs. Her breasts were
average, and she had the kind of waist you wanted to
wrap your arms around. She sometimes wares skirts that
came above the knee, and always wares sky-high heel
shoes.
As I have already stated, Julie was a little shy. She
didn't talk to many of the men around the office at
first. But as time went on, she seemed to relax, and
started to make friends. One of the office lechers
tried to make a move on her. But she defended herself
well, and interestingly told him to get lost. I
laughed to myself over it. But it also told me that
she was devoted to her husband.
I remember the first night we worked late. When I told
her we needed to finish a proposal by tomorrow, she
called her husband, and said she was going to work
late. We were working in my office when five o'clock
passed. She got a little nervous at six-thirty, when
the cleaning people left. I think she was worried
about being alone with me. But I spent a few minutes
asking her about her husband, and she seemed to relax.
We finished the job around eight, and went home.
Her first trip was real an experience for her. She
didn't know what to bring, what to wear to the
airport, or what files to bring. I helped her along,
giving her the benefit of my travel experience.
I had her bring one business suit, comfortable clothes
for the flight, a couple outfits for seeing the town
and having dinners, and her swimsuit for the indoor
pool and sauna. But, as it where, when I picked her up
on the way to the airport, her suitcase must of
contained bricks. She brought enough on a three day
trip to last her two weeks.
Since it was her first trip, I persuaded our boss to
let us stay an extra day for sightseeing. She was so
excited when we boarded the plane, and made the run
down the runway. Our plan was to arrive in the early
afternoon, rent a car, check into the hotel, then find
where the office was. She seemed to give a sigh of
relief when we were given keys to separate rooms. On
later trips, when we knew each other better, we might
share a room to cut costs. But for now, this seemed
like the best course to take.
After we found the office, I suggested we find a place
to eat. We found a little steak house near the hotel,
and dinned there. She was really excited to be part of
all this. For me, it was old hash, but with a new
twist.
I must admit, I had hopes of a knock on my door later,
hoping to see her standing there, telling me how much
she wanted me. But I wasn't going to start anything on
her. I didn't make a move on her for three reasons.
One, she was married. Two, I'm married. And three, if
we did have an affair, it could make things very
sticky around the office, especially if we broke it
off.
After dinner, we went back to the hotel. I suggested
we change and take advantage of the pool. She thought
it was a great idea, and went to change. I met her in
the hall a few minutes later. Her legs were bare, and
she wore a large t-shirt over her suit.
We got to the pool, and I dove in. She hesitated for a
moment before removing her shirt. She wore a light
blue, one piece suit, with low cut back and front, and
high cut legs. What a body that was hidden under those
business suits. I couldn't help but stared at her.
Luckily, my hard on was under the water line, and she
didn't catch my gaze before she dove in.
The other people in the area left, so I went over to
the whirlpool. Julie came along. We chatted, and
talked of the poor souls slaving at the office. I
could tell she was again nervous, wondering if I would
make a move on her. I never did. We left the pool
area, dried off, had a couple drinks in the lounge,
and went to our separate rooms. I didn't hear a knock
that night.
The presentation went very well. Julie's part was to
cover some background info, and watch me make the
pitch. They loved us, and we got the sale. After the
demo, Jim, the marketing manager, asked us if we would
want to go out on the town that night with him and his
wife. We accepted and met them in the hotel lobby.
Julie wore a jean skirt that just came above the knee,
a bulky pink sweater, and matching heels. I couldn't
help myself to staring at those legs throughout the
night.
Jim and Wendy, his wife, took us to a couple of
places, giving us the tour of the town. Both of them
were a lot of fun, and Julie and Wendy danced a couple
of times. Jim and I talked a little business, but he
couldn't help but ask if I had made a score on my
partner. I told him that much to my regret, I hadn't
tried for various reasons. But all in all, we had a
great time, and didn't get in to after one o'clock.
We did a little sightseeing the next day, and caught a
late flight home. For the most part, it was a very
successful trip and a good trial run for my partner
and me. From then on, she relaxed, did wonderful
presentations, and did her job very well.
