Office Perks (24 page)

By the next day I felt I was losing track of time. Nothing seemed hurried, nothing really seemed to matter and, if in the back of my mind I knew that this was an illusion from being under a rich man's wing, I could see no reason not to enjoy the effect. I was coming to understand Charles's character too, and that he wasn't really so very different from Niall. Both were like lions, only comfortable as top male, easy with women, but naturally aggressive to other men. As he humped me one more time that night I was again wishing I had a nice cock to suck while he did it, and lamenting the pride that stopped my desire becoming reality.

In the morning Dan Bergman rang to suggest another fishing trip, this time for shark. I declined, preferring to laze at the villa and perhaps explore a little, citing my queasy tummy as an excuse. Charles accepted my choice without making too big a deal out of it and, for the first
time, I was left to my own devices. As the noise of the car faded, the villa was left in silence, made all the more intense by the occasional cry of a bird and the faint murmur of waves.

My first thought was that at last I could go naked, and Sam wasn't about. So I stripped nude, except for sandals and sun block, first to swim and laze on the beach, then, when it began to get really hot, indoors. It felt good, pleasantly naughty and unfamiliar, doing ordinary things but stark naked. Even reading a book in one of the big wicker chairs in the main room added to my gently climbing sense of arousal.

By lunchtime I was on a slow burn, allowing my feelings to pick up with the sure knowledge that when Charles came back and put me on my knees for a seeing-to my climax would be truly glorious. I began to pose, thinking how he'd like to see me, bent a little to show off the curve of my back and the flare of my bottom cheeks, across the table with my feet set wide and my bum lifted for rear entry, crawling on the floor with everything flaunted in totally uninhibited display.

I stayed nude as I ate a big paw-paw for my lunch, with the juice running down between my breasts as I spooned the pulp out. My hands got sticky too, and I ended up rubbing the juice into my breasts and teasing my nipples erect before pulling them to my mouth to lick off the sweet stickiness. By then my arousal was coming up towards boiling point, and as I stood on the veranda caressing my breasts and thinking dirty thoughts, I knew there was no way I could wait for Charles.

Walking quickly to the bedroom, I turned the big fan on, triggering what seemed a deliciously cool down-draft of air. I climbed onto the bed, crawling, imagining Charles behind me, or any man, watching, his cock
stiffening in his hand as his eyes feasted on my bare bottom and he imagined what he could do to me. Face down on the bed with my bum a little lifted, I reached back to stroke myself, letting my fantasy develop.

He'd be rock hard, staring as I touched myself, my thighs open, as they were, my cheeks spread to show every rude detail between. I'd be teasing my pussy, tickling my bumhole, just as I was, bringing my pleasure very, very slowly up towards ecstasy. Four hours or more I'd been naked, my need slowly rising, and I wasn't spoiling it. I told myself I wouldn't touch my clit until I quite simply couldn't help it.

I rolled on my back, my eyes closed as I began to play with my breasts and my bottom, using my fingertips, and nails, to take myself higher and higher. The sun block was by the bed and I dribbled some onto my chest, rubbing it into my breasts until my nipples were so taut they'd begun to ache. More went between my bottom cheeks, to allow me to slip a finger in up the tiny hole between, a deliciously rude sensation. I slipped my thumb into my pussy, thinking how it would feel if instead of my fingers I had two cocks inside me, and a third in my mouth.

Two men had been wonderful, what would three be like? How impossibly full would it feel to have cocks in pussy and up my bottom at the same time? For that matter, how would it feel to take a cock up my bottom at all? Dirty? Improper? Maybe too painful . . . or maybe not. My finger felt nice, and as I slipped a second in, nicer still.

I could hear my own soft moans as I masturbated, a reaction I had little control over. My feelings were too high and still rising. I thought how I'd have to take my three imaginary men, mounted on top of the first with his cock in my me, leaving my bottom spread in a
thoroughly rude pose, the little hole my fingers were working in spread to the second's cock. Up he'd go, pushed deep, to fill me to my head, and the third would pop his in my mouth to let me suck. There were no men, but I wanted to get into the position to come, so flipped myself over onto my knees.

