Georgina filled my dreams that night.

The fragrant scent of lavender and spice, those eyes devious with secret desires and the most alluring black lingerie I had ever seen. Whipping her back and over her shoulder, her smile divine and haughty. Our skin making contact as our lips enclosed, sealing a delicious pact of yearning needs. A rising feeling of heat, sweat like drops of dew speckling our brow’s and lips, the urgent magnetic impulse for intimacy.

The bed covers crinkled and folded under our legs, the bed stinking of testosterone, estrogen and sex. Our limbs entwined and our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, pushing and grinding, pausing and resuming. The sound of moaning and heavy breathing, fingers meshed and the steady roar of climax after thrilling climax. Back arching with loud exclamations, vocal expressions of physical sensations.

I started awake, taking several moments to adjust out of the dream. It felt so real. Even her scent seemed to linger in my bedroom for several minutes and I blinked as though tapping morse code, trying to clear my head. Sunlight streamed in through my window, casting elongated shadows across my wall.

I arrived early to work, and started to get caught up on a few items that had fallen behind schedule. The rest of the team filtered in later in the morning, and the office began to buzz with soft chatter. I stayed focused for the majority of the day, and although my mind would drift towards Georgina at times, the pressing deadlines looming enough to take priority. Steve flitted between teams and departments, a hummingbird darting from flower to flower.

He sat with me for a couple of hours going over the higher priority items and making sure we had everything covered. Every so often he would interject change requests and alterations, but was generally nodding in approval. He tapped me on the shoulder as he stood to leave, giving his own style of curt praise. I was so engrossed in implementing all the changes that I didn’t notice I had company.

I turned to see Georgina sitting in her chair watching me intently, and I started slightly at seeing her which caused her to smile. She was stunningly dressed in a tight black mini skirt, and deep magenta blouse which allowed a plunging glimpse into her cleavage. Dark stockings covered her shapely legs which were finished with a pair of black flats with a white trim and tiny bow. She crossed her legs slowly, revealing more than I was expecting and my eyes darted up to meet hers.

‘Well hey there, stranger!’ She said brightly, with that devious grin she does so well. ‘Good to see me?’

My mind was scrambling frantically, she wasn’t wearing any underwear and had clearly made sure I knew.

‘Of course… I wasn’t sure when you were coming back’ I managed to keep my voice even. ‘How are you?’

Her eyes were laughing at me as her smile deepened, enjoying toying with me as always.

‘Oh, you know – it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster, it’s a whole story to tell you sometime. All settling down now for the most part, but how have you been?’

I paused for a moment to formulate my response.

‘Busy mostly, the last few days have been pretty hectic getting everything up to submission readiness. Could have really used your help on some of the legals and wording but we got by.’ I said.

‘Yeah, it wasn’t good timing and sorry for letting the team down.’ Her mouth twisted slightly with regret.

I waved it away with my hand, signalling it was no problem. We sat staring at each other for a few silent moments, suddenly like awkward teenagers on their first date.

‘Sooooo.’ She giggled at the situation, both limited to what we could say due to the environment.

‘So.’ I returned softly. I glanced over to Grace, who rolled her eyes to the ceiling and made a big show of being nonchalant and not sticky beaking at all.

‘Well I just spoke to Steve about a new potential site for our next project, he suggested that we could go and check it out if you’re not too busy?’ Her eyes were pinning me as she dangled his car keys playfully.

‘Nothing that can’t be put off for a few hours, give me ten minutes?’ Her smile widened as my pulse began to race. Her fingertips rested lightly on my forearm, her dark eyes constellations of secrets.

‘That’s the spirit, I’ll say a few hellos in the meantime.’ She rose and wandered over to our co-workers, the sound of salutations wafted throughout the room.

I finished up the last couple of adjustments at breakneck speed, marking up the remaining items for when I came back to them later. I caught Georgina’s eye and tilted my head to signal I was good to go. She made her goodbyes quickly, waving and smiling to people as we left the office. Grace gave me a knowing look as we passed, her eyebrows raised mirthfully.

When we jumped in the car Georgina programmed the GPS with our destination, and settled back into her seat as the car roared to life and we started on our way. I tried my best not to steal glances at her alluring legs, the skirt rode up some and revealed the stockings were secured with suspenders. Was she wearing a garter belt with no underwear?

‘So I’m guessing you have a few questions for me?’ She enquired lightly.

I nodded while concentrating on the road, and cleared my throat while thinking of where to start.

