Friday…

[Si****]

What a week it had been. Staff problems to resolve, contracts to negotiate, bills to pay… it was 4pm on Friday and she had just been having a coffee break and trying to decide what she would do with her kids this weekend. Another couple of hours making sure that her biggest baby, her company, was all set for the weekend and everything was under control, then back home to the mayhem that she knew would be waiting for her.

She got a text. It was from her regular babysitter. But she hadn’t booked her??
“Do you want me to pick up the kids and then bring them back in the morning? I just thought you might like a bit of a break?”
“OMG, you’re a lifesaver, thank you, see you in the morning.”
It was as if a small weight had just been lifted from her shoulders.

She carried on working, no hurry now, but she still had things to do. As she continued to work, her staff started heading off home, one by one. She didn’t realise it, but then she was alone in the office.

She heard the door open but knew it was just the cleaner. She looked up to check. It was the cleaner, but not the usual one. She hadn’t seen this one before. He was a little older, looking a little rough, but strangely handsome. She briefly imagined him with a haircut, shave and in a suit, but then shook her head and got back to work.

He worked hard and she couldn’t help but glance at him occasionally. She didn’t realise that he had spotted her checking him out.

He knocked on her office door. “Just your office left for me to do, want me to do it now or leave it?”
“Give it a light clean please”
She tried not to watch him, but couldn’t help where her mind was going. It had been a while!

“What a day” he said “I bet yours has been pretty crazy too. How about we have a glass of whatever drink you have hidden in your desk?”

She looked at him, shocked, but there was something in his voice which made it more of an order than a question. She meant to laugh and say “let’s not” but she couldn’t say the word not!

She turned around to get a couple of glasses and poured a generous shot of whiskey into each glass. She placed them on her desk, one for her and she placed the other opposite her.

“That’s not very friendly, I’m not here for a job interview, come round this side of the desk with me” he said. Without thinking, she couldn’t help it, she moved around and sat with him on the other side of her desk. There was something about him, something about the way that he spoke… she just couldn’t help herself.

“Tell me all about your life” it was almost a command, she felt relaxed with him. She normally wouldn’t even talk to a stranger, but he was different, she wanted to do what he asked but couldn’t explain why.

She started to talk through her life and how she had got here. He asked intelligent questions as she talked. Their drinks were getting low by now. “Pour us another drink will you” he said. She almost jumped up, but managed to catch herself and maintain her composure. She stood up, took his glass and refilled them both.
As she handed him his refilled glass, in what was barely more than a whisper “Good girl”. She blushed!! What was that!! She wasn’t expecting that, she hadn’t been called a good girl since she was about *! But wow, the wave that ran through her and ended at her cheeks, turning them pink… what a feeling!

He spotted the reaction, obviously, but she tried to hide it as she returned to her chair and continued through her life story. As she talked, he stood up and moved to the sofa on the other side of her office. He tapped the sofa next to him, just a little sharper than was necessary, almost as if he was spanking the sofa. She blushed again and moved to sit next to him.

“You’ve talked enough about your past, it’s time for me to tell you about your future” he said, still quietly, but with so much gentle confidence that she was hanging on his every word.

“Come here, sit on my lap whilst I talk to you” she did as she was told, she barely even hesitated this time.
“I’ve listened to your life story. You need to let go of the control that you spend your whole life gripping onto. If you carry on like this, your grip will loosen when you least want it to. If you take a break, release you grip, just for a while”
He was so authoritative, she knew that he was speaking the truth.

“Now, stand up in front of me, hands by your side. Let me look at you”
Her heart was racing, her face was flushed, she wanted to let go, but, what if… it was too late, she found herself standing in front of him as he stood up and slowly walked around her. Inspecting her, admiring her, getting further inside her head with every second. “Beautiful” in a very factual tone.

He sat back down on the sofa. “Remove your blouse and throw it to me.” She began to nervously unbutton her blouse but she was already under his spell. She removed it and threw it to him. He caught it and neatly folded it and lay it on the sofa next to him. “Now your bra.” She obliged without hesitation. Again, this was carefully laid on the sofa.

He stood up and walked to her, purposefully. He walked around her, stopping behind her. He reached around her waist and firmly pulled her into his body. She let out the little gasp that he was hoping for. He lessened his grip and moved his hand to her breast, gently caressing and massaging, before moving giving a little attention to her nipple. He stepped to the side, gave her bottom a sharp spank and returned to the sofa.