Well, with all that said, I move on to the more
interesting part of my story. Once again, please let
me state, I'm not bragging. I just need to tell this
once, and hope others might enjoy this tale as much as
I enjoy it in life.
I was about a year after Julie started working for me.
We were working late one Tuesday night. A proposal had
to be done by Thursday morning so it could be given
approval and a final copy. We had to leave on Monday
for the presentation, and were a little behind. We
were working in her office, with papers piled
everywhere, and an empty pizza box was on the floor.
We were both getting tired, and needed some caffeine.
Julie offered to go down and get us a soda. As she
walked out of the office, I asked her where a file
was. She said in the left desk drawer, but I didn't
hear the word left, and happened to look in the right
drawer first. I didn't find the file, but something
much more interesting.
I heard a clunk, and I got curious. I looked, and
found a pair of bright silver handcuffs. They were the
real thing, like the cops use. Heavy tempered steal,
with chrome plating, and double locks. I also found a
matching pair of leg cuffs. I played with them for a
moment in wonder. Why would she have these here? What
did she do with them? I decided to find out more about
my partner.
I got the file out of the drawer, and went back over
to the table. I then set the file in front of where
she was sitting and placed both sets of cuff inside
the front cover of the file, and closed it up. Just as
I finished, I heard her footsteps coming. She brought
in the sodas, and sat down in her chair.
'I got to get a file from my office.' I said. 'I'll be
back in a moment. You might want to look at this one.
Some very interesting stuff in it.'
'Alright.' she said and opened the cover. I stood in
the doorway, waiting to see her reaction. For a
moment, she just stared at it. Her face went pail, and
her eyes were wide open. She closed the cover, and
look up at me. I could tell what was going through her
mind. Did she place them there herself, or did I. I
walked over to her.
'I just want to know one thing.' I said. 'Do you use
those things on other people, or are they used on
you?'
She stared at me, not knowing what to say. At last,
she spoke. 'Did you go...?'
'No, I didn't go through your desk. I found them by
accident when I was looking for the file. I heard a
thunk in the desk that sounded like what I thought it
was. Curiosity took over from there.'
She opened the cover and look at them sitting there.
'You must think that I'm strange, or something.'
I sat down again. 'Your personal life is your own to
do what you want with. If it affects you work life,
then I would care. But I don't see that happening.
Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything. You have my
word on it.'
'Thank you for telling me that.'
'You still didn't answer my question.'
She looked down at the cuffs. I think she really
didn't want to tell me anything. She was deep in
thought, and I think she was trying to make up a lie.
After a moment, she looked at me and seemed to make a
decision.
'Yes, there mine.' She said as if she was answering
another question. 'And to answer your question, I like
to have them used on me.'
'Why?' I asked. I wanted to know more. Did this girl
think like I did?
'I like the feeling of being restrained. I like it
when I have no control over what's happening to me. I
excites me, makes me feel sexier, more alive. I sounds
strange, but when I'm tied down, I feel free.'
She poured it out like it was a confession. She seemed
like she really wanted to talk about this.
'And that's why you have these here?' I asked.
'No, not really. My husband doesn't approve of such
things. He thinks it's weird, too strange. He thinks
we shouldn't need things like this in our sex life.
He's never tried it, and probably never will.'
'Then why do you have these in the first place and why
here?'
'I've had them for a long time, even before I met my
husband. I bought them myself, when another man and I
were involved. As for having them here, I have no
other place to hide them.'
She wasn't mad or angry. She spoke firmly, very
matter-of-factly. I picked up the handcuffs and
studied them.
'These aren't cheap.' I said. 'Good quality, double
locks, re-enforced steel. I bet they cost a good
amount when you bought them.'
'There were expensive, but I didn't want something
cheap. If I was going to be restrained, I wanted to be
restrained with no hope of escape.' She then looked at
me a little different. 'But it seems you know more of
these things that you've let on.'
I smiled. 'Yeah, I do. I guess we have a common
problem here. I love this kind of stuff myself. I
tried to get my wife involved in it, even before we
were married. When I tied her to the bed, she got
hyper and nervous. I had to untie her before she
passed out. I tried again after we were married, but
the result was the same. Since then, I've never
bothered again.'
