Sarahs Sexploits - The Beginning

by K. T. Red

  The tip of his cockhead nudges the back of my mouth as I fit in most of his very tasty shaft. As I suck gently, he moans in delight and rests his hands on the back of my head. I release him part way and glance upwards. He is watching through eyes now heavy with lust and need. He groans and curses as I press the head into my cheek pouch and wrap my tongue around the girth of his pole. I don’t move now, I just suck as he watches his head outlined against my flesh. He wants a cheap whore so let him look at me as I behave like one - mouth full and face distorted with his proud cock, looking like a scene from a sleazy porn movie.

  His chest rises and falls and he wraps his fingers through my hair. “Suck me, mon chere. Suck me.” His voice is barely audible. I manoeuvre his cock back into the centre of my mouth and start to suck a little harder. I slide up to the head and suck just that, poking the tip of my tongue into the eye making him raise his ass and gasp. Then I set him free.

  Taking his hot wet cock into my hand, I hold him firmly. He opens his mouth but before he can speak, I squeeze him and hear him gasp. “Sarah. Say it. Say my name, Emil.”

  He can only groan.“Oh, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. Suck me, Sarah. Suck me hard and let me quench your thirst with the most delicious hot semen.” Setting him free, I drag my tongue along the underside of the shaft, travelling along the ridge. Then I take him back in my eager mouth and go for it. He groans “Oh... Sarah. You are such a very greedy girl!“ Sucking and slurping. Sliding up and down the whole length, sucking harder and harder as he guides me with his hands, still entangled in my hair.

  His legs are bouncing up and down on the sofa as hot salty pre-cum floods out. I lustily lap it all up in anticipation of what will inevitably follow. His moans increase in volume and I can’t help but hope that this room has soundproofing. I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump it firmly in synch with my wet slide.

  The shaft momentarily tenses then his head bursts with hot, salty spunk as he shouts in release. Shots of foam hit the back of my tongue and slide down my throat. I hold him still, deep in my mouth and suck with every throb from him. He quietly mumbles as he climbs down, stroking my head like a child. I slide him out gently as he starts to subside, lingering slightly on the head. Slipping him free to rest on my open hand, I wait for him to settle.

  Chapter Twelve

  Opening his eyes, he groans and smiles down at me. “Ah oui, Sarah. That was a very good start to things. Yes. Very promising indeed.”

  Stung by his comment, I spring to my feet letting his now flaccid penis fall to his thigh. “Oh, I’m so pleased you enjoyed it, Emil. I would have hated to disappoint you.”

  He snorts “Don’t be like that, Sarah. You are perfectly aware that I enjoyed myself having greedily swallowed the evidence. It just takes a little time sometimes to fall into synch with a new lover‘s particular likings and intricacies, does it not? You have a great deal of potential, you know.” I can’t quite believe what I’m hearing and can only stand with my mouth open. He‘s just come in my mouth and has the nerve to sit there and verbally slap me across the face, offering hints and tips! He just shrugs. “I mean no offence.” He leans forward and takes my hand.

  I snatch my hand free. “I’m not exactly a virgin, Emil!” I snap.

  He laughs. “Oh, I know that, chere. I do not know how many lovers you have had before. I do not care. It is not my business. But I think maybe that it is case of quantity - not quality. I also think that maybe you have trust or intimacy issues or have been hurt. We can be very good for each other. I can teach you many things. I want for us to get to know each other more intimately. I want to nurture you.”

  Oooh - he wants to teach me things! “So what is it that you want, Emil - a lover or a pupil?”

  He shrugs that Gallic shrug again. “Maybe a bit of both.”

  My turn to snort. “Dear God, I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted!”

  “I suppose a bit of both. But I hope mainly flattered - and interested. You are interested, aren’t you? I have had many women and there is just something - something unusual and intriguing about you.” He takes my hand again. “So, what do you think?”

  I take a deep breath. “I will not be your whore. I will be your equal in this thing - whatever it is. Is that clear?”

