The Security Camera

"I'm telling you, you can't trust an employee farther than you can throw them. This is state-of-the-art," the salesman slapped his hand on the cardboard box.

"I only have one employee in this building, and I trust Janet implicitly," I said in annoyance.


"I'm telling you, you can't trust an employee farther than you can throw them. This is state-of-the-art," the salesman slapped his hand on the cardboard box.

"I only have one employee in this building, and I trust Janet implicitly," I said in annoyance.

"Do you? Do you really?" he asked, putting his face close to mine. "I'll tell you what I'll do, Mister Harper. I'll install this system free at my own expense, right here and right now. If you've had it for a week and actually used it," he stressed the words, "and you still feel it's worthless, I will take it out and it will cost you nothing. If you find it useful, I want your promise to install similar systems in your warehouses and factory. Is it a deal?"

"Yeah, sure," I agreed, trying to get rid of him. "But install it after 4:00 pm when Janet leaves the building. I don't want her to think I'm spying on her."

"That's the best way. If an employee knows a system is in place, they can usually find a way to circumvent it. A hidden camera is always the most useful. You won't be sorry, Mister Harper, I promise you," he said as he finally left.

There was no change in my office, the system was hooked into my desktop. So it was a complete surprise when I accidentally pressed a colored button and a naked woman appeared on my screen. It took me a moment to realize that woman was my own secretary, Janet Goldthorp.

"What the hell!" I said in awe. The first thing I noticed was that my 46 year old secretary had the body of a 20 year old girl. The second thing was that the black stockings accented her tanned skin. My dick was hard. I flinched when my nose touched the computer screen. God, what a body that woman had. I had brief glimpses before, a panty shot while she was filing on the bottom drawer, crossed legs as she pulled away from the desk in her chair, that kind of thing. This was amazing. And the damned salesman was right, the picture was as clear as a bell and very detailed.

I leaped from my chair and headed for the outer office. I didn't have a plan, but my hard cock needed relief, and Janet could provide it.

Janet rolled up her stocking and snapped them until they were tight. She was almost ready to leave for the day and she and her boyfriend liked to play role playing games. It kept their sex life interesting. She didn't know what he had chosen until she pulled it out of her bag. The first thing she found were the lycra clothing. Obviously his and hers. Her outfit came with knee length booths and a two-headed dildo. What was that kinky bastard up to, she wondered? She switched the base on and found the batteries fresh and vital. She felt a thrill throughout her body. It was singing the familiar song of an old friend. Oh well, time to replace her dress and leave.

The phone rang. She glanced at the clock and picked it up with a grimace. It was 3:48, no time for a lengthy phone call.

"Harper Incorporated," she spoke quickly, juggling the phone and the dildo.

"Janet, this is Fred. I'm sorry hon, but I won't be home until after midnight. Don't change into that outfit today.

"Too late."

"Really? How does it look?"

"Tiny," Janet said with a smile. "I can't wait to see you in yours."

"Later, baby. The bottom is falling out of the market right now and everybody is scared shitless. It looks like we have to diversify to remain solvent. We will be going over financial and tax records until hell freezes over. Sorry," he said, making a kissing sound and hanging up. She caught the kiss over the phone and slapped it against her naked ass. She sat heavily in the chair, looking at the clock. He was standing her up for the next few days, so she was all undressed with nowhere to go. Damned the bad luck.

She looked at the dildo sticking out of her purse. With a speculative glance, she finally slid it out of her purse. She licked the tip as she looked at her door. It was locked and only Brad Harper had a key to it. He never bothered her. All his business was done over the intercom. She flicked the vibrator on and ran it over her soft breast. Her breath caught as it touched her nipple. She looked down at her nipples, massaging one with her hand, and the other with the vibrator. Her breath came faster. With her sexy legs spread wide she finally dragged the vibrator up the crack of her vagina. She moaned and clenched her teeth to forestall a scream of pleasure. Her clit still vibrated from the brief contact. She moved the dildo all around her pubic area. She loved the feeling of the vibration in the crack of her ass, and the soft crease between her thigh and body.

She moved the dildo back up her stomach to the area beneath each breast. She could feel the tingle clear down to her asshole. The moment the vibrator struck her nipples again, she cried out.

Brad Harper tired his secretary's doorknob. It was locked. He fished the key out of his vest pocket and slid it into the lock as silently as possible. He had never done anything like this before. He had always kept his relationship with Janet strictly professional. What a fool he had been. If he had only known that such a luscious body was hidden beneath her clothes. Well he knew now.