'I does sound too familiar. It's a shame she isn't
more open minded and less scared. She would enjoy it.'
'She probably would. Your husband sounds domineering.
I'm surprised he doesn't get into this.'
'I am too. Hey, maybe we should introduce you wife to
my husband. They might hit it off.'
'Yeah' I said as we chuckled. 'They just might.' I
looked at her for a moment. 'Have you used these
lately?'
'Oh, sometimes I do.' she said as she took the cuff
out of my hand. 'I'll lock myself in them and struggle
around for a few moments. It helps relieve stress. But
it's not the same alone as when someone else does it.
And I like ropes better than cuffs. It feels better,
more personal. It's hard to tie yourself.'
'I guess it must be.' I said. It was then that an idea
popped into my head. I took the handcuff from her and
walked behind her. She knew what I was thinking. She
sat back and put her wrists behind the chair. She made
a little sigh as I locked her wrists together. As soon
as they were locked, she started to squirm a little in
her seat.
I took the leg cuffs, turned her chair, and knelt in
front of her. I locked one ankle in the cuff, looped
the chain around the seat post, and locked the other
cuff on her free ankle. I sat down in my chair and
watched her go.
Julie struggled for several minutes. She would move
herself around, trying to get free. Whether she
intended to or not, she put on a small show for me,
giving me view of her from all angles. She would turn
the chair so I would get a side view, then face me
again, looking into my eyes. She softly grunted and
groaned from time to time.
I thought about finding a gag for her mouth, but
decided against it. For some reason, I felt like I
needed to release her. Maybe I was feeling guilty or
something, but I had to unlock her from her binds.
'Well,' I said as I unlocked her ankles. 'That was
nice, but we better get back to work.'
'Oh...yes...,' she said. 'I guess we better.'
I think she was having the same feelings I was. I
unlocked her wrists and gave her the keys. She took
the cuffs and keys, and placed them back into the desk
drawer. We continued on with our work, and didn't
speak a word of what just happened.
We worked for another hour before calling it quits. I
was almost eight o'clock. We would start again in the
morning, but knew there was another late night ahead
of us again.
Julie packed up and left the office before I did. I
sat in my office for a few minutes, think about what
happened. One the one hand, I felt guilty for doing
it. But on the other hand, she didn't seem to mind it,
and actually seemed to enjoy it. I put on my coat and
left the office.
I continued to think about it as I drove home. The
more I thought, the more I knew I couldn't let this
get by me. She admitted she liked it, and she still
had her handcuffs, hoping it would happen again. She
didn't try to hide the cuffs better, and didn't tell
me not to do it again.
I found a hardware store still open and pulled into
the lot. When I got married, I threw away most of my
bondage materials. I sat in the car for several
minutes, deciding what to do. My mind made up, I went
in and bought a couple hundred feet of soft rope. If I
was going to do this, I needed to resupply my
inventory. She said she liked rope better anyway. I
put it into my briefcase, and drove home.
My wife was tired and went to bed early. This gave me
plenty of opportunity to prepare my stuff. I cut the
rope into shorter, more useful lengths. I lit a candle
and burned the ends to prevent them from fraying.
I returned my new supply to my case, threw in an old
white silk scarf of my wife's, locked the case and
went to bed. I didn't fall to sleep for a while. I
kept thinking about what happened that night, and what
might happen next. Whatever would happen, I was going
to be ready.
I went to work early. I loaded my materials into a
desk drawer and locked it up tight. All I needed was
for someone to find this stuff. Julie wasn't in yet,
but popped her head in and said hello when she came
in. I still remember what she was wearing that day. A
light peach colored dress with a white lace scarf over
her shoulder, which is the fashion these days. She
matched a white belt around her waist, white lace hose
on her legs, and white high heels on her feet. For
some reason, she seemed to look extra special that
morning.
We didn't see each other at all that morning. We were
both digging into last minute details. After lunch, I
went to her office to check on her progress. She said
she would have the data ready about three o'clock, and
we could continue then. I told her to come over to my
office when she was ready. She agreed, and I went back
to my office.
