The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)
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				Title: <strong>The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 09:48:24</strong>
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				Jon Severnos, Director of Human Resources at Global Mechanics, couldn't deny it any longer. The facts were laid out in front of him and stared at him like they were daring him to not believe it. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn't. The "Apollo of Wall Street" runs his hand against his brow in thought, thinking of what he was going to do about it.<br>Reana Brahaven worked under him, he had gotten to know her. She was pretty, smart, serious about her job, dedicated even. A great person overall and yet here was the proof right in font of him. She was embezzling from the company. There was one and only one reason she still had her job at the moment and that was he wanted to know why. It had taken some digging, some serious sleuth work, and now the answer to that question was obvious as well. His most trusted under-manager in the company was embezzling funds to afford in vitro fertilization. She wanted to have a child and her pay scale was just low enough to not afford it the proper way.<br><br>"<strong>Master</strong>," asked the young woman under his desk, a secretary by day- and one of his favorite submissives by night, "<strong>What is wrong</strong>?" It amazing what a little training under the right man could do to a willing woman- Angela was proof of that. The woman had an MBA and here she was sucking cock under a desk wearing only a dog collar- and begging for more.<br><br>"<strong>I may have to fire someone for reasons I sympathize with completely.</strong>" he replies.<br><br>The young woman, wearing only a dog collar and moving to stimulate her master with her hands instead of her mouth, looked up at him, "<strong>Why?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>She's stealing from the company because she wants to have a baby,</strong>" he answers, motioning for her to come up into his lap. She does so quickly and happily.<br><br>"<strong>But you can help her with that master,</strong>" she adds, rubbing his cock with her toned ass.<br><br>He smiles, because she was right of course. . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 15:00:43</strong>
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				Reana stretched, a yawn coming from her mouth even as she tried to stop it.&nbsp; It had been a long day and looking at her desk, she deemed that it would be longer still.&nbsp; With how many people had been cut due to the company's downsizing for the economy...&nbsp; Well, her work wasn't just managerial anymore - and what was worse, she wasn't getting paid what she deserved for working so much more.&nbsp; She didn't want a thirty dallor raise or anything to that point, but...&nbsp; She sighed, looking at the little piece of paper she'd kept.&nbsp; Just lines, no one knew it helped her keep track of the total she'd taken.&nbsp; She hadn't taken that much, at least not yet.&nbsp; And she'd hidden the evidence in the paperwork...&nbsp; Just anywhere between 20-100 dollars a month...&nbsp; It was slow going but...&nbsp; If she just held on for a few years, she'd be able to afford her baby...&nbsp; <br><br>Allready in a good area, but not in a good house, she'd spent what was left of her nest egg money from inheritance of family deaths and her own savings making it a safe place to live.&nbsp; No creaky boards on the floor to fall through, stair railing wasn't cracked, wiring redone, plumbing replaced, tables rounded...&nbsp; With how much work she'd had done - and done herself - she wondered how it was possible moving to a different house, or having a new house all together hadn't been cheaper.&nbsp; But it wasn't cheaper, but what she did also wasn't cheap.&nbsp; But...&nbsp; <br><br>Her long fingers ran over the fine silk fabric of her business shirt, running gently over her belly as she imagined herself with a bump there.&nbsp; She was twenty eight.&nbsp; Still young but...&nbsp; She knew men.&nbsp; She wasn't going to go through the risks involved in including a man with her child's life...&nbsp; Her life.&nbsp; She had thought her ex would be different but...&nbsp; She gave a long sigh, looking up at the ceiling.&nbsp; Shaking her head.&nbsp; She was technically working over time, but as far as anyone on payroll was concerned she was off.&nbsp; If she'd logged in, and put herself on overtime...&nbsp; She looked at the marks, perhaps she could have afforded the procedure but...&nbsp; That would also put her on the chopping block the next time downsizing came along.&nbsp; No...&nbsp; She could hide the embezzlement, and she could hide she was working after hours.&nbsp; With the extra hours she was working, she supposed she was earning the money she was working, though instead of the 1.5x pay, it was only what...&nbsp; .9x?&nbsp; It was so late, she couldn't remember the math...<br><br>She sighed, shaking her head and looking back at her desk.&nbsp; She wanted to get the paperwork taken care of, see if she could at least SEE the corner of her desk before she went home but...&nbsp; She bit and chewed her lip, she needed to stay healthy.&nbsp; She was stealing money for the damned procedure, the least she could do was stay healthy for it.&nbsp; Getting up, she collected her purse and briefcase, getting them in order before she left, closing and locking her office door behind her.&nbsp; Slipping the key into the nob and turning as she brushed her dark hair out of her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 08:36:44</strong>
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				The sound of a female orgasm pierces the air as Reana walks by Jon's office. Normally they'd do better about onlookers if they knew there was an audience, whether that means they'd be louder or quieter not even any of they knew at this point.<br><br>Angela sat still for a moment, coming down from the high given to her by her master. It was glorious in it's own way- this woman had an MBA and was quickly rising the corporate later by day and by night she felt over dressed in anything more then a dog collar for Jon. Now master had let her ride him reverse cowgirl while he sat in his chair while master's other submissive, Frieda from accounting, put on her collar and began removing her clothes.<br><br>"<strong>Oh god, thank you master.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>You've been good, but so has Frieda.</strong>" Jon says, motioning Frieda closer. As if on cue the two women begin kissing while Jon lets his hand wander over their bodies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 16:21:47</strong>
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				As she wallked by and heard a...&nbsp; Scream?&nbsp; Reana gasped, jumping away from it's origins, her back knocked into the wall rather harshly making her grunt at the slight pain.&nbsp; She stared wide eyed at the door the sound came from, Mr. Severnos's office...&nbsp; Her boss...&nbsp; Shit.&nbsp; If he knew she was working hours with no pay, he might start looking into things...&nbsp; Things she couldn't have him looking into.&nbsp; Shit, shit, shit...&nbsp; <br><br>She quickly started walking away, hoping that whatever he was doing - Please dear God, don't let my boss be a murderer! Let him just be one of those sex freaks... - was occupying him too much to have heard her.&nbsp; If he did, she could always just say she left her...&nbsp; Wallet?&nbsp; Yes, wallet.&nbsp; It had fallen out of her purse and she'd just come to get it.&nbsp; So many important little cards in there, she wouldn't be blamed for wanting to get it back before morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 09:14:13</strong>
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				"<strong>Did you hear something?</strong>" Jon finds himself asking, hearing the thud of something hitting wall outside of his office. Angela and Freida shake their heads, to be honest they were too wrapped up in each other's mouths to notice.<br><br>Putting his pants back on and fastened, he sighs as he goes to take a look, "<strong>Continue without me, I'll be right back.</strong>"<br><br>Surely if what cause the thud was human they would be gone. Unless of course they were really hurt. Well, better to check and discover it's nothing then the alternative.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 15:18:07</strong>
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				Reana froze as she heard the door open.&nbsp; Shit, shit, shit...&nbsp; She looked back, blushing deeply, and seeing the man she'd least wished to see, "Ah...&nbsp; Hello, sir...&nbsp; I'm sorry if I disturbed you.&nbsp; I'd accidentally left my wallet in my office."&nbsp; She turned around, looking embarrased, "You must be hard at work, being here so late..."&nbsp; Reaching a hand up she tugged a hair behind her ear.&nbsp; "I'll just get on home now..."&nbsp; Slowly, she began stepping back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 00:51:37</strong>
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				Jon thought for a moment, wondering about what she had seen- and wondering if fate was involved. The person he third most wanted to see in the whole world. And the highest one on that list for reasons of business as well as pleasure.<br><br>"<strong>Well, I admit I thought my little party was alone on this floor, but you aren't disturbing anything related to business.</strong>" he admits with a grin, planning to go right back into the room after the conversation is done.<br><br>"<strong>But Reana, we do have to talk business. We can do it now, or tomorrow- and I think you'll want a chance to prepare for this talk about certain activities of late. Understand?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 15:35:11</strong>
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				She blushed, seeing his grin after he mentioned a 'party'.&nbsp; It didn't look like a psycho look, so she relaxed a little...&nbsp; But it still looked like the cat that ate the canary.&nbsp; For some reason...&nbsp; She felt as if she were a canary.&nbsp; <br><br>Talk business?&nbsp; "Oh, no...&nbsp; Not more cuts, Jon, I'm stretched far enough as it is with how many people have already been fired!&nbsp; And so is everyone else!"&nbsp; Every time he had said something about talking business with her for the last few months, it had usually been about someone else having to be fired.&nbsp; While the work the person did was more or less spread evenly, a majority of it was usually given to her.&nbsp; "There's got to be somewhere else the company can trim the fat," she said with a sigh, bringing her hand up to run her fingers through her hair.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 11:22:33</strong>
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				"<strong>Different kind of business I am afraid.</strong>" he says, "<strong>the kind where the police may have to get involved- but there's also a chance nobody is getting fired. We can talk in the morning if you wish.</strong>" he offers.<br><br>He wonders if she figures out what he knows, and hoping so. It would be a shame if she was caught because she was dense, not just unlucky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 14:09:20</strong>
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				"Police," she asked, looking surprised.&nbsp; Shit...&nbsp; Did he know?&nbsp; If so...&nbsp; Which secret?&nbsp; Or was it both?&nbsp; "Sir...&nbsp; Ah..."&nbsp; She sighed, perhaps if she owned up to the lesser evil.&nbsp; "I think we should talk about it now, sir.&nbsp; If it's about someone using the general security code past hours...&nbsp; That would be me.&nbsp; I know we're not supposed to, but with how much work has been piled on me lately, I've been working without&nbsp; logging the hours...&nbsp; I would be logging in...&nbsp; But I was afraid...&nbsp; With how many cuts there have been lately..."&nbsp; She bit her lip and rubbed her arm with her free hand.&nbsp; "I really am sorry, sir...&nbsp; I'll try to increase my productivity during hours but..."&nbsp; But she was currently doing the work of three people total after six of the other employees had been fired.&nbsp; She knew she shouldn't have been justifying her embezzlement, but with that and having to save for the baby...&nbsp; She gave a soft sigh, "I really don't know what else to say sir..."&nbsp; She looked away from him, hoping that was it.&nbsp; Otherwise she would not only look like an idiot but if he knew...&nbsp; She took a deep breath, finding the floor imensly interesting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 18:21:15</strong>
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				He pauses for a moment, considering what she has said- and the smile on his face really is like the cat just caught the canary. Turning back to the office he gives the door a quick series of knocks- a signal they seem to have worked out before. The sounds of shuffling can immediately be heard after words.<br><br>"<strong>Looks like I need to see you in my office.</strong>" he grins, opening the door. Angela and Frieda now stand behind his desk. Their clothes are back on for the most part- though just enough to give them back their modesty.<br><br>"<strong>There are two folders on my desk, look through them and tell me what you see.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 01:19:41</strong>
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				"Sir," she asked, looking at him as he said he needed to see her in her office.&nbsp; In her mind she prayed for her guess to be right as she walked after him.&nbsp; She blushed as she saw his secretary and a woman from accounting...&nbsp; Quite disheveled and...&nbsp; Her eyes fell to a pair of panties and an unmatching bra on one of the guest chairs.&nbsp; Not fully dressed...&nbsp; She gave a small cough, getting herself together as a bright blush came to her cheeks.&nbsp; She looked up at him as he told her to take a look at the files on his desk.&nbsp; She gave him a small nod, staying silent as she picked up the first file.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as she saw the documents she'd...&nbsp; Changed.&nbsp; Changed to hide the small amounts she was taking every month.&nbsp; And every change was highlighted and noted.&nbsp; Shit...&nbsp; She bit her lip, nearly hard enough to bite through the skin as her body trembled.&nbsp; "Sir, I..."&nbsp; There was no question to who did it, her name highlighted as the author of the documents.&nbsp; She didn't know what to do.&nbsp; To say.&nbsp; "I'm sorry...&nbsp; I will see things set straight in the morning...&nbsp; And I'll hand in a resignation in lieu of this mistake," she said softly after thinking what felt all too long.&nbsp; It was all she could think to do in order to save herself.&nbsp; Give back the money and resign.&nbsp; She wouldn't have a job.&nbsp; But at least she would not be in prison.<br><br>Her breathing deepened as she tried to keep in control of herself, her heart nearly breaking at this let down.&nbsp; The economy in the state it was...&nbsp; Would she be able to get a new one? She didn't know...&nbsp; And she didn't know what was in the other folder, with how many documents she had to alter, she figured it was their original forms.&nbsp; She set the folder in her hand down, not really caring to see as she stepped back from the desk.&nbsp; "If you don't mind, sir, I need to be getting home," she said, looking towards him, but not up and at him as she would usually do.&nbsp; Her body shook and trembled, she seemed so upset with what was happening.&nbsp; She had known she was doing something wrong, but she was working so hard and still not able to...&nbsp; &nbsp;She took a larger breath in a sigh, trying to calm herself as tears pricked at her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 01:54:31</strong>
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				Jon approaches closer to Reana, not letting her leave but not overtly preventing movement either. He's not done with his little show and tell yet. Not by a long shot, and the proposal he has in mind needs her to see both.<br><br>"<strong>Reana,</strong>" he says in a voice that says he's not entirely unsympathetic.<br><br>"<strong>You'd have been fired a while back- but I wanted to know why. I need to confirm what I think. Look in the other folder.</strong>" he directs. Angela and Frieda try not to show any emotion in their faces, but can't help it- the thought of a new sub to play with was smile worthy. . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 02:05:22</strong>
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				Her eyes looked up at him, hearing the small amount of sympathy in his voice.&nbsp; Her eyes widened at his words, he had known...&nbsp; For a while???&nbsp; Her cheeks flushed even more, embarrased...&nbsp; Ashamed...&nbsp; God, what else is he going to have then?&nbsp; Pictures of her at the fertility clinic?&nbsp; She took a step away from him, looking down at the folder, she picked it up.&nbsp; Opening it, she nearly dropped it at what she saw.&nbsp; Not only pictures...&nbsp; But documents...&nbsp; Coppies of her doctor's perscriptions of medications known to make a woman better accepting of the procedure...&nbsp; Coppies of her doctor's notes.&nbsp; She stared wide eyed at the files, going through them till all she could do was just stand and stare, "What...&nbsp; What is this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 12:35:24</strong>
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				"<strong>Suddenly deciding to start embezzling seemed so out of character for you- I had to know why.</strong>" he begins, stepping closer.<br><br>"<strong>And now the mystery is solved. You stole money from the company because you want a baby and none of the men in your home life are good enough for you. A position I am not unsympathetic to.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>So, what this is the basis of a potential deal Reana.</strong>" he begins, straightening his tie to get a pitch ready. Angela and Frieda look on in rapt attention.<br><br>"<strong>The way I see it, you have three options.<br><br>First, and the least pleasent, is I follow company bylaws and call the police. Frankly, I'd rather not as I know there are worse offenders with less sympathizable reasons- but if you force my hand, I'll play it.<br><br>The second is as you say, return the money along with your letter of resignation. Honorable, appropriate, and certainly a fine enough solution that the police don't have to be involved. However- you'll be unemployed, pretty close to broke, and having to explain why you left this position to any future employer. Not to mention your oppurtunity to have a baby goes up in smoke for who knows how long.<br><br>But, I do see a third option. Keep your job, keep your reputation, keep this incident as our little secret, hell- even keep the money. Better, you can be pregnant by the end of the year if you feel you are ready. My only requirement deals with the selection of your baby's biological father. Namely, Me. Conceived naturally of course.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 14:53:10</strong>
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				Her head snapped up to look at him after he stated the last option.&nbsp; Her eyes wide as saucers in surprise.&nbsp; "W-why would you want...&nbsp; To be the father of my child," she asked, completely stunned.&nbsp; Her eyes looked over him, her mind racing, trying to find an answer to that question while still...&nbsp; Sizing him up.&nbsp; There had been one thing she had enjoyed about choosing Invitro- she had been able to choose the father in an objective way.&nbsp; Who had smarts, looks...&nbsp; In her oppinion attitude and personality were an influence of environment.&nbsp; The other had been her child's father would have already given up his rights over the child, and she would be giving up any rights to go to him for any support.&nbsp; <br><br>Would he give up his rights?&nbsp; She doubted it...&nbsp; He was a decent man - he had his quirks, she thought, thinking of the women behind her, but he was decent.&nbsp; But did she trust him that much?&nbsp; He had protected her, at least for as long as it took for an investigator to find the information he sought...&nbsp; She was sure he had protected her from the cuts that had been made - Diane, one of her former co-workers, had been there longer than her and she had to admit done her job better.&nbsp; The woman had flown through paperwork.&nbsp; But Diane got cut...&nbsp; And she didn't.&nbsp; She still felt her question justified, however, as she looked up at him, still wide eyed in surprise, but now with an edge.&nbsp; When was there ever a man in her life - or her mother's - that didn't screw her over?&nbsp; Her look turned to wary, almost as if she expected him to come at her with something sharp and shiny and pointy and not too nice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 21:14:48</strong>
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				"<strong>You mean besides the obvious that we're both healthy, smart, sane, and attractive people and there really should be more in the world like us?</strong>" he begins, chuckling a bit before he continues.<br><br>"<strong>And that this whole thing seems like you just made a error in judgment out of desperation and aren't really out to screw everyone over? Something I've done a few times myself?</strong>" he adds, beginning to circle around and come closer to Reana.<br><br>"<strong>And besides the fact that I do know you well enough to know that you'd make a great mother? That any kid would be lucky to call you mom?</strong>" he adds once more, almost close enough to just reach out and put his hand on her shoulder.<br><br>"<strong>And besides the fact that until then I get a third playmate?</strong>" he adds with a mischievous smile, more like he just got caught writing a naughty joke on a bathroom stall then any actual malice or predation.<br><br>"<strong>. . .Think that pretty much covers it actually.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 01:11:30</strong>
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				Well...&nbsp; She had to admit, she only expected the first and last reasons...&nbsp; Her eyes watched him as he circled about her, now feeling like the canary herself...&nbsp; "Allright...&nbsp; Just one more questions...&nbsp; Then I will make my answer..."&nbsp; Nervous, she still shook randomly, much like a filly colt that was eyeing the saddle about to be put upon it.&nbsp; "What happens after...&nbsp; After I become pregnant?"&nbsp; Her arms wrapped around her midriff, trying to keep herself calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 02:33:32</strong>
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				"<strong>Then when outside the workplace I'll be as much a part of your personal life as you want me to be.</strong>" he clarifies, and he means it- shy of monogamy but nobody is perfect.<br><br>"<strong>I'll still be your boss in the work place- but if you want to pretend I was just an anonymous sperm donor I'll respect it, and if something goes wrong and you and our baby needs a place to crash for a while I'll respect that too.</strong>"<br><br>The mischievous smile comes back as he thinks of one more thing to add.<br><br>"<strong>But if experience tells me anything about new playmates- it's by then you won't want to stop.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 02:42:02</strong>
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				She chewed on her lip, blushing brightly at his last sentence.&nbsp; Playmates...&nbsp; He said she would be the third.&nbsp; She supposed the women behind her were one and two...&nbsp; "I think I'll be able to control myself..."&nbsp; Her mind thought a few more moments, the gears in her head turning, trying to find some other way out.&nbsp; There was none...&nbsp; At least, not one that was as attractive.&nbsp; "A-allright...&nbsp; In exchange for your silence on the matter...&nbsp; I will return the money and...&nbsp; Allow you to be the father of my child by natural conception," she said, "Is that a good deal to you?"&nbsp; She didn't dare keep the money with what was happening.&nbsp; Besides...&nbsp; Without having to pay the doctors who were keeping her in prime condition for the ensemination, which was supposed to be a harder pregnancy for the baby...&nbsp; She didn't need it.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking up and seeing his smile, she took another step back, bumping into his desk with a small gasp.&nbsp; At least then she stopped shaking.&nbsp; Her fingers becoming her nervous outlet, they ran across and underneath the wood of his desk as she waited for his answer, to see what he would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 03:57:13</strong>
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				He actually laughs a bit at the bump against his desk, not to be mean so much as at the sheer nerves she was showing off. God, you think he'd shown her a murder weapon.<br><br>"<strong>Ladies, I think this deserves a drink- do you mind?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Certainly, master.</strong>" Angela responds, a bit of humor in her eyes as well. Both her and Frieda work they way to the corner of the office, toward a cabinet now clearly a small wet bar.<br><br>"<strong>And you,</strong>" he says to Reana while putting a hand on her shoulder, "<strong>Relax, would you? Perhaps it is best to give back the money but you shouldn't be all stiff about it.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:15:35</strong>
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				"Sorry...&nbsp; I just...&nbsp; This is not something I expected," she said softly, giving her head a shake.&nbsp; It wasn't at all...&nbsp; She blinked, Angela's words sinking into her head.&nbsp; Her eyes widening in supprise as she straightened and looked at her, "Did...&nbsp; She just call you 'Master'?"&nbsp; Confusion anew was on her face as she looked between the three of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:43:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela visibly blushes as Frieda starts to laugh a bit. Jon looks like his hands were caught in the cookie jar.<br><br>"<strong>Yes, she did. I'm her Dominator, she and Frieda are my submissives. Master, Sir- you'll hear them call me titles like that a lot off-hours.</strong>"<br><br>The other women bring over drinks, fine scotch on ices for everyone.<br><br>"<strong>Nothing they don't beg me to do anyway, isn't that right.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Yes, Sir.</strong>" Frieda responds.<br><br>"<strong>And no, I don't expect you to do that.</strong>" he finishes, taking his drink down.<br><br>"<strong>Yet.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:49:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reana nodded, somewhat understanding but also...&nbsp; Not.&nbsp; It seemed so...&nbsp; foreign.&nbsp; Different...&nbsp; "That's-What???"&nbsp; He seemed to like to surprise her and put her on edge that night, her head snapping up before she could even take a sip of her drink.&nbsp; "Yet?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 05:14:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>I'm not some primitive ape who expects females to come to me whenever I beat my chest,</strong>" he begins- finishing the drink.<br><br>"<strong>I am not going to ask for such surrender of control and trust from you without earning it.</strong>" he finishes.<br><br>"<strong>And he will!</strong>" Angela jokes, looking to Jon for approval. His return look seems to neither approve of disapprove.<br><br>"<strong>Sir.</strong>" she adds, awkwardly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 05:29:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was beginning to wonder if agreeing was a good idea as she took a sip of her drink.&nbsp; "I see..."&nbsp; She blushed deeply, feeling a little embarrassed and awkward.&nbsp; Though a successful woman...&nbsp; She'd never really gotten past 'vanilla' sex.&nbsp; Hell...&nbsp; She hadn't even heard that much...&nbsp; And even she hadn't tried half what she'd heard.&nbsp; Was it her fault she'd wanted to save herself for the person she thought might have been 'the one'?&nbsp; She supposed it was, after watching her mother never find her own.&nbsp; If only her 'one' hadn't decided to screw the neighbor...&nbsp; Neighbor's sister...&nbsp; Neighbor's brother...&nbsp; Vindictively, she fantasized the neighbors dog, a Great Dane, screwing him just for revenge in her own mind for shattering that hope.&nbsp; It wasn't something that got her off, but it made her feel better when she thought of him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 05:53:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Ah, but it seems we've gotten into advanced topics with you. That's alright, we can take that slow.</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>Everyone has a first time they were tied up, or did the tying.</strong>"<br><br>Jon smiles to himself, the prospect of training a new sub from scratch amusing him greatly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 21:18:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed even deeper at his words, taking another sip of her drink before setting it down.&nbsp; If she was going to get pregnant, she needed to go easy on the alcohol.&nbsp; "I suppose we should set a date up...&nbsp; It...&nbsp; It is getting late, and I need to do some things before work tomorrow," she said, standing up straight and going to pick up her purse and briefcase.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 09:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Yes, you do.</strong>" he concedes, offering no resistance in her leaving.<br><br>"<strong>And Reana? You won't regret this.</strong>" he assures as a parting shot.<br><br>----<br><br>"<strong>You think she won't, Sir?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Do you?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>No, but she seems more vanilla then I was.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Just, unexposed- we'll work on that.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 16:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked back at him with his parting words, "I am sure I won't."&nbsp; She gave a small smile before leaving his office, being quick to leave the building and go - FINALLY - home.&nbsp; <br><br>---<br><br>In the morning, Reana arrived quite early, an extra brief case in her arms as she entered the office, going to Jon's private office, she gave Angela a small - though uneasy - smile.&nbsp; Remembering her from multiple days of the office, and then once more...&nbsp; From last night.&nbsp; Was it her she heard screaming?&nbsp; Reana gave her head a small mental shake.&nbsp; No, she probably didn't want to know.&nbsp; At least...&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; She poked her head into his office once Angela gave her the go ahead, "Sir?&nbsp; I have...&nbsp; Those things you requested last night."