‘How… is Taylor?’ I asked, trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

She wrinkled her nose and her mouth twisted, and the shadow of sadness fell over her face.

‘Not good, sadly. Not sure if you want to hear what’s going on in that regard, I’m still processing it all.’ My brow furrowed some at hearing this.

‘Oh, no!’ She continued, reading my expression. ‘It’s not like that, we aren’t getting back together. He’s gotten himself into some very serious legal trouble and came to me for help.’

‘What did he do?’ I asked, with relief surging through my whole body.

‘It’s really bad.’ She sighed. ‘Like, really bad. After we broke up he went on a downward spiral, took to drinking and taking drugs – life became one big endless party. He told me there’s around six months he has no memory of, can’t remember anything – half a year is just gone.’

‘He eventually lost his job, something happened and he’s not sure what but they fired him. He then racked up a debt with his dealer, somewhere in the range of $30,000 and they set the heavies on him, which landed him in hospital for a few weeks. His family tried to intervene, and he moved back home for some time but he wasn’t taking his rehab very seriously and kept relapsing.’

‘During one of these relapses he was at a friend’s place and got blackout drunk, and something set him off and he started trashing the friends house like he’d done to mine. They tried to lock him out of the house but he started smashing windows, so they called his brother to come and get him or they’d have to call the cops. So his brother Mike drove over to get him at 3am, and wrestled him into the car to get him back home.’ She trailed off for a few moments, obviously steading her emotions to continue.

‘Taylor says that they argued, Mike was berating him for being a drunken fuck up and to grow up and start getting his life together. Taylor said that he grabbed Mike’s arm to try and make him listen, and in doing so yanked the steering wheel, and the car veered to the left sharply. Mike overcorrected to the right and into oncoming traffic.’

‘Mike tried to pull the car back into his lane, but they drifted into head on collision. Mike was killed instantly, and Taylor was badly injured and was back in hospital for a month. His parents have disowned him and cut contact from him completely. The police are still deciding on what to charge him with, but it’s likely he’ll be going to prison for quite some time. Given his behaviour previously that night, they aren’t thinking of it as an accident.’

I sat in mute horror, trying to make sense of what I was hearing.

‘Oh my god…’ Was all I had at that moment.

‘Yeah, it’s bad. He came to me as he’s got no one else now, he couldn’t even afford a lawyer and needed some advice. I was on the verge of telling him to fuck off, and part of me wishes I did. It’s hard though when it’s someone who you’ve been so close to for so long, and they’re just completely fucked and alone.’

‘I know it can’t have been easy on you, my disappearing suddenly but I didn’t want to drag you into it and I needed some time to come to terms with everything. Mike was like my older brother, so it was all a bit of a shock and then trying to help Taylor sort out his paperwork for the first hearing. He stayed with me for the first few nights, but wires got crossed at some point and he tried to climb into bed with me one night so I got him a hotel room to stay in.’ She went silent and thoughtful.

‘Were you missing me?’ She asked, a hint of a quiver in her voice.

I turned to her, nodding wordlessly.

‘I missed you as well. I was worried that you might be done with me.’ She was, showing an uncharacteristic uncertainty.

‘Why would you think that?’ I asked.

‘Well’ She laughed. ‘I did send you that message that I missed you, you never replied!’

I froze in realisation, I’d completely forgotten to text her back.

‘It’s ok, I thought maybe you were angry or ignoring me. When we came to visit the office you seemed a bit tense and standoffish. And understandably so. Forgive me? Pretty please?’ She asked coquettishly, making puppy dog eyes my way.

‘Yeah, of course.’ I laughed along with her little act. ‘I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.’

‘Oh, don’t you worry I have a little surprise lined up for you.’ She murmured.

‘What is it?’ I asked, enjoying our flirtatious banter.

She rolled her eyes in mock frustration.

‘Well then it won’t be a surprise anymore, you fool!’ Her eyes were dancing as she teased me.

‘Fair enough.’ I grinned. She gave me an appraising look, her pupils becoming dilated and darker.

‘Would you like a hint?’ She asked.

‘Sure!’ I replied.

Her eyes remined locked on my face as she slowly spread her legs, allowing her skirt to gradually ride up her legs. Her perfectly manicured landing strip revealed itself bit by bit, and blood rushed to my groin as I became instantly hard. Her labia were puffed and plump, looking deliciously juicy and she ran a slow finger along her lips.

‘Alex.’ She said.