I closed the door behind me, and opened the locked
drawer. I looked at the coils of soft white rope. I
imagined how Julie would look, all wrapped up, laying
on the couch in my office. The ropes passing around
her chest, the loops around her legs, the knots on her
wrists, a soft gag between her bright red lips. I felt
myself getting very hard and very horny.
I stopped dreaming when my phone rang. As I spoke to
my boss, I closed up the drawer and relocked it. I
went back to work, trying to concentrate on my work.
But I could help but wonder what was going to happen
tonight.
A little past three, Julie called and she was on her
way over. I got the files over to my work table, and
started to lay out the sketches when she knocked and
came in. As she stood in the doorway, I gazed over her
lovely body, wishing I could see more of it. But I
quickly came to me senses, and we got down to
business.
We worked for a couple of hours. I may be wrong, but I
sensed something about my partner. She seem excited,
but a little distant, like she was preoccupied with
something. At first I wondered if it was about last
night. But she didn't mention a word about it. I also
caught her looking around the room, like she was
mapping it out.
At five thirty, we ordered sandwiches form around the
corner. By seven, the cleaning crew was gone, and we
were nearing the end of our work. There was a couple
last details that needed to be addressed, but for the
most part, we were done.
'Well..' I said. 'That's about it. Another job well
done.'
'What a team.' she said. 'Let's celebrate.'
'Alright. How do we do that?'
'You get us a couple of sodas, and I'll take care of
things here.'
I was going to ask her what things, but decided to let
her do things her way. As I walked down stairs, I
figured out what she was doing. She wanted to get me
out of the office for a few minutes, so she could do
something. I didn't know what that was, but decided to
give her a couple extra minutes to do it.
When I got back up to the office, my office door was
pulled closed, and an envelope was taped to it,
addressed to me. I opened the letter and found the
note inside. I was in Julie's handwriting and read as
follows:
"Inside, I have arranged for you a little celebration
and extra special surprise. I've been planning it
since last night. Please keep in mind that this is for
your enjoyment, as well as mine. You have a complete
freedom to do whatever you want, however you want. I
hope you will enjoy this as much as I hope to."
Her signature was on the bottom. I had a feeling that
I was about to fall into something wonderful. I folded
up the note, and placed it into my coat pocket, and
entered the room to receive my surprise.
All of the documents had been cleared off my work
table. Julie was on top of the table. Her peach dress
was gone. She was wearing a white lace teddy and
panties. Her legs were covered with the lace
stockings, held up by garter straps on her teddy. And
she still was wearing her white high heels.
Even though she was wearing less clothing, she was
wearing some new items. Her wrists were in her
handcuffs, and her legs were in the leg cuffs. A white
cloth scarf was between her teeth and tied around her
head. She was laying chest down on the table. The
chain from the leg cuffs looped around the chain on
the handcuffs. Thus, she was hogtied on top of the
table.
She squirmed and wiggled in her restraints. She also
made some soft, half sighs, half moans from her gagged
mouth. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and was
trying to tell me so. A stepped up to the table and
asked her if this is truly what she wanted. She nodded
her head. I wasn't going to ask again.
I unlocked one of the handcuffs, and unlooped it from
the leg cuff chain. Then I relocked it, rolled her
over onto her back, and sat down in a chair. For the
next several minutes, I just looked over her body.
She really was attractive, and was well built. Her
chest was full, almost too big for the small waist she
had. Her thighs and calf were perfectly formed. Her
hips were supple and her arms slender. She had the
kind of face that looked innocent, yet seductive, like
a virgin bride on her wedding night. And she had the
kind of mouth you wanted to kiss for hours, but still
made to wear a gag.
Since I was in control of the situation, I decided to
rearrange my lovely captive to a position of my
liking. I placed her on her feet, and made her sit
down in one of my office guest chairs. I then went to
my desk, and got out my new ropes and gag.
'You see' I said as I help the ropes up for her to
see, 'you're not the only one who had been thinking up
things since last night.'
I unlocked her wrists from her cuffs and tied each
wrist to an arm of the chair. I also wound rope around
her elbows and to the chair. I then unlocked her
ankles and tied each ankle and upper calf to a leg of
the chair. I then took one long strand of rope and
wound the rope above and below her chest, thus I tied
her upper body to the back of the chair.