&nbsp; She chewed on her lip, a habit of hers, as she stepped in, closing the door behind her.&nbsp; She brought the extra briefcase and placed it besides his desk.&nbsp; "This is all of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 08:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Excellent,</strong>" Jon remarks, actually being all business. For the day.<br><br>"<strong>Freida will have to confirm it of course- but I can have her put right on it.</strong>" he says, starting up an email right there.<br><br>"<strong>And Reana, what are you doing for lunch?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 18:15:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's fine," she said, knowing she'd placed the right amount - simply because the briefcase was WHERE she kept the money.&nbsp; "As for lunch," she held up her purse that looked a little stuffed, a sandwich and a bottle of water inside.&nbsp; "What I always do," she said, refering to how she worked while eating.&nbsp; The cuts and work placed on her didn't really allow her to relax on workdays.&nbsp; Probably the reason she slept away her weekends.&nbsp; She looked at the clock, fifteen minutes before she had to clock in, "I'd best be getting to work, sir.&nbsp; When...&nbsp; Are you wanting to start working on what was agreed last night?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 10:18:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon's eyebrow raises as he gets a terrible idea. A horrible idea. A terrible, horrible idea that sends imagry of the Grinch from the classic Christmas cartoon in his head.<br><br>"<strong>You can say it, we're adults. When am I wanting to start trying to get you pregnant?</strong>"<br><br>He considers for a moment, looking at the work on his desk. Nothing that can't be shuffled off to a side.<br><br>"<strong>Normally I wouldn't suggest anything until after work, but tell me- you ever at least fantasize about fucking on your boss's desk? I mean, the only person within ear shot would be Angela- who you probably heard last night- and you do work for me. . .</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 15:13:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know we are adults, sir, I just didn't want to be heard if there's anyone outside other than Angela," she explained, blushing lightly at his words and the smile on his face...&nbsp; It almost made her want to run for the hills.&nbsp; What was he-&nbsp; Her blush deepened, considering WHO he was and what he looked like...&nbsp; What woman in the office hadn't had that fantasy?&nbsp; And he was SUGGESTING it to boot...&nbsp; "I-I really should be getting to work," she squeaked, her cheeks aflame as she stepped back.&nbsp; She supposed she could throw any hopes of their non-professional relationship being anything professional.&nbsp; Though...&nbsp; She thought, how badly did she want 'professional' sex?&nbsp; Her mind said not very much.&nbsp; "Your secretary knows when I'm busy after work, just ask her to set a date or...&nbsp; Or something," she said, picking up her own purse and briefcase, cheeks still blazing and voice wavering slightly from her uncertainties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 11:09:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>I choose 'or something',</strong>" he chuckles, getting up from his chair.<br><br>"<strong>I don't care about body schedules and crap, we'll just go with whenever the mood strikes- at least 3 times a week? If one isn't right now, I get it- but half the fun of a desk fuck is the chance of getting caught. Trust me.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 23:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You were serious," she asked, looking at him with complete surprise.&nbsp; She'd almost thought his talk of taking her on the desk a joke...&nbsp; Her cheeks set aflame brightly, "Three times a week...&nbsp; Allright."&nbsp; She looked away from him, trying to hide her blush though she knew he'd allready seen it.&nbsp; "But let us please keep it off the work schedule," she said, still blushing as she started towards his door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 05:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>At least 3 times, as dictated by the mood.</strong>" he corrects- filing away the desk for a later time. Or does he?<br><br>"<strong>And you're even cute when you blush,</strong>" he remarks, "<strong>at least eat lunch here- enjoy a conversation. I insist.</strong>" he adds friendly, pulling a Tupperware case from his own briefcase. It looks like something italian.<br><br>"<strong>Angela, heat something up for me?</strong>" he buzzes into an old school intercom, "<strong>I have a guest.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 05:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sir...&nbsp; It's morning..."&nbsp; She blinked looking up at the clock, 7:45 am.&nbsp; She gave a soft chuckle, "I will see you when I take my lunch, sir, about 12:30-ish."&nbsp; With the small smile on her face, she left his office to go to her own to begin her work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 05:28:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>So it is,</strong>" he says with a chuckle- one that tries to give the impression that he may of made that mistake on purpose.<br><br>"<strong>Tell Angela never mind then,</strong>" he asks, shuffling his seat back a bit and getting to a little work. A bit distracted sure, but he tries not to show it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 05:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As lunch rolled around, she sighed and looked at her paperwork.&nbsp; Still a mountain to go, and she'd barely made a dent.&nbsp; Even working full steam.&nbsp; Picking up her purse, she walked back to Jon's office, giving Angela a smile, "He might want his lunch heated up now."&nbsp; With that, she gingerly knocked on his door before poking her head in, "Ready for lunch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:19:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>As soon as Angela gets back,</strong>" he chuckles, motioning to a chair right in front of his desk. Then he actually changes his mind, getting up to bring the chair around.<br><br>"<strong>We planned ahead a bit, come around. I figured it's only fair we get a chance to know each other a bit- and I'm dying to know the sudden decision to have a baby.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 06:42:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see," she said coming in.&nbsp; "And my decision wasn't sudden...&nbsp; I've always wanted to be a mother.&nbsp; I just didn't want to make the same mistakes my mother did."&nbsp; She sat down besides him, setting her purse down besides her, she pulled out her sandwich and bottle of water, setting them on the corner of his desk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 19:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela comes in with the basic italian, warmed and ready to enjoy.<br><br>"<strong>Thank you.</strong>" he says to her, such a simple thing but Angela beams in response.<br><br>"<strong>I take it one of them involved your father?</strong>" he asks, honestly curious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 20:03:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyebrow raised slightly, wondering a bit at his own curiosity before sighing, deciding it would probably be less painful to just answer him. "Father, stepfather number one and two, boyfriend number two, four, five...&nbsp; And etcetra...&nbsp; They all seemed like nice men at first...&nbsp; But in the end they all turned out to be less than savory characters.&nbsp; My mother seems to be a 'dick magnet.'&nbsp; She's currently trying to get rid of yet another bastard, and she's sixy three," she told him, unwrapping her sandwich and taking a bite.&nbsp; "From my own experiences, I'm just about the same way.&nbsp; They seem nice, then turn into Super Bastard."&nbsp; <br><br>She shrugged, "I'd rather not put my own child through the same things my mother put me through.&nbsp; Having an older mother wasn't the best thing for my own social life growing up, nor was I able to spend the kind of time I liked with her...&nbsp; She was trying to find Mr Right and Daddy Dearest so much...&nbsp; I'm not going to wait to have a child like she did in waiting for Mr. Right.&nbsp; Especially when he will likely never come with my family's track record."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 10:05:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Heh,</strong>" he lets out, taking a fork full of Italian in his mouth, "<strong>makes one wonder what happens when they don't start 'seeming nice'.</strong>"<br><br>He ponders for a moment over his eating, considering what to ask next.<br><br>"<strong>Still, a pity. The insecurities of lesser men and all that.</strong>" he remarks, not so much nonchalantly as writing them all off as not a threat.<br><br>"<strong>And so far so good on the package from this morning, by the way. So far nobody knows that wasn't in this room last night. Anything else you want to add before it's done?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 01:05:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mother wasn't stupid enough to go after the mean ones, thank goodness," she said, before shaking her head at his question, "Everything was in the suitcase.&nbsp; It's where I kept it all, and I never even took anything out of it."&nbsp; She leaned back in her chair, taking another bite of her sandwich.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 09:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>I figure as much. Usually someone who would think to do something like hold back some when caught was planning a less sympathizeable use. Yachts mostly,</strong>" he chuckles, taking a bite of his own meal himself.<br><br>"<strong>Another thing I'm curious about, is if there's anything you'd like to know about me. Medical history, mental illness in the family, or things more along the lines of family. It's a bit out that you don't seem to want to know anything at all.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 13:26:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually...&nbsp; Sir...&nbsp; I may already know," she said, blushing a little, "They provide pictures with sperm doners files and...&nbsp; Well, if number 3458C isn't you or related then I'm a dead hamster."&nbsp; She leaned down to her purse, pulling out a photocopy and holding it up, "You're technically not supposed to have a picture, but...&nbsp; I made photocopies of several candidates, just so I'd be able to tell the kid what their father looked like."&nbsp; She handed the picture over before taking another bite while he had a chance to look over a picture that looked like him around college age.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 22:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He actually laughs a bit at this, ending it with light applause as he looks over the photo.<br><br>"<strong>Bravo, someone else did their homework as well. Yes, when it came to experimenting in college I took a slightly different route. Others tried out being bi-curious, I found I liked it when women begged and submitted. Plus, it was an easy way to get beer money.</strong>" he chuckles.<br><br>"<strong>How was I doing in the running, anyway?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 02:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...&nbsp; You came in last of the ten candidates, though mostly that was because I knew you...&nbsp; If you took out that factor, then probably I would have placed you in fourth.&nbsp; Right after a man who was very charmingly handsome with a 230 IQ and a soldier with a 210 IQ - I think he's a general now...&nbsp; I could have sworn I saw him on TV talking for some army politics...&nbsp; At least it looked a lot like him..."&nbsp; She shrugged, "Sorry sir, but at the time of donation you didn't put down your IQ number nor did you look like Mr. Hunky Hulk."&nbsp; She gave him a smile before taking the last bite of her sandwich, following it with some water.&nbsp; "Not half bad looking for a college student though, and I liked the look of your GPA's."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 18:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Well, everyone is poor in college.</strong>" he chuckles, setting his meal aside. He doesn't mention that he didn't list his IQ because most sperm places don't check them in his experience, making it very easy to lie about.<br><br>"<strong>But look at who ended up with you,</strong>" he adds, motioning toward the middle of his desk with a pat of his hand.<br><br>"<strong>Why don't you take a seat?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 19:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eye quirked at him a moment, wondering what he was up to, "Allright..."&nbsp; She threw away the packaging around her sandwich before standing up and sitting where he motioned, crossing her legs, she leaned back on her hands a bit to keep her balance.&nbsp; "Any reason why I'm sitting here," she asked, looking into his eyes with her ocean blues.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 03:58:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes lock with hers, a mischievous look in them as a hand begins running up and down the closest outer thigh.<br><br>"<strong>Because my next appointment is at two and the only person that you could possibly get in trouble with for not getting back to your desk on time is me.</strong>" he begins. He wants to lean her back and fuck her nasty and dirty but willing to play vanilla for now.<br><br>"<strong>And who doesn't dream of fucking on their boss's desk, granted not always with the boss. . .</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 04:45:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped softly as his hand ran up her thigh, her leg flinching.&nbsp; Though away or towards his wandering hand...&nbsp; Even she didn't know...&nbsp; She blushed deeply at his words, squeaking, "S-sir..."&nbsp; Oh, God she shouldn't have looked into his eyes...&nbsp; Great devouring taverns that seemed to eat her up...&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; You..."&nbsp; She knew what she agreed to, but the thought that she had agreed to it...&nbsp; A shivver ran up her spine from the feel of his fingers, her own hand seeking it out to still it so she could think, still trapped in his eyes.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; I suppose one round," she started before swollowing air, "One round couldn't hurt..."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 04:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Heh, you really know how to build up a guy's confidence.</strong>" he chuckles, standing up- removing the jacket of his suit. He undoes his tie as well- looking her over with approvel. She'd be fun to train, but not yet.<br><br>"<strong>Relax, this can be vanilla if you want.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 05:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head, blushing at being called 'vanilla'.&nbsp; Pouting a little at what many considered an insult.&nbsp; "No, I...&nbsp; I agreed to this...&nbsp; Just...&nbsp; Don't go to fast...&nbsp; John was the only..."&nbsp; She shook her head, not wanting to think about her ex, "Just don't go bringing out chicken's blood or some freaky stuff like that...&nbsp; And...&nbsp; If I say..."&nbsp; She licked her lips, trying to think of all the things she'd heard about 'kinky' sex.&nbsp; Safeword being the most prominent thing among her hearsays&nbsp; "If I say 'Flower Gun', stop..."&nbsp; She blushed brightly, feeling like an idiot even as she more or less handed the reigns over to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 07:33:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, a little adventure in her blood after all. . .<br><br>"<strong>Then put your arms behind your back,</strong>" he smiles- completely removing his tie. His arms twist it up with a bit of flar and obvious skill with what he plans. Just some basic tying her up, he did mean it when he said he'd start vanilla if she wanted it and would start slow. Just some basic bondage for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 13:47:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Still red as a tomato, she did as he asked, liking his smile...&nbsp; She'd seen him smile before, but...&nbsp; That smile was...&nbsp; Different.&nbsp; She crossed her wrists behind her back and looked up at him, seeing him twist his tie - silk tie...&nbsp; "Isn't th-"&nbsp; Just shut up, her mind told her.&nbsp; He obviously didn't care if it wrinkled.&nbsp; You shouldn't either, she told herself, her blush staying as she stayed still for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 09:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching around her he lets himself get close- to let his breath fall across her neck as he ties her wrists behind her and together.<br><br>"<strong>Now lay down,</strong>" he instructs, careful to let her fall slowly, "<strong>And close your eyes.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 12:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Some part of her said she shouldn't have enjoyed what was happening.&nbsp; Shouldn't have enjoyed the feel of his hips against her thighs...&nbsp; The way her breasts crushed against his chest...&nbsp; His breath made her shivver...&nbsp; She leaned against him to make it easier, her forehead pressing against his own neck, hair tickling his skin.&nbsp; She could feel the tie's silken slide down her arms.&nbsp; Another shiver ran down her spine as she bit her lip, scaring away any uncertainty she had as she felt him knot it around her thin wrists.&nbsp; She nodded at his instructions, doing as he said and glad of his help to keep her from hurting herself on the desk.&nbsp; Unable to help herself, she squirmed a little once she finally got down, easing her arms to a more comfortable position behind her before she took one last look into his eyes and then closed her own obediently, wondering just what he had in store for her next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 03:21:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands move to the front of her clothes, taking their sweet time around her shoulders- giving little reassuring rubs before moving on.<br><br>"<strong>Very good, just relax,</strong>" he coos, moving the hands together at her shirt collar. One hand moves up, beginning to explore her neck gently but firmly. The other begins unbuttoning her blouse with one hand, expertly like he's had years of practice. He doesn't push the blouse apart with the buttons he gets undone, he just travels down her shirt saving the view for later.<br><br>"<strong>And don't be afraid to communicate what you need.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 03:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She licked her lips and swallowed the little nervous lump in her throat as he began touching her.&nbsp; His fingers grazing her throat as she laid prone to him.&nbsp; She gave a little gasp he began unbuttoning her pristine white embroidered blouse, licking her lips again as the cool air hit her flesh through the crack made.&nbsp; She blushed as he told her to communicate her needs, nodding, having to give her eyes a squeeze to keep them shut.&nbsp; His cool fingers against her neck made her shiver as their touch grazed her pulse points and ran across her throat.&nbsp; She could feel the occasional brush as he went lower to unbutton her blouse, feel his thighs against hers...&nbsp; Biting her lip and feeling a little bold, she raised her legs to run aside his, her skirt hitching up a little with the movement as her legs brushed his hips before traveling back down to rest against the desk once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 07:53:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hands of his take the hint as he works his way down her body. One of them teases, putting a finger in the space of her unbuttoned blouse and traveling down- parting the garment but just barely. The other hand joins it's brother at her waist.<br><br>"<strong>Alright,</strong>" he quietly gives, letting the hands go down her skirt then back up it from underneath. Just along the thighs, slowly and gently then working down her legs to explore. In the process he makes her her skirt is raised up and folded out of the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 02:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered at his teasing, her body squirming like a puppy.&nbsp; A flush on her cheeks came from his treatment, her breath coming in little pants as she gave her lips another lick.&nbsp; A small gasp came from her as he traced his hands down her hips and legs to the end of her knee length skirt, gulping down another lump as she felt him explore there...&nbsp; Her hips lifted as he folded her skirt, aiding him that way as she tried to guess what he was going to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 10:17:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's a good guess, as Jon tenderly folds the skirt up higher and higher with until it's just a barrier of cloth around her waist and her underwear is completely exposed to him. With the exploring hands going upwards to her shirt he opens the shirt slowly as well, completely revealing the undergarments below.<br><br>"<strong>You have a very beautiful body,</strong>" he says, outlining her breasts with delicate fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 14:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as she realized that her underwear was exposed, nothing to risque in her oppinion, but the matching black lace set she wore wasn't exactly something most women would wear to work.&nbsp; She whimpered again softly as his fingers traced along the outer edge of her breasts, her back arching slightly for the touch.&nbsp; All she could say in return was a small 'thank you' as she tried to keep her eyes closed - something that was growing harder to do as the moments ticked by.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 04:23:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon let his hands stay within the shirt, their explorations leading toward her bra which he expertly unclasps from sheer practice. Returning to the front of her, the hands remove the offending garment and put it too a side.<br><br>Cupping the newly freed breasts, Jon begins letting his hands explore- testing their firmness with practiced skill.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 04:32:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he pulled off the strapless bra, whimpering as his fingers and hands caressed her newly bared breasts.&nbsp; Cupping and kneeding them and..&nbsp; Her head was swimming as she gave a moan, leaning her head back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 07:28:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>That's right,</strong>" he encourages, "<strong>Forget about everything else around you but this.</strong>"<br><br>One of his hands continues with her breasts while the other works downwards, down chest, down stomach, down hips. . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 04:05:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body squirmed as he continued, his hands caressing her body in such soft yet wicked ways.&nbsp; Touching her in ways she was unused to being touched and making her moan and whimper with such touches.&nbsp; She gave a soft giggle as he went down her stomach, his touch tickling her flesh there before his fingers moved further, making her squirm with nervous expectancy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 04:13:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With one hand switching between breasts, the other finds it's destination with her lower piece of underwear. His hands get rougher on her breasts, but just a little, as his other hand begins tracing the edges of the garment around her opening.<br><br>"<strong>Tell me how wet ou are.</strong>" he directs, pleasantly but firmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 04:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he teased her, blushing at his request, "W-wet?&nbsp; I..."&nbsp; The meaning behind his words escaped her for a moment before it clicked in her head.&nbsp; She licked her lip before giving a nod, "Very...&nbsp; Very wet, sir..."&nbsp; Hell, now that she was paying attention, her blush deepened as she her legs rubbed together, feeling her underwear becoming moist from how wet she was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 01:34:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon's hands meet at the lace of her underwear, each on the opposite side of the garment and each working it's side slowly and firmly down the legs. He steps back to clear the way, letting one hand play along the slit when it's past her knees.<br><br>"<strong>Then let's let it have a little air, don't you think?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 03:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squeeked as she felt him tugging down the last barrier she had, her breath coming in sharp little gasps as she felt the cool air he suggested against her wetness.&nbsp; A whimpered keen strangled out of her as she felt him touch her slit, his fingers sliding up and down her pink pussy.&nbsp; "S-sir please..."&nbsp; She felt her core clench with the need he was creating inside of her.&nbsp; He had said to feel free to communicate her needs, but she didn't know what she wanted...&nbsp; Needed from him more.&nbsp; Fucking, touching, teasing...&nbsp; She whimpered and licked her lips, a sudden urge coming to her from the action that she was more apt to ask than any of the others, "K-Kiss me...&nbsp; Please..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 04:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He does her one better as he backs up a bit, but only to unclasp his pants. Letting them fall he interlocks his hips with hers- only the rather expensive boxers block the way to real fucking. Leaning down, his hands take up his weight as he lines up his face with her own.<br><br>The kiss is one of need, lush, and no small amount of excitement. He's never had sex for procreation before, oddly enough. This could be different, fun even.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 05:20:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he moved away, afraid for a moment she'd done something wrong.&nbsp; Maybe he didn't like kissing?&nbsp; Or at least didn't want to kiss her...&nbsp; She didn't know but she did release the air in her lungs as she felt him return, a small moan coming from her as she felt the soft cloth of his boxers against her thighs.&nbsp; Another moan erupted from her as she found his mouth against hers.&nbsp; She groaned against his lips, opening them to him and suckling on his bottom lip with a light moan.&nbsp; Her leg rubbed up and down his boxers, making the side slide down a little as she wriggled underneath him, unconsciously trying to press her body against his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 10:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the moment he just enjoys the sensations, leaning in to help press their bodies together- one hand going up to undo a couple buttons on his shirt as almost reflex. After she sucks on his bottom lip he works his tongue forward, like he's asking permission to explore closer. The one hand works furiously to undo the buttons on his shirt, to press skin on skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 15:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned as he pressed them together, her legs raising to wrap around his hips.&nbsp; Her hips arched to press against him.&nbsp; A soft whimper came from her as she felt him lick her lip, her mouth opening willingly to him as she arched her back, feeling his chest against hers.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 21:34:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hands begin exploring up and down her body as he lets himself fall into the kiss. Absolutely drowning in it his tongue begins exploring the inside of her mouth, hungrily taking in all sensations and enjoying every second.<br><br>He lets the kiss drag on for as long as he can, and when he finally surfaces for air a minute later he asks one simple word.<br><br>"<strong>Ready?</strong>" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 01:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered at his kiss, drowning in him as he drowned in her.&nbsp; Her tongue caressed and explored his own tongue as he conquered her.&nbsp; Just as she began to feel faint, he pulled away, her eyes opened as she gasped softly for precious, precious air.&nbsp; Her eyes looked up into his as she nodded, gasping out her answer, "Yes!"&nbsp; With a needy whimper, her head arched up again to press his lips to hers as her legs gave a squeeze to his hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 04:11:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets the kiss continue for a while longer, letting their breathes mingle a little bit before pushing himself up. He helps her keep her legs around his hips for a bit before reaching down to lower his underwear.<br><br>The revealed cock is significantly larger then average and rests across her opening, he reaches down to hold up her legs- giving it a little rub against the opening.<br><br>"<strong>You ready for your baby?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 04:19:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A moan came softly through the kiss before he pushed himself up.&nbsp; Her eyes opening again, she looked down...&nbsp; And froze.&nbsp; That was...&nbsp; "Big."&nbsp; She looked up at him as he spoke, blushing, she looked down at his baby and licked her lips.&nbsp; If his secretary could take it...&nbsp; She could only guess - and hope - that she would as well.&nbsp; She nodded, a little scared from seeing his size but still horny as hell from his treatment of her body.&nbsp; She leaned back, adjusting her body so that she would be comfortable on the desk.&nbsp; "I'm ready," she said, unable to help but wiggle a little nervously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 04:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning his hips back a bit, he lines the head of his cock up with the very lips of her entrance.<br><br>"<strong>Then just relax, and enjoy,</strong>" he begins, gently pushing just the head of his cock just inside her slick vaginal opening.<br><br>"<strong>And tell me if me everything you need.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 04:51:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hissed softly as he pushed the head of his large cock inside of her, the action stinging.&nbsp; She wasn't a virgin by any means, but compared to her former lovers...&nbsp; It felt good, however...&nbsp; That stretching, stinging sensation.&nbsp; Her hips pushed towards him greedily, wanting more of the sensation.&nbsp; She gave a soft whimper and nodded at him after he spoke, "I will..."