Janet sprang from her chair and swept everything on her desk aside. With the movements of an athlete, she leaped up on the desk and threw her legs wide. Gritting her teeth in anticipation, she thrust the dildo up inside her. Fire exploded inside her sexy body. She humped her pussy against the dildo as she began sliding it in and out of her vagina. It felt fantastic. The tendrils of vibration seemed to reach every part of her body. Fire started in her ass. She could feel her ass muscles clenching and suddenly wished that she had something stuck up it. Fred loved to fuck her in the ass, he said she had the sexiest ass he had ever seen. The liar. If only he were there now.

Brad watched through the crack of the open door. He almost fainted when Janet leaped up on the desk. It took a moment to realize that she was not heading for the door, and he had not been discovered there. He stood shaking after that, partially from the brief fright, but certainly from the restrained passion filling his body. He felt like a naughty boy for peeking in on Janet. He had peeked in on his mother before, and was caught that last time. He had felt like the world ended when she confronted him with an angry look. Now he was feeling the old fear again. He should leave. He should pretend it never happened... he should have recorded what the camera was picking up, the thought belatedly.

Janet gasped and cried out. It was too much for Brad to take. He needed to taste that pussy. He needed to ram his cock up inside her until she screamed. Before he knew it he was stepping into the office. He stopped himself just a few feet from the desk. He stood in indecision. Just as he was about to turn and go, Janet opened her eyes and looked right at him. She stared in disbelief for a moment.

"Sorry," Brad said, feeling totally ashamed.

"I... fuck me," she suddenly commanded.

"Wha... what?"

"Don't just stand there watching, fuck me," she hissed. He watched her hand plunging the dildo up inside her. His cock was rock hard and throbbing in his pants. Suddenly he looked down and found his hands undressing his body. What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn't fuck Janet. He just... Why not?

"Don't just stand there, fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me in the ass, she said, dropping the dildo in her chair and grabbing part of Fred's lycra costume. She thrust it at me and lay waiting with her legs lewdly spread. I could see the moisture glistening in her open pussy. She must have been close to an orgasm. Now she wanted to be fucked in the ass?

I put on the lycra shorts and stepped closer to Janet. She reached out and grabbed my cock in her hot little hand. She pulled me roughly forward. I yelped, but came willingly. I found my cock in her mouth. She eagerly sucked me to unbelievable hardness.

I raised and lowered myself on my toes, as if enduring unbelievable pain. But it wasn't pain, it was total and complete pleasure radiating from my cock into my loins and lycra covered ass. God what a mouth. No wonder Fred was totally devoted to her.

Janet sprang up from the desk. She pumped her hand over my cock as she changed positions. I wanted to lose my face in those soft, pillowy breasts. I wanted to stick my face in that beautiful pussy and eat until she couldn't stand any longer. But what I wanted didn't matter. Janet was clearly in charge. She bent over by the desk and threw one foot up on it.

"Fuck me in the ass," she commanded again. I had no choice, I had to obey her.

When my cock first touched that gloriously smooth ass, I almost exploded. It took a great deal of restraint to place my cock at the entrance to her anus and press, without coming. She wiggled her ass slightly, making it even worse, but I did work my way inside. She cried out and grabbed the edge of the desk in a death grip. It must have hurt, I have a fairly large dick. But she didn't complain. She simply pushed her butt back against me until the entire length of my cock slid inside her asshole. The heat and moisture were glorious. Once again I gritted my teeth and waited, so I wouldn't come prematurely. She did the same, waiting for her asshole to expand around me. It wasn't long before she began swaying in front of me.

I put my hands and her back and began pistoning my cock up inside her hot tunnel. She cried and whimpered as I fucked her tight ass. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever encountered. Of course this was my first time. I had never dreamed of fucking an ass, male or female.

The slap of flesh against flesh was loud in the room. Our harsh breathing and cries of joy echoed off the walls. Life went on around us, but we were unaware of anything but each other.

Janet was crying louder now. She reached down and began playing with her clit. My legs were growing tired, so I stopped and pulled out of her ass. She cried, spinning around and looking at me in outrage.

"Change positions," I explained with a half-smile. She nodded and backed away. I laid on the desk. The wood was cold on my bare back. Janet took a baby-wipe from somewhere and cleaned the shit from my dick. With a happy smile she crawled up on the desk, straddled my body and lowered the warm envelope of her pussy down over my throbbing cock. The heat and moisture were unbelievable. She slid forward and back on my body. This surprised and concerned me. I waited breathlessly to see if anything would break. When I was sure that this was a feasible position, I relaxed and allowed my secretary to fuck me like I've never been fucked before.

Janet was hot, athletic and innovative. Just when I got used to her doing things one way, she changed and did them another. She began bouncing on my cock, sending thrills down my cock and throughout my body. I cried out and held her hips in my hands, assisting her all I could. But she needed no help, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Her wet pussy made slick moist sounds that were very erotic in the quiet room. Somewhere down the hallway a door slammed and voice receded, probably going to the elevator. On the 47th floor there were few sounds from the street, only an occasional passing helicopter. As the building emptied complete silence settled in, making our lovemaking even louder and more erotic.

Janet leaned forward with her body resting on mine. She continued sliding her pussy forward and back. I liked this because there was less stimulus than when she bounced. I suddenly found her mouth against mine. I kissed her passionately as my hands explored her back and shapely ass. We were breathing harshly through our noses. Every part of our body was alive with passion. I suddenly felt the tendril of fire preceding an orgasm. I paused and my eyes flew wide. I felt I should warn her, but suddenly the heat doubled and I found my cock spurting cum into her hot cunt. I held on for dear life, stopping her movements on my sensitive cock. She sat up and brushed her hair out of her face. She rubbed my chest, waiting patiently, as my cum filled her sexy abdomen.

I closed my eyes and whined, waiting for the tremors to die. It seemed to take a long time before my orgasm died and my cock wilted.

"I am so sorry," I said in embarassment.

"You can always go down on me," she quipped with a sly smile. She laughed at the look of utter terror which crossed my face. "Relax, I was only kidding. I have the secretary's friend here," she said, rolling off my body and grabbing the dildo. As I vacated the desk, she took my place. She turned on the dildo and gasped at the brutal vibrations which filled her body. She slid the dildo in and out several times. I took the dildo from her slender hand and knelt by the desk. With my face just inches from her pussy, I reinserted the dildo into her cunt and slowly began fucking her with it. I listened for the change in her voice and the frantic movements presaging a massive orgasm. I watched her face until she stiffened and screamed.

I immediately took the dildo out of her pussy and slid it across her clit. She surged up off the desk and grabbed my hands, at first holding the dildo in position, then hastily pulling it out. I gave her an evil smile. I took the tip of the dildo and touched her swollen asshole. She whimpered slightly, but did not pull away. I watched her face, all screwed up in passion, until she finally began to relax. Reluctantly I turned off the dildo and laid it on the desk beside her. She sat up and kissed the top of my head.

"That was wonderful," she said quietly.

"Yes it was," I agreed. "I wouldn't mind doing it again, but not today. I need rest."

"No problem, we have days. That will teach that son-of-a-bitch to leave me hanging," she laughed.

Traveling Salesman

Night was falling over Seattle. The background sounds changed from the roar of rush hour, to the more gentle hum of the night life. A ferry passed in the bay, bound for points unknown. The colorful lights of Seattle began coming on as Mason parked in front of the hotel and got a room.


Night was falling over Seattle. The background sounds changed from the roar of rush hour, to the more gentle hum of the night life. A ferry passed in the bay, bound for points unknown. The colorful lights of Seattle began coming on as Mason parked in front of the hotel and got a room.

Mason dropped his suitcase on the stand near the door. The room was the same type of musty perfumed room he had been staying in for the past 40 years, with a few slight variations. He turned on the coffee pot and collected the packets of instant coffee and sugar. He kicked off his shoes and checked his face in the mirror. It looked like a road map. How many times had he seen that face? How many hotels and for how many years? It wasn't bad for a 70 year old man who had seen a lot of life. He turned and found dirty towels hanging on the holder. He frowned in annoyance and went out to call the desk.

"Maid service!" a voice came as a knock sounded. He went to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see a nicely built 50 year old woman. She was an aging beauty with small, firm breasts. Her low cut blouse and revealing cleavage took his entire attention until she cleared her throat.

"Oh, sorry," he said, coloring a bit in embarassment. Her breasts looked so small and perfect. He couldn't help but stare at them, they looked like the breasts of an 18 year old. Most women her age had breasts hanging down to their knees. At his age he shouldn't care. Yeah, right. His dick was hard most of the time because he had a hard time getting any. Few women his age worked, most were in old folks homes.

"I need new towels," he explained, nodding toward the bathroom.

"Sorry. We have a new girl. She was supposed to use the checklist to make sure nothing is missed. She'll learn," the woman said offhandedly as she restocked the towels, then checked the toilet and shower.

She started the gas fireplace. He looked at her firm, meaty thighs beneath her short skirt. Nice, real nice. She gave a huge yawn and smiled in apology.

"Long day?" he asked sympathetically as he poured the water and added the instant coffee.

"God yes," she gasped. "That smells wonderful."

"Would you like some? I have just enough coffee for two."

"Just a moment," she stepped out into the hallway. She came back with her hands full of coffee, cream, and sugar. She dumped it on the desk with a smile.

"Whoa," he said, visually counting the many packets.

"Keep them," she said, sitting by the table and kicking her feet up on the bed. She pushed her shoes off one at a time, with a moan of pleasure. Mason couldn't help but notice her shapely legs beneath the open knee length skirt. He felt his cock hardening again immediately. A red thong barely clung to a round little mound. She looked up and caught his glance. She smiled as she crossed her ankles on the bed.

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