I pulled the cloth scarf out of her mouth for a
moment. As I prepared my own gag, she struggled in her
ropes.
'You're very good at this.' she said. 'No slack in the
ropes. All knots away from my fingers. Everything nice
and tight.'
'That will be enough talk from you, if you don't
mind.' I said as I regagged her mouth.
'Yes,' I continued. 'I believe I am very good at this.
I know how to keep you tightly held, and in whatever
position I want.'
'You see, I prefer rope to all other types of binding
restraints. Others may hold better, or look more
impressive, but rope is by far the best. It's the most
flexible type. You can do more things with it, and you
can make it as tight as you want. I also like the silk
gag over that cloth one you were wearing. It looks
much better and much more attractive on you. I thought
you would like it.'
As I spoke to her, I was running my fingers over her
body, making her twitch and wiggle in her ropes.
'I have a few more things to do.' I said as I stood
up. 'I don't think you'll mind though. Enjoy this for
a few moments, and get to know the feeling of the
ropes against your skin. You'll be feeling a lot more
of it and in a lot more ways before the night is
over.' I sat down behind my desk, and did a few
minutes' worth of paper work.
At first, I think she was a little mad at me. Here she
did all this for me, and here I sat, doing damned
paper work. But she did say to do whatever I wanted,
so that's what I was going to do.
The chair creaked as she struggled against the ropes.
I think she thought that this was going to be easy to
get out of. But as the minutes went by, she grunted a
little, and become more and more frustrated.
She couldn't get out. And that seemed to turn her on.
Her grunts turned to moans, and her struggling became
more of inducing pleasure rather than to gain freedom.
Within a few minutes, she was getting hotter than ever
before.
After about ten minutes of this, I came back over to
her. 'Now you have my undivided attention.' I said to
her. I began to remove the ropes from her body, but
did it so I could retie her as I went along.
I started with her legs. I untied them from the chair,
but then tied them tightly together at the knees and
ankles. I then untied the ropes around her upper body.
At last, her wrists were released. But as soon as they
were free, I pulled them behind her back and quickly
tied them together.
With her hands now secured, I made her stand up. I
wound rope around her elbows and gently pulled them
closer and closer together. I was truly surprised when
they finally touched. She didn't seem in any pain, and
she actually sighed when they did touch. I tied them
together so they were barely touching one another.
Lastly, I wound rope around her chest and arms,
pinning her arms to her back. I carefully picked her
up, and carried her over to the couch. I laid her face
down, so I could get a good look at her legs and back
side.
Again she struggled, but found it impossible to get
free. She didn't seem uncomfortable at all, or in any
kind of pain. She truly was the kind of lady I had
been dreaming about for years.
I lightly ran my fingers over her nylon covered legs.
She seemed to shiver with excitement as I did. My
hands roamed over her back and ass. I wanted to get a
look at the fleshy behind, so I slowly pulled the
panties down to her knees. It was firm, soft and
smooth. For several minutes, all I could do was rub my
hands over it. She didn't mind, for she sighed as I
did, and her pussy was getting wet.
I then rolled her over onto her back, and lightly
caressed her shoulders and chest. I slowly pulled the
teddy off her shoulders and freed her breasts. They
were white from the lack of sun, but still firm and
full. Her nipples were hard from excitement, and
seemed to get harder when I played with them and
lightly squeezed her chest. She really enjoyed it when
I licked and lightly sucked them. Her breathing got
stronger, and she moaned deeply into her gag.
Since I was getting horny too, I decided to put her
into her last position. I carried her over to my
conference table and laid her on top of it. I untied
her ropes and removed her panties, but left the gag in
her mouth. I made her more comfortable by placing a
small pillow under her head. I then proceeded to tie
her down to the table top.
My table is a small round one, so she didn't lie
completely on top. Her legs bent at the knees when I
spread them apart, looped rope around her ankles and
heels, and tied them to the support post. And when I
roped her wrists together and pulled her hands over
her head, they pulled past the table top. But it sure
did the trick. She was security tied down, with her
beautiful body open and available to me. Her full, red
lips were around the soft silk scarf, only soft moans
and sighs allowed to escape from them.