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 05:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pushing forward, his initial strokes are shallow and slow- working in his cock carefully as he watches her. When there's pain he backs off a bit but returns slowly and carefully. Picking up her legs, he holds them close to him as he works on giving her pleasure.<br><br>A deep thrust interrupts his almost ritual, just to make his movements all the less predictable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 15:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There wasn't much pain as he worked his cock into her.&nbsp; Only that stinging stretch that she found herself hungering for with each inward stroke.&nbsp; She whimpered and moaned beneath him, her legs wrapping around his hips as he held them close.&nbsp; She began to relax against the desk, eyes closing, moaning at the soft pace and enjoying i-"Eep!"&nbsp; She squeaked as he thrust deeply.&nbsp; Her body jumping from the surprise and eyes popping back open.&nbsp; She panted softly, looking up at him as he continues with his slow thrusts, her soft tongue licking over her lips as she tried to figure out what game this was.&nbsp; With a whimper, she slumped on top of the desk again, however...&nbsp; It felt so good...&nbsp; Almost too good...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 23:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her legs around his hips his hands are suddenly freed, a fact he is determined to tack advantage of. His hands work upward once more, helping with a few more surprise hard strokes before continuing upward.<br><br>He doesn't quite adopt a pattern, not really. But a hard thrust for roughly every 8 slow and tender ones becomes a noticeable trend.<br><br>"<strong>Keep your eyes closed.</strong>" he gently insists.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 23:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he kept her on her toes with his surprise thrusts.&nbsp; Her hips began pushing against his in time with his thrusts as much as they were able.&nbsp; She closed her eyes as he bid, her back arching for his thrusts.&nbsp; "You're so big," she told him, moaning as he thrust inside of her, panting as she felt his touch slide up her legs and body.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 01:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>You're so tight,</strong>" he responds back, giving her a thrust as deep as the others but slower then the surprise ones.<br><br>"<strong>And so sensitive.</strong>" he adds, his hands reaching their marks at her breasts, "<strong>I feel like I've been handed a Stradivarius.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 02:00:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt herself begin to tighten as he gave another deep thrust, her body trembling as his hands reached higher on her body.&nbsp; She blushed at his compliment before groaning at his touch.&nbsp; She bit into her lip to keep from crying out as her release came closer, her arms jerked lightly at the bond of his tie, her fingers wanting to touch him, to hold him.&nbsp; But she couldn't get loose...&nbsp; Somehow the re-realization of how helpless she was, tied on his desk so, made everything feel like more again.&nbsp; She nearly bit her lip bloody to keep from crying out at his next surprise thrust.&nbsp; She felt as tightly strung as one of those mythical instruments, at that moment, teetering on an edge she barely knew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 02:13:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The biting of her lip did not go unnoticed as one of Jon's hands goes further up- and he leans in so the hand can reach her face.<br><br>"<strong>The only one who can hear us is Angela- and the only one that can do anything about it if they would be offended is me. Don't hold back, just relax and let it out.</strong>" he soothes, letting his thrusting pick up speed. The other hand pinches a nipple lightly in exploration.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 02:20:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unconciously, her tongue reaches out to lick at his fingers as he speaks, a soft whine coming from her throat as she trembled beneath him.&nbsp; "B-bu-Ahhhh..."&nbsp; A long moan came from her as he quickened his thrusts.&nbsp; Too close to her edge, she was sent over with the maneuver, crying out against his fingers just as he pinches her nipple, her body tightening hard around his member as she came, juices dripping out of her and down his cock and the crack of her ass as she came hard.&nbsp; Harder even than she was used to making her whimper as it continued, her body bowed from the sensation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 10:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>That's good, just ride it out,</strong>" he comforts, leaning in close- holding the orgasming woman in his arms to help her experience the full ride. A kiss to help her with an anchor to explore the sensations more.<br><br>And he doesn't cum, holding himself back to keep moving in and out slowly. This was going to be something she'd never forget, he promised that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 19:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She cried out into his kiss as he kept thrusting, her body reacting to it in a manner she hadn't known possible.&nbsp; Drawing out the pleasure that was usually so instant...&nbsp; She whimpered into the kiss, her body curling against his.&nbsp; Dear God, if everytime was like this...&nbsp; The words his secretary said the night before might very well come true, she told herself, whimpering as he kept moving and her pleasure ebbed.&nbsp; Her body trembled in aftershocks, her breath ragged so that she couldn't calm it down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 05:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The humps that follow are, for the moment, slow and deep- just making sure she never cools off completely from the orgasm as she simmers down to a new equilibrium.<br><br>"<strong>You normally cum like that?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 05:54:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could only give her head a shake 'no'.&nbsp; Her mind somewhat numb from the pleasure.&nbsp; She whimpered as she felt him, still moving inside of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 07:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>That's alright,</strong>" he comforted, "<strong>it's completely natural when your partner is as skilled as I am.</strong>"<br><br>Alright, more of a brag then a comfort but it still got the point across.<br><br>"<strong>Now relax, let the pleasure sweep over your senses.</strong>" he says, picking up the pace with his thrusts a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 22:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but crack a smile at his cockyness whimpering as he still thrusted into her body.&nbsp; Then...&nbsp; He began picking up on the pace, her breath came in small gasps as her body arched for his.&nbsp; "Ahhh...&nbsp; Mercy...&nbsp; Oh..."&nbsp; She keened softly, hissing between her teeth as her body trembled from each thrust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 22:44:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Mercy would be to keep going, Cruelty would be to stop at this point.</strong>" he chuckles, pausing his strokes for a moment- but for just a moment.<br><br>"<strong>Are you going to cum again for me?</strong>" he asks, honestly hoping she was. An orgasm that intense from her sped his own up a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 22:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not if you keep stopping like that," she whined in reply, arching her body against his.&nbsp; She whimpered arching her hips for more for his thrusts, gasping at the feel.&nbsp; "So good...&nbsp; Please don't stop," she whimpered writhing on his desk.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:34:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He decides to reward her for such an answer, so honest and simple and getting the point so much across. His next thrusts are powerful and long, only taking some time because he seems determined to sink into her completely before pulling out again.<br><br>"<strong>Alright, I won't stop. How does that feel?</strong>" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:48:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His thrusts made her breasts bounce as he pushed back inside of her, all she could do was cry out in response to each thrust and his question.&nbsp; How the hell did the man have so much control?&nbsp; Her world went blurry again as she came close once more, her body beginning to respond to his thrusts with a tightening as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 12:24:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Heh, the tightening sensation in his balls had snuck up on him- fucking Reana was just too much fun. Habit tells him he should pull out soon, but then he remembers that he wants it in her pussy and it feels to good to not oblige.<br><br>Sensing how close she was, he goes for the little push with just a simple kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 14:55:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered into his kiss, soon crying out into his lips as well as the sensations became too much for her to endure.&nbsp; Her hands jerked in their bond, wanting to hold onto something as the sea of pleasure rolled over her again, her body going rigid, wanting to milk every moment it could.&nbsp; Her legs tightened around his hips, pushing him deeper as her body squeezed him, her wetness dripping down the crack of her ass, this time too much falls and a small puddle ends up on his desk underneath her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 21:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His grunts escape his throat in reply. He was really close as it was, and with her pulling him deeper and simply exploding into orgasm he can't help himself. His nerve endings suddenly thunder with orgasmic need as her orgasm becomes a mutual simultaneous one- he grunts and grinds for that extra fraction of an inch as his seed escapes into Reana.<br><br>"<strong>Fuck. . .</strong>" is all he manages to say when he breaks off the kiss for a moment- unable to continue until he searches for her lips again. He hasn't cum this much in a while, and he intends to ride it out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 16:00:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh!&nbsp; Oh, God," she cried out and whimpered as she felt him cum, his lips pulled away from hers.&nbsp; Her first instinct to try and push him away - old habbits do die hard.&nbsp; But remembering the intent...&nbsp; She leaned back and enjoyed the warm feeling that spread through her womb as he emptied his sac inside of her.&nbsp; As she felt him searching for her lips she opened her eyes to bring them to him, her lips catching his lower lip to suckle as she moaned, her body still milking his.&nbsp; Tightening around him as she enjoyed the aftershocks of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 22:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At first he doesn't say a word, just waits to catch his breath. Soon he reaches around Reana to untie her arms but still says nothing beyond that. He doesn't move even an inch otherwise, just letting them both settle as the moment subsides. That and to give his sperm a headstart as they look for their target- it's probably not there but it seems like a good way to start things off.<br><br>"<strong>Was it good for you too?</strong>" he semi-jokes, just staying put and backing in the aftershocks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 17:30:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned up and kissed him as her reply, deciding it was a better one than what she was going to say.&nbsp; Her arms free, they wrapped around his neck to gently caress his nape and tug at his hair as her lips pressed against his, suckling and nipping his lower lip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 23:39:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the cue for now he simply kisses back- letting his hands slowly work up and down her body as the bask in what they might of just done. He doesn't disengage, and doesn't plan too for a while. Just holding her body still, close, and giving his swimmers a head start.<br><br>One hand goes up to her hair and pulls back a bit, moving his kissing to her neck- purposely leaving a hickey just for giggles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 00:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt so damned good inside...&nbsp; She had no clue why.&nbsp; Of her few lovers, as soon as everything was said and done, she'd wanted them out.&nbsp; But he felt so good...&nbsp; Her hips pushed towards his a little as he pulled her close and held her.&nbsp; She moaned as he kissed her back before giving a slight yip as he tugged her gently away to kiss her neck.&nbsp; "J-Jon, no!"&nbsp; She mewled out a protest as she felt him leave a hickey in a spot she would NOT be able to cover.&nbsp; Her protest was as weak as her sated body however as she let him, breath panting softly into the air as small whimpers escaped her mouth.&nbsp; Reminded however, of work, she looked at the clock and was stunned by how much time had passed.&nbsp; Dear god, she'd be staying late that night...&nbsp; With how his teeth nipped at her neck however, she soon found herself not caring and arching her neck more for the attentions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 12:39:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Heh, we really should get back to work,</strong>" he finally manages to say- and not moving an inch away, "<strong>we really should.</strong>"<br><br>Instead he lines back up for a quick kiss is he moves faster- but still doesn't move away.<br><br>"<strong>We really should.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 16:10:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but giggle at him, staying right where he was, but saying they should get back to work.&nbsp; She moaned and kissed him back quickly.&nbsp; Smiling at him.&nbsp; She needed to get to work.&nbsp; She'd be behind...&nbsp; But damn the man...&nbsp; He felt too damned good...&nbsp; Better than any-She moved in for another kiss, suckling his lip a moment before placing a quick peck on his lips as she thought of something.&nbsp; "You know...&nbsp; Neither of us has had a sick day in a while," she said, voice slightly hoarse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 05:37:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Absolutely scandalous,</strong>" he jokes, liking the idea as he finally breaks the embrace. His deflating cock finally begins to slowly exist as he pulls back slowly as well.<br><br>"<strong>What time do you want to meet and your place or mine?</strong>" he chuckles, honestly curious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 05:45:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he slowly pulled himself out, damn it, he felt good!&nbsp; She blushed as he seemed to be taking her up on her suggestion.&nbsp; She shrugged, "Thirty minutes at my place?"&nbsp; She gave him a small smile, sitting up, she squeaked as she felt his cum drip from her&nbsp; Her hand going between her legs to stop the flow.&nbsp; That...&nbsp; Was something she didn't know would happen...&nbsp; She blushed, "Um, Kleenex?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 06:09:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Give me an hour, I do have somethings to sign before I go.</strong>" he chuckles.<br><br>"<strong>And I was thinking you'd ask to wait until 5, then we could hit my place. Unless of course you're worried about what your co-workers would say.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 00:58:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and nodded, grabbing her panties from the floor.&nbsp; "We'll try your place next time," she told him, giving him a small wink, brazen for her, but it felt right.&nbsp; She pulled on her panties, letting them catch anything else dripping from her before she began getting redressed.&nbsp; Fixing her hair back into it's half bun, straightening her clothes...&nbsp; "I'll just go get some things from my office then I'll head home to get ready," she told him, leaning up to kiss his cheek with a light blush on her face before she headed out, blushing as she passed his secretary before going to do as she said she would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 03:37:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Told you,</strong>" Angela says as a parting shot. Smiling. Of course Reana isn't the first that Jon has fucked on his desk. She probably won't be the last either. Whether or not she's the only one that he actually wanted to get pregnant at some point was debatable. Either way, he can hardly wait as he finishes off a few things- calling in "sick" with his co-conspirators.<br><br>-------<br><br>An hour ticks by, and Jon finds himself walking toward Reana's home. Smiling.<br><br>[OOC: Describe it too me.]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 03:48:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a sigh of content, Reana sat on her loveseat.&nbsp; A tight little negligee the only thing covering her body.&nbsp; She'd spent the last hour cleaning, having a quick shower, doing her hair and then finally trying to put on makeup in a way that looked like she wasn't wearing any.&nbsp; Not a easy thing.&nbsp; She felt envious of men in that way.&nbsp; Just have the right haircut and you could be out the door, no problem.&nbsp; Women however...&nbsp; She licked her lips and looked at the clock, hoping he would be there soon.&nbsp; Her scant clothing wasn't the warmest thing, and she was looking forwards to being warmed up. <br><br>As Jon walkes up to her house, he'd notice how...&nbsp; Urban elite it was.&nbsp; The perfect little home for a family with 2.5 kids, white picket fence, perfect and manicured lawn...&nbsp; Just like the other houses around in the neighborhood.&nbsp; Blue paint on the house, clean windows with curtains - not blinds - hiding the houses insides.&nbsp; The warm home she'd spent so much time and money to build for herself and...&nbsp; Well, she didn't want to think about HIM, but she did make it for herself and her someday growing family.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 03:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Damn boss, you don't get much more vanilla.</strong>" Frieda chuckles, driving the car.<br><br>"<strong>She's underexposed. She came like a firecracker on my desk.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Heard about that. Your supplies are in the trunk. So I take it Angela and I are free this evening?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>I may give a call to invite you two, but maybe not- we'll play it by ear.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Alright boss,</strong>" she asks, sneaking a kiss, "<strong>What you're doing here? It's a good thing boss.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>I hope so.</strong>"<br><br>-----------------<br><br>A knock on the door resounds as he stands in front of the door, a small duffel bag over his shoulder. Maybe it will be used, maybe not. Time would tell, and finding out would be so much fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 04:11:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up as she heard the knock on the door.&nbsp; A light flush on her cheeks as she stood and got herself to the door.&nbsp; Tugging down her lingerie.&nbsp; She wondered lightly if she should have worn it.&nbsp; She'd gotten it for her wedding ni-No...&nbsp; That perhaps made it exactly the right thing to wear.&nbsp; She looked through the window on the door, smiling as she saw who it was, she opened the door to let him in.&nbsp; She eyed the bag and gave him a smile, "Staying over?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 07:53:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Be prepared as they say,</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>plus a little for doing a little exploring.</strong>" he adds.<br><br>"<strong>And that, that number you are almost wearing looks amazing.</strong>" he grants, stepping closer and closing the door behind him.<br><br>"<strong>Am I in for a little striptease?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 16:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed a little at the suggestion, a strip tease?&nbsp; Somehow...&nbsp; It actually sounded like a good idea.&nbsp; She smiled and gave a nod, reaching for him to give him a quick peck on the lips, "There's a stereo in the living room, find a song you like and I'll dance to it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 02:12:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss is returned with a bit of hunger, saving itself for the main course for now but enjoying it none the less. Smiling, he heads toward the stereo and takes a look. Something unexpected, he decides that right at the beginning. Not something too fast but not something obvious, to give it a little speed just to make her improvise.<br><br>Smiling when he sees it in her collection, he puts in the selection and takes a seat at center of the couch. His arms straight out, a possible test for his self control.<br><br>"<strong>It's in, hit play when you are ready,</strong>" he smiles. Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode. A bit of improvisation would be needed but she could do it. He knew she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 03:12:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed lightly as she walked by him to hit play, seeing him splayed out on the couch.&nbsp; She blinked as she realized the song, blushing and looking at him before she walked towards the center of the room, letting her hips rock to the beat.&nbsp; She grinned at him as she began with a silly rocker's pose, hook 'em horns hands in the air, deciding she'd best get the urge out of her so she didn't do anything else stupid.&nbsp; After that, she raised a hand out as if tuning a guitar to the music and her other hand strummed her belly where the chemise ended, slowly lifting it as she went.&nbsp; Imaginative in her oppinion, though perhaps it just looked as silly as her beginning pose.&nbsp; After a moment, her hand drew in, her hips still rocking to the beat as she took steps towards him, lifting the light blue chemise off and leaving her in the matching strapless bra.&nbsp; Leaning forwards, she braced her hands on his thighs, her hips still moving, giving him a view of her ass moving from side to side.&nbsp; She giggled and kissed his nose before she was all of a suddenly up and walking away, reaching behind her to undo the bra.&nbsp; She didn't turn as it slipped from her body.&nbsp; Didn't let him see her pert breasts as she waggled her behind at him.&nbsp; Back to him, her shoulders joined in as she moved them to the beat, her hips going one way, her shoulders going the other.&nbsp; "Your own personal Jesus..."&nbsp; Hips beginning to move forewards and back, thrusting...&nbsp; She looked over her shoulder at him, before flipping her head and hair back, raising her arms she locked her hands in a grip as she jutted her hips to the side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:55:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's a testament to his self-control that he had not moved, just enjoying the show. Of course, the bulge in his pants that was much more pronounced now, but that just proved he wasn't dead.<br><br>"<strong>How much for a lap dance?</strong>" he half-jokingly asks, patting his lap with a lustful stare. Heh, looks like somewhere there was a stripper pole lonely- something he could work with possibly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and pointed to her lips, "A kiss."&nbsp; With that she finally turned around, her firm, pert breasts bouncing with her step, blushing like fire at her brazen behavior as she slid into his lap, "Payment is up front."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:27:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A price he pays gladly as she slides in place, letting hungry tongue explore her mouth as he lets his hands explore the rest. He never does come up for air this time, a technique he learned from being double teamed by Frieda and Angela and defending himself well.<br><br>His hands go to her hips at the end, letting her dance continue- gladly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:40:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned at his kiss, squeaking as he continued it almost past her air limit.&nbsp; She whimpered, as he finally let go, a little fuzzy headed for the kiss before she remembered exactly what she was supposed to be doing.&nbsp; She grinned and leaned forwards, placing a peck on his lips as she braced her legs and rocked her hips under his hands, her arms loosely wrapping around his neck so that she could press her breasts up better to his eye level as the song began coming to an end.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 01:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking advantage of her movements, he almost doesn't notice the song ending and really doesn't care. His lips part to begin exploring her breasts with his tongue- his hands tracing her hips back and forth to begin exploring some more.<br><br>A quick nibble on a nipple is a playful move, and his eyes look up to see her reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 02:35:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned as he took such nice advantage.&nbsp; His tongue exploring her skin.&nbsp; It made her shiver and whimper in pleasure with his exploration, his fingers joining in on her hips as she kept moving her hips, pushing them forewards a bit so that they would brush against his encased manhood each time.&nbsp; She gave a small yip, more of surprise than pain as he nibbled on her nipple, that yip soon turning to a moan.&nbsp; Bringing her hands to his hair, she decided she wanted another kiss - he was such a wonderful kisser - and so she gently tugged on his hair to encourage his lips to meet hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 01:38:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he understands what she wants he responds without hesitation, his arms pulling her body forward as her skin presses against his clothes and feels almost wrong. His mouth meets hers for a quick peck before he really begins in earnest, starting with two little words.<br><br>"<strong>Undress me.</strong>"<br><br>Then his lips plunge back in, lips to lips with his tongue just barely exploring what's past.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft whimper as he kissed her quickly.&nbsp; She didn't want that!&nbsp; She wanted-"Undress me."&nbsp; Oh...&nbsp; She blushed and barely got in a nod before his lips pressed to hers again.&nbsp; He still didn't kiss her like before, but the way his tongue was...&nbsp; She practically melted again before her head jounced her.&nbsp; Undress him!&nbsp; Her fingers reached for his tie and quickly did away with it before she began unbuttoning his shirt, barely able to keep her fingers from exploring the skin there before she began pushing it off of his shoulders.&nbsp; With a moan, she couldn't help but explore the snewy strong muscles there.&nbsp; She always did love strong shoulders.&nbsp; Her fingers soon found their way down his chest, his stomach, and abs...&nbsp; Finally reaching the waist of his pants.&nbsp; She gave those a small tug before she began on his belt, unbuckling it before reaching for the button and releasing it, letting it unzip itself as her fingers ventured in to graze his cock.&nbsp; She could barely wait to have him inside her again, remembering their fun at the office.&nbsp; With a small moan against his lips, she removed her hand before pulling away from the kiss.&nbsp; Her crystal blue eyes watching his as she slid off his lap so she could get off his shoes.&nbsp; Sliding them off his feet, she tugged at the waist of his pants, "Stand, please!"&nbsp; She gave him a playful grin as she looked up at him, on her knees, almost as if she had a plan for when he stood up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 01:38:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling at the attention, he almost chuckles at the suggestion. Maybe a bit vanilla, but with pure passion and enthusiasm. Yes, he thinks he will.<br><br>Standing up slowly to help shed his clothes, he looks down on her to look into her eyes.<br><br>"<strong>Oh my, whatever are you planning to do next?</strong>" he mock-questions with the smile in his eyes. His hand reaches for her head as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:47:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tugged down his pants down with a smile, taking his boxers with them before she nuzzled his cock.&nbsp; She laved her tongue out to roll over the tip as her hands came to rest on his hips.&nbsp; In order to rid himself completely of his pants and boxers, he would need to step out of them, but unless he wanted her to move, he'd need to stay still.&nbsp; She used her tongue to draw the tip of him into her mouth so she could give it a little suck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 04:47:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Resting his hand on her head and brishing any hair from between their eyes, Jon smiles and gives a little hip motion to urge her to continue.<br><br>"<strong>Go on, show me how much you love my dick,</strong>" he encourages, "<strong>It's not going to bite.</strong>"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 04:59:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, but I might," she said, blushing a bit, remembering a few bad experiences with past lovers.&nbsp; She'd never gone far easily, one of the main reasons being the men were usually a little afraid of her mouth after forcing her to suck them.&nbsp; Never being with a patient man, none of them usually got back out of her mouth with at least a nick.&nbsp; She suckled on his head, taking a little more into her mouth, trying to be careful with her teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 08:05:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Ah, then take it slow- but you are doing well so far,</strong>" he coaches. The hand on her head doesn't try to direct her motions, just occasionally brushes the hair from her eyes to keep eye contact possible.<br><br>"<strong>A little more tongue,</strong>" he does suggest, enjoying the sensations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 03:24:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave him a small smile, leaning forewards to suckle a little more into her mouth, running her tongue around his head as he suggested.&nbsp; He tasted good, she noted.&nbsp; Not like something she'd actually eat, but...