‘Yeah?’

‘Eyes on the road, champ!’

I looked back to the road and slammed on the brakes, screeching to a halt only inches behind the car ahead of ours that was stopped at the next set of lights. The driver peered back at me through his rearview mirror and I waved my apologies. I turned back to Georgina, who had restored her modesty in the meantime but was cheekily giggling behind a raised hand. I flushed.

‘Thanks for that.’ I said with facetious exasperation.

‘Sorry!’ She said in a tone that was anything but.

We arrived at our destination a few moments later. As we exited the car, I looked around for possible commercial locations wondering where to go. Georgina grabbed my hand and dragged me towards an apartment building. I followed, still confused as to where we were headed. We approached the apartment main door and Georgina used a key to let us in.

‘Our inspection is in here?’ I asked.

‘Yep!’ She chirped back, leading me up the stairs.

We walked down a corridor until we reached an apartment door, which she began opening with a key. I tilted my head questioningly towards her, as she opened the door. She dragged me in to a tastefully furnished apartment with soft carpeting.

‘This is the site?’ I asked, still battling confusion.

‘Surprise!’ She beamed. ‘Welcome to my place!’

She kicked off her flats, and led me around giving me a tour of the apartment. Her bedroom was spacious and plush, an enormous queen-sized bed dominated with four poster framing lined with gossamer hanging sheets. Floor to ceiling mirrored doors lined the wardrobes and cupboards, and a pair of tasteful nightstands stood at either side of the head of the bed.

‘We could get up to so much mischief in there.’ She whispered in my ear, her eyes indicating the bed. ‘What do you think?’

‘I like it, definitely a nice surprise!’ She led me back into the kitchen area.

‘Did you make up the site inspection for Steve?’ I asked.

‘Oh no, not at all – there is a site to check out that I found during my time off. Buuuut, I saw how you were checking out my legs, my pussy got wet and then plans changed. Felt like we could use some time to reconnect.’ Her tone suggesting ‘reconnect’ having multiple meanings. She leaned over the bar, poking her buttocks out and her blouse fell open, showing more than a hint of cleavage. An air of expectation hung in the air, like she was waiting for me to do something.

‘Don’t worry, Boss – we will have a new site proposal assessment ready when the time comes. But for now, shall we continue with our inspection?’ Her eyes twinkled deviously.

What did she mean? What site inspection? I scratched my head, fumbling for what to say.

‘Is it close to here?’ I asked. She sighed and her eyes flickered with mild frustration, the air of expectation growing exponentially.

What was I missing here? Her eyes were boring into me, imploring me, peppered with flecks of disappointment.

‘Yes, very close.’ She whispered.

‘Well, we can give it a look once our current submission is handed over. I’m pretty confident with it so far and Steve seems pretty happy. How do you-‘ Georgina cut me off.

‘It’s great, and I’ve no reason to doubt you’ve handled it admirably during my time off. You’re good at directing people, Alex and that’s something I really like about you. It takes you a little bit to realise, but I really like the way you…’ She trailed off.

‘Take charge.’ Her face was flushed, her dark eyes wide and shimmering.

The words hung in the air between us, the room seemed to hum with an electric mugginess, like it does before a storm. Realisation flooded my consciousness, as desire and something primal crackled through me. Suddenly, I knew what to do.

‘Well, shall we proceed with the inspection?’ I asked curtly, my tone brooking no argument. Georgina immediately perked up, her body language singing in approval. I rounded the counter, to circle her from behind.

‘No, stay as you are.’ I commanded as she started to straighten up. She fell back into leaning over the counter, her ass poked out and her body quivering in anticipation. She was watching me intently over her shoulder, her eyes drinking in everything I was doing. I made a show of sizing her up, playing up my role of inspecting her.

‘I need a better view of you, remove your skirt.’ I commanded, feeling a bit foolish as I tried to get into the role.

She eagerly pulled on the zips on each hip, and slid her skirt down past her thighs slowly until it dropped to the floor. This exposed the very sexy black lace garter belt circling her waist, with 4 suspenders attached to her stockings. Her bare ass was completely exposed to me, and I ran my palms across each cheek as I marvelled at how perfectly shaped they were. Pert and firm, but softly feminine.

‘Top off too!’ I snapped, starting to gain a little confidence at seeing how she was responding. Without hesitation, she dragged her blouse over her head and resumed her position bent over the counter, resting on her elbows. She had a matching black lace bra on, which was tantalisingly see through. Her breathing became heavy and perforated by her thumping heartbeat, which I could see surging in the vein on her temple.