  He kisses my hand. “Of course.” Then he laughs and smiles at me. “But you’re not exactly my equal at the moment, are you?”

  “What - what do you mean?”

  “Here I am, fully clothed with the bare minimum of my flesh exposed. Yet here you stand before me, with your beautiful breasts on display, your sexual flesh in open air and your skirt bunched up around your waist. ”

  He still knows how to make me feel almost subservient, reminding me yet again that he is my boss but I refuse to give him this type of satisfaction. “Please feel free to become my equal. It’s your office. I’m sure no-one else will object if you are naked in it. Least of all me.” Before he can respond, I smooth my skirt over my hips. I pull down the zip and let it slide down my legs before stepping out of it. I walk over to the other sofa and sit down, crossing my legs in a deliberately suggestive way. I lean against the back of the sofa and dangle a shoe off the toes of one foot.

  He chuckles. “All in good time. Whatever other endearing qualities you may possess, patience does not appear to be one of them. I will delight in being naked with you when we have more time and are in a more...” he waves his hand, gesturing around his office, “luxurious and appropriate setting. Then you will appreciate me a whole lot more. It will be worth the wait. I can promise you that.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  He’s so serious and self-confident - and arrogant - that I can’t help but laugh. “Oh, Emil. You just can’t help yourself. Tell me, if you’re such a good catch, what do you want someone like me for? Well, apart from the obvious. Aren’t I a little bit low rent for you? A bit of rough? Just one of the office staff. An employee, the hired help. Another no-one, another nothing who does not matter. You could have anyone you want.” I uncross my legs and widen them, giving him a clear view of the goodies. Leaning forward, I run my tongue over my lips. “Or do you just want someone who gets her kicks playing the whore for the workers? Maybe you just want a taste of the slut on the screen?””

  “You interest me - and not just because you like to fuck. That bold, brash attitude of yours - is it merely a mask? I wonder what truly lies behind. I am right, I think, about your fear of intimacy, fear of becoming emotionally involved. You use your sexuality like a weapon or a defence mechanism, not a gift to be cherished and valued. You use it to fight. It cheapens you. You act like a whore to keep the real you hidden. Safe. I think with the right man - namely me - you would “get your kicks” in a much more meaningful way.”

  He is surprisingly and refreshingly honest and I can only respond in kind. “Maybe you’re right. The best form of defence is attack - or something like that. I’ve learnt the hard way not to get involved. Long story - and not one I intend to tell.”

  He simply nods. “C‘est la vie, mon chere - sorry, Sarah. But you must not allow whatever it is to hold you back. Yes, you are right. I could have any woman I wanted but those women do not excite or interest me in the way you do. You are not low rent - Mon Dieu, what a disgusting expression! Yes, you are my employee - between the hours of 9.00 am and 5.00 pm, Monday to Friday. That leaves a lot more time when you are not my employee. It also leaves just as much time when I am not your employer. That is why I asked you to come here at 6.00 - when we are both no longer on the clock. Both free people. The door is over there. You are free to leave at any time. I have not made you do anything that you did not want to do - nor would I ever.”

  I close both my legs and my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and look into his. I hadn’t noticed before how very dark blue they are. “I will not be your mistress, Emil. You do not call me just because you feel like a blow
-job or some other form of light relief. Neither will I give you exclusivity and I don’t expect or want it from you.”

  He waves at the television I’d forgotten was there. “You can keep your factory boys if that’s what you want. They are nothing but a quick fix. Junk food if you like whereas I am gourmet. They mean nothing to you and you nothing to them. Although I think there may be some genuine fondness between you and that one. He is a very good looking young man.”

  “Yes, he is. And he’s a nice man as well. With a young family. I want your assurance that you will leave him alone. I instigated what happened - not him. If you make trouble for him, I won’t hesitate to tell the other directors absolutely everything that’s gone on in here today, about the cameras and about the porno film - even if it costs me my job.”

  “Oui.” he nods. “I was right about you.”