. . . to catch a movement on the veranda outside. I froze, my heart hammering for just an instant as Sam darted away from the window through which he'd been watching me. Then I was running for the bathroom and a towel, burning with blushes. He'd seen; he had to have seen, everything, including me putting my fingers up my bottom. It was hideously embarrassing, and left me feeling sexually vulnerable too, imagining him bursting in on me and thinking I was fair game for anyone.

He wouldn't dare, I was sure, but I was shaking badly as I quickly washed and threw a robe around myself. The only thing I could think of to do was act as if nothing had happened, maybe stick my nose in the air, because I could just imagine him with his ever-present grin, but now knowing, very knowing.

Only when I'd got control of myself again did I dare to step out of the bathroom, to find him standing in the doorway. I nearly jumped out of my skin, and might have screamed, only he looked more frightened than I felt, and was babbling immediately.

‘I'm sorry, miss, I'm truly sorry. Don't tell Mr King, will you? Please don't tell Mr King. I'll lose my job, I will, so please, please don't tell. I didn't mean to watch. I didn't.'

I put up my hands and he went quiet. My heart was still hammering, but my fear had vanished. He was no rapist, nothing like it, just a frightened boy, not frightened of me as such, but of his bullying employer who
was my lover. King was such a pig to him, and would undoubtedly sack him on the spot. I tried to reassure him.

‘Relax, will you, I'm not going to tell Charles. I wouldn't do that.'

‘No? Really not?'

‘No, not ever. Why would I? Look, you just scared me, that's all, standing out on the balcony like that.'

He nodded, shame-faced and apologetic. I didn't really know what to say, beyond a completely ridiculous desire to point out that I didn't usually stick my fingers up my bottom when I masturbated.

‘I, er . . . let's have a beer, OK?'

‘I'm not allowed.'

‘Yes, but I am, and Charles is off fishing with his Septic friends.'

He gave me another puzzled look.

‘Septics . . . septic tanks, Yanks, Americans. It's rhyming slang, a way some people talk in London. Apples and pears. Septic tanks.'

He was looking at me as if I was nuts, then slowly the grin returned to his face. I went to the fridge and took out a pair of cool bottles, then to the freezer, where Charles kept the glasses ice cold. I filled both and took them out onto the veranda, with Sam following, still rather hesitant. He took his beer, but kept glancing around as he drank it, as if expecting Charles to materialise out of thin air. I'd felt sorry for him from the start, but never realised he was quite so frightened.

It was hard to know what to say at first, beyond asking questions about his life and the island. His responses were guarded at first, but he gradually loosened up, and we were laughing together by the time we'd finished our second beer. I felt more than a little
odd, edgy, to think what he'd seen, and maybe because I'd been getting pretty close to orgasm when he'd caught me.

By halfway down the third beer I'd decided I was going to give him the treat of his life. I needed it, for one thing, and he was attractive, in a boyish way, while the size of the bulge in his shorts had suggested interesting possibilities, and he seemed to be erect half the time. He wanted me too, and would enjoy it all the more for me being Charles's lover.

When I went to fetch another beer I loosened my robe a little, to allow the edges to fall open as I sat down, showing him quite a lot of thigh and maybe more. He responded with furtive glances, evidently believing it was accidental, but as we continued to talk, he began to swell in his shorts. I let my thighs slip a little further apart and gave him a glance from below half-lowered eyelashes. Still he sipped his beer, trying not to be too obvious as his eyes flicked repeatedly between my legs.

I stretched and settled back in my chair, not bothering to rearrange my robe, which now lay half open, showing the inner curves of my breasts and at least hinting more forbidden delights. Still he sipped his beer and cast furtive glances.

I adjusted my position yet again, allowing my robe to fall open, displaying one breast and the full swell of my mound. He swallowed his beer at a gulp and made a hasty and embarrassed adjustment of his cock, which was rock hard.

I did no more but stood up, took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Once in there, I sat on the bed, pulled down his shorts and took him in my mouth, sucking eagerly as I held onto his firm, smooth legs.