‘It looks to me as though you’ve been misbehaving… have you been a naughty girl?’ I interrogated, as my hand ventured across her back, hips and thighs.

‘Yes.’ She whispered quietly, her legs starting to vibrate slightly with excitement and anticipation.

I placed my right palm against her left cheek.

‘Naughty girls deserve to be punished, don’t they?’ I enquired. Her backside shook.

‘Yes.’ She was sounding more and more girlish, as though the power dynamic play was regressing her into innocence.

‘Say please.’ I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip.

‘Please.’ Her voice barely audible and strained with arousal.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked it hard.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’ I corrected her.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’ She mirrored my words back to me urgently.

Needing no further invitation I raised my hand high above my shoulder, and brought it down on her backside like a thunderclap. A loud crack echoed out into the apartment, the force of it causing her to stagger slightly. Her knees buckled as she made muffled whimpering sounds, and for a moment I thought I’d been too rough. She straightened back into her previous position though, pushing her ass out expectantly.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

I obliged immediately by bestowing attention to her right cheek, a satisfying red welting hand mark already raising on the left. She let out a low agonised groan, her knees pulling together from the pain.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’ She begged.

Crack! I spanked her left ass cheek.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

Crack! I spanked her right ass cheek.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

I brought my palm down on left upper buttock, spreading the pain.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

This time on the lower left buttock, her ass was becoming covered in pinkish red welting.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

I gave an almighty strike to both cheeks at once and she partially collapsed onto the counter panting and moaning. I was about to ask if she was ok, then I noticed the thin string of clear grool dripping down between her legs.

Her pussy was drooling.

I ran my palm gently across her smarting backside, soothing the skin softly. Her legs were vibrating, still buckled at the knees as she recovered from the onslaught. Her breathing was ragged, as she dragged in huge shivering lung fulls of air. I planned my next moves as I waited patiently for her next request. Scanning around the kitchen I spied my next weapon of choice.

I felt her eyes track my movements, as I rummaged through a stand of utensils. I picked out the item that caught my eye – a wooden spoon. I took it into my right hand as I slowly, deliberately strode back to my position behind her.

‘Spread your legs.’ I ordered, she responded immediately by separating her legs further.

I ran the head of the spoon up and down her inner thighs, teasing her skin. Her pussy was drenched and glistening in the warm kitchen light. I began to start quickly tapping the wooden spoon against her thighs and up across her ass. Just gentle repetitive taps to start with, and shifted my focus down to her puffed pussy. I methodically gave her labia very precise smacks, causing it to contract and close.

I ran my weapon over the skin on either side of her clitoris, teasing it and preparing her for what was to come next. She froze in place, though still quivering with the rushing arousal flooding her body. I gave her clit a gentle tap at first, letting the sensation linger. She emitted a low anguished cry, a divine mixture of pleasure and pain. I let her have another one, a little more sharply this time.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

She was looking back at me over her left shoulder, her eyes glazed and unfocused. I gave a little nod, along with a devilish side eye. I snapped the spoon sharply onto her clitoral area causing her legs to buckle again as she cried out in agony. Her hips shuddered and bucked, her muscles convulsing from the pain. I went in again, this time focusing my strikes across her ass and thighs.

I undid the clasps to her bra, she worked her shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. I pulled each of her stockings down, intending to throw them out of the way but then had better idea. I pulled Georgina up straight and turned her to face me, taking in her glorious naked body. I brought her hands together in front of her, and used one of her stockings to bind her hands together.

Her eyes were glittering like reflected sun rays on a water’s surface.

I pushed her onto her back on the counter, spreading her legs apart. Her nipples were engorged and fully erect, so I gave them a bit of attention with the spoon. With each crack, Georgina writhed her body and moaned loudly. I spread my focus around her hips and thighs, across her pubic mound and belly. I began to remove my clothing between hits, making a rumpled pile on the floor.

Georgina beamed when she saw my cock at full attention, licking her lips.

‘I’ve been missing that.’ She cooed.

‘Have you now?’ I asked.

‘Mhmm.’ She replied.

I moved to the other side of the counter, pulling back towards me so her head hung off the edge. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with desire as I offered my cock to her lips. She began running her tongue along my shaft, causing waves of pleasure to trickle down my cock and into my lower belly. She made low moans of pleasure, like she was tasting a gourmet delicacy, switching lower to my balls.