&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; She gave a soft moan, pushing her lips further down his shaft, taking in another inch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 08:46:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A deeper breath escapes his lips when she uses her tongue. She may be less experienced then he was used to be she certainly had the desire to please a partner. Enthusiasm was always appreciated and his eyes squint a bit without warning.<br><br>"<strong>That's good, real good.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 00:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned and lapped around his head, bobbing her head over his shaft a bit afterwards, trying to become comfortable with more of it in her mouth.&nbsp; He was big...&nbsp; She could barely fit him in...&nbsp; She gave a small whimper, trying to keep her teeth from occasionally dragging lightly across his shaft, but not always succeeding.&nbsp; She could tell it wasn't hurting him, but it did make her a little nervous - she needed that thing!&nbsp; She finally removed her mouth from him to lick along his shaft, bringing up a hand to cradle and cup his sac, kneeding the balls inside softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 02:33:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon's grin speaks to more then a beautiful woman sucking his cock, and when she lets him out of her mouth he starts stepping back to the couch.<br><br>"<strong>Come on, got an idea. Ever 69?</strong>" he chuckles, leading back to the couch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 03:13:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up at him, giving her head a shake though she did know what it was - she'd bet even Barney the purple dinosaur knew what it was.&nbsp; Tentatively standing up, she followed him, looking to him for a little guidance on how he wanted them to arrange themselves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 04:52:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He starts to motion for the couch, but decides to not go halfway in this. The smile gets wider on his face when he reaches for the duffel bag instead of the couch.<br><br>"<strong>Actually, where's the bed? Let's not do anything halfway.</strong>" he chuckles, pulling her in front of him so she could lead the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 05:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed and nodded, taking his hand before gently tugging him towards the hallway, "It's upstairs."&nbsp; She gave him a small and blushing smile, wearing nothing but her panties as she lead him upstairs.&nbsp; Her heart shaped derier swaying gently with her steps as she lead him to her bedroom.&nbsp; The bedroom seemed quite heavenly, done in whites and blues.&nbsp; She smiled at him, "Like the bed?"&nbsp; It looked big and soft most of all as she tugged him gently to it, sitting on the edge and waiting for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 09:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Completely nude, he comes closer to the edge of the bed. Standing over her, his hand strokes through her hair slowly and gently.<br><br>"<strong>Love it,</strong>" he starts, crawling onto the bed beside her- across the bed sideways.<br><br>Laying himself face up, he makes a suggestion, "<strong>Why don't you pick up where you left off?</strong>" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 14:43:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and turned her body, laying besides him sideways in reverse.&nbsp; She leaned over to him to lap at the tip of his tongue, giving a soft moan at his taste, he did taste good.&nbsp; Her hand reached and began to kneed his sac again as she lapped at his shaft and suckled it at random spots.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 06:58:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, he decided to lead this next part. His hands reaching beside him, he works one under her hip- the other coming in place with a bit of a slap. The pressure he exerts makes it clear he wants her to move up to her knees. For now. His eventual intention on locking up that pussy is fairly obvious as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 07:12:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft yelp againt his cock as he gave her hip a bit of a slap, not expecting it.&nbsp; She blushed and then continued on with a moan around the head of his cock.&nbsp; She moved to her knees as his hands directed, her hand beginning to kneed his sac a little more as her other reached to stroke his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 07:24:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands work to part he knees, or he did. That yelp through his cock in her mouth had some pleasant vibrations he just enjoyed for a moment. Getting back to "work" he works her knees apart slowly, far enough apart to rotate his body. Getting his head between her legs he just enjoys the scent of her pussy before all else. With a smile.<br><br>A finger moves up to explore a bit, just tracing lines.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:59:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as she felt him touch her, felt his breath against her.&nbsp; Gasps came from her at his toying, making her squirm as he played with her.&nbsp; "J-Jon," she whimpered in protest, wanting something more solid, though she could feel herself become wet with his teasing.&nbsp; How did the man do it?&nbsp; She didn't know, didn't care, her mind and body just wanting more of the pleasure she knew he could give her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 05:18:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon let's his breath play along her pussy one more time before he brings a new element into the teasing. A second finger joins the first, it's purpose a little more clear. The two fingers work together to pry open her lower lips, giving a closer look at the tender vaginal opening below. Heh, a wet pussy- is there anything better in life?<br><br>"<strong>Don't worry about a thing, your body has metabolized what I gave you earlier today, just feel your body enjoy the sensations and relax.</strong>" he says, adding a slight movement of his cock to encourage more fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 07:10:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"H-hey..."&nbsp; She whimpered, pulling her mouth from him as he spread her open, the cool air caressing her wet pussy.&nbsp; She panted against the head of his cock, her tongue beginning to lap at it as she heard his words.&nbsp; She squeaked softly, giving his cock soft kisses as he moved it.&nbsp; She couldn't stop her hips from wiggling even at the slight stimulation, so unused to being paid such attention to.&nbsp; She grabbed onto his cock with her lips to suckle on the tip once again, trying to take her mind off what he was doing in order to pleasure him.&nbsp; A task that wasn't so easy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 07:36:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With two fingers keeping her pussy open for him, Jon smiles as he sets a third to work from his other hand. That finger finds home in her pussy hole, beginning to explore the moist depth inside. Slowly he works the finger back and forth, in and out, all to see the reaction in Reana and little more. Just to explore the body of the woman on top of him, sucking his dick with the passion she can muster.<br><br>"<strong>That's it, just enjoy.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 08:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft and whimpered cry around his cock in her mouth, suckling it harder as he pushed a finger into her pussy.&nbsp; Her body went stiff, unable to move for pleasure - her hole still tight, hugging his finger and pulsing as he explored her.&nbsp; She made a soft choking sound once she finally gained her mind back, suckling on more of his hard cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 09:52:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feelings of his cock in her mouth were amazing, when she lost control with an intense spike of pleasure she did things- things he wanted her to do again.<br><br>Partly from the desire to please, partly from his need to dominate, his intruding finger changes angle so it can give a "come-hither" motion that explores the front wall of her pussy. All looking for a certain spot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 13:33:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he almost immediately found 'that spot'.&nbsp; She pulled her mouth from him before her teeth could clench around his cock.&nbsp; So gooood!&nbsp; Her teeth clenched and ground as she moaned, her hands squeezing his cock and sac in time with each little movement of that finger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 16:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No mercy, not even a little bit is his plan at the moment. Show her that when he wills it she'll cum hard and she'll cum often. The only acceptable course of action comes clear, as he can feel it- she's already feeling to good to think straight.<br><br>That finger changes it's approach to find the spot so that he has room to do something else. Encouraging her hips further down, his tongue reaches up and begins playing along the vaginal opening as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 18:20:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped, nearly vaulting off of him in surprise as she felt his tongue.&nbsp; She whimpered and moaned, her body shuddering above his mouth.&nbsp; She felt her strength nearly waning in the sight of such pleasure, her body lowering to press her breasts against his lower belly.&nbsp; Smooshed against him as her mind tried to remain lucid enough to keep squeezing him with her hands.&nbsp; Moans erupted from her mouth through her still clenched teeth as her body allready began to squeeze his finger, so close to cumming.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 03:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling under the beginnings of his project, the finger doesn't stop working the spot. It's gentle and kind but insistent strokes continue- sort of a 'submit to me, please?' from his body language. Positively re-enforced dominance by another name.<br><br>The tongue really settles it as he stops licking along the edges of her vaginal opening, and instead makes a quick pass by her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 03:49:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His tongue sealed their fate as it caused her to cum, her body dribbling her juices into his mouth as she gave a scream that the neighbors definitely heard.&nbsp; Her hands tightened around his package, a testament to her will that she didn't hurt him as her mind hazed over with pleasure so totally.&nbsp; She gasped as she collapsed to the side - if they'd been having a contest of who could bring the other first...&nbsp; He would have won that bet.&nbsp; She panted, her body giving soft trembles, her fingers still over his cock.&nbsp; She'd never - ever! - had a lover that was as...&nbsp; damned good as he was.&nbsp; She panted softly, trying to gain back her breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 04:10:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon smiles, the orgasm was loud and crashed through everything in it's path- just the way he liked them. He turns his body toward hers- anti-parallel in position but close enough for some intimacy still.<br><br>"<strong>How was it?</strong>" he asks, letting his fingers come close to her honeypot again but not attacking it yet. Yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 04:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She panted softly, her fingers moving along his cock, "G-good...&nbsp; Mmm...&nbsp; Too good..."&nbsp; She felt a bit tired, at most, she was used to maybe one orgasm a day.&nbsp; This man had just made an astounding record at number three.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 09:47:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>No such thing,</strong>" he smiles, the finger working in closer, "<strong>At least not yet.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>How about you suck my cock some more and let's see what happens?</strong>" he suggests, kind of wanting to get off himself. Chuckling a bit, he does hope she doesn't take it the wrong way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 14:18:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave him a smile and leaned in, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth.&nbsp; Her tongue lolling around the tip before she began suckling, her hand running up and down the shaft as she worked.&nbsp; She sucked lightly at first before she began to suck harder around&nbsp; the head, pulling more of his shaft into her mouth, bit by bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 01:32:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And with the return to her sucking he gets back to pleasing her with his tongue, beginning to re-enter her slit but deeper with his tongue. His hands grip her hips and let her musk takes his senses. The wet gets all over his face and he smiles.<br><br>"<strong>Very good, keep it up.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 02:14:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She yelped and then moaned around his cock.&nbsp; His tongue...&nbsp; Oh, GOD!&nbsp; His tongue...&nbsp; His grip on her was the only thing that kept her from moving, her body trembling with every movement of that damnable and blessed tongue.&nbsp; She whimpered around him, her mind going hazy.&nbsp; She suckled and licked, lapping at his cock when it was out of her mouth and running it around the head when she sucked it into her mouth.&nbsp; "Mmmm-mmmm..."&nbsp; She moaned, whimpering as she felt herself getting wetter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 03:46:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And the damnable tongue keeps going, flitting across tender surfaces because he can really- or he must depending on what part of him you ask. The tongue purposely takes a little time with her clit before moving back into her entrance, then back to the clit in a slow circular path.<br><br>His balls do tighten a bit as his body acknowledges that an orgasm is in the cards. Not there yet, but he can do it soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 13:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered and moaned as he teased her so.&nbsp; Her mouth around his cock all the while as she propped her leg using her foot for his ease of access. She licked and sucked around the head, moaning at his taste.&nbsp; She moaned and licked as he kept using that tongue, her fingers squeezing his balls.&nbsp; It was when she felt them tighten that she stopped, pulling her lips from him, "Um...&nbsp; Jon...&nbsp; I think we need to change something..."&nbsp; If she was going to get pregnant, she couldn't let him cum anywhere but...&nbsp; Well...&nbsp; There!&nbsp; She blushed a little at the thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 17:55:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>We're just here to enjoy ourselves,</strong>" he starts, leaving out the part where he wants to begin training her as well.<br><br>"<strong>Not everything has to be up your pussy,</strong>" he says, not mad by any means- just pointing something out.<br><br>"<strong>That being said, some pussy does sound good. Get on your hands and knees at the end of the bed.</strong>" he instructs, letting go of her hips to let her move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 18:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed lightly, so he did want more than the agreement...&nbsp; Or at least she thought so.&nbsp; Either way, this wasn't the time...&nbsp; She blushed a little more at his order, not quite being used to being ordered so much.&nbsp; She crawled up and moved to the edge of the bed, though instead of getting on her hands and knees, she stood against the edge, leaning forwards and resting her hands on the bed.&nbsp; "This ok," she asked, wondering how he'd react to not being followed to the letter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 08:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>No,</strong>" he smiles- she's trying so hard it was still kind of cute. Getting up to crawl a little closer, he begins to guide her back up onto the bed. His movements gentile but insistent he gets her to face away from him, changing his mind a little and letting her head be over the pillows.<br><br>"<strong>Hands and knees,</strong>" he reminds, going behind her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 14:18:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft pout, doing as he directed, she got on her hands and knees quite willingly, licking her lips a little in expectation of what she knew was to come.&nbsp; She looked back at him on her hands and knees as instructed, wondering just exactly what he was going to do - she had an idea, but how he was going to do it...&nbsp; Well, he'd been showing himself full of surprises lately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 19:11:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He doesn't line his cock up right away, no yet. Savoring the moment he fondles her ass first- finding it firm and too his liking. Erect cock is used as a playful club, slapping each ass check in turn with a smile.<br><br>Changing tactics, his cock rubs against the outside of her slit with a pseudo-stroke- taking it's time and ending with a hip gyration that makes it barely brush against clit. The next pseudo-stroke in somewhere else entirely as his hands spread ass cheeks and his cock runs between them. Not into the asshole but about as close as he can get and stay clean.<br><br>"<strong>But you know, your ass is right here too- and that also sounds like fun,</strong>" he smiles. Pseudo-stroking continues, alternating between the two. He waits for a reaction, a bit sadistic but enjoying every second.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 00:52:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She panted lightly as he fondled her rear end.&nbsp; Though she never admitted it, she liked it when a man squeezed her firm cheeks.&nbsp; She jumped the first time he used his cock to hit her ass, looking back at him as he played.&nbsp; Someplace in her head said such actions shouldn't be turning her on, but she ended up shoving that voice in the nearest void she could find as his cock rubed against her pussy.&nbsp; She whimpered softly and moaned as he made it brush against her clit in a bare whisper of feeling.&nbsp; Enough to make her arch her back and push back against him before she froze slightly, hearing his words.&nbsp; <br><br>"M-my ass," she said, looking back in surprise.&nbsp; She'd heard of anal, but never looked into it - the few things she did see seemed so dirty.&nbsp; Yet another thing she didn't really know about sex.&nbsp; She blushed deeply, not adverse to it, but also not about to jump into that offer (if it was one) either.&nbsp; She whimpered as she felt his cock rub against her clit, arching her back to it.&nbsp; "Oh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 03:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Well, looks like you like the idea of both- I have to remember that.</strong>" he chuckles, continuing the alternating stroke while considering carefully. Heh, he was planning pussy but that ass was spectacular as well. He gives it another slap to show his approval as well.<br><br>And in the end, he decides pussy if only because the clean up would be easier. The pussy half of the alternating stroke "accidently" enters- if just the head for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 03:26:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah!"&nbsp; She whimpered as he gave her ass a slap, her body giving a shudder of surprised arousal.&nbsp; She pouted back at him with her near perfect lips, her arms shaking lightly underneath her, becoming slightly weak with her aroused state.&nbsp; When he finally decided she moaned, feeling the head of his cock push into her, her body straining back against his for more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 03:37:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Don't be afraid to make any noise, this is the safest place you can be,</strong>" he comforts, gripping her hips and letting her straining backwards make some progress. Not much, master is in control- but he is kind.<br><br>Using the hips to back up to just his cock head inside her, he plunges in a few inches quick and decisively. Yeah, this pussy was great- and it was his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 03:41:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he didn't push it all in, her body still straining against his grip.&nbsp; "Please," she whimpered, wanting him, her whole body nearly rigid with need as she was allowed just that little bit more inside her body.&nbsp; A soft cry came from her as she felt him begin to pull out - tease! - but another, louder and more satisfied one came as he thrust back in, her arched body pushing him against that special thought and making her scream a little louder in pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 04:01:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Please who?</strong>" he asks, expecting a certain answer.<br><br>His reply in thrusting is a little more of what she needs, rationed but not stingy. A little more with every thrust works into her because it pleases him too. And a slap on her ass hopes to show that he likes to please a body like this.<br><br>"<strong>Who am I?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 04:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave another soft yelp as he slapped her ass again, the action stinging as the skin became pink.&nbsp; She moaned as she felt his hand run over it before she finally answered him, her mind foggy.&nbsp; "J-jon," she whimpered in answer, her voice and body shaking as he inched into her body with his thrusts, not unlike what he'd done at work to spare her unneeded pain.&nbsp; It still left her both satisfied and still needy with every thrust.&nbsp; A little too needy.&nbsp; Her body used to the 'hamburger and fries' of sex when he was giving her a decadent meal of sensations.&nbsp; "Please...&nbsp; Stop t-teasing...&nbsp; Please, Jon," she whimpered, pushing back again suddenly, quick and hard, managing to get a bit more into her body, not knowing she was probably answering him with an answer different than what he wished, her mind to hazy with desire to remember his pets at the office.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 00:22:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Wrong answer,</strong>" he replies, continuing his slow and rationed motions- giving in to go deeper and slower but at an excruciatingly slow rate. Not until she gets it right, training starts right away.<br><br>"<strong>Who am I? What do Angela and Frieda call me?</strong>"<br><br>Heh, it's amazing what a little self-control can accomplish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 01:24:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"D-damn it...&nbsp; S-stop teasing," she whimpered, begging, "Please!"&nbsp; Her hips tried to gyrate back at him, her body trembling slightly.&nbsp; She panted as she heard him, Wring Answer...&nbsp; Angela and Frieda...&nbsp; Her hazed mind strained before she finally came with the answer, nearly barking it out in a needy attempt for more, "Master!"&nbsp; Her body arched and strained for more even as she answered him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 12:22:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And with hearing the correct answer, he decided to reward her. Not rationing his thrusts any longer, his pace and depth instantly changes to deep and powerful. Almost balls deep inside her and letting a groan escape his lips, he only really stops because he thinks he tapped cervix. Taking that as his cue he starts giving her what she wants.<br><br>"<strong>Very good. And how much do you love master's cock?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 14:04:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a cry of pleasure as he surged into her, filling her up, a yelping cry of surprise pleasure coming from her lips as he tapped against something deep inside of her.&nbsp; Later when she was more lucid, she would have called it her cervix - what else could it be?&nbsp; But for the moment, she trembled in an addicting painful pleasure from the deep touch.&nbsp; "Y-yes, please...&nbsp; Do that again," she whimpered, beginning her answer, "I love it...&nbsp; Love it so much..."&nbsp; She panted in pleasure, her back arching for his wonderful thrusts.&nbsp; Her top half falling to the bed and letting him go deeper, her arms tucked underneath her body.&nbsp; "So g-good...&nbsp; Please don't stop!&nbsp; Please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 01:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grunting in understanding, Jon goes deep once more to tap on the cervix. Lightly, not seeking to hurt her beyond that balancing point that pain and pleasure sometimes stand together.<br><br>"<strong>I won't stop, don't worry about that,</strong>" he says with a bit of a chuckle, "<strong>And just think of how much more you can have.</strong>"<br><br>Hmm. . .another pet does sound very good around the office, and if he does take one she's a natural.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 05:17:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he went deep once again, his cock head nudging her cervix.&nbsp; She nearly went cross eyed, gasping in pleasure for it.&nbsp; "S-so good...&nbsp; Nnn-mmm..."&nbsp; She moaned and keened at his deep thrusts, panting for more beneath him.&nbsp; She could barely breath for the pleasure, she could feel herself being built up again, a spring in her core - suspiciously close to his tapping of her cervix - tightening once again.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Please!&nbsp; More," she gasped, back arching for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 12:32:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon smiles as the next step in his devilish plan is put in action. The next time he gives her cervix a tap it's a little harder. Taking his weight onto knees he pulls her back when he pulls outward. The hope is to put her off balance, further back on the bed closer to him.<br><br>"<strong>Get back here,</strong>" he pleasantly grumbles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 13:25:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her world went topsy tervy as he pulled her back, his cock pushing against her cervix harder.&nbsp; The loss of controle pushing her over her edge and making her shriek, her juices dripping down her thighs - if she were lucid, she'd be telling herself that she needed to clean the comforter in the morning.&nbsp; Her body squeezed him tight as rolls of pleasure went through her, so hard that she almost forgot to breath.&nbsp; Needless to say - no lover had made her cum like he did.&nbsp; "J-jon...&nbsp; Master," she whimpered, panting hard for breath as it finally came back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 10:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She just exploded under him, the orgasm rippling across her body in waves he could feel milking him. And between the sheer intensity and the surprise he holds out. For about 3 of her pulses.<br><br>His own orgasm was like the opening of floodgates, all the sweeter with the knowledge that this time he was doing as nature intended. Seeding a female in the chances that she carries a child. An arm around her tits and another across her stomach, he leans in to put his weight on her back- just holding them close as they finish their orgasms together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 17:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned as he held them together, her body trembling and soaking up his warmth.&nbsp; His body covered hers in an almost claiming pose, his body larger than hers, covering her almost completely, protectively.&nbsp; It made her feel safe.&nbsp; She supported their weight on one arm as the other held onto one of his, the pleasure still rolling over her as it ebbed, his own orgasm inside of her filling her with sweet warmth.&nbsp; She kissed his fingers on her shoulder softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 07:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hand around her tits unwraps, adding support to take some of his weight back.<br><br>"<strong>Just lie down,</strong>" he gently insists, giving his idea more clarity by gently taking some of the weight back. Kissing the back of her neck, he hopes to lead her down slowly and gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 13:58:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft moan as he kissed the back of her neck, doing as he said, she layed down beneath him on her belly.&nbsp; She looked back at him with a sexy - and satisfied - smile.&nbsp; Her small pink tongue ran over her lips, wetting them.&nbsp; He looked like he was planning something else, though what, she had no clue.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 08:53:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh and he was planning something else. Quite a few other things actually. But nothing yet. For now he's just going to hold her like this, leaving his penis in to give his sperm some time to find their mark. Or at least a head start.<br><br>"<strong>How was it?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 12:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If it were any better...&nbsp; I'd be questioning my sanity," she told him, moaning softly as she lay there with him on top.&nbsp; Her legs spread lightly to give him room to leave himself inside of her.&nbsp; Her hips gave a little wiggle with him still inside, getting him into a different position there that she could relax with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 09:15:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Glad to hear it,</strong>" he chuckled, feeling the wiggle and accepting the new position. He's starting to deflate, he can feel it. Soon it won't matter if he's in her or not when it comes to holding in his swimmers. Soon, but not yet.<br><br>"<strong>Because I have a lot more in mind, later.</strong>" he adds, a kiss on her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 13:22:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmm...&nbsp; Dunno if I can't wait or if that scares me," she said, giving a giggle.&nbsp; She moaned a little as he kissed her shoulder, wishing she could do something to return the favor but deciding to lay her head down instead for her inability.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 18:04:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the end he pulls out of her when his cock is too soft to really be an effective barrier anymore. A little disappointed to be sure, but some things about nature can't be ignored.