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Ex-girlfriend's Sister: The Next Week

Michelle can't deny her boss this time.
I was late the next Saturday that Michelle and I were due to work together. She was sitting down and waiting for me, looking very impatient. One thing I couldn’t fault Michelle on was her promptness. She had never been late for work in the few years she had been in employment with us. She was a very reliable person, perhaps the most reliable in the whole office. Another thing I couldn’t knock was her loyalty. Not just her loyalty to her family but her loyalty to the office and to me, however grudging that respect and loyalty was.

“Good morning,” I greeted her. I walked behind my desk and sat down, staring at her.

“Good morning,” she replied in a small voice. I raised my brows at her, expecting her to continue. “Mr Jamison,” she added, sounding like a petulant child. I loved it. Today Michelle was wearing a light blue sun dress that skimmed past her knees. She was wearing a white cardigan over top and her hair was in a bun on top of her head.

Michelle had a certain panache for dressing sexy but also modestly and innocently at the same time. It was something that fascinated, amused and aroused me. Michelle had an effortless, feminine style, which I knew grated on Angela, because no matter how hard she tried, Angela just couldn’t pull it off. She tried, but her end result was something reminiscent of a woman trying to recapture her youth. Used up hooker, as I liked to call it. Mutton dressed as lamb.

I went up behind Michelle, leaned over and whispered in her ear “About last Saturday...” Trailing off mid-sentence. I went and sat down behind my desk and stared at her, taking in her natural, feminine beauty, which I had noticed before but never truly admired until now. I wasn’t angry anymore about what had passed between us last weekend. In fact, I was glad that it had happened, because it meant that Michelle had some serious making up to do. “That was dangerous, what you did,” I told her. From the expression in her hazel brown eyes, she wasn’t overly sorry. I loved that Michelle was enjoying this. It aroused me. She was the naughty girl of my dreams.

“You do know what that means?” I asked. Michelle tilted her head questioningly at me, trying to read me. “It means that you owe me.”

“I owe you?” she questioned, unimpressed. If she was enjoying the game, in that moment she didn’t show it. She looked absolutely disgusted with me.

“Yes,” I said. “You owe me. Your denial of me hurt. It hurt me a lot, Michelle.” I was being mocking and teasing her on purpose, but she didn’t rise to my baiting, as I’d hoped she would. “Now, I am open to suggestions of how you can make me feel better.”

“How I can make you feel better?” she questioned. “You could get over it,” she so kindly suggested.

I chuckled, reveling in the situation. “I was actually hoping you’d say something like that sweetie. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Need I remind you that I have the power and you do not? I can pick up that phone at any time and turn your brother in. Last week you forgot that, I think.”

“And if I do choose the hard way?” she asked. She did a sardonic, flirtatious sort of half-smile, testing me, which I loved.

“The hard way involves things you might not expect or necessarily want. There would also be some force involved, but I will give you a safe word, if you so choose the hard way. I am not a complete monster,” I explained.

Michelle didn’t answer me. Instead she stood up, came around to my side of the desk and got down on her knees in front of me. She unzipped my pants and released me from my confines. I started to harden in her well-manicured hand and she looked up at me and smiled cheekily, knowing the effect she was having on me. She leaned in closer and extended her tongue out, flicking it over the tip. I closed my eyes and relished the moment.

She swirled her tongue over the head, making me moan out loud. She took the head into her warm mouth and started gently sucking on it. She gripped me at the base and slowly moved her hand up and down while she sucked, which caused me to moan again, louder this time. She stopped sucking and instead switched to licking. She glided her tongue up and down the shaft and then trailing down to my balls. By the time she was finished licking, I was glistening with saliva. Michelle took me back in her mouth and sucked on the head once more, but this time took me slightly further, which felt incredibly good. I’ve always admired and been a fan of a girl who can take me deep in her mouth.

Again Michelle pulled herself off me and licked my length and my balls. I liked that she alternated between sucking and licking. The differing sensations were keeping me on edge, and I was loving every moment. The third time when she went to suck me, taking me even further this time around, I held her head in place. I had gagging and spluttering at first, which just added to my arousal levels, and I knew that Michelle was probably aroused by this stage, seen as she had enjoyed sucking me so much last time.

I felt myself edging ever so slightly towards the final goal, Michelle’s oral skills being as they were. I pulled her off me and looked down at her, seeing mischievousness in her hazel brown eyes. She made to wrap her mouth around me again but I stopped her, holding her head in my hands.

“Stand up and take your clothes off,” I advised her. Michelle, being ever dutiful, raised herself up off her knees and started undressing, taking off her cardigan and slipping her little sundress down her body until it was a puddle at her feet. Michelle, as asked, wasn’t wearing any underwear, save for her bra, which was a little see-through number in a smoky blueish/gray shade, similar to the blue of her dress, yet slightly darker. Her nipples were very proud and prominent through the material. She made no attempt to remove the bra, knowing from last week that I liked her to keep it on. Michelle was a fast learner.

“Bend over the desk,” I said, motioning with my head.

“What?” she asked, outraged. Whether or not this was a play of hers, I didn’t know, and it made no difference to me.

