I have always been ambitious and a little self centred but this had never, until now, manifested itself in the sexual arena. Simon was a nice guy and I was abusing him but the orgasms I had experienced were simply incredible.
By the next morning I had pretty much decided that I would not go out with him again but I received a phone call asking me to drop by his office and I could hardly refuse. When all was said and done he was still a manger.
When I knocked at his door he acted the consummate professional and there was nothing in his demeanour to suggest that we were anything other than colleagues.
"Close the door." I did as he asked and he paused for a second before speaking again. "I shouldn't really tell you this but you'll find out officially this afternoon anyway. I've been asked to sit on your mentor panel." I felt my heart beat a little more quickly as I tried to decide if this was a good or a bad development. The mentor panel was a bit of a misnomer. Two managers are appointed to help with the next stage of graduate training which involved the production of a thesis. Ostensibly, they were there to give guidance but it was recognized that their personal appraisal went a long way to ensuring a candidates ultimate success or otherwise. I was still trying to get to grips with it when he broke the rest of the news. "Given the developments over the past few days I felt duty bound to refuse the appointment. I will be sitting on Ian's panel."
I was more confused than ever. Had he refused just to get back at me? He was, after all, in a position to do me a big favour. On balance I suspected that he was simply doing the honourable thing. "So can you tell me who I've got?"
He appeared a little awkward and looked towards the closed door before replying. "It will be Robert and Rachel".
"Shit". The expletive was out of my mouth before I could prevent it. Rob was not one to forgive and forget and Rachel and I had grated against one another from day one. I was on the verge of asking him to reconsider when he spoke once more.
"Look, it will be okay. Your ability is undoubted and they will give you a fair shake. If there is any dispute you can always ask for arbitration. "
His problem was that he always saw the best in people and, in spite of everything, that included me. "I'm sorry, but my reasons are a little selfish. I'd like to see you again."
I have to admit that I was taken aback given all that I had put him through. I was momentarily lost for words but then I gathered myself. "Thank you for letting me know about the panel. That was kind of you, but I'm not sure that we're...compatible."
He looked a little deflated and it seemed to take an effort for him to formulate a reply. "I think you're wrong. I think that we have a lot in common and, as to the physical side of our relationship,....I'd like to explore that with you."
I could not be sure whether or not he was suggesting that he had, in some way, enjoyed it and it was now my turn to be confused. "Simon, I like you, I really do, but let's give it a few days and then see if we still feel the same way."
His face fell but he smiled bravely. "I understand, I'll wait for you to call."
Rachel broke the news to me that same afternoon and, in fairness, she was very constructive and asked for a draft outline of my thesis within seven days. This was no problem as I had already prepared but the prospect of having to present in front of Rob was galling.
Pam, who had been more than normally cheery in the past few days, tuned into my sombre mood and insisted on going out for a drink after work. On the face of it we were unalike. I guess that she was at least ten years older than me and I could not understand why someone so obviously intelligent would be content to be a p.a. but we had somehow formed a bond.
Over a bottle of wine I outlined my woes and she laughed them off. She tried to convince me that my innate abilities would shine through but I had had experience of inflated male egos in the past and by the end of the evening my spirits had only been marginally lifted.
As we parted to go our separate ways she smiled enigmatically and asked me to keep Saturday evening free. I had visions of her dragging me out to a club with her secretarial friends and I tried to put her off but she was having none of it.
I hoped that she would forget but on Friday afternoon she sent me an e-mail which gave her address and told me not to eat before I arrived. This was a little more intimate than I was comfortable with, and I almost refused, but I reasoned that she may have already have shopped for food.
Her flat was a small, one bedroomed, affair but she had decorated it with bright pastels and had not made the mistake of trying to cram in too much furniture. She had prepared a wonderful lamb stifado with a Greek salad which we ate in the neat kitchen dining room and, over a bottle of wine, she outlined her philosophy of the inferiority of the male of the species and how easy they are to manipulate.
It was hard to take her seriously and I laughed indulgently but I had the impression that she was trying to impart a serious message. After over doing it on a home made crème brulee I helped with the dishes and I realised that it was the first time I had seen her in jeans.
In an earlier decade she would have been considered to have the perfect figure and now that I thought about it there was something of the faux brassiness of Jayne Mansfield about her. She was delightfully curvy, although not as blessed in the chest department, with blonde hair that could have done with being toned down a shade. Set against this, she always had her make-up impeccably applied and the other girls would often ask her for tips.
With the dishes put away I considered taking my leave but she insisted on opening the wine I had brought with me and it seemed churlish to refuse. As she poured she spoke conspiratorially
"Look, I know you're a little younger than me but I get the impression that you're fairly broad minded. I'd like to show you something. If you're uncomfortable with it we'll call it a night but, whatever your feelings, I want us to stay friends."