“Remove your skirt now. Throw it to me.” His voice was so steady. Almost emotionless, but with more command than she had ever heard, even in the countless boardroom meetings that she had attended. She was already a mess. She knew very well that she was putty in his hand. With slightly shaky hands, she tugged at the short zip and lowered her skirt. She stepped out of it and bent over to pick up the skirt to throw it to him. Once he had placed it neatly in the sofa he stood up again and walked over to her.

He walked straight towards her and got so close that she could feel his heat radiating towards her. He reached behind her head to seize a handful of her hair so that he could control her head. He pulled her head so that her lips were mere millimetres from his. She struggling to keep any control over her breath. After teasing her for what seemed like a lifetime but was merely seconds, he pulled her in close enough that she could finally taste him. Their tongues intertwined in a kiss that, if it had been witnessed by anyone, they would have been convinced that it was the embrace of reunited lovers, having been separated for months. She was ready for anything that he wanted to do with her.

Still having hold of her hair, he pulled her mouth from his. He moved around her and allowed his fingers to snake around her body before settling on her knickers. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly started to lower them. They clung to her pussy as he started to apply the downward movement. As he exposed her bum, he gave a playful bite to her cheek, causing her to let out a tiny scream. As he continued to lower her knickers to the floor, he looked up to see her glistening pussy. He could tell that she was his.

He walked to the sofa and placed her underwear neatly with the rest of her clothes, before returning to her. He stood before her, held her hands and moved them to the buttons of his overalls. She didn’t need to be asked twice, she unbuttoned him as fast as she could with her trembling hands. He stood there and allowed her to then reach up and pull the overalls from his shoulders.

As the overalls were caught on his hips, she knelt in front of him to pull them all the way to the floor. He lifted one leg and then the other to enable her to fully remove them.
She greedily grabbed at his underwear and pulled them to the floor. His manhood was right in her face and she swallowed him straight down. She was desperate, there was no time for niceties, she wanted him inside her any which way and this was the fastest. It was as if she had been starved for years. She stopped what she was doing and looked up him. “Will you fuck me please sir, I need you in my pussy so badly!”
“You will get what you need, but not quite yet”

The disappointment quickly vanished once she had taken him back in her mouth. She was looking up as she relished him, she could tell from his face that she was greatly pleasing him.
“Good girl, stand up now” as she did, he immediately picked her up and carried her to the sofa. He bent her over the arm and buried her face into the seat of the sofa. Her saliva and lipstick being transferred from her face to the sofa. That would forever provide a visual reminder of this evening.

He stood behind her for a mere second before she was begging him not to tease her. He obliged and thrust straight in to her pussy, with long powerful strokes. He had hardly begun, before she was shaking and quivering beneath him. Her moans and screams could be heard throughout the building, but she had no thoughts or concerns for that. She was lost in the moment, she was lost in him.

He was having to hold her up as her legs were now completely useless. He withdrew and pulled her upright by her hair. He turned her around, gave her a short but passionate kiss, which she desperately needed, before pushing her back onto the sofa.

He grabbed her legs and lifted them up, resting her ankles on his broad shoulders. He was back inside her before she had been able to work out what was happening. Oh my, the change of positions completely reset her and she could feel another massive wave building up inside. She was breathing so hard, but at the same time, struggling for breath. The wave was intensifying, what the hell was he doing to her.

Her legs were shaking again, she had no control of her body at all, she was a mess. A beautiful hot mess. As the wave overflowed, she was aware that she was screaming but could hear nothing. He showed no mercy and continued to thrust again and again as she squirmed underneath him.

He was getting close. He withdrew and lowered her legs in one movement. He reached forward and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her towards him. She put up no resistance, she wanted this, despite being numb from head to toe. He pushed her mouth onto him and began to fuck her face. He showed no mercy and she loved that.

Before long, he was the one making the unholy noises. He continued to hold her head, to use her mouth, until he finally reached the crescendo and released deep down her throat with an almighty moan.

He let her flop back onto the sofa. Moved around and gave her a long, passionate, kiss. He then put his overalls back on “You’re usual cleaner will be back on Monday, I’ll be back one day, be ready for me” and he walked out.

She lay there. Completely exhausted. Completely satisfied. Wondering to herself how long she would have to recover, before he was back again. Hoping deeply that it wasn’t very long…