For the most part, she was naked. She still was
wearing her sexy teddy, the garters straps were
holding up her stockings, and her high heels were on.
But her private parts were exposed to me, to do what I
wanted with. So I decided to even things out. With her
eyes watching my every move, I slowly stripped off my
cloths. She seemed to like it, for with each article
of clothing she got more and more excited.
At last, I was down to my shorts. These I pulled off
to show her my raging hard-on. I'm over seven inches
when erect, and nice and thick to go with it. Julie
liked it, it seems, for she moaned when she saw it. I
moved up to her face, to give her a good look at it.
She tried to reach it with her lips, but of course,
she couldn't. I stroked it gently, and she went wild.
She wanted to do it herself, but couldn't.
I decided to play doctor. My hands examined the
patient. Her soft skin, her fleshy mounds, her smooth
legs, and her hot, wet box. I fingered her and played
with her clit. She was so excited that she climaxed
within a minute. Her body trembled, and a loud moan
slipped through her gag. After she relaxed for a
moment, I started in again, but decided to take it a
step further.
I moved my face between her legs, and dove in. My lips
kissed and lightly sucked, and my tongue fluttered and
probed into her. Her juices tasted so sweet. She
thrashed her body around as far as the ropes would let
her. Again she came quickly, but just as intense as a
few moments earlier.
I let her rest again for a moment, but decided that it
was my turn for an orgasm. I slowly crawled on top of
her, had slowly pushed my cock into her. As I did, she
sighed very deeply, and her eyes seemed to say to me
"What took you so long? I've been wanting this all
night."
It wasn't long before she was moaning with pleasure
again, and I along with her. The table creaked every
time I pushed into her. Her pussy felt so good. She
moved her hips as much as she could. Within a minute,
I was pumping like mad, wanting to come inside her
like I did when I was a horny teenager.
I felt my load boiling up in my testicals. She seemed
to know it, for when I made one last thrust into her,
she pushed up with her hips to get me as far as I
could. I made a loud groan and shot a huge load of
sperm into her. She came at the same time, groaning
just as loud. It felt sensational. I hadn't had an
orgasm like that for years.
I pulled the gag from her mouth and kissed her deeply.
We seemed to lay there for hours, with our lips
attached to one another. At last, I looked into her
eyes. She seemed to look very happy, content, and
satisfied.
I pulled off of her, and untied her from the table. We
both got dressed and sat down on the couch in each
other's arms. We talked for a few moments. She told me
how much she enjoyed that, and what it meant to her.
It told her that that was the kind of thing I liked to
do.
It was getting late, and we decided to go home. I put
away my ropes, and locked up my desk. We reorganized
the room to make it look like it normally did. We left
the office together, and I walked her to her car.
There, for one sweet moment, we kissed passionately,
then parted and went home.
I lay awake in bed for a while before falling asleep.
I recounted the events of the past few hours, and
wondered what tomorrow was going to bring. I had happy
dreams that night, with Julie in every one of them.
I got to work early the next morning. Julie was
already there, and came into my office behind me. She
looked uptight.
'Can I talk to you about last night, alone?' she
asked. Her tone of voice was very strange. I suggested
we go to lunch together, but she wanted to see me
after work. I agreed. The rest of the day, I wondered
if she was going to drop a bomb on last night, or
suggest we don't work together again.
A few minutes past five, she came into my office,
closing and locking the door behind her. I was a
little fearful, not knowing what she was about to do
or say. She sat down in one of my guest chairs, across
from me with my desk between us.
'About last night' she started. 'First of all, I have
to tell you I didn't get much sleep last night.' I
told her I didn't either. 'I kept thinking about what
we did. I must admit, I never had such a wonderful
experience as that. I lost count on how many times I
came.'
I told her how much I enjoyed the night before myself.
'Please, let me finish before you speak.' I remained
silent for the rest of her speech. She stood up and
paced the room, hardly looking at me.