My immediate, panicked, conclusion was that she was making a move on me. It had never occurred to me that she might be that way inclined and it was a total surprise. In a manner of speaking it was very flattering but whilst I was curious, as no doubt everyone is from time to time, I had no desire to explore that particular avenue.
"Come and take a look at this." She took my hand and led me towards the bedroom as I desperately sought for words with which to let her down gently. I slipped my fingers from hers just as she opened the door and then I stood there on the threshold open mouthed.
The subdued lighting came from a pair of lamps set on either side of a double bed which took up the greater part of the room. It was a heavy, pine framed affair, and lying upon it, limbs stretched to the four corner posts, was a naked man.
The upper part of his face was covered by a blindfold and as Pam ushered me into the room he cast his eyes unseeingly in our direction. My mind was racing but I had trouble bringing my thoughts into focus. I found it hard to believe that, throughout the meal, Pam had been calmness personified whilst, all the time, she had had this man held captive.
I could only assume that he had acquiesced but, having done so, he had been left with no choice. His wrists and ankles were bound to the corner posts with professional looking restraints which were clearly not novelty store items.
I was too shocked to speak but Pam put a finger to her lips to admonish me to silence anyway. She moved a little to one side and I could now take in his honed body, with just a hint of thickening at the waist, but this was done in an instant before my eyes settled on an erection that looked painfully aroused.
He was remarkably well endowed and I felt my breath catch as realization hit me like a cosh. My eyes flitted to his face and, whilst his features were disguised, I could now paint a mental picture.
Pam tried not to laugh at my astonishment and once again gestured for me not to say anything. As I watched she joined him on the bed and then with a grace that her size belied, she knelt astride his head facing down his body.
I expected him to protest, perhaps even to try and fight her off, but he remained silent as, inch but inch, she lowered herself and closed her legs together to seal him in a denim clad cave of darkness.
Once she was settled, with his head pressed deeply into the bed, she spoke sotto voce. "Okay, he can't hear us now."
I had so many questions that I did not know where to start. Eventually I asked the obvious one. "What the hell do you have over him?"
She smiled almost condescendingly. "Absolutely nothing. He is here entirely of his own free will." I stared at her incredulously. "It's perfectly true. He phoned me a couple of days after the party to ask me out, but then I knew he would." "How could you know?" "They're all the same. Once you've had them under you they always want more and the more arrogant they are to start with the more susceptible they are."
Under any other circumstances I would have accused her of talking bullshit but the proof was there to see. He must have been in a living hell trapped beneath her but his erection remained undiminished.
"If you want to you'll find some condoms in the drawer." Her presumptuousness was as stunning as it was audacious, she must have known that I would refuse point blank, but my hand seemed to be reaching towards the drawer of its own volition.
It was as if I was looking down at myself as I used my fingernails to break the foil and then I savoured the heat and firmness of him as I slowly slid it on.
His reaction as I did so was unexpected. He began to struggle against his restraints but to little effect. "Poor dear. He's been looking forward to this all evening. I just didn't let on that there would be two of us." She wriggled just a little but it did nothing to calm him. "I would add another couple if I were you. He does tend to get overexcited." I smiled as I broke two more pouches and slipped them on to him imagining just how frustrating it must have been to be so desensitized.
The whole situation was surreal but I had moved from arid nervousness to moist expectation in an obscenely short time. I was still not quite comfortable enough to undress in front of Pam but I was more than ready to take up her offer. I slipped my panties down from beneath my skirt and kicked them to one side.
I got onto the bed to kneel across him and then, curtained by my skirt, I reached from his erection.
He struggled as I pulled it towards me, against its natural inclination, but Pam squirmed on his face to quieten him. I eased over him, teasing myself for a moment or two with the latex covered head, and then I relaxed and allowed gravity to take charge.
It was a long descent but the feeling as I came to rest on his pubic bone was delicious. I had never felt quite so "filled" and the tightness meant that I could feel his anxious pulse.
Pam smiled when she saw my look of contentment. "He'll be ready in just a moment." I was not sure what she meant but she was prepared to illuminate me. "His breath is making things pretty damp and that includes me. Listen."
At first I was not sure what I was listening for but then I heard it, the distinct sound of sucking. Pam opened her legs a little stretching the moisture darkened denim more tightly over his face and, as she did so, I felt him buck slightly.
She began to rotate her hips in a tight circle and I could only imagine the abrasive effect but his excitement was obvious as his body began to jerk. I was taken by surprise but as Pam continued to grind him down I began to ride the waves.