<br><br>He doesn't go very far when he dismounts. Just off to a side so that he's laying on the bed instead of her- reorienting himself to lay on his side facing her.<br><br>"<strong>Should do both, you'll be exploring new things- a little fear is natural.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 22:23:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered softly as he withdrew, her back arching against the movement.&nbsp; Even if he was smaller due to nature's cruel touch, he'd felt good inside.&nbsp; Natural...&nbsp; She licked her lips and smiled at him as she resituated herself.&nbsp; Tilting her body lightly so she could look at him better.&nbsp; "So what exactly...&nbsp; Are you going to have me explore," she asked, raising a hand to run it through his hair gently.&nbsp; It felt a little strange, being so familiar.&nbsp; Yet at the same time...&nbsp; Very nice...&nbsp; And somewhat satisfying.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 01:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>A slightly less vanilla approach to life,</strong>" he reassures with a smile.<br><br>"<strong>Not that there's anything wrong with vanilla really, just that there's more variety out there- maybe you'll like something else better?</strong>" he adds. The image of Angela, Frieda, and Reana all naked and in dog collars at his feet he really finds he likes.<br><br>"<strong>But first, I'm thinking trust. How much do you trust me?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 07:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed a little at his question.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; I'm not sure," she knew he protected her - even when he didn't need to.&nbsp; Though as to why...&nbsp; It was just his curiosity.&nbsp; "But I do trust you in things like this," she said softly, running her finger down her cotton comforter, looking up at him with a blush on her cheeks.&nbsp; "And I am glad you're showing me new things, I doubt..."&nbsp; Doubted she'd have time to explore when her child was born.&nbsp; She'd wanted to give her child the knowledge of who their father was, give her child a father period...&nbsp; But she'd tried, and failed...&nbsp; And she wasn't going to give her children a mother who was to old to keep up with them.&nbsp; Nor was she going to give her child a parade of men who would become 'daddy' a little while before he became 'that bastard'.&nbsp; Meaning little to no dating - no sex - for her.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 11:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hmm. . .no, not late enough. He has an idea of course, but he's going to need help for the full implementation. For now he'll keep it simple, just get her used to a few things.<br><br>Smiling, he gets up from the bed- but just enough to get the duffel bag he brought. Opening it, he finds what he was looking for almost immediately. Namely, two pairs of padded handcuffs and a blindfold.<br><br>"<strong>Maybe a bit dramatic, but I want to show you how much you can trust me. Please rearrange yourself into your back.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 14:45:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but look as he went to the mysterious duffle bag.&nbsp; As soon as she saw the handcuffs, she blushed - remembering how he'd tied her up earlier that day.&nbsp; And then the blindfold...&nbsp; She licked her lips slowly, looking up at him before nodding, crawling to the center of the bed and rolling to her back there.&nbsp; She looked at the metal lattice work at the head of her bed and wondered if she signed her own sex warrant with it, realizing how easy it would be for him to hand cuff her to it.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 19:29:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Coming back to the bed, Jon acts deliberately but carefully. Always checking to see that he isn't causing pain, the first handcuff goes over her closer wrist. Gently moving the arm out to almost the edge of the bed he makes she the arm is pretty much immobile. Going around to the other side, he pretty much does the same thing to the other arm. Both arms have enough slack to bend enough to stay comfortable but that's more to do with the bed then the intention.<br><br>Finally he crawls up onto the bed, just off to the side of her as he gently, almost lovingly, ties the blindfold across her eyes. The cloth is think enough that vision is totally blocked but smells faintly of perfume and is soft on the skin. Obviously made for this purpose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 23:38:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She panted lightly as he immobilized her arms.&nbsp; She didn't know why, but she was becoming excited at the prospect of being tied up by him again.&nbsp; "Mmm..."&nbsp; She closed her eyes as he put the blind fold onto her, scenting the perfume on it.&nbsp; "So what happens now," she asked softly, curious.&nbsp; Her legs rubbed together, a little nervous as she waited for an answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 05:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Now, I teach you how good it is to obey your Master,</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>And that you should always trust your master in everything.</strong>"<br><br>Climbing back onto the bed, he keeps crawling upward until his knees are almost beside her head. Hips a little bit back for room, the scent of mingles love juices still wet on his cock are unmistakable.<br><br>"<strong>But first, harden me up again.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 07:45:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squeaked as she felt him so close to her head - experience telling her long hair and things resting by her head wasn't a good recipe, she was relieved that he managed to stay away from it as she knew her mop would be sprawled about her head.&nbsp; She smelled him - them...&nbsp; Blushing as she realized what he was doing, she couldn't help but nod sofly before sticking out her tongue to search for his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 10:34:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And she looked so cute looking for his cock like that, so he refrained from letting her have it for a bit. But not for long. Finally he angles his hips in the right way, neatly placing the head right on her tongue.<br><br>"<strong>That's good, not work my cock back up.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 17:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She made a little squeaking moan as she found the head of his cock, suckling and licking around the head.&nbsp; Her hands pulled at her bonds, unused to being tied up so.&nbsp; She could feel herself becoming wetter at the smell, taste and feel of him in her mouth...&nbsp; When did she become so wonton?&nbsp; She moaned around the head of his cock as she suckled, able to fit it into her mouth easily while it was still small and soft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:12:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moaning is what really sells it. He feels his cock begins to inflate and harden once again, and had little doubt she could too.<br><br>"<strong>I love the moans,</strong>" he says, moving his hips a little to add a little encouragement.<br><br>"<strong>You are doing very well.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squeaked as she felt him get bigger.&nbsp; His cock soon filling her mouth more and more.&nbsp; She gave soft whimpers with her moans as he moved, her head trying to move with it before she growled softly pulling her lips off and squeaking, "Stop moving!"&nbsp; She pouted before returning to his cock, suckling on the tip again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon laughs at this, finding the complaint oddly funny.<br><br>"<strong>Oh, are you telling your Master what to do now?</strong>" he chuckles, but incredibly he does stop moving. What could he say? Sometimes they had a good idea of how to proceed before he did. Sometimes. Rarely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:51:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without his movement, she could suck on his cock better, her mouth pulling more inside so she could suck harder.&nbsp; She let her teeth graze just a little on the head of him, being careful not to knick as she laved her tongue around the tip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 22:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A sharp intake of breath meets her graze but he says nothing about it, actually finding the risk a bit of a turn on in itself. A hand goes through her hair as she keeps working and he seriously considers just cumming down her throat when it's time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 22:27:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned again as she suckled on him, trying to take more of his large cock into her mouth, her legs closed and rubbed together needily.&nbsp; She panted softly around his cock as she pulled her lips off to breath.&nbsp; The air caressing the wet head before she moved back, making an annoyed sound as his cock - just barely able to fit into her mouth - was a little harder to get back in before she could suck on him once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 22:44:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And with the cock getting large enough that it had a hard time getting into her mouth he got an idea. Finally pulling back, he retreats down the bad a bit. Not too far, just a bit. Far enough that now he was straddling her tight stomach.<br><br>And his cock found a natural groove between her breasts. Pushing them together, he begins slowly pumping himself between for tits back and forth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 22:58:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What ar-Jon!" She squeaked as he moved, wishing he'd TELL her what he was doing.&nbsp; She gasped lightly as she felt him straddling her ribs, "What are you doing?"&nbsp; She whimpered as she felt him press her breasts together around something warm and long - figuring out almost instantly what it was.&nbsp; What was he doing?&nbsp; She moaned again as he began pumping, despite herself it felt nice.&nbsp; His cock lubricated from their juices and his sucking, rubbing her breasts as he held and caressed them with his hands as he held them together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 02:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Trust your Master,</strong>" he replies, "<strong>Trust me in that whatever I do will be pleasurable. Follow?</strong>" he responds somewhat cryptically. The titfuck picks up some speed as he enjoys the flesh of her breasts. The next question for him is where he'll cum, he definitely will have to plan for that.<br><br>One hand leaves her breasts and loses a little force on his cock, but he reaches back toward her hips to compensate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 02:42:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pouted softly at his words, still not sure what he was doing.&nbsp; But, he was right.&nbsp; While probably not something that would become her favorite activity (she'd allready determined what THAT was), it did feel good.&nbsp; She moaned softly, feeling his hand leave, she could only await to see what he was going to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 06:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hand reaches it's target, her wet and excited pussy. Getting pleased with her tits, his other hand begins working the edges of her pussy.<br><br>A finger, feeling it's already wet, begins moving up and down the slit while the two on either side work the lips apart a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 19:47:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She yelped softly as she felt him begin to rub her sensative folds, not expecting it.&nbsp; Her legs opened for his hand to move as her hips pushed up against his hand.&nbsp; "Oh, that feels good," she whimpered, trying to press her body against him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 09:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>And it only gets better,</strong>" he chuckles- the separating fingers getting wider still. The finger toward the middle begins exploring a bit with the inside of her folds.<br><br>Meanwhile his cock takes to longer strokes between her breasts. She should be able to play with the head a bit with his new stroke but on;y time will tell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 16:10:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhhh...&nbsp; Ah!"&nbsp; Her hips arched against his hand as he teased her.&nbsp; "Oh, please!"&nbsp; She felt his tip begin to tap against her chin and angled her head down, licking it and letting it pop in and out of the suction of her mouth.&nbsp; "Mmmm-Oh!&nbsp; MMmmm...&nbsp; More..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 04:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment it seemed that he had ignored her, continuing what he did before with a chuckle. Then he relents, and the finger exploring her folds goes deep enough to make "come hither" motions against her inner walls.<br><br>"<strong>More? did I hear you right?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 04:25:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned around his tip as he kept thrusting.&nbsp; His fingers...&nbsp; Oh, God!&nbsp; "Oh, yes!&nbsp; Please..."&nbsp; Her hips arched clear off the bed, her feet bracing her as he thrust.&nbsp; "Mmmmmm...&nbsp; So!&nbsp; Good!&nbsp; Mmmm!"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 04:48:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Heh, where was that spot? It wasn't long ago that he was hitting it on a regular basis. And my-oh-my, wasn't he playing her like a fiddle. He was wondering how long he should keep this up- the idea was to put his loads in her pussy but that doesn't mean they all had to go there. . .<br><br>"<strong>Are you liking that? Not sure I can hear you.</strong>" he teases.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 05:18:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered and panted before yelping, her hips giving a buck as he hit that spot.&nbsp; "Good!&nbsp; Please!&nbsp; It feels so good!"&nbsp; Her hands jerked at her bonds, swearing to herself she was going to bite if he didn't stop playing, she panted and took his head into her mouth, sucking on it again when it was in reach.&nbsp; "Jon!&nbsp; Master, please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 10:08:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Please what?</strong>" he asks innocently, well aware that the effect was ruined by the fact that he was tit fucking her and fingerbanging her at the same time. And having found the spot he gives it even more attention.<br><br>"<strong>What do you want to ask from your master?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 19:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"M-more!&nbsp; Please!&nbsp; Fuck me," she whimpered, panting out.&nbsp; His fingers felt good, yes.&nbsp; Very, very good...&nbsp; But nothing compared.&nbsp; She arched and writhed, trapped underneath him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 03:19:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The "request" can't help but widen the smile on his face. Not that she could know that of course. He continues his stimulation while he considers what to do next. Fuck her? Keep fingering her?<br><br>In the end it really boils down to where he wants his cum, on her face or in her pussy. Hmm. . .hard choice really- which would be better for her training?<br><br>Then he gets an idea. . .a horrible idea that feels cruel and twisted as it is amusing.<br><br>"<strong>Alright, on one condition. After words you are on that bed until 7 o'clock, no questions asked. No matter what I want to do to you. Dead?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 03:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seven...&nbsp; She whimpered as he kept touching her as he fucked her chest.&nbsp; Her body trembled.&nbsp; Her head said she should ask - am or pm.&nbsp; And ask what he planned.&nbsp; But damn it all...&nbsp; She wanted - "Fuck me!&nbsp; Please!&nbsp; I'll do it!&nbsp; Anything, please, just-Ahhhhh...&nbsp; Fuck me, please, Master," she whimpered.&nbsp; She knew there was a possibility she'd regret the lust driven decision, but at the time, she just couldn't find the will to care.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 04:26:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And with that he suddenly disengages, pulling out his fingers as he moves his weight to a side and gets off of her. Purposely with slow and steady effort he gets off the bed and steps toward the foot of it.<br><br>Riding the fine line of asserting dominance and just plain cruelty, he then crawls up to the bed down by her feet- parting her legs while he does it.<br><br>"<strong>Remember you said that.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 04:36:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as his fingers pulled out.&nbsp; Her hips finally going back to the bed as he removed himself from her.&nbsp; She licked her lips, a little more lucid now without his fingers inside of her, she blushed and would have blanched without the blindfold as he told her to remember what she said.&nbsp; With how kinky she'd seen him, she just wondered what she'd agreed to...&nbsp; She whimpered softly as she felt him move up between her legs, spreading them so willingly for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 10:56:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping vertical from the knees upward, Jon thinks of the position he wants and starts arranging it. He puts her legs around his hips- letting their hips form a ninety degree angle.<br><br>And then he pulls back just enough to line up his cockhead. Smiling as he gets ready with just a slightest push.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 15:22:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She swore softly as he teased her again, taking his time as he arranged their bodies.&nbsp; Her hips...&nbsp; She couldn't see, but she could have sworn he put her at a perpindicular angle...&nbsp; Lifting her hips so that they met his as he kneeled, her legs wrapped so willingly and tightly around his waist.&nbsp; She whimpered as she felt him align them, his cock pushing just so slightly into her, "Jo-Master!&nbsp; Please!"&nbsp; She bit her lip, her hips pushing towards his, trying for that little more she KNEW there was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 01:00:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Since you asked so nicely,</strong>" he quips, and then gives her what she wants. He slips his cock into her with practiced ease, and doesn't stop at just the head. It almost becomes a game, how much can he slip in this first push in.<br><br>"<strong>How does that feel?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 18:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a yelping scream as he pushed inside, half his cock sliding in at a silken glide.&nbsp; She didn't think she'd ever get tired of the stretch she felt - he was so big!&nbsp; Even after two times with him, her body still needed to give.&nbsp; Still needed that slight stinging stretch that had her panting for more.&nbsp; "Y-yes, good!&nbsp; So good," she whimpered out, her hips arching against his, greedy and wanting more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 20:46:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				About halfway? She really needed this, that he doesn't need any help figuring out. He begins to pull out, getting almost as far as removing even his head- before sending it back in. Faster then before but not painfully so. That he could make sure of.<br><br>"<strong>And there will always be more if you're a good girl,</strong>" he informs, letting nature play at the steering wheel for a while.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 05:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, god!"&nbsp; She whimpered, hips arching against his still as he slid nearly out then back into her pussy, his full cock reaching to her end.&nbsp; "Yes!&nbsp; So good," she whimpered to his words as he thrust.&nbsp; She whimpered as she added a little more arch to her hips before yelping in pleasure as he hit her cervix again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 18:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The male animal in him is pleased with this, he grips her hips tightly and begins using them to help with the in and out as well. All they way out to only his cockhead remains to all the way in. Occasionally he swivels his hips a bit, seeking something inside her- all the sensitive spots in all the right places.<br><br>"<strong>I know,</strong>" he replies, "<strong>And you'll always enjoy everything I can give you.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 20:34:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh-GOD," she cried out as he swivveled, hitting every damned spot she had - and every one she didn't have, she swore.&nbsp; She didn't last long, the angle, pushing him so deep, and his swiveling hips...&nbsp; Used to mediocre at best...&nbsp; The young woman didn't stand a chance against a master.&nbsp; Her body squeezed his without mercy as she screamed beneath him, her juices dripping down to stain her sheets as she gasped out for breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 05:58:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she cums like it's the only thing she can ever do, he lays on top of her. His arms wrapping around her body to hold them closer together. He wants to feel every twitch of her body, every spasm of every muscle as her orgasm rockets up and down her body like fire. God, this was his favorite part.<br><br>"<strong>Cum hard for me. Keep it up until you forget where you are.</strong>" he encourages, his hips moving just a little bit to keep her on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 06:43:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a crying whimper as he kept moving inside of her, drawing her pleasure out.&nbsp; Making her delirious as she felt his body pressing against hers.&nbsp; Her legs tightened about his hips, arching her body against his as he covered her again.&nbsp; Her hips flexed as the waves hit her, adding to his small thrust and making her keen in pleasure, her world so hazy she couldn't think as she let out a sobbing moan.&nbsp; She panted in his arms, giving her lips a lick as she did so, her body still rocking underneath his.&nbsp; Her body milking at his, squeezing him hard inside of her.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 23:32:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>And the best part?</strong>" he tauntingly asks, like he already knows the answer of course.<br><br>"<strong>The absolute best part?</strong>" he adds, putting his weight up on his hands and pushing up for some space.<br><br>"<strong>I'm not done yet.</strong>" he chuckles a bit, speeding up a little as her body finishes the orgasm it's in. He had held himself back, and he could keep going. That was the best part.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 04:30:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She panted softly as he questioned her.&nbsp; All she could do was shake her head 'no', her mind still so fuzzy.&nbsp; She licked her licks as he asked a second time and panted out, "W-what?"&nbsp; She whimpered as she felt him pull back, her legs curving around him.&nbsp; She cried out as he began thrusting - faster than before.&nbsp; Her body arching to it as he drew her out just a little longer before her body rested on a pleasure filled high she'd never been on before.&nbsp; Where all she could do was scream and when lucid enough, beg for more.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 23:32:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His rutting never stops, never slows. This is the road to the finish line, the home plate, the crescendo, and the climax all rolled into one. He surprises her with a kiss to keep himself unpredictable. To have her in rough anticipation as to what he was going to do next exactly. He grunts happily, letting the world know that yes he didn't cum yet. But he was getting close, and she'd love it. Heck, she did already the way she was making noise but that was just a detail.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 01:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered into the kiss, crying out into his lips before sucking his lower lip into hers to nip and suckle at it.&nbsp; Her legs tightened around him, pushing him deeper into her body, making her let go of his lips to scream.&nbsp; Her body on a high she'd never been before, it was almost as if she were cumming and going back down every moment, every thrust.&nbsp; The ecstasy more than she could handle...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 23:35:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Just let go,</strong>" he comments, feeling and hearing the esctasy she was in. He thinks she's right on the edge of something big, and keeps it up.<br><br>"<strong>You've got to be so close, cum for me!</strong>" he says lougly, partly to get over her own crying out and partly because he's dancing on that wire himself. Bring her off one more time, he can do it- that's what he tells himself at least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:15:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't keep herself from doing as he ordered if she tried, so close to the edge as he kept pushing her body.&nbsp; She gave a near ear splitting screatch of pleasure as her world exploded into a million pleasure filled pieces.&nbsp; She gasped for a near breath as her world went hazy with colors.&nbsp; Bursts of light behind her eyes, feeling like more went on through her body...<br><br>She couldn't handle such pleasure...&nbsp; Never even having dreamed it...&nbsp; She passed clean out beneath him from exaustion as the pleasure finally ebbed, leaving her limp in his arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 02:25:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He couldn't help it really, when she came. With the almost violent clenches she had internally- he cums himself almost instantly when her orgasm began. The bottle rocket to her city block leveling explosion but it is certainly there and more from the size of hers then anything against his own. Gasping for breath a bit, it takes a moment for him to get the will back together to talk.<br><br>"<strong>Damn, that was nice. How was it for you Reana?</strong>" he asks. When she doesn't answer he checks under her blind fold.<br><br>"<strong>Ah, passed out.</strong>" he chuckles. Been a while since he did that too a partner. Putting the blind fold back, he crawls off the bed for his pants. Producing his cell phone, he steps out of the room for a minute.<br><br>---<br><br>"<strong>Frieda? Is Angela with you?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Yes, master. How's Reana?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Heh, I actually made her pass out.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Damn! Lucky girl.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>I know, and I had an idea for you two. . .</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 00:35:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reana groaned softly as she began to wake up, she yawned softly before realizing her arms...&nbsp; They felt stiff...&nbsp; She tugged at them to realize she was trapped...&nbsp; Tied down.&nbsp; Her eyes flew open only to still meet darkness...&nbsp; A blindfold.&nbsp; She gave a small cry at the realization, her mind hazy.&nbsp; She struggled against the bonds, not remembering what had happened.&nbsp; She was tied down and blindfolded - her sane mind told her that she was NOT supposed to wake up like that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 02:51:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Shh. . .</strong>" he says off to a side.<br><br>"<strong>Easy Reana, it's just me. I fucked you so well you passed out, remember?</strong>" he explains, setting something on the bed with a bit of weight to it.<br><br>"<strong>Thought you may want a bit of a snack so I got some strawberries. Want some?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 03:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"J-jon," she squeaked, calming down.&nbsp; She licked her lips at the sound of food, that sounded good.&nbsp; "Strawberries?&nbsp; That sounds good..."&nbsp; She nodded, giving him a small smile though she couldn't see where he was.&nbsp; Her small pin tongue ran around her lips again as she let her mouth open lightly for a strawberry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:14:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Placing the fruit right in her mouth, he tenderly begins to feed her by hand as he considers what he's going to say. Pulling away the stem he puts the bowl on the bed and has one himself.<br><br>"<strong>You remember our deal? You'll do anything I want until seven. Correct?</strong>" he asks, producing another. This one goes into her mouth as well, careful that she doesn't bite him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned softly around the sweet fruit - it was a good year for strawberries.&nbsp; Her favorite fruit to boot.&nbsp; She bit into it and chewed on the berry as he spoke, opening her mouth for the next as she blushes.&nbsp; She'd partially remembered.&nbsp; She'd just hoped he'd forgotten.&nbsp; She nodded, swollowing, "Yes...&nbsp; Seven PM, right?&nbsp; I don't think I could stand all night in this position," she said, giving her shoulders as much of a roll her bindings would allow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:18:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Well, I've decided what I want to do.</strong>" he remarks, saying nothing beyond that at first. Feeding her another strawberry- he inwardly chuckles at his next steps of his plan but shows nothing on it for now.<br><br>"<strong>How much do you trust me?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now see...&nbsp; When you keep asking me that question, I'm not so sure I want to trust you," she said, licking her lips of the last strawberry.&nbsp; Getting one last lick of juice off her lower lip, she gave another small nod, "I told you...&nbsp; I trust you a lot.&nbsp; At least when it comes to this stuff..."&nbsp; She was practically a virgin compared to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:13:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Well, what I am about to ask from you takes a lot of trust.</strong>" he admits, smiling though it doesn't show in his voice.<br><br>"<strong>I called some friends. Their names are not important, just know this. They will not speak. They will not touch you more then I let them, and they most certainly will not harm you. They will be wearing protection and they will not orgasm into you or even onto you. They won't even take off all of their clothes. But one at a time all 4 of them are going to show you how beautiful you are, and I am going to watch.