'Like I said, last night was wonderful. It had been
such a long time since I had done something like that,
I mean, being tied up and all. But I guess I needed
it, and want it a lot more than I get it. Whenever I'm
tied up and under a man's control, I feel my sexist,
and have the best orgasms. Last night was no
exception. It was then best sex I've had in years. And
I think I'm right in saying that you enjoyed it too.'
She looked over at me and smiled. 'Do you know what
I'm getting at?' she asked. I responded by saying that
she thought last night was great, but that was it,
once, but not again. 'No, that's not it, silly.' she
said as she laughed. 'What I'm trying to say is, we
know each other pretty well, and after last night, we
know a lot about one another. What I'm suggesting is
that I need to be tied up and ravished by a man, more
often than I do now. My husband won't do it for me.
What I'm asking you is, will you do it for me?'
I was in shock. I didn't say a word as she spoke. She
said she knew we were both married, but we both wanted
something more. She wasn't going to divorce her
husband, and didn't expect me to leave my wife. She
just wanted, from time to time, to be bound hand and
foot and to be taken advantage of. Finally I spoke.
'Let me be as honest with you as you have been with
me. Yes, I did enjoy last night, and I have thought
about it all day. I loved tying you up and play with
your sweet body for hours. And I've thought of how we
could get away with again and again. We could do it,
but we must be very discreet about it.' She agreed,
moved over to the couch, and started to make our
plans.
Since we worked late many nights, we could easily use
the office for our games. She described some ideas she
had, and I told her mine. Our traveling was even
better way to play. We could sleep together, and no
one would know. After an hour or so, made an agreement
to remain silent about this, and tell no one. She then
stood up, and opened her purse.
'Now that we have that settled, I want to thank you,
both for last night, and for what we are about to do.'
She took out her hand and leg cuffs. She got down on
her knees in front of me, locked her ankles in the leg
cuffs, and locked her wrists behind her back. She then
told me to drop my pants and let her suck my cock.
Naturally, I did, and she immediately began to give me
the best blow job of my life. I sat back and let her
do her work. She moved up and down my cock slowly at
first. But with each moment, she moved faster and
faster until I was ready to shoot. When I did, she
took every drop I pumped into her face, and swallowed
it down. When I was finished, I decided to
reciprocate.
I unlocked her ankles, and made her sit on the edge of
my desk, near the center, then gagged her with the
silk scarf. I lifted her skirt to find a garter belt
and stockings, and satin panties. I slowly pulled her
panties off her legs. I then got some rope, spread her
ankles, and tied them to the legs of the desk. Thus
she was open to me.
I didn't waste any time. I got on my knees, and ate
her wet pussy. She tasted as good as the night before.
I brought her off twice before I untied her ankles. I
retied them together, turned her around so she was
bent over my desk, and plowed my cock deep into her
crotch for behind.
I fucked her for several minutes. She was moaning into
her gag, and I was groaning myself. I felt my second
load building, buried my cock in as far as I could,
and pumped my jism into her. She moaned loudly and
came again when she felt me explode inside her. I
pulled out and untied her.
From that point on, we have had a great relationship,
both professional and personal. We're very careful not
to get caught, and play it cool when we are people
around. We both get what we want. I'll bind her up
several different ways, and do as I please.
Sometimes, I don't let her come for hours, other
times, I try to see how many orgasm she can have.
Sometimes, we do it fast and repeatedly, other times
we take our time and make it last for hours. On lunch
hours, we do it quick and dirty. She might sit on my
lap and rides me, with her hands tied behind her back.
At night, she might be tied to the board room table
spread eagle (her favorite) or get it from behind as
she is bound bent over the receptionists desk and
gagged.
When we travel, we carry a load of ropes, cuffs, belts
and gags. We both have purchased special items that we
like to use. My favorite is leather wrist-to-ankles
straps the hold her tightly, and allow me to get in
and do the job. She likes being gagged with the bright
red ball gag I bought special for her.
Well, that's my story, which has run much too long. We
have tried so many different things, I can't begin to
tell you about them all. Let's just say we haven't
become bored yet.
END
NOTE: I just showed this to Julie. She loved it, and
wants me to write a sequel to it. I probably will,
when I have the time.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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