He never said a word, looking down at me in amazement as I sucked and licked at his cock, took his heavy
balls in my mouth, and rubbed my face against him. Even when I shrugged off my robe and took him between my breasts he stayed silent, staring wide-eyed as I folded his jet-black cock into the creamy pale flesh of my cleavage. He might have been shocked, but he wasn't backward, soon sliding about in my cleavage with my nipples rubbing on his flesh, until it was just too much for me.

I lay back, pulling him on top of me, my breasts still held together around his lovely dark cock. He was long, but quite narrow, with a fleshy purple head that just needed kissing and licking. Soon I was giggling and trying to kiss and lick at his knob as he continued to rub against my breasts. He'd have done it in my face, maybe, but I wanted more, and pushed him down as my thighs came wide in invitation.

He didn't need any more encouragement, and mounted me, grinning as he filled me. I took my breasts in my hands, playing with myself as my fucking began, and hoping he'd take his time. It felt so good, and I wanted him to come with him inside me, perhaps even up my bottom, if I dared.

I did. He was easy, no threat, somebody I'd never see again, and somebody who'd take it slow. My voice came urgent and broken as I pushed gently on his chest.

‘Stop, Sam, I want to turn over.'

For the first time since I'd taken his cock in my mouth he spoke.

‘Yeah, great, I love your ass, in that bikini.'

‘And bare, yes? I know you were watching.'

‘Bare, yes, on the beach, and when you dress, in white panties.'

‘You've been watching me dress? You dirty little sod!'

His answer was a big, toothy grin, and I'd rolled over, offering him my bum. He took hold of my cheeks,
kneading them, pulling them wide and mumbling about what a beautiful bottom I had and how much he wanted to fuck it. His cock found my pussy hole and he was in me, pushing hard, to rob me of breath, until I forced myself, sure he'd spunk at any moment.

‘Lovely, thank you, Sam, thank you, but would you . . . oh God, just put it up my bum, please?'

I could hear the embarrassment in my own voice, and when he didn't answer for a moment I thought I might have put him off. Then his cock was being drawn slowly from my pussy hole, his thumbs had spread my bottom cheeks wide, my anus was showing to him, and I knew I was to be buggered.

‘Gently, Sam, slowly . . . don't hurt me.'

He didn't speak, but I felt his cock head push to my bumhole and my mouth had come open against the bed sheets. I felt myself start to open, quite easy, my hole slippery with sun block and my own juices and, for the first time in my life, a cock was being introduced to my bottom hole. It did feel rude, deliciously improper, filling my head with lovely, dirty images of how sluttish I was as he eased it up. There I was kneeling in the nude on white sheets, copper-coloured curls spread out, as a beautiful young man took my anal virginity.

Only when his balls met my empty pussy did I know he was all up. I was gasping and clutching the sheets as he began to move inside me, and I'd reached back for my clit, knowing I had to come over my first ever buggering.

‘Do it, Sam, nice and slow, and you can slap my bottom, if you like. Spank me, like I'm naughty.'

I was letting him bugger me on Charles's bed. He was hesitant, patting my cheeks as he moved himself slightly in my bottom, but he'd soon got the idea, slapping and laughing with delight as I played with myself. I was going to come, in moments, spanked and buggered on
Charles's bed. My clit was burning under my fingers as I rubbed, and his balls were pushing on my empty pussy, reminding me over and over of exactly where his cock was, deep up my straining bottom hole.

When it hit me I screamed the house down. It was just such an utterly, wonderfully rude thing to be doing, and the feeling when my body went into contractions on his cock was something else, taking me up to a long, glorious peak with my fingers working urgently and my bumhole tightening over and over on his intruding cock. He gasped, jamming himself in as deep as he could go. The knowledge that he'd come too brought me up to a second, higher peak, with my fingers locked in the bed sheets, my mouth wide, my toes curling, and my screams of ecstasy echoing around the room and startling the birds from the trees.

Sam was still pumping into me as I collapsed in a heap on the bed, and he stayed there, on top of me, still joined, holding me to him as we both went slowly limp. I could have lain there for ages, maybe until he was ready again, because it still felt nice, and it would have been good to be held and kissed a little before a second, equally thorough session. He was going to pull out, but I took hold of his hand, my voice a sigh as I spoke.