</strong>"<br><br>In truth, he lets Frieda and Angela amuse themselves with strap-ons when he isn't around and his "4 friends" are actually the two women with their toys and baggy clothes, but she doesn't know that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 13:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She choked a little on the juices of the strawberry when he told her what.&nbsp; "W-what," she choked out as she coughed.&nbsp; Her legs pressed together in her uncertainty of this one.&nbsp; She wanted to trust him...&nbsp; But...&nbsp; For all the fun they were having, she only had one goal in mind:&nbsp; Get pregnant.&nbsp; Even if the men came in her...&nbsp; She didn't know their histories, if they were good candidates for her child...&nbsp; "I-I don't know..."&nbsp; Even with condoms there was still...&nbsp; She licked her lips, "W-what if they're the ones that get me pregnant - condoms aren't one hundred percent..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 02:34:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>But they are better then 99.9 percent if you wear them correctly. And they won't be cumming while they're in you either way.</strong>" he comforts.<br><br>"<strong>I'll be here to make sure of that. I promise.</strong>"<br><br>Not that it's really possible anyway, given it's other women doing the fucking- but why spoil the surprise?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 02:51:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chewed on her lip for a few moments, still not sure.&nbsp; He did promise...&nbsp; But...&nbsp; She shook her head to clear it.&nbsp; "A-allright, if you promise.&nbsp; But I want their names and information afterwards...&nbsp; Just in case...&nbsp; I won't be expecting any help, but I want my child to know who it's father is, if one of them turns out to," she gave a small huff to shut herself up, her cheeks blazing as she blushed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 09:58:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>That won't be a problem,</strong>" he says with a smile and a signal. The first of the "men" walks into the room, handing Jon a wine bottle and glass. He opens it and pours almost immediately.<br><br>"His" name was Frieda. She was wearing baggy pants to disguise women's legs. The fly was open, out which a strap-on hung as limply as strap-ons do. So dedicated to the part she was playing she tied back her hair and tied down her generous breasts.<br><br>She takes her time circling around to the foot of the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 14:30:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped softly as she heard the first man enter the room, if the blindfold were off, her eyes would have widened.&nbsp; Underneath the dark cloth, her eyes were closed however, to protect her eyes from the cloth.&nbsp; She licked her lips nervously, her legs the only part of her able to move, rustled.&nbsp; "J-jon..."&nbsp; She could hear the 'man' moving, back and forth at the foot of the bed.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 08:31:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>He's just taking a moment to appreciate what he sees,</strong>" he adds with a smile, a hand reaching up to clutch hers.<br><br>Freida climbs up onto the bed- using her hands to line up the fake cock. Her women's hands would give too much away, after all.<br><br>"<strong>Now he's between your legs. Are you ready for this?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 14:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She licked her lips as she felt the weight moving on the bed.&nbsp; Her legs initially trying to close initially till Jon talked.&nbsp; Her breaths came up to pant and whimpered softly, nervous.&nbsp; She gave a nod, "Yes..."&nbsp; Her legs opened up again - perhaps not as wide as they would have been for Jon, but wide enough for the man - whoever he was - to get through.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 22:59:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frieda starts with rubbing the tip of "his penis" up and down Reana's slit, taking her time to play a bit. A woman knows what a woman wants, after all.<br><br>Jon clutches Reana's hand while Frieda pushes inwards, a motion that while slow seems unstoppable as a glacier.<br><br>"<strong>Very good, just enjoy.</strong>" Jon comforts, winking to Frieda his approval as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 23:09:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped slightly and looked perplexed a moment, a murmur on her lips as the man rubbed his tip against her, "Cold..."&nbsp; The fake dong wasn't warm like Jon's was - or even the bastard she didn't want to think about.&nbsp; It was cooler than normal human flesh.&nbsp; Maybe...&nbsp; That was just the way some men's were...&nbsp; She blushed, unsure before gasping as he began pushing inside.&nbsp; She whimpered, unable to help herself, her legs opened wider.&nbsp; She panted softly, her body giving a tremble as the man pushed his way inside of hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 02:36:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Think nothing of it, just of how good it will feel,</strong>" Jon comforts, keeping hold of that closer hand.<br><br>Frieda gets the hint and starts pulling out, getting out to just the head then letting it back in. It's slow, deliberate but will build soon. The hand not holding on to Reana's works down to a breast and begins massaging it as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 02:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped and whimpered - the man was using Jon's technique...&nbsp; Entering little by little...&nbsp; So slowly...&nbsp; Trust him to find another man that would drive her crazy like him...&nbsp; She hissed softly and tried to push her hips towards his - "Oh, God...&nbsp; Please...&nbsp; Don't tease..."&nbsp; She whimpered and arched her hips against 'his' again.&nbsp; Panting softly and moaning as she felt a hand - Jons? - on her breast, massaging and playing with it.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 04:57:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frieda hears the mewling and begging and, with Jon's silent permission given by a nod, "he" obeys. The new rythem is faster and more aggressive. Not by leaps and bounds- not yet at least.<br><br>Jon leans in and lets his hand explore the other breast, never letting go with the first.<br><br>"<strong>I'm not sure you're in a position to make such demands,</strong>" he kids.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 05:02:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped and arched her hips, whimpering at the changed pace - better, so much better...&nbsp; "Ohhhh...&nbsp; Oh, yes..."&nbsp; She whimpered, body arching for it as - assured by Jon it was safe - she gave herself up to the pleasure and his demands of her.&nbsp; She pouted a little at his words before her body arched again for his fingers on her breasts.&nbsp; Only able to do so much with her arms bound.&nbsp; "I can-ohhh...&nbsp; Still beg can't I," she said giving a grin for the moment she was allowed before gasping in pleasure again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 05:53:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Of course,</strong>" he replies, "<strong>We want to hear what you want.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>But you will have to learn that Master knows best,</strong>" he adds, leaning in. A lick along her earlobes, one of the most forgotten erogenous zones follows.<br><br>"<strong>Or at least he's getting a few ideas you won't.</strong>"<br><br>Freida dares to give a thrust as deep as she can go, gyrating her hips as she does it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 06:11:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered at his lick, his words...&nbsp; She groaned in pleasure as his tongue licked along her earlobe.&nbsp; She didn't know THAT could be so...&nbsp; Sensual.&nbsp; She could only give a nod before giving a shout as the man Jon invited thrust deeply.&nbsp; Unexpectedly to her.&nbsp; She panted out as hips gyrated and ground against hers, whimpering and pushing against those hips with her own as much as she was able.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 07:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Frieda continues her motions into her pussy, Jon takes another action. That hand moves off of her breasts, but only to get it out of the way. Tracing her backside with those fingertips, Jon leans in and begins giving oral attention to her breasts.<br><br>Just a little at first, tongue going near the base of the closest and working toward the underside her her tits- but there's no mistaking the intention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 21:01:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as the 'man' kept thrusting, unable to think as she felt Jon's hands on her breasts.&nbsp; She whimpered again in protest as he pulled a hand away only to cry out as a warm wet mouth placed itself on her breast.&nbsp; "M-master," she whimpered, using the name he wished.&nbsp; Her body arched for the attentions it was given, her legs wrapping around Frieda's hips and waist.&nbsp; Too occupied with pleasure to notice the rather feminine silhouette her legs caressed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 22:50:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon begins attacking her breast in earnest, his tongue playing along the bottom of it- sometimes gently nibbling but not often. He does however work his way up her breast, slowly working toward her nipple.<br><br>Frieda doesn't particularly like the wrapping of Reana's legs around her. Yes, he was happy the girl was enjoying it- but it could give away from surprise. She tries to reach behind her and unwrap them quickly- before Reana figures out she's a woman from her hips or her hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 23:01:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reana whimpered as her legs were unwrapped from the man.&nbsp; Not lettng him as deep.&nbsp; Jon and his tongue, however...&nbsp; The man didn't know the meaning of 'don't tease', she was sure, so she didn't even bother beg for it from him.&nbsp; Her chest arched and she whimpered, gasping and yanking at her restraints lightly.&nbsp; She wanted to touch...&nbsp; She could feel her body begin building up from the pleasure, making her more vocal.&nbsp; Small cries came from her lips as her body arched.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 23:45:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If the man could read minds he'd defend himself saying that he wasn't "teasing", he was "building anticipation"- but of course he couldn't. What he could do though was make his way up her breast and finally give attention to the nipple with his tongue.<br><br>Frieda shifts "his" angle to add more pressure to her upper walls, smiling. When Jon's head angle lets him see her face she mouths, <em>30 seconds. Tops.</em><br><br>Jon smiles at the thought but doesn't reply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 23:49:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman couldn't help but yelp as her nipple was enveloped in warmth.&nbsp; Her body arching for his mouth till 'he' shifted his angle inside of her.&nbsp; Hitting THAT spot with each thrust.&nbsp; A small shriek came from her lips as her hips nearly bucked him off before regaining control of herself.&nbsp; "Oh, GOD!"&nbsp; She gasped and cried out in pleasure as she was taken such wicked advantage of.&nbsp; She didn't even last the thirty seconds Frieda had given her, fourteen thrusts and she was off again with a shriek, her body drenching them with her juices.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 00:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon breaks from his work with a smile, saying a simple phrase meant to be both as perfectly clear and as vague as possible.<br><br>"<strong>Send in number two.</strong>"<br><br>Having made Reana cum, Freida pulls out- dismounting from the bed and trying to sound business like. Angela doesn't need her to actually spread the message. She waits just beyond the door. Also wearing baggy pants with an exposed strap on with her breasts tied down and her hair tied back.<br><br>Smiling, he gets a low key high five from Frieda and begins heading toward the bed herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 00:06:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"T-two..."&nbsp; Reana looked a little confused.&nbsp; Still buzzing from pleasure and not quite too quick.&nbsp; Then...&nbsp; She remembered, "Oh!"&nbsp; She licked her lips and squirmed a little.&nbsp; Wondering what this one would be like.&nbsp; She perked up her head a little as she heard steps into the room.&nbsp; Awfully light, but she was still too light headed to think about anything strange she might have felt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 10:31:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela inwardly banks on the idea that Reana is currently too fucked out of her mind to really get anything out of what's going on- making a joking strut. She'll laugh about it later. Striding up confidently to the bed- "his" "cock" is thinner but longer then the one before. Lining up quickly, while Frieda tried to copy Jon's stroke Angela goes more like a normal man.<br><br>Lining up quickly, she starts to push.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 23:18:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reana gasped as another cock was pushed inside of her.&nbsp; Her hips arched and she writhed beneath till the cock was fully seated inside of her.&nbsp; Cool as well, but still...&nbsp; Oh, god it nudged THAT spot.&nbsp; The one only Jon had ever hit before...&nbsp; "Oh, GOD!"&nbsp; Her hips arched as the cock hilted inside of her.&nbsp; Hitting her cervix a bit roughtly, making her cry one of pain and pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 01:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>You're so beautiful Reana, let them show you how much.</strong>" Jon says as he comes up for air, going back to work on her breasts with his mouth almost immediately. The nipple receives a tongue tour as he traces the areola with his living tongue.<br><br>Angela decides on a more direct approach then her predicessor and begins a simple in and out motion- trusting master and Reana's hot bloodedness to take care of the rest. The spot is never far from the "laid pipe"- never that far at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 02:26:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped softly as Jon tantalized her.&nbsp; Her body responding to the man's thrusts and Jon's - Master's - mouth by arching and writhing uncontrolably.&nbsp; She didn't know if she could SURVIVE such pleasures one after the other...&nbsp; Her body felt so hot...&nbsp; Like raw fire and the passion and lust around her only added fuel to the fire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 04:00:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A playful nibble on her nipple marks his other hand moving to her other breast- enjoying the feel of another of his women/pets squirming madly in delight. Angela can't help but feel a little jealous. Not that the Master hasn't done things just as pleasurable to her- just that he isn't doing it to her right this second.<br><br>Angela switches her pace from fast and hard to a slower one, making sure to hit the spot when she does.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 04:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A-Ahhh..."&nbsp; Reana gasped as her spot was hit inside, her body arching off of the bed.&nbsp; Dear god, did all the men he knew know how to...&nbsp; Well...&nbsp; Fuck???&nbsp; She whimpered and groaned out, her legs rubbing along the man's body, slowly working their way up with the intent of wrapping around him, wanting to bring him deeper.&nbsp; Her head was too fuzzy to notice anything femine.&nbsp; "Oh-God!"&nbsp; She whimpered and arched her body more for the thrusts, "M-More!&nbsp; Please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 04:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela continued her assault on Reana's sense of decency past, worried about the legs and signaling it to her master with stares. Jon breaks free of the nipple and nods.<br><br>"<strong>Reana, don't wrap your legs around him. He's wearing a condom, true- but he still should be ready to pull out of you at a moment's notice.</strong>"<br><br>His head moves up to let her tongue play along the top move ribs as he continues.<br><br>"<strong>Do that, and I'll be man number 5- I promise.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 05:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ready to pull out...&nbsp; She'd nearly forgotten...&nbsp; The pleasure.&nbsp; Her legs let go, she whimpered and planted her feet firmly as he promised to be the fifth man.&nbsp; She couldn't help but give a pleasure filled chuckle - "I don't...&nbsp; Ohhhh...&nbsp; Think I'm going...&nbsp; To last to the third!&nbsp; Much less fifth...&nbsp; Ohhhh...&nbsp; Oh, God!"&nbsp; Her body arched again.&nbsp; So close again to the edge...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 07:21:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And while Angela pounded away, a little jealous she was getting so much pleasure and a little happy it was her giving it to her, they both could feel that she was just on the edge- almost ready to cum again.<br><br>So Jon brought his head up and gave her a passionate, encouraging, almost fiery kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 23:14:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help it.&nbsp; The passion they gave her...&nbsp; The heat...&nbsp; The pleasure...&nbsp; She moaned into Jon's kiss before screaming, pleasure exploding inside of her as she went rigid underneath the two.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 03:53:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pleased with herself, Angela pulls out of her slowly- letting Reana give her full attention to her master as she lays in the throes of orgasm.<br><br>"<strong>Send in number 3,</strong>" Jon says, but he didn't have too. By the time he did Angela was already almost out of the room with Frieda waiting. The original idea was to just change the attachment to the strap on, just Jon has suggested to bring another pair of pants in case Reana let loose a lot of water. Now she was glad that he did.<br><br>Passing behind him and coming around to the bed, Frieda starts to take her position once more. This cock the smallest of the 3 so far- but by very little. She has however been rubbing it between her hands while she waited for her turn, warming it up a little. Smiling at her own cleverness, she crawls up into position and begins to push.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as the fullness inside of her was taken away, her body ebbing off in pleasure.&nbsp; She panted against his lips as he spoke to the man, whimpering helplessly beneath him.&nbsp; She was beginning to feel light headed from the pleasure given to her.&nbsp; So much all in one day, and then all in so short a time period...&nbsp; She gasped as she felt the third come, he felt warm as he pushed inside of her body, making her groan against Jon's lips softly.&nbsp; Need pierced her tone as he was smaller than the others, having been used to feeling filled in some way by Jon and his companions.&nbsp; Her hips arched to him, her body refusing to be anything other than wonton with the need she felt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 06:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frieda decides to use Reana's bucking hips to her advantage, starting immediately with a fast stroke to get her going hard. If she were a man she imagined he'd be trying to impress with agility, something along those lines.<br><br>Jon moves his head down and begins planting kisses on Reana's neck, reaching down her body- tracing major contours with his fingers along the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 16:13:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A-Ahhh...&nbsp; Oh, God," Reana whimpered as the third thrust fast into her body.&nbsp; Whimpering in pleasure, her world was beginning to go fuzzy...&nbsp; Perhaps she really WOULDN'T be able to handle a third!&nbsp; Her hips pushed up for him, making his thrusts easier to make as she whimpered at her master's touches and kisses.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 04:09:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Master smiles, pleased at how well the new pet was reacting. Sitting up a bit he never lets go of her hand- but the other pours out a glass of the neglected wine.<br><br>"<strong>I'm right here, you sound like you're loving this.</strong>" he adds- taking a sip. Frieda smiles as well, and tries her best to get Reana off once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 05:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't even answer, her head was so fuzzy.&nbsp; "Ohhh!&nbsp; Please...&nbsp; Mercy," she whimpered with a scream.&nbsp; The men never giving her enough time to go down, it didn't take her long - or take them much - to get her skyrocketing again.&nbsp; Her hips bucked as she gasped, writhing on the bed.&nbsp; True to what she'd said before however, she barely lasted the three.&nbsp; Her world going black again before she could calm down, going limp on the bed into unconsciousness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 06:43:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Well, shit. What are we going to do, Master?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>. . .Well, I did promise I'd untie her by 7. If she doesn't wake up until after then she'll wake up untied. But not unblindfolded.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Sir?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>I think I'll give her a choice. When she wakes up. 5 men with me being the fifth, remember?</strong>"<br><br>And with that, he waits. If it passes 7 before she wakes up he'll untie her- but the blindfold will stay on. And she'll then be asked a simple question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:37:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reana groaned softly, five minutes till seven.&nbsp; She tugged gently at her bonds, a little more lucid that time.&nbsp; Exausted somewhat, but lucid.&nbsp; She opened her eyes and looked at darkness.&nbsp; Closing her eyes again against the blindfold, she licked her dry lips.&nbsp; Considering a moment.&nbsp; Which should she call out?&nbsp; Jon or Master.&nbsp; Which would he rather?&nbsp; Considering the current circumstances...&nbsp; "M-master," she asked, mouth a little dry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:16:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A glass is brought to her mouth when she calls, and Jon wonders what to do next. Five to seven, right at the buzzer.<br><br>"<strong>You passed out again.</strong>" master comforts, offering her some of the wine.<br><br>"<strong>And I have to tell you, I still have you for a few minutes. Do you know what that means?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:26:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She made a soft squeak as he pressed the wine to her lips.&nbsp; Taking a greatful mouthful to help her dry mouth.&nbsp; She licked a drop that she left on her lips before answering him.&nbsp; "No, what does it mean," she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>It means man number 4 will get his chance after all.</strong>" he says, with a snap of his fingers. Angela, like Frieda having changed the baggy pants and strap-on cock for a different one, enters the room and circles to the foot of the bed.<br><br>"<strong>Think you are wet enough to continue?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:36:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If the blindfold had been off, her eyes would have widened.&nbsp; A surprised look overtook her face at his words before she blushed.&nbsp; She gave her lips another lick and her legs rustled, making her feel how wet she was.&nbsp; Still soaking somewhat from the men and pleasure before, she couldn't lie and could only nod that she was wet enough.&nbsp; She swallowed dryly, squirming a bit.&nbsp; She was wet, but far from being mentally ready - she was already so sated by them.&nbsp; "What happens when he's done," she asked him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:45:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>That depends,</strong>" Master admits, going in for a kiss as Angela readies herself and crawls onto the bed.<br><br>"<strong>On when you cum. I told you I would be the 5th, but if that's after 7 then- well, I did say I'd untie you.</strong>"<br><br>The strap on, warmed by rubbing, starts feeling up and down Reana's slit. She doesn't penetrate Reana, not yet. The master wanted her to wait for his signal first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 01:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She licked her lips, rolling her shoulders as much as she could in her restraints.&nbsp; "Maybe fifth after I'm untied," she said, trying to compromise, with a squeak as the fourth rubbed against her.&nbsp; She whimpered softly, her body reacting quickly to him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 11:26:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Remember the deal, you are mine until 7. So, at 7 we'll discuss it.</strong>" he responds, waving his hand. Angela begins to push inward.<br><br>"<strong>Trust me, you've loved this too much to complain- and that won't change.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 00:50:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as she felt the 'man' push into her body.&nbsp; That whimper soon turned into a moan of pleasure.&nbsp; She could only nod in response to all of his words as the man pushed all the way in, another moan coming from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 05:53:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon offers her another drink from his glass of wine, somehow finding her possible action and getting fucked a worthy sight.<br><br>Angela enjoys the sight obviously, and as soon as she'd sure it won't hurt Reana she picks up her pace. The master only had her until 7, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 17:15:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reana had barely gotten in a sip when the man began thrusting at a quick and hard pace.&nbsp; She yelped, a few drops of wine dipping down her lips as she cried out.&nbsp; She continued to cry out softly with every inward thrust, unable to hold anything in anymore.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 06:04:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>That's alright,</strong>" he encourages, "<strong>don't hold back.</strong>"<br><br>Angela picks up the pace, trying to get Reana off before that 7 o'clock buzzer.<br><br>"<strong>Let me know everything you are feeling.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 06:10:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"H-he's...&nbsp; Oh!" She gasped as she tried to do as told, her body arching for the 'man''s thrusts.&nbsp; "So good...&nbsp; Full...&nbsp; I feel so full...&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; Please!"&nbsp; She cried out as he quickened the pace, her body arching clear off the bed in attempts to meet him for a harder thrust.&nbsp; "M-Master," she gave a shriek, her barely lucid mind unable to believe she could be brought off so easily.&nbsp; A minute still left to go till 7 came.&nbsp; Her body tensed and froze as she came, her body giving out more juice - she'd be mortified if she knew how much she'd given in just one day - as her body squeezed and milked at the fake cock inside of her.&nbsp; She panted as she finally began coming down, her body resting like dead weight against the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 09:20:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela pulled out quickly, backing off the bed and taking a respectful bow to Master before leaving entirely.<br><br>"<strong>You did very well Reana,</strong>" he comforts, letting his hand go through her hair.<br><br>"<strong>And, there's a little time left- but not enough for me to finish making love to you if I was to start, so I'll give you a choice. I'll untie you at 7, as promised- but I'd like to be inside you when I do. What would you like?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 15:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered softly as the man pulled out.&nbsp; Licking her lips as he did.&nbsp; Her head pressed against her Master's hand as he pet her hair.&nbsp; Enjoying the feel of it.&nbsp; She still couldn't help but blush at his option...&nbsp; Though why she blushed, she wasn't sure of anymore.&nbsp; She supposed habbit.&nbsp; She licked her lips before nodding, "That...&nbsp; I like the sound of that, Master..."&nbsp; Her hips wiggled a bit on the sheets, eager even though her body was so sated still.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 00:21:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And with that he smiles, climbing up onto the bed slowly. Laying himself on top of her, gently, he undoes his pants and pushes them down- going to a deep sensual kiss.<br><br>And as promised, as 7 o'clock he unties her hands- making it a point to be exploring her mouth with his tongue while he does it.<br><br>"<strong>You can take the blindfold off now,</strong>" he finally says, letting his excited member rub against her entrance as he talks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 00:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned into his kiss, gasping softly as she felt his excitement against her.&nbsp; A soft groan came from her lips as he finally tuntied her, her arms rolling her tired shoulders before wrapping around his neck.&nbsp; She licked his lips softly as he talked, using a hand to push off the blindfold.&nbsp; Still in her hair, it pushed back her errant strands as she went in for another kiss from him.&nbsp; Her legs rubbed against the sides of his as she felt him rub against her intimately.&nbsp; Another moan coming from her as she waited for him to become number five.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 01:47:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Returning her kiss, his intimate rubs become probing pokes with his member as he seeks to line himself up without looking. The control he had over her, the charade he just pulled- it was a turn on in itself. It doesn't take long for him to become fully erect.<br><br>Sliding inside, he begins a gentle stroke.<br><br>"<strong>And number 5 begins, how does it feel?