I placed my hands on her breasts and gave them a squeeze, as she reached her bound hands up to guide my cock into her mouth. Her lips engulfed me completely and I let out a low moan, causing her to moan in return. Her tongue swirled around the head, causing fireworks of sensual delight to course through me. I pinched each of her nipples hard, pulling on them and stretching them. Her mouth clamped down on my cock in response, as her hands snaked down between her legs as she began to touch herself. The view was incredible.

She took her mouth off my cock.

‘Deeper.’ She simply said, opening her mouth wide in invitation.

I was caught off guard momentarily, but guided myself slowly back into her hungry mouth. I pushed my cock in slowly, looking out for any signs of discomfort on her part. But she only continued to breath deep, heavy breaths through her nose, making delighted moans and sighs. As I pushed in deeper, I felt a kind of resistance as though hitting a natural barrier. I hesitated before pushing any more, but she simply angled her head side to side, as I saw her throat contract in a swallowing motion.

There was a popping sensation and suddenly I slid into her throat and was buried to the hilt. I could see my hard cock cause her throat to bulge, and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I became harder as I became intensely turned on, which in turn caused her to swallow hard and constrict around my cock. The sensation was beyond delicious, my cock being gently massaged by the insides of her throat.

She made muffled gargling noises as began to finger herself furiously. I pulled back and gave her a brief reprieve and she immediately gasped a huge breath full of air desperately. I reached down to flick each of her nipples, then pinching and pulling on them sharply. I pushed my cock back in deep, more confident this time as she gasped a quick breath before I blocked her airways again. I began to gently rock myself back and forth, testing to see how she responded. She only increased furiously fingering her clitoris.

I slowly built up my tempo, with her making low ‘glupping’ noises every time my cock pushed past her uvula. I’d never been this deep in a girl’s mouth before and the feeling was incredible, delightful sparks of electric joy began surge in my cock. I changed tactics and pushed myself in deep and held myself there for a long pause. Gradually over time, her face began to turn red, and the veins stood out on her neck as the lack of air took it’s toll. I held myself like this for a few moments longer, and then relented by pulling out.

She drew in a long choking gasp, her eyes tearing up and running mascara in long dragging lines down either side of her face. I was about to check that she was ok, but she gave me one of her trademark devilish winks. Not only was she ok, this was exactly what she wanted. And I was more than happy to indulge her.

I placed a hand on either side of her face, gently cupping her cheeks as I guided myself in. Seeing my cock bulge her throat again brought out something primal in me, a rush of pure animalistic lust. Each thrust brought drove me to higher peaks of pleasure, her mouth and throat caressing me from every angle. Her muffled, delirious moans continued as her nimble fingers flashed around her clitoris and pussy, which had resumed drooling her wet nectar.

Climax began to build from deep within my core, I could feel it bursting up from between my legs and behind my balls. Her muted gasps and tense, contorting body indicated that she was right there with me, her own orgasm had started to crest. I began to grunt and gasp low moans of pleasure, as I felt sweat trickle down my back. My cock began to engorge as my orgasm surged, my lower stomach coursed with darts of delight. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense at once, and I pushed my cock in as deep as I could.

I began to spurt my semen in long, flowing rivers as I saw her cheeks puff and her throat tense and strain. Her legs snapped together as she silently experienced her own roaring orgasm, her whole body shuddering. With one last enormous orgasmic contraction, I filled her with come and began to slowly recede from within her. She began to suckle on my cock gently, her mouth gently massaging me down from climax, making soft contented noises of bliss.

‘Wow.’ I said, my cock dropping out of her mouth as I stepped back and helped her up.

‘Yep. Wow!’ She returned, giggling and holding out her hands for me to untie. ‘I’m a mess!’

She did look like she’d been through some kind of ordeal, saliva, tears and mascara smeared all over her face. But she’d never looked sexier, and I stepped in and took her into my arms.

‘Oooh, this is nice.’ She murmured into my chest contentedly.

We stood like that for several minutes, rocking gently back and forth and enjoying being intimate with each other after a long separation. She gradually began panting less, feeling like putty in my arms. I could have sworn she was silently purring.

‘Well I can’t be going back into the office looking like this. Come on!’ She dragged me by the hand.

‘Where are we going?’ I asked.

‘Shower time!’ She replied silkily. ‘We can clean up, and see about going for round two!’

I followed her to the bathroom smiling, and feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet.