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First there had been the late report, then feedback from users about his lack of understanding, and finally that day he was caught... let's say "staring" at his new manager. Whilst the first 2 issues were accepted, the last he felt was not his fault, although this was ever voiced internally. Long story stort his new manager, Marie, was bending over in front of him. He always noticed the dress she wore with black leggings underneath, and normally he would not let his eyes linger too long. But this occasion, this time he could make out slightly more of the curve of her body and he could not stop staring quite fast enough. Just in time for another manager to spot his voyeurism.

And so here he was, question after question. It was further not helped that Marie was included, wearing the same bloody chequered print dress and he knew that those black leggings were going to be present. His trousers tighten.

He always noticed her. When she briefly glanced in his direction he would hope her gaze would linger. Her gentle mocking would draw him closer and all he wanted to say was "more please", so that his ears could bath in the waves of her warm tones.

The conclusion of the meeting, "we'll get back you" - joy. He was asked if he understood what was expected of him going forward and if he could achieve this. He smiled, nodded and submitted to their seniority. He was finally instructed to leave, they had to cover off a few matters, which he already knew was most likely going to be at his expense. He slightly adjusted himself before he stood to hide his current mood. They smiled, it appeared hesitantly, all but one. Marie simply stated "I'll call you back in moment. Don't go far".

He sat at his desk, watching them through the glass as they all shared a joke. He thought that they were each great managers, and he could not fault them. Just wrong timing for him.

As the other 2 managers exited the meeting room, Marie motioned with her fingers for him to return. As he entered the room her smell hit him like a wall, but it was somehow gently floral, not quite what he knew to be a perfume, it was more like a bodily scent, which he could not stop imaging coming off from her skin. He tried not to think about his groin.

"you saw me signal you?" the question pulled him sharply out of his day dreaming. "umm, yes" he responded. "but why were you looking in this direction? You're always looking in my direction. I see you"

"shit" he thought

Marie looked at him hard "even after you have been warned about staring, there you are. Are you a pervert? Do I need to call HR?"

"NO, NO. I just knew you wanted me back" he lied. For the past few weeks he had been trying to push thoughts of touching her and smelling her hair out of his head.

Another hard stare, but this time with a long silence. Whilst he felt the sweat pour down his back, he felt himself fall into her eyes. "there are things I expect from my staff" she eventually stated. "Your staff?" he thought, but best to let it go. "and there are things I want", she continued.

She paused and looked at him. More silence. Was there something he was supposed to say? Expectations and wants, were they not the same? He felt that he was in some way being challenged, but he had no clue why. "you will stay late. I need to go home, but I will return. We will talk further then". And with a wave of her hand, he was dismissed.

He was furious! How dare she give him detention. Fucking rude bitch. Marie had left early, letting the whole office know that she making him stay late. He felt searing hot shame. The perceived looks, the whispers, the jokes. She made him look weak.

The office was empty, it was late. Then she walked in and looked incredible. There was no change in her dress or any other aspect of her being, but something drew him in and for some reason he felt a heat in his face. She removed her jacket and he again watched her form, which suggested itself from beneath her clothes. She was perfect, but unknown territory.

As Marie walked towards him she said "earlier today I told you that there were things that I want. Do you remember?". Of course he could remember, it was weird but he would play along. "I will be clear with you. I went to my swimming pool and I fucked the lifeguard. He fucked me long and he fucked me hard"

He sat, mouth open. His penis immediately engaged. She continued before he could speak, which was not likely to be soon anyway. "as he fucked me I told him of my insolent worker, I told him of you. He likes to hear what I do during the day, for some reason it excites him, I knew it would. So do you know what I had him do?". Still dumbfounded all he could do was shake his head. "I had him finish in my bottom. And I have come straight from him, back to the office".

"now" she continued "as I mentioned earlier, there are things that I want. One of these is that I want to be clean, very clean" she looked at him, daring a response "and I expect my staff to clean me"

"what? No!" he shouted, more shrill than he wanted. But before he could protest further, she interrupted "you know, the thing is, I can get you sacked. I can simply say that you have not stopped staring at me and the fact you have already been caught, well..."

This was too much. A hot wave of shame and embarrassment ran through him. But he was stuck, he could find no way out of this situation. He stared at her smug, self-satisfied face, whilst he felt deep rage. There, confirming his earlier suspicions of her motives, was a glint of hateful triumph in her eyes. He inferred that to her, the end justified the means, which he believed was to beat him, shame him, to conquer him.

Marie, however, felt no such sense of power lust. To her, this entire situation was just a joke! Literally. She and the other managers had wanted to congratulate him on his hard work with a rise. They all loved a joke and this was just another , although a dirty, but nothing they weren't all used to and none of what Marie had described had actually occurred. They all agreed that he could take a joke and would really love it. Just a bit of office banter. The other 2 were secretly watching events unfold from behind the door of another meeting room, waiting jump out and shout "surprise!". The pair of them could hardly contain their excitement.

He, however, was unaware of all of this and was simply furious.

Marie, took a brief in take of breath, readying herself to say the key phrase to signal the release of the others. However, before she could get her words out, he had made a decision. He stood, strode over to her, grabbing her hips and violently turned her away from him. He heard her take a sharp intake of breath and as he positioned himself behind her, he felt himself becoming entangled with her scent, stronger now the closer he was

In one fluid motion, his hands first slipped down her generous thighs, back under her dress, his fingers firmly the gripping the tops of her leggings and knickers. Marie, quickly realised what was about to happen, as did her colleagues who she spied in the doorway of the meeting room. This had escalated rather too fast, but her reactions were not quite fast enough to correct the situation.

As her leggings and pants were pulled down to her knees, he briefly caught a flash of white skin, which promptly disappeared again as the hem of her dress dropped to briefly cover her rump.

Here, he lost himself. Whilst the thought of tasting another man disgusted him, a soon to be feed craving came over him. Her skin beneath his fingers was cold but angelically soft. The initial hint of her thickness brought warm saliva to his mouth, and the slight earthy smell of her arse, mixed with her natural floral odour was over powering.

She felt her arse cheeks exposed again to the cold office and then his full face push between her cheeks, followed by the sensation of his thick, hot, wet tongue slathering over her hole.

Eyes wide, Marie stared at her colleagues, her colleagues stared back. She tried to move away but he held her firm and shamefully she moaned as a wave of pleasure moved from her sphincter across her lower regions. Feeling his saliva slip down the inside of her thighs, she managed a devilish smile to indicate her willful submission to assured them and to let this continue. turned away into the office, but the other simply pulled back behind the door. And watched.

Marie fully bent over the desk, pushing herself back and slightly opening her cheeks further apart. Her body quivered as he licked and roughly kissed her. hand caressed and slid over her smooth behind, squeezing and groping in time with his mouth. The fingers of his other hand moving between her thighs, towards her groin, slipping over her mound and gently pushing the of his digits into her wanting vagina.

She felt paralysed, unable to move a muscle, and just lay across the table quietly moaning as she watched her colleague watch her, feeling every stroke of his tongue on her bum hole. Sopping wet, muscles she didn't know she had relaxed. Then, in hot rush her body felt like it was falling off a cliff into a sweet grasping sea of tingling ecstasy. Finding herself having no control, a burning sensual release ran through her cunt like fire. Almost unable to breathe, she utters odd guttural sounds of pleasure, her back arches, her toes curl, her earth shatters.

Feeling used, he stood . Salivating but ashamed he apologised. He knew nothing else to say. She had asked for this, but it seemed there was a moment of hesitation on her part, but the hunger in him was too deep to let her go.

His cock pushing hard against his trousers, unsatisfied, the scent of her shit lingered in his nose. Marie turned to face her employee, panting, still recovering from her pleasure. Pulling leg out of her leggings, she first stared into his eyes, then looked down to his bulge. Placing hand on his covered erection, she gently masturbated his manhood. The message was quickly understood as he released his belt, trousers and then cock.

Marie watched it firmly spring and down, and with excitement backed onto the table behind her, opening her legs. With her left hand she grabbed his arse cheek, pulling him closer, with her left hand she cupped his penis, briefly stroking her hand along his hard shaft, before guiding it into her wet, eager pussy.

He bit his lip as his slipped between her lips, tensing further whilst she teased both of them by moving his exposed head and down the length of her sticky quim. Feeling her use him to rub her clit. He adjusted himself in anxious delight, letting her control him while he held her legs open.

Both breathed in deeply as she finally found the goal, pulling him closer to enter her warmth. The movement was purposefully slow. They both relished in the pressure of his bellend, first pushing and stretching her wet hole, followed by the girthy shaft sliding smoothly into her for what felt like an eternity.

Her hands then moved over his torso, to his neck, as his full length was accepted into her. She was still very much aware of her colleagues, but cared nought. Their mouths met and their tongues danced. The smell of her posterior still lingered on his face and she loved it.

This was all too much for him as he felt a climax building inside. He pulled her hips closer and began to pump faster. Moving his mouth away from hers, foreheads pressed together, he looked down into her eyes and at their grinding bodies. She pulled his lips back to hers as he exploded inside her, holding tight to his clothed body, bucking against hers, his moaning dulled as she pressed the kiss harder. He pushes the last of himself into her as the tendrils of electric ecstasy explode through the root of his cock and travel over the rest of his body.

He pulls out. Already used and flaccid, he catches sight of the peeping Tom in the meeting room. Quickly, shame returns and he pulls his trousers back , whilst running comically from the office.

Marie turns to her 2 colleagues, who are now exiting the meeting room, eyes wide with shock and humour with what they have just witnessed. Marie simply grins, still out of breath, cum dripping from her pussy.