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:03:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She cried out as he slid inside, panting as he asked his question.&nbsp; "S-so big...&nbsp; So full...&nbsp; Feels..."&nbsp; Somehow, it felt better.&nbsp; He was warmer...&nbsp; His body closer...&nbsp; She could feel the heat...&nbsp; He was bigger as well, compared to the other men.&nbsp; "Master...&nbsp; Master please...&nbsp; I-I'm not going to break," she begged, wanting more.&nbsp; "P-please...&nbsp; Take more..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>No you're not, you've certainly proven that.</strong>" he comments, picking up his pace. He starts working it in deeper as well- just a little with every stroke but it was enough.<br><br>"<strong>Then here's more.</strong>" he adds, locking eyes and his hands behind her head- keeping her close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:51:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"S-stop it!&nbsp; Stop!&nbsp; Stop holding back," she whimpered as he still teased her.&nbsp; Yes...&nbsp; He may have just let her - made her - give her body to four different men.&nbsp; But she felt like he was still holding back what he could give to her as he took her body.&nbsp; "Please!&nbsp; Stop holding back," she gasped against his cheek, biting her lip as he thrust.&nbsp; He'd already seen to it she'd had more pleasure than she'd ever had in one day...&nbsp; She was wanting him to take his finally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 22:12:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon doesn't say anything in response, not at first. But the change in his behavior is almost instant. His thrusts become like a savage animal claiming a female, swift, powerful, and domineering.<br><br>"<strong>You want your Master to fuck you hard?</strong>" he asks, "<strong>I think I can arrange something,</strong>" he chuckles.<br><br>And the pleasure builds quickly from such an obedient sub. He's going to enjoy every second of this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 00:33:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body bowed from his thrusts as she could only scream in response.&nbsp; Her eyes opening to see his look, they widened before she went back to screaming as he thrusts so hard and quick into her body.&nbsp; She'd wanted him to let go for his pleasure...&nbsp; But she herself...&nbsp; Oh, God...&nbsp; It felt so good...&nbsp; If she were any less of a lady, she would have been drooling.&nbsp; "Y-Yes!&nbsp; Master!&nbsp; Mo-more!&nbsp; Everything!&nbsp; Please, g-give me everything," she cried out, whimpers coming from her.&nbsp; Her body jounced with each powerful thrust, if not for her hold on his neck, she might have been pushed up on the bed.&nbsp; The jounces kept her legs from wrapping around his waist as she cried out and screamed in her own pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 10:13:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And Master does, unflinchingly and unrelentingly. Grunts of pleasure escape his lips as Reana is subjected to the motions of a madman.<br><br>"<strong>I'm going to cum soon, are you going to cum with me?</strong>" he asks, as a familiar pressure begins to build in his stomach and balls. He's getting close, he could do it soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 18:03:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't hear his question, unable to reply as well for her wails of pleasure.&nbsp; They would be lucky if noone called the cops suspecting a homicide before the night was out.&nbsp; Her house was usually so quiet.&nbsp; Even if she could hear or answer, it wouldn't have mattered, her pleasure peaking almost before his question was through.&nbsp; Wails turned into a shriek as she held on tightly to him, her body freezing even as he kept thrusting hard into her tightening body.&nbsp; Her bedding would possibly prove unsavable as proof that the night happened, even more of her juices coming to stain the comforter beneath her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 00:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And that's all he needs, the final squeeze and intake of breath that pushes him over the edge. He locks his eyes onto hers, wanting to show every little bit of emotion as his orgasm empties into her and demanding to see the same state in return. It's like the floodgates opened as stream after stream flows out of him.<br><br>He grunts and groans in pleasure as he cums so hard the edges of his vision turn white.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:01:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered and panted beneath him, her eyes just grazing over his face as her body locked onto his.&nbsp; His eyes demanding the sight of hers she couldn't look away.&nbsp; Her face in helpless rapture as she finally began to come down only to be held onto by the feeling of his hot torrents inside of her body.&nbsp; A small cry came from her lips as this happened before finally the pleasure ebbed, letting her tense muscles relax her head falling back onto the pillows.&nbsp; She whimpered softly as her body went lax underneath him, barely able to move.&nbsp; Even with the rests in between...&nbsp; Cumming that much was too much for her.&nbsp; Though now...&nbsp; With so much sleep in her belt...&nbsp; She couldn't go back to sleep...&nbsp; <br><br>Shaking her hand went to his hair, wiping some out of his eyes.&nbsp; She wondered how often he took Angela and his other 'pet' like that...&nbsp; A selfish part of her hoped he never had - never would.&nbsp; Wanting him all to herself.&nbsp; Her master.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:31:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon let's his weight somewhat collapse onto her as the last weak spurts finish. Holding her close as the afterglow experience holds, his hands feel their way up and down her back as he smiles.<br><br>Inwardly, he chuckles. Did he just have vanilla sex in the missionary position for purposes of procreation? That's something to check off the list.<br><br>He says nothing at first, just pulling out when he deflates enough and tilts to a side- keeping his hold but putting his weight on the side instead.<br><br>"<strong>The earth move for you?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:35:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Didn't just move...&nbsp; Went at warp speed while experiencing an earthquake," she said, leaning up to nuzzle his chin.&nbsp; She could tell allready she'd be sore in the morning.&nbsp; Good or bad, only she would be able to tell once morning came.&nbsp; Not exactly something she looked forewards to, she thought.&nbsp; She whimpered as he pulled out, if she were any more lucid, she'd tell him to get back in there.&nbsp; Then again...&nbsp; Knowing him, maybe not.&nbsp; She didn't think she'd live through another round.&nbsp; She leaned up and pecked his chin with another kiss, "You know...&nbsp; Men usually at least buy me dinner before they even get me a kiss..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:45:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Accepting the kiss, and replying in turn- his next words have a bit of a joke in their words.<br><br>"<strong>Well, being as I sign your paychecks that is technically still true in my case.</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>Just a bit less direct then you probably envisioned.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>As for the others, they are waiting to meet you downstairs. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. Did you ever think that one day you'd get gang-banged by 5 men and love it?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Didn't think I'd be getting gang banged period...&nbsp; You expect me to WALK after that," she asked looking at him a bit like he was an insane man.&nbsp; Hell, a few moments before he was driving into her like one.&nbsp; She turned and cuddled against him.&nbsp; "You gunna stay here tonight?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 02:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Heh, good point,</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>and we can give my swimmers a head start to boot.</strong>"<br><br>Wrapping an arm around her to pull her close, he adds with a smile, "<strong>Would love too.</strong>" he replied honestly.<br><br>"<strong>And knowing them, they'd probably get curious and start listening in on us in a few minutes anyway. You did say you wanted to meet them, right?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 02:24:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded against his neck as she curled against him, "I did want to know who they were...&nbsp; Just in case..."&nbsp; She kissed his throat, "Don't suppose you could tell them to bring food, huh?"&nbsp; She giggled and kissed his throat again, pressing her body against his.&nbsp; "You sure know how to make a girl hungry, Master..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 02:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Would be easier with my cell phone,</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>Now where did my pants end up?</strong>"<br><br>He brings his head up off the bed and takes a look- spotting them on the foot of it balanced precariously.<br><br>"<strong>Ah, well- there's a puzzle. I'm going to kick my pants up here with my foot. Get ready to catch them.</strong>" he adds.<br><br>"<strong>One. . .two. . .THREE!</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 23:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked, able to see what he was going to do only a moment before he did it.&nbsp; "No!&nbsp; Do-EEP!"&nbsp; She ylped and ducked, his pants hitting the headboard as she looked up at him and hit him on the chest - a relatively weak hit.&nbsp; "Don't THROW things at me!&nbsp; You know I can't catch worth a damned!"&nbsp; She pouted up at him, a slight glare in her eyes.&nbsp; The glare didn't stay however.&nbsp; She was too well sated on sex to stay angry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 00:02:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling, he pulls his cell phone from his pants pocket and brings it up to his ear, hitting the speed dial number where she can't see.<br><br>"<strong>Yeah, it's me. Reana wants to meet the boys and we're kind of hungry. Bring up some food as well?</strong>" he asks Angela.<br><br>"<strong>Anything specific you have in mind?</strong>" he then passes on to Reana, actually feeling a bit peckish himself but not feeling picky either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 04:18:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pizza sounds good," she says, leaning up and kissing his lips gently.&nbsp; "Extra cheese, olives..."&nbsp; She smiled gently and kissed his lips again, and again, and again.&nbsp; As if making a game out of interrupting him, she kissed him every time he seemed about to say something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 04:56:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eventually he has too interrupt her kissing with a finger, but fortunately he only has too ask one question.<br><br>"<strong>You get all that?</strong>"<br><br>Getting confirmation, he hands up and starting returning the kisses- pulling her body tighter in during the process.<br><br>"<strong>So, nervous?</strong>" he ends up asking, an arm around her body so she couldn't get away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 20:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moans softly as he pulls her body against him, her body going willingly as she kissed him back.&nbsp; She gave a shake of her head, "No...&nbsp; You're here..."&nbsp; For some reason, he always made her feel safe.&nbsp; She supposed it was probably the cuts he'd saved her from.&nbsp; Sure, she pulled her weight, but she wasn't the best the office had had, or had been there the longest.&nbsp; The only thing she could think of was it was him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 22:40:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Yes, you can always trust master.</strong>" he responds, pressing their bodies together. He's silent for a while, just responding too and sneaking in kisses when he can. He was a bit fucked out, he wasn't trying not trying to make love again- just sharing body heat.<br><br>"<strong>Any thoughts to baby names?</strong>" he finally asks, long minutes later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 03:06:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded against his neck, "Yeah...&nbsp; At least for a girl...&nbsp; Rose Carolyn...&nbsp; Rose is my mother and I's favorite flower.&nbsp; She likes yellow, I like white...&nbsp; And Carolyn is my mother's name...&nbsp; She's the one who gave me the strength to do this...&nbsp; She raised me all alone.&nbsp; She made some mistakes, yes, but..."&nbsp; But they made their relationship and the two of them stronger as well.&nbsp; At least, that's what she believed.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; Haven't really been able to decide on a boy's name though...&nbsp; I want something strong but not too strong.&nbsp; Definately don't want something whimpy...&nbsp; He'll get made fun of if it is..."&nbsp; She sighed softly, "I keep thinking of good names, I even bought a few books...&nbsp; But one day something seems good and the next it seems horrible..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 05:21:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not coming up with any ideas himself, he finally just admits it.<br><br>"<strong>Hmm. . .pretty name for a girl. As for a boy, well- we have time.</strong>" he adds.<br><br>The sound of someone at the door comes from below. Is the pizza here?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 05:48:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles, leaning up and kisses his cheek.&nbsp; "Yeah, we've got plenty..."&nbsp; She gave a soft mewl as her body pressed against his, "You're so warm...&nbsp; Like a furnace...&nbsp; Where the hell were you when we had that snow storm and my electricity went out?"&nbsp; She said the last bit in a playful grouchy voice before giving a soft giggle.&nbsp; She went silent as she heard things below downstairs.&nbsp; "Pizza here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 18:49:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Probably at home, being entertained by my other pets.</strong>" he smirks back.<br><br>"<strong>And if they pizza is here the ladies will bring them up,</strong>" he adds, ready for the great reveal.<br><br>True to his word, Angela and Frieda bring up the pizza- not wearing tight fitting t-shirts, panties, dog collars, and nothing else. Some of Reana's plates are also in tow, as long with a couple 2 liters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 18:57:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked, looking at the two women.&nbsp; She'd thought...&nbsp; "I thought I was going to meet the men," she asked, giving him a quick look of confusion before hunger won out.&nbsp; Though...&nbsp; Her shyness won out before that as she grabbed onto the throw at the end of the bed and wrapped it around her torso to cover herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 18:59:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All three of the others smile as Frieda is the first to speak, a simple phrase coming from her lips.<br><br>"<strong>I'll go get them.</strong>"<br><br>In the mean time Angela starts making small talk.<br><br>"<strong>So, how was it?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 19:05:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reana blushed lightly, giving a nod, "It was... different...&nbsp; But..."&nbsp; Her blush deepened, passion gone, that was possibly the best answer that Angela was going to get.&nbsp; She gingerly crawled to the end of the bed, taking the pizza and plates from Angela and arranging it all on the bed.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 19:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Angela laughs, helping her with the plates as Jon leans forward. Making no move to cover up his nudity, he relaxes in the bed. Hell, all 3 of the women here have seen him naked- and would love to do so again.<br><br>"<strong>Relax Reana, we're all friends here.</strong>" he chuckles.<br><br>Frieda comes back, carrying a small carrying case.<br><br>"<strong>Well, you wanted to see the other men? Here they are.</strong>" she smiles opening the case.<br><br>Inside are two strap on hip holders and 4 fake dicks.<br><br>"<strong>Numbers One, two, three, and four. Used by Angela and myself taking turns.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Now you know how I knew only I could get you pregnant,</strong>" Jon adds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 19:39:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked, looking at the 'men'.&nbsp; She seemed stunned for a moment before a look of eerye calm came over her.&nbsp; "Angela, Frieda...&nbsp; Would you leave the room for a moment?"&nbsp; She then turned to him and gave him a glare, "I'm going to throttle you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 20:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Oh, I don't know about that Reana,</strong>" he chuckles, knowing full well he's in trouble. The ladies do move things off the bed so that there is no mess if this gets bad- but don't expect it.<br><br>"<strong>I mean, What exactly is so different about two women with strap-ons that you have met that is worse then 4 men that you have not met?</strong>" He leans back with his arms behind his head, enjoying the situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 06:06:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glares at him, "The part that's different is if it were four men you wouldn't have LIED to me."&nbsp; She shoved a pillow at him, clearly angry with him she stood up.&nbsp; Going downstairs, she didn't feel interested in the pizza as she had been.&nbsp; No, she wasn't interested in it because it was provided by him.&nbsp; The man who just lied to her.&nbsp; She knew she should have been happier that it wasn't actually four men.&nbsp; And she wasn't that adverse to women as bed partners, she'd just never been tempted because the only one's she'd ever been attracted to had been prettier (at least in her opinion) and she didn't think she could handle a relationship where her mate was prettier.&nbsp; Petty reason perhaps, but better safe than sorry.&nbsp; But it was the lie that grated on her nerves, boiled her up.&nbsp; <br><br>She went to the kitchen, not caring she was naked for her temper, and got a glass of milk and began making herself a sandwich.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 23:41:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ah hell, that was a possible reaction he should have expected. Of course he lied to her. That's exactly what he did.<br><br>The other ladies are surprised themselves, similar 'd'uh' expressions of something thought of too late.<br><br>Jon raises, heading down the stairs to talk to her. And he doesn't bother to put clothes on first either.<br><br>Hearing her angry sandwich making, Jon mans up and faces this head on.<br><br>"<strong>Reana, you're right. I did lie. The goal was to show you that I'll expand your boundaries but will have your safety in mind- and I am sorry that you feel hurt for it.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 00:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finishing making the sandwich right as he came downstairs, she fixed him with a glare as he came to the kitchen.&nbsp; She pouted and looked away from him, taking an angry bite.&nbsp; Thoughts swam through her head before she finally looked at him, not as angry but still spitting fire from her blue eyes, "I'll forgive you this time, Jon, but I swear to God.&nbsp; If you ever lie to me again, I'll make SURE my baby is the only baby you'll ever have."&nbsp; She took another bite of her sandwich as she realized that he was naked - and she was too.&nbsp; She'd been so angry storming out that she'd not realized she was naked.&nbsp; A blush that had nothing to do with her anger graced her cheeks as she looked away from him and too her patio doors, glad for once that they were mosiac like shower doors.&nbsp; She didn't have anyone that would look in, but it still made her feel more secure.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 07:11:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling a bit, he moves closer to her.<br><br>"<strong>Fair enough,</strong>" he responds, leaving out the reason behind the whole misadventure in the first place.<br><br>"<strong>But really, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful, Reana.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 07:46:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks up at him and pouts, liking the flattery - but also knowing it was just to get her to stop being angry.&nbsp; She looks away from him and takes another bite of her sandwich, this one a bit too big for her mouth but she chews and swallows it anyways after a minute.&nbsp; "I'm not ashamed, I'm just pissed because you lied, Jon.&nbsp; I don't like being lied to, in fact, I Hate being lied to. Capital 'H' Hate," she said, giving him a smaller glare than she had been.&nbsp; She'd forgiven him, but in her mind that didn't mean she had to be happy with him quite yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 19:31:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>My father used to say, a lie is when you're trying to get <em>out of</em> trouble while a joke is when you're trying to get <em>into</em> trouble.</strong>" he chuckles.<br><br>"<strong>But you're right, I don't think anyone likes it. I run things like that by you first in the future.</strong>" he promises. Cross his heart, hope to die.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 06:28:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked back at him, "Good."&nbsp; She finished off her sandwich in a few more bites - all intentionally larger than needed at that point.&nbsp; Angry with him and not sure she could pull of the 'teasing, angry seductress', she forwent that in trying to appear the 'angry ugly woman' that wouldn't appease to his sex drive for the time at least.&nbsp; She licked her lips after that, cleaning up before she looked upstairs.&nbsp; "Is there any pizza left," she asked, surprised she was still hungry.&nbsp; Apparently that much sex demanded a bigger appetite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 08:18:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>They probably just started on it.</strong>" he smiles- leading the way back up. And he was satisfied, for now. Maybe it was time to give something to the other pets when he could- but for right now, he was satisfied.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 04:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She followed him, seeing the pizza with her favorite topping - practically screaming at her to come get some.&nbsp; She sat on the bed with the girls and grabbed a slice, biting into it.&nbsp; "Mmm...&nbsp; My doctor would have had my hide if he saw me eating this," she said with a moan, glad that with the more...&nbsp; Natural way of making babies didn't require her to be on a diet that took away all her favorites.&nbsp; She licked her lips as she gave an appreciative moan and took another bite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 09:30:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Not mine,</strong>" Frieda jokes. Getting up, she gives her pantied ass a slap of approval.<br><br>"<strong>Just enough junk in the trunk to make it extra nice.</strong>" she adds, sitting back down for a bite. Angela just laughs, and Jon snickers.<br><br>"<strong>Well, mine would- but she's known for blowing some things out of proportion.</strong>" Angela adds.<br><br>Jon whistles innocently as he takes a bite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 12:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reana gave a small yelp of surprise (and a little pain) as her ass is slapped.&nbsp; "Hey!"&nbsp; She blushes at Frieda's joking and then the other's amusement at it.&nbsp; She gives a soft pout before grabbing another slice of pizza.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 17:39:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon's first slice is half gone as he innocently stays out of it. Well, not so innocently.<br><br>"<strong>Well, what are you waiting for- slap that ass right back Reana.</strong>" he chuckles, conveniently leaning against the head board and out of the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 19:11:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hers or yours," she asked playfully, laying on her belly and taking a bite of her second piece.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 20:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>An interesting question- which has a better chance of me watching make outs?</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>Or getting them?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Well. . .</strong>" Angela calls out. Heh, all he really had to do was ask.<br><br>"<strong>Ah, never mind.</strong>" he picks up on, pondering his next question.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 15:38:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She raised her eyebrow at him before looking at the girls, blushing a bit then.&nbsp; She...&nbsp; Didn't think she was quite ready for that.&nbsp; Angela was her 'type' looks wise, prettier than her, but Heidi had the type of personality she wished Angela had for what would be a 'full package'.&nbsp; Ok, she decided.&nbsp; Not getting into that.&nbsp; At least not tonight.&nbsp; She looked at him, giving a devilish grin, "I suppose after a good spanking, I might be ready to fully forgive you for earlier."&nbsp; She finished off her pizza, "That...&nbsp; Might lead to a make out session..."&nbsp; She looked at him, wondering if he was willing to take what he was willing to dish out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 02:09:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Then get over my knee,</strong>" he chuckles- either not understanding that she means or knowing and given just enough verbal leeway to lawyer his way out.<br><br>"<strong>Hey. . .</strong>" Angela slowly lets out, like she was slow and just caught on to something being a little off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 03:43:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, a look that said, 'I know you're not that stupid.'&nbsp; &nbsp;And she meant it for both ways.&nbsp; She pointed along the center of the bed. "Lay down...&nbsp; I think all us girls deserve a good whack at your rear end."&nbsp; She grinned at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 09:46:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon thinks on it for a second, and makes a decision.<br><br>What the hell, just a bit of a fun.<br><br>"<strong>I warn you, I got a few on the inside.</strong>" he chuckles. And he accepts his fate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 13:52:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, a few on the inside?&nbsp; Did that mean the girls, or he had a few soft spots on the inside of his rear end?&nbsp; Either way, she looked at the girls, waving her hand, she gave them rights to the first wack.&nbsp; They'd known him longer after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 00:17:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girls chuckle, knowing exactly what he meant.<br><br>"<strong>Oh really Jon?</strong>" Frieda steps up. The voice is playful, utterly lacking in anything serious.<br><br>"<strong>You think we are on your side?</strong>"<br><br>Angela giggles as well, "<strong>I mean, this opportunity doesn't come by often.</strong>"<br><br>Frieda is the first to take advantage of it with a good swat.<br><br>"<strong>You traitors,</strong>" Jon chuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 02:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hm...&nbsp; How many do you girls think will make up for everything he's done," she asked.&nbsp; "Five each?&nbsp; Ten?"&nbsp; She grinned down at his rear, trailing her finger gently down the lightly flushed area that Frieda made with her swat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 10:11:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon raises an eyebrow and says nothing, amused by the whole scenario. For now, heh.<br><br>"<strong>5's plenty, I got no complaints personally- but how often do we get an opportunity like this?</strong>" Frieda responds.<br><br>"<strong>Some disciplinarian you are.</strong>" Angela ribs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 19:00:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles, "Dunno...&nbsp; We do want him to be able to sit tomorrow..."&nbsp; She gives Jon a grin, "Five each, fifteen total.&nbsp; Sounds fair enough for one night."&nbsp; She smiles, "How about we have Jon count them out?&nbsp; Just to make sure we don't loose count?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 11:20:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>I'll cheat,</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>But Frieda won't- too much of a head for numbers to take advantage of it.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Thank you, sir.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Don't mention it, part of what makes you a good accountant.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 03:04:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and gave his leg a gentle pinch before nodding at Frieda.&nbsp; "Allright then.&nbsp; Freida, counts."&nbsp; She chuckles gently and leans back a little, intending on giving the girls their wacks first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 06:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>The things I do for lust.</strong>" he chuckles. A breath in, a breath out. . .<br><br>And Frieda interrupts with a ass slap.<br><br>"<strong>That's my second, figured I should go first since I already started.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 14:45:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly and nodded, laying along Jon's body, her feet towards his head and her head towards his hind parts as she looked appreciatively.&nbsp; "That was a good one," she remarked, with no disagreement to Frieda's choice.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 12:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As if spanking a grown man's ass didn't have as ulterior a motive as there can be on the surface, he chuckles as he wonders if there's more. More reason, more going on here then just basic "payback" for sins they had asked him to commit against them anyway for the most part.<br><br>Frieda's 3 and forth happen in rapid succession, and her hands takes a bit too long to leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 04:01:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled softly at the third and fourth.