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “No. Perhaps not. You are a passionate woman, this is clear - and I don’t just mean in a sexual way. You stand up for yourself, a brave and proud woman. Fearless, almost. You care about your friends - like this Scott - and you stand up for them as well. And you are clever too, good at your job and well-liked and respected by your colleagues. But there is something missing, an emptiness too - a loss, I think - which is very sad.” He gets to his feet and walks over to me, his resting cock poking out at me. He holds his hand out to me “Come with me. I want to show you something. And then maybe you will understand why today had to happen.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  I accept his hand and walk with him as he leads me over to the table in front of the television screen. Picking up the remote, he rewinds a bit then restarts the show. This time it’s too much. I can’t bear to look at myself and I tense and turn away. “Thank you, Emil, but I’ve already seen this. In fact, I seem to recall being there.”

  Emil moves behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. “I want you to see what it is that I see when I look at you. Look, Sarah. Take a really good look at yourself.” He softly massages as I watch the two figures writhing. I remember everything, all the sensations - the sounds, the smells and the heat of our coupling. I breathe deeper as I relive the moment he pushed himself fully inside me.

  I feel Emil’s hands softly stroke downwards along my shoulder blades to rest on my waist. “Look at yourself Sarah. Look at your body. Look how it responds, how it instinctively knows what you need.” My screen image arches her back, exposing her throat. I remember strange, guttural sounds coming from that throat. In this room, I feel hands move around to cup my breasts and a chin rest on the top of my head.

  My hands cover his as I watch Scott’s mouth take each nipple, like he was dying of thirst. Hands massage in this world as in the other a skillful tongue and mouth work such magic. I lean back into Emil as my stomach flips. “Look at your pleasure, Sarah. How much you like what this boy does to you. Remember how good it made you feel.”

  God, I’m getting hot. He moves his thumbs over my hard nipples in the most sublime mirror image to Scott’s tongue. I can’t help but let out a small gasp as I feel his hardening cock pressing against me. One hand moves higher and rests over my heart which is beating faster now; the other goes lower and rests on my stomach. “Feel how your heart races, how hard it works furiously pumping your hot blood around your body.” He presses his face into my hair, nuzzling and then he resumes his wonderful fondling.

  I watch as the screen couple’s ferocity increases. “Look, Sarah. See how aroused you are. Look at your beautiful breasts - how swollen they are, your chest all flushed. How slick you make his cock, how your body yields and accommodates his.” My heart is pounding like the bodies I’m mesmerised by and the heat is rapidly building in my sex. Two hands ease down my abdomen to rest on my thighs, his fingers resting just above my pubic bone.

  “Look how much he pushes into you, into that hot, wet sex of yours. Watch his face as he powers himself inside you. How easily you turn this young man into an animal. Look at what being inside your body does to him.” He moves his hands up and down my stomach as I struggle to breathe normally. I watch as Scott’s cock thrusts into me and Emil’s hands stroke a matching rhythm. “See how your arousal holds him, greedy, hungry for more. Feel how much your arousal affects me.” Emil presses his body against mine, his cock now rock hard.

  “Oh, Emil.....” I groan as my body starts to get more and more aroused. I feel swollen and so very moist and have to hold on to the table to steady myself.

  “Look at the screen, Sarah. See how close you are up there. Feel how close you are now - here in my arms. Can you smell your desire? Breathe it in. Take a deep breath, chere, and breathe it in.” His hands move to my thighs and open my legs, exploring the wetness already there. Fingers run along my engorged, wet flesh as I approach orgasm in two lives. Smooth, long strokes back and forth. Long, wet thrusts in and out. Back and forth and in and out. “Look at the sheer joy on your face as you know your orgasm is imminent.”

  My breasts rise and fall as I let myself begin to tumble headfirst into a whirlpool of sensory overload. My voice catches in my throat. I don’t notice him doing it but Emil has switched the sound on and moans of ecstasy fill the room - mine in stereo and Scott‘s rampant, animal groans. My eyes are heavy but I still see the screen. Such absolute ecstasy on my face as I scream out my orgasm. “Listen to that, Sarah. Do you hear your joy as well as see it?”

  I can’t bear it. “Oh, yes. Emil...please.....” His fingers stroke and tease my clit, swollen and sensitive and so slick that he just glides two fingers over and over.

  I’m so close. Two fingers ease inside me and he grinds the heel of his hand on my clit. “Listen.” And I hear Scott’s deep groan as he emptied into me. The tension builds deep inside my core as his fingers slide in and out, my juices oozing down them onto his hand. “Listen to that! The most pure and glorious pleasure you’ve just given another human being.”

  My muscles tense as my entire body shudders with a strong climax. I throw my head back and cry out as throbs of ecstasy wash over me. Juices flow down my inner thighs as I let myself completely disintegrate in Emil’s arms.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Emil switches the movie off but keeps his hand covering me. “Now do you see?” His other hand wraps around my waist and holds me steady, my legs suddenly weak. My head is spinning. I don’t know what the hell is going on. That’s twice he’s easily brought me to orgasm just using his hands - and his words.

  I tremble as I take a deep breath, tears brimming in my eyes. “For fuck’s sake, what is it that you see, Emil? I just see me. Me - fucking someone.”

  “I too see you fucking, Sarah. But I see more than that.” His hard-on is still squashed between us, cushioned by my buttocks. “If you enjoy yourself this much just by having what is, let us be honest, little more than a basic quickie, can you even begin to imagine what you could feel having the most luxurious, sensuous love-making experience you have ever known?”

  I laugh, sniffing back the tears. “Has anyone ever told you how arrogant you are?”

  “Arrogant? Perhaps I am but you are the one who is still twitching strongly under my hand, chere. And, as you can feel, you certainly excite and arouse me.” He pushes his cock against me. “Let me show you how it can be. How truly magical it can truly be.” Relaxing his grip, he turns me round and his cock jumps, prodding me in the stomach.

  I glance down, smiling. “Tell me, are you as good with your cock as you are with your hands?”

  “When the time is right, you will find out.” He takes hold of his cock and manoeuvres it with more than a little difficulty back into his trousers, closing the zip. It makes an appealing bulge in his pants. Lowering his face to mine, he gently cups my face in his hands. “Then - and only then - will you understand what true rapture feels like. And it will change your whole life. Then you will never again settle for second best.”
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  How the fuck did this happen? An hour ago, he was just Monsieur Emil, the new MD. Now he has as good as become a part of me; he has got under my skin and in my head. He’s watched me screwing another man. He’s seen every intimate little inch of me in glorious digital technicolour. He’s had his fingers in me and he’s come in my mouth. He’s a stranger - and my boss - and yet he seems to understand the very essence of me, understand my most basic needs. It scares the hell out of me. But it excites and intrigues me a lot more.

  In a startling act of tenderness, he wraps his arms around my nakedness and kisses the top of my head. I’m still a bit dazed and I tremble. He sighs. “You must not be afraid. I will not hurt you, Sarah. I will not hurt you because I will only ever be honest with you. This Scott is not honest with you. You are nothing more to him but a convenient body of warm, willing flesh. He is a married man who loves his wife and children. Things will improve for him at home and then your services will no longer be required. He will end up being another man who just uses you and moves on. I say this not to be cruel but to make you see the truth.”

  I take a deep breath. “I know.” I pull away from his embrace. “I think I’d like to get dressed now.” I search the room for my clothes. There seems little point in putting my panties back on - they are still too damp to be comfortable worn and I throw them into his waste bin. I pull my skirt on and look for my bra, the one that I flung at him in anger.

  “Here, let me help you.” I put my arms through the straps as Emil fastens the clasp at my back. He holds out my blouse and I shrug into it. He’s seen every inch of me yet I feel strangely awkward, embarrassed to dress while he looks on. “There you go. All respectable again, no?”