“Oh honey, don’t make this hard for yourself. Now go on, bend over my desk. You can move some of things out of the way if you like. Just push them to the floor, I don’t care. You’re the one who will be picking them up later anyway,” I laughed at her annoyed expression.

But in spite of this, Michelle pushed everything to the floor and then bent over my desk, her ass just inches away from me. I had very kindly pushed my chair back slightly to make room for her, but now I was standing up and stripping naked. I went up behind Michelle and caught the scent of her perfume mixed in with her arousal, which to me was very intoxicating.

“You’ve not done this very often before have you?” I asked, laughing at her. “Lean over and hold the edges of the desk rather than have your hands near your body. It will make everything easier. Of course if you wanted to keep them there then be my guest. I like the hard way sometimes.”

Michelle waited four, five, six seconds before she outreached both her hands and held onto the far edges of the desk, giving herself more leverage. It also made it better for me because now her legs were slightly more apart and I had better access to her. I lightly ran a finger up her leg and thigh, and I heard Michelle make a surprised little noise. She obviously hadn’t been expecting me to be so gentle. For now. That would all change soon. I slipped a finger across her womanhood and found that while she was wet and aroused, she wasn’t wet enough for me to penetrate her.

If I were a more impatient or careless man, I would have done it despite her not being aroused enough, but I wasn’t. I wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. This was about me, and this was about getting back at Michelle, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I bent over and planted kisses on each of Michelle’s pretty little ass cheeks. I then kissed across to her pussy, planting kisses up and down that. Michelle shuddered and sighed, which I loved.

With the tip of my tongue I traced up and down her folds, circling her clitoris with my tongue and then tracing over it. Again Michelle shuddered and moaned. I sucked on her clit and Michelle called out loudly, her moans reverberating around my office. I ran my tongue lower and dipped it within her, feeling the increase of her arousal. The more I did this to her, licking her, dipping and probing with my tongue, the more aroused she became and the louder were moans grew. I took her just close enough to the edge so that she was treading that fine line. If I had continued she definitely would have had an orgasm, but I didn’t continue, and the feeling faded for her.

Michelle didn’t say anything, but I heard her exhale with frustration, which pleased me. Soon I’d have her begging for it. Holding my cock in one hand, I gently slid it up and down Michelle’s wetness, lubricating it, before placing it at her entrance. I slid myself within her but then I stopped when I was halfway there.

I grabbed her hips and slammed into her depths, moaning loudly when I was nestled all the way in there. I continued this action, relentlessly working myself in and out of her, feeling her tight wetness around me. A bead of sweat fell off my forehead and dropped into the small of Michelle’s back, a testament to how hard I was going. If I didn’t slow down soon then it would be all over for me. I slowed right down, gently moving Michelle’s hips back and forth on me.

I leaned over so that my body was covering Michelle’s back. I softly kissed first her ear and then her cheek. I was very slowly and irregularly thrusting, hitting the same spot over and over again. I lifted up her hips slightly and moved my right hand down, finding her clitoris, which I twirled underneath my fingers. Michelle’s breathing became heavier and her moans louder.

“Are you going to cum sweetheart?” I asked her, smiling to myself at the reaction she was having to me.

“Yes,” I heard her whisper back.

“Say again?” I demanded.

“Yes,” she repeated, slightly louder this time.

“I can’t hear you. What are you going to do?” I laughed, slowly rocking my hips on hers, stabbing myself at the same spot over and over again.

“I’m going to cum!” She announced, loud and clear. If anybody had been here it would have been obvious what was going on behind my office door. But it was a Saturday, and we were the only two here. We could be as loud as we wanted.

“Good,” I whispered in her ear. “Because so am I.” I thrust into her slowly and deeply, and I felt her body quake underneath mine, shaking with her orgasm. Her moans and heavy breathing was the only thing I could hear while she rode out her orgasm. Not even the loud and normally obtrusive tick of the clock could be heard. When she started to come back down to earth again, I took this as my chance and thrust hard into her, reaching her depths and cumming inside her. I held her there so she had no choice. She couldn’t deny me like she had last week.

When I was finished I pulled myself out of her and stood back, watching the cum leak out of her. I smiled and mentally high-fived myself. I had waited for this moment for years. Ever since I had first helped Michelle get the job here. Because as Angela told me, very hypocritically I might add, “You do for family.”

Well, now I was ‘doing family,’ and I was loving it. Michelle stood up, found her handbag and got a tissue out of it, wiping herself clean. I sat back down in my desk chair and watched as Michelle got dressed again, her face and body flushed rosy pink from her orgasm and the exertion of our sex.

“You can go now,” I told her, flicking my hand towards the door. “But clean up the mess you made first.” When she had put her dress back on she bent down and started picking up the papers and files again, putting my desk back to rights. I flicked my hand back towards the door again, indicating for her to leave.

After she had cleaned up my office and left, I got dressed again and played around on my computer, putting the finishing touches on the project that Michelle and I were supposed to be working on. I then submitted it. Smiling to myself, I wondered how long I could make up delays for the project and excuses to keep Michelle coming back to the office on Saturdays.
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