&nbsp; She couldn't help but admire his rear end as the girls took their turn.&nbsp; She wasn't normally a 'butt girl', but his behind...&nbsp; Yum.&nbsp; She gave a cocked grin and continued watching.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 02:45:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frieda gives her fifth then steps back, tagging Angela- who apparently has been waiting for this day for a long time. Her swats are much more . . . spirited then Frieda's.<br><br>"<strong>Damn, what he do to you?</strong>" Frieda chuckles.<br><br>"<strong>Nothing, I'm just not going to get this opportunity again so why waste it.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 15:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rea laughed at that comment, giving her boss's rear end a good rub as it came to her turn.&nbsp; "I should have said items were allowed.&nbsp; I've got a belt that would do wonders," she said half joking before giving him a good hard swat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 11:46:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Belts are a gateway.</strong>" he chuckles in response, it all being harmless fun. Stopping himself from giving further ideas.<br><br>"<strong>11,</strong>" Frieda responds, giggling to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 18:02:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and admired the pink of his rear after the swat before promptly, in rapid succession, doing much like Angela had done.&nbsp; Four hard thwacks all in a row before her hand finally smoothed over his rear end.&nbsp; She smiled as Frieda counted them out, "And let that be a lesson to you, 'Master'."&nbsp; She giggled and stood to go over to the pizza and taking another slice to bite into it.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 12:05:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon acts like a little boy who is disappointed that he got caught with his hands in the cookie jar. For comedic effect, obviously and completely.<br><br>"<strong>Right, don't get caught.</strong>" he snickers as he breaks the act, going for some food himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 16:38:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If he'd been close enough, she would have given him another swat, but she settled for giving his side a pinch.&nbsp; More a tickle than anything else before sitting on her bed and eating yet another slice of pizza happily.&nbsp; "Mmmm...&nbsp; God, do you know how long it's been since I've had pizza?"&nbsp; She looked as if she could die happily right then and there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 11:57:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>3 years, 5 months, and 2 weeks.</strong>" Jon tosses out.<br><br>"<strong>. . .seriously, you know that?</strong>" Angela asks.<br><br>"<strong>No, not even a clue- just guessing.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 00:42:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She only chuckled, leaning back against the headboard.&nbsp; A little embarrassed to be naked in front of three people - old habits died hard - but she stuffed that embarrassment away for the meantime.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 12:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And when the time came, after a while of shenanigans comparatively innocent to what else has been done that evening. He was however telling the truth when he said one thing- Angela and Frieda did eventually have to go because there was work tomorrow. But he stayed the night.<br><br>---<br><br>The dawn broke through the windows. Slowly and surely as the new day promises/threatens to overtake them. Not like he cared to much.<br><br>Still, the odds of both of them calling in sick? He inwardly chuckled at "the scandal". He starts to move around as he considers whether work was going to happen today.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 23:06:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reana moaned gently as she was disturbed by his movements.&nbsp; His right arm completely in her grasp.&nbsp; Sometime in the night, she'd plastered herself to it like a child seeking comfort.&nbsp; Her body totally curled around his arm, her arms wrapped around it, her back curled so that her legs could wrap around his wrist.&nbsp; As she felt him move, her legs unbound his wrist to let her lengthen out her body and press against him more, her back against his side.&nbsp; She seemed so warm and content, she didn't seem to want to get up at all, any responsibilities forgotten.&nbsp; If Jon remembered, she'd made a few 'sick days' when she'd first began dating her ex-fiance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 23:45:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon couldn't help but smile as the lovely lady spread out along his side. Heh, looked as if it was going to happen he'd be late at best. Shuffling onto his side as well- his arm still firmly in her grasp- he lets his awakening cock rest against her ass.<br><br>"<strong>Morning Rae. How'd you sleep?</strong>" he comforts, motioning his body the rub a bit against her ass. There's an unspoken question, asking for a round of wake-up sex to start the day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 23:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She made a soft groaning sound as he spoke, rousing her from the sleep she fought so hard to keep.&nbsp; She opened her eyes and looked at him sleepily, "Well...&nbsp; You?"&nbsp; Her body then shifted and she froze with a blush, surprised by what she felt poking at her rear end.&nbsp; After a moment, a bashful smile appeared before she lifted up her head enough to kiss his nose.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 13:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Great, nice and warm.</strong>" he chuckles a bit, slowly raising one of her legs on top of his own. Spread as she is, his intentions are unmistakable but he looks to her eyes- to get a little more confirmation.<br><br>"<strong>And hopefully a little warmer.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 16:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small gasp comes from her lips as his intentions are made fully unmistakable.&nbsp; A small shiver goes through her body as she turns her head just a little more to kiss his lips, one of her hands reaching down to gently guide his tip towards her entrance.&nbsp; Her body still wet from the nights events - she probably needed a shower more than a morning romp - she didn't worry about anything else.&nbsp; "I wouldn't mind...&nbsp; Getting a little warmer..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 12:42:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, Jon begins pushing into her body with his prick- slowly and gently this time. The desperate need to fuck long gone from last night's fun- this time he was just going to take his time and savor the moment.<br><br>"<strong>Let's see if I can warm you up a bit from the inside,</strong>" he chuckles- keeping up the innuendo. The hand she laid on begins exploring her breasts once more while he keeps up the exchange of kisses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 03:36:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasps gently as he pushes inside so slowly.&nbsp; Something her past lover wouldn't have done.&nbsp; A long and slow moan draws out from her as he keeps moving so slowly, her body trembling slightly.&nbsp; "God, Jon," she moaned with a whimper, her fingers leaving her entrance to grasp the sheets beneath them.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 13:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>How's it feel?</strong>" Jon asks, "<strong>Tell me.</strong>"<br><br>The slow motions continue- achieving as much depth as he can with the initial entry. He starts putting kisses on her neck as the slow love making starts in earnest. The mode just perfect for an early morning romp.<br><br>"<strong>Let me hear how it makes you feel.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:45:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he kissed her neck, his body still moving inside of her.&nbsp; She trembled lightly at his questions, her breath quickening slightly as she searched for the words.&nbsp; "I-it feels...&nbsp; It feels so full...&nbsp; Warm inside...&nbsp; Feels good," she whimpered out gently leaning her body back against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 11:56:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His motions speed up a little as he gets a rhythm established, a hand reaching underneath her body to play up and down her sides slowly. The other hand holds her close and keeps exploring from the top.<br><br>"<strong>That's what I like to hear.</strong>" he whispers back, paying attention to her ears.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 01:22:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yes...&nbsp; Yes..."&nbsp; She moaned softly, letting her body lean into his caressing embrace, her fingers holding a death grip on her sheets from the slow pleasure.&nbsp; "So good," she told him, her body giving a tremble as he played with the top half of her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 10:14:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally coming clear of her sides- the hand from below reaching up to cup her breast. The other hand coming from above caresses the other breast as well, but it begins to work it's way downward.<br><br>"<strong>You feel great too,</strong>" he says in hear ear, whispering as gently as his fingers played.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 18:16:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped gently as he cupped and caressed her breasts with his hands.&nbsp; Her hands reached for his, gently holding onto his wrists as she tried to keep her mind.&nbsp; She felt like she'd loose her mind, the way he touched her, took her...&nbsp; Every touch and thrust slowly burned into her.&nbsp; Slowly built up into her...&nbsp; "God, Jon...&nbsp; So good," she whimpered and gave out a sharp cry, the tension building up till she thought she would snap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 07:44:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hand on one of her breasts continues a downward journey, letting her own hand along for the ride. From her breasts he follows the contours of her body, downward and downward to that tight stomach where his seed had hopefully taken root and going further.<br><br>"<strong>You deserve it,</strong>" he simply replies, whispering in her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 06:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered before her breath hitched into her throat, feeling his hand journey down, she trembled gently in his arms, her body nestling back against him as he kept moving slowly inside.&nbsp; How could this feel so good?&nbsp; It never felt so good before.&nbsp; As she shifted, a small gasp was torn from her lips as his cock, burried so deep inside of her, began pushing against something that made her eyes explode.&nbsp; Well, not the best choice of words, her head said to her as she restaed it in her head.&nbsp; No, fireworks were dancing behind her eyelids and she couldn't have been happier about it.&nbsp; "O-Ohhhh...&nbsp; Ohhhhh...&nbsp; Jon...&nbsp; J-Jon, please," she whimpered, the increased pleasure pushing her to beg for more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 08:19:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon responds without a single word. A kiss on the back of her neck maybe- but not a single word. The hand below finds it's target- rubbing along the sides of her entry as his cock works in and out. His pace picks up as he rubs, syncing up in time with each other easily.<br><br>The other hand speeds up circular motions with her breasts, smoothly and with calculated speed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 20:19:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as his fingers found her sex and his.&nbsp; "J-JON," she cried out, "Jon!&nbsp; Jon!"&nbsp; Her world finally exploded around and inside of her as her body dripped and spasmed around him.&nbsp; She gasped and screamed and writhed against him as her fingers tore her sheets asunder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 09:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slows down while she cums- giving her a little push to keep going but not push her out of it yet either. His hand at her sex stops completely, but just for now. Same with the one at her breast- stopping for now but just for now. His head leans in and starts kissing her neck, planting small ones to play with her nerves as her orgasm rocks her body.<br><br>"<strong>Keep going Reana, let's see how far you can go.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 18:08:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If she'd had the mind to think, she'd think the man who was taking her so deliciously was evil as he nearly stopped.&nbsp; Her body writhed begging for more even as she slowly petered out of her blissful state, quicker it seemed than when he urged her on, but still going on when other women would have already been let down.&nbsp; She gasped softly for breath besides him, panting before she pouted up at him.&nbsp; "Y-You stopped," she whined softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 07:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Just to keep you from overstimulating, Reana.</strong>" he smiles, picking up the pace with his cock once more. The hand at her honey pot starts moving once more as well- rubbing gently as a reminder of what more he has given.<br><br>His other hand though doesn't begins messaging her breast again, but instead scoots up her body slowly with a destination in mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 14:03:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Overstim-Oh," she couldn't finish her question as he started up once again.&nbsp; He was so big...&nbsp; His pace smooth and seamless.&nbsp; Perfect inside.&nbsp; She was oblivious to his hand as it moved upward, moaning loudly as his other hand moved over her sex. "Jooon," she groaned, resting her head against his shoulder.&nbsp; Her body trembled and she moaned, her body begging him as her hips writhed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 11:38:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His pace remains strong, going deeper with each thrust but keeping the same speed. A finger from the hand at her sex plays upward- gently rubbing against her clit once. Twice.<br><br>The other hand reaches the side of her head- a finger working it's way around to the front of her face, tracing along her lips slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 05:15:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She panted softly as his fingers traced along her lips, her body shaking gently as he continued to take her.&nbsp; She'd never been taken so meticulously.&nbsp; He knew every touch that would make her needy and tremble.&nbsp; Every caress that would shoot her off like a rocket.&nbsp; "Jon," she whimpered, clinging to the bed as if it would save her sanity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 13:02:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon uses the hand on her lips for a new purpose, turning her head just so. Planting a kiss on those lips he begins using his tongue to explore her mouth as his cock explores her sacred place. And his pace picks up a little more as he does it, trying to to sync his breathing with it as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 16:38:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes popped open as he kissed her.&nbsp; His mouth not only kissing...&nbsp; But seeming to claim her just as his cock did.&nbsp; She whimpered and moaned at the feel of it.&nbsp; Crying out into the kiss as his pace picked up inside of her.&nbsp; She began to pant for needed breath through her nose as the kiss continued.&nbsp; His movements, so shortly after she had allready cum, set her off again around his cock, making her scream as her thighs became drenched in her juices, even dripping to the sheets.&nbsp; She pulled away from his mouth to gasp and cry out again in pleasure as her body squeezed his tight, milking at his cock with all it could muster as she came.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 10:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hand at her head let's her scream wildly for a while. God, her cumming on his cock felt heavenly. Instantly put that much closer to his own orgasm his pace becomes more bestial then anything else as he uses that hand to move her face. To lock their eyes together.<br><br>"<strong>Come on Reana, I'm so close- I'm so ready to give you mine. Just give me one more. Can you do that? Just give me one more.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 05:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh...&nbsp; Ahhh..."&nbsp; She whimpered wordlessly as he pulled her head back to look at him, turning her shoulders to keep from wrenching her neck.&nbsp; Her body trembled madly besides him, so overcome.&nbsp; She wanted too tell him she couldn't cum again.&nbsp; That she felt like she would break.&nbsp; But...&nbsp; She was too taken.&nbsp; Too taken in by his actions.&nbsp; His words.&nbsp; "A-AAHH," she screamed again as she came a final time.&nbsp; Her body clamping to an almost painful degree around his cock.&nbsp; If her bed wasn't drenched the night before, it was drenched then with her cum.&nbsp; She trembled as she finally came down, her body limp besides him as she whimpered softly from the shocks that continued to take over her body.&nbsp; She panted hard, catching the breath he'd stollen from her.&nbsp; "OH," she yelped as the pleasure faded, his body still inside.&nbsp; "Ow!&nbsp; Ow!"&nbsp; She yelped, trying to wriggle away from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 05:07:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Heh, he expected some more time between the second and third orgasm of hers. Not that it changed things, really. The moment she started to scream Jon's sperm starts gushing out- his own orgasm sounds quiet grunts in comparison but no less obvious all the same. Even with the times he came last night he still prides himself on an impressive load. When she starts wriggling to get off his pole, he's done and softening.<br><br>"<strong>Alright, alright- careful.</strong>" he smiles, the lizard part of his brain considering her well fucked. He starts helping to remove himself, slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 05:18:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Perhaps too well fucked as her well fucked hole stinging like she...&nbsp; She blinked as she gave another whimper, realizing what it felt like.&nbsp; In such a nerve rich area...&nbsp; It felt even worse than normal.&nbsp; Much worse than normal.&nbsp; "Y-you..."&nbsp; She wasn't even sure how to say it, "You sprained me!"&nbsp; She whimpered as she tried to relax her internal muscles to keep it from hurting.&nbsp; She pouted indignantly as she whimpered as her body tightened again in response to the pain, her rear end wiggling against him in response.&nbsp; "Owwwww..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 00:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Oh jeez, I'm sorry.</strong>" Jon honestly apologizes, backing off a bit but giving her ass a good rub as he does it.<br><br>"<strong>I'm thinking a warm bath to relax those muscles. Sounds like it will help. Unless you have other ideas.</strong>" he admits a bit confused. He's not a fan of hurting his partners- unless they ask him too of course.<br><br>"<strong>So lay back, try not to let any of my sperm get out- I'll be back to get you.</strong>" he finishes, starting to climb off the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 00:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help a pained giggle, muttering, "I-I didn't even know I COULD get sprained there...&nbsp; Owww..."&nbsp; She stayed still as he moved away, turning onto her back with a whimper.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 05:45:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Doesn't happen very often,</strong>" he admits, "<strong>Not that I know of.</strong>"<br><br>He leaves the room for a moment, finding the bathroom close by. Turning on the water, he sets it for definitely warm but short of scalding before returning. The pace was fast, but there was a little time before it would fill completely.<br><br>"<strong>Calling a doctor might be a good idea,</strong>" he says when he comes back, "<strong>But it's probably one of those things that's more annoying then harmful.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 14:46:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, wincing gently, "Yeah...&nbsp; That might be a good idea...&nbsp; Guess it's possible to fuck too much, huh?"&nbsp; She gave him a soft smile to say she'd be okay.&nbsp; Wincing again as a pang of pain from the sprain affected her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 12:28:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>News to me,</strong>" he jokes back, coming closer to the bed. This would have to be timed carefully but he thought he could do it. And do it well, thank you very much. Coming to her side- he lowers his arms and offers to carry her.<br><br>"<strong>I do think the soak should be ready just in time, want to walk or should I carry you.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 15:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bit her lip at the idea of walking, not sure if she could with the way her...&nbsp; Parts were feeling.&nbsp; She rolled to her side and reached out a hand to him, "Carry please!"&nbsp; She gave him a bright smile before wincing at another pang.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 12:28:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smirking, he reaches down and picks her up in a fireman's carry. He chuckles a bit as an image occurs to him.<br><br>"<strong>Heh, minus the part about my cum dripping from your pussy- I wonder what this could be reminiscent of?</strong>"<br><br>And the timing is going just perfect if he did it right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 21:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"H-Hey," she whimpered as he picked her up in such an odd way.&nbsp; Carrying her over his shoulders.&nbsp; "E-Easy," she said, biting her lip.&nbsp; "No...&nbsp; What is it?"<br><br>((Did you mean fireman's carry or did you mean the bride carry?))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 02:44:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[OOC: Possibly the other one. Awkward.]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 15:01:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed at his words, it would perhaps be a while before she herself could refer to such...&nbsp; Parts, so openly.&nbsp; She wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked her up, quirking her head a she thought of the question.&nbsp; "Um...&nbsp; No, what," she asked, her full lips pouting softly at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 09:38:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Pretty sure I saw it in a movie once.</strong>" he quips, avoiding the obvious.<br><br>"<strong>One of the Robin Hoods I think.</strong>"<br><br>He snickers a bit, letting the joke ride.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 20:53:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, "Robin Hood?&nbsp; What are you talking about?"&nbsp; She pouted softly before squeaking as she felt some of their cum leak.&nbsp; One of her arms let go of him in order to grip herself, to keep herself from dripping onto the carpet or rugs as he carried her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 11:59:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>The dashing hero carrying off the maiden from the clutches of the villain,</strong>" he quips, taking a few steps to show off his moves.<br><br>"<strong>Of course, in the movies the fucking until she's full of cum is after this part- but you get the idea.</strong>"<br><br>The bathtub was filling nicely- a little faster then he was planning but not bad enough to be a problem. Smirking, he gets close and takes a knee.<br><br>"<strong>You may want to reach in and turn it off.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 16:14:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed lightly at his words, especially his smirk.&nbsp; "Something tells me you're more a dashing villain than a dashing hero," she told him with a pout before she kissed his chin then reached for the faucet on her tub.&nbsp; Turning off the water and letting her hand trail through it as she waited for him to place her in it.&nbsp; "Mmm...&nbsp; Nice and hot," she murmured.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 12:04:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And he does place her in it, slowly and gently while trying to keep as much of his cum in her as he could.<br><br>"<strong>Depends on the other guy.</strong>" he quips, readying her final submergence before letting go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 18:23:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Or maybe the girl," she told him as he let her in.&nbsp; She moaned softly at the water, stretching out her legs a moment before smiling at him.&nbsp; Still not letting him go.&nbsp; Her hands clasped behind his neck, she pulled him closer so she could kiss his lips gently.&nbsp; "And I think you would make a good hero or villain..."&nbsp; She grinned at him before letting go.&nbsp; "Mmm...&nbsp; The water feels good..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 09:22:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He's not satisfied with that, and when she lets him go he responds being going in for another kiss. Longer, deeper, more intimate then the first. A hand enters the water and begins working up her stomach, starting to look for the lower side of her breasts.<br><br>"<strong>Would hope so, I like keeping my options open,</strong>" he snickers, adding a bit of a fondle.<br><br>"<strong>You think we made a baby today or yesterday?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 00:20:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She keened softly as he kissed her.&nbsp; A kiss that had her head swimming, it even took her a moment to realize he was touching her breast, and a moment more then to realize his question.&nbsp; "Uhm..."&nbsp; With how much cum had been pushed into her over the last twenty four hours, she wouldn't be surprised.&nbsp; "It could be possible," she said with a blush, tapping her toe against the tub she wished was bigger every time she got into it.&nbsp; Not enough room to stretch out in.&nbsp; "We won't know for at least a week yet, though.&nbsp; That's the earliest I think most tests can tell.&nbsp; And even then, it depends on the time of the month as well," she said softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Yeah, I know the science of it.</strong>" he replies, going from brushing to full-fledged fondling.<br><br>"<strong>What's your instinct tell you?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:24:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he fondled, laying her head back against the tile.&nbsp; "Ohh...&nbsp; Mnmmm...&nbsp; My instincts aren't telling me much," she said with a blush as she continued on, embarrased by her own boldness, "But my body is hoping for a few more weeks..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Mine too,</strong>" he admits, feeling her body a little more. God, that was a fun night and a great way to wake up. He pauses his speech, if not his hands, to consider something- but seems to decide against it.<br><br>"<strong>Hmm. . .I really should at least make an appearance at the office. Are you going to be okay?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 04:55:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should be," she told him, "I'll just soak here some more...&nbsp; I'll head to the doctor's after a nap to make sure you didn't break anything down there."&nbsp; She gave him a wry grin before leaning up to kiss his lips gently.&nbsp; "You sure you'll be okay without me?&nbsp; I think I'll be taking the day off."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 05:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>I just I could be in that conversation- 'what's wrong miss?' 'Got fucked too hard'.</strong>" he quips.<br><br>"<strong>Seriously though, call my office when you want to go- I can get someone to drive if you need it.</strong>" he responds, returning the kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 03:52:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll be fine on my own," she told him, giggling at how protective he was.&nbsp; She ran a finger up and down his arm.&nbsp; "You go on, there's a shower down stairs if you want to wash up, I'll finish up here and take a nap before going to the doctor."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 04:53:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Alright,</strong>" he concedes, "<strong>I get the idea.</strong>"<br><br>The smirk on his mouth tells of his understanding all right, no hard feelings- no pun intended- just time's up for now.<br><br>"<strong>Good Luck.</strong>" he gives, one less stolen brief kiss- and he starts to rise to head to that shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 04:14:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and watched him go, finishing her bath before getting out on shakey legs.&nbsp; For the rest of the day, she did as she said she would.&nbsp; She took her nap, and went to her doctor - a gyno, of course.&nbsp; Making sure everything was allright down there where she ached.&nbsp; She didn't know whether ot laugh and giggle at her doctor's orders or be struck sober.&nbsp; No sex for a week, and after that, nothing so...&nbsp; Trying for another.&nbsp; She wondered how Jon would feel about her orders to be gentle.&nbsp; He was either going to love it, she thought, knowing he'd like to tease the mickey out of her.&nbsp; Or, he'd hate the idea of not being able to let go.&nbsp; It was a tough call from what she knew of him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office Master (Milanthe and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 03:54:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jon had done some tricky work at the office. Frieda informed him that the money was officially all cycled back in. That was good. Now he'd have to see how people would notice and he'd had an interesting moment or two to straighten out. But straighten out he did. He thought about calling Reana but though to hold on that, at least until after hours.<br><br>Picking up the phone for entirely different reasons, he makes a few other calls to make sure a few other things worked out.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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