A vibrator can be good but it cannot beat the pliant warmth of the real thing and over the next few minutes I rose and fell building up an unstoppable excitement. As I started to come I was dimly aware of Pam taking hold of my hands. She squeezed gently signalling that she too had reached a climax albeit more controlled.
I fought my breathing back to normal but, despite the violence of it all, he was still as rigid as ever. "Was it good?"
I could hardly speak and answered with a grateful smile. Pam, for her part, lifted herself from his face and stood by the side of the bed. He began to gasp for air and his face was a fiery red with all the signs that it would still be sore come the morning.
Pam stroked his cheek gently and then, to my surprise, she slipped off her tee shirt. In spite of all that had transpired I felt a little ill at ease but she had no such misgivings. She quickly removed her bra and cast it aside to reveal an enviable pair of breasts.
They were heavy but nicely shaped with fetching pink oval nipples which now began to betray their excitement.
Her jeans followed and I could not help but notice how wet they were. She was not wearing panties and she had to peel them away from her crotch before stepping out of them.
She stood majestically naked, completely unabashed, looking for all the world like some sort of warrior princess. She casually raked her fingers through the damp thicket that adorned her sex releasing an invisible cloud of musky scent and I found myself breathing a little more deeply but I was not only one affected. I watched as his nostrils twitched and then I felt him throb inside me.
It seemed barely credible that he would be prepared to surrender himself to this. He was a man who liked to be measured by his machismo, which bordered on the misogynistic, but here was the living proof. The urge to rip off his blindfold and let him actually know who it was that was witnessing his degradation was strong but I managed to resist, at least for the moment.
Pam insouciantly approached the bed. "Get your tongue ready lover." She flowed over him until she had again mounted his face but this time she had her back to me.
Her skin was flawless and I could now take in the full beauty of her curves at my leisure. She had a long torso which tapered nicely at the waist to emphasis the fullness of her hips. My eyes followed her natural lines as if she was a beautiful piece of sculpture and they were drawn inevitably towards the magnificence of her seat.
The twin globes had a rounded softness but I was fully aware of their weight and, at that moment, they must have seemed to him to have the mass of marble. She remained very still and it seemed certain that he would suffocate. She was melded so closely to his face that it was lost to sight in a darkness that must surely have been devoid of air.
I awaited his anguished struggles, wondering what I would do, but then I felt his erection jerk inside me with renewed vigour. I was aware of the supposed connection between asphyxiation and sexual intensity but it was hard to tell if the bucking of his body was driven by pain or pleasure.
Whichever it was I began to ride with it but whilst I was exerting myself Pam remained almost immobile. "Deeper...I want to feel it right inside."
I had no idea if he could hear her, buried deep in his prison of flesh, but a slight shivering of Pam's body announced that her message had somehow been received.
His hips jerked with an almost regular rhythm suggesting that he wanted to come but the layered contraceptives put paid to that. I rose and fell with him and his frustration only added to my arousal. He must have been painfully stiff but I did not care as I worked myself against him unheedingly.
"Lick me..." Pam eased up a little and there was an audible, agonized, gasp before she settled once more. This time she leant forward to take some of her weight on her arms but only to fill his mouth with her sex and to present her clitoris for the attention she demanded.
Somehow, he must have managed to comply as she began to gently jiggle herself onto his face. The resultant rippling movement was almost hypnotic but I had my own needs to feed.
His movements were now a little less controlled, almost violent, as he sought release but I used my weight to press him down and made the most of his discomfort.
I do not know who started to come first. My orgasm was strong and prolonged reaching down into the very depths of me but, at the same time, Pam closed her legs and gave a low growl which grew in intensity as she began to melt.
We both remained in place as we tried to catch our breath but even in the throes of the pleasant aftershocks I was still aware of his as yet unrelieved erection.
The temptation to try for a third time was strong but I now had genuine fears for his wellbeing. I reluctantly eased myself off of him but it was another minute or two before Pam lazily got back to her feet.
He was rasping for air but he managed to form a few words. "You bitch! That was too much." His red face was so wet it looked as if he had been dowsed with water but one or two stray curly hairs stuck to his skin told their own story.
Pam looked completely unfazed by his outburst and simply smiled as she stooped to pick up my discarded panties. Using the simple expedient of pinching his nose she forced him to open his mouth and, before he was even aware of what was going on, she stuffed them into his mouth.
I know that I should have been appalled but the thought that, for the next few minutes, he would be tasting nothing but me sent a new jolt through my sex and Pam was fully attuned. Let's have another glass of wine and then he can try a taste of the real thing..."
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