Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart & Dread D)
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				Title: <strong>Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 03:33:55</strong>
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				Kyle Bates was sitting in his executive office. He was scanning through paperwork on his desk. It had been a long day. Now, he had to deal with this problem? It had to be done, though. It was part of his job as a junior executive to deal with inter-office problems. He sighed and spun his chair around. His brown hair was starting to gray and his green eyes looked tired. <br><br>Kyle stared out through his office's wall of tinted windows. The sun was setting and casting a slightly darker shade of orange into the room. Glancing at his watch, he sighed. Nancy would be angry that he'd be home late for dinner again. He was getting rather tired of it, to be honest. Where was that damn woman? He wanted this over with. He was relieved to hear his intercom buzz. He spun around and pressed the button.<br><br>"Yes, Valerie?"<br><br>"She's arrived, sir."<br><br>Kyle nodded. "Good, send her in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 04:26:17</strong>
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				Margaret walked slowly down the hall, pausing a moment to wink at one of her co-workers as they leaned out of their cubicle to watch her go by.&nbsp; She loved the attention, but really, the cubicle dwellers of this place were just too easy.&nbsp; She could have any of them, she suspected, any of the men were at her beck and call.&nbsp; She had not taken advantage of any of them, not yet.&nbsp; Not enough reward for the risk they might get caught, but she loved it when they looked.&nbsp; The neck of her dresses had been getting lower and lower lately, flaunting more and more of the rather massive breasts she was so proud of.&nbsp; She was hoping to catch the eye of someone in upper management.<br><br>It wasn't, really, that she was bad at her job.&nbsp; She was good at it, she knew what she was doing, and if she wanted to excel she likely could, but it wasn't fun enough, it wasn't...&nbsp; Challenging enough, doing her work didn't give her that same thrill knowing that most of the department was at her beck and call.<br><br>Which brought Margret to today's choice of outfit.&nbsp; It wasn't business appropriate at all, but it was scandalously appealing to all the men she worked with.&nbsp; The top was of black, shined leather, closely fitted to her form, unzipped just low enough to give anyone who wanted it an eyeful of her cleavage, and a little extra tease added in.&nbsp; The frilled edge of her bra stuck up, just barely, on both sides, near the base of the cleavage she was flaunting, a pair of little flags of red to draw attention just where she wanted it.&nbsp; The outfit left her trim midriff exposed, her hips accented by matching leather shorts, and her entire form accented by a carefully fitted pair of black heels.<br><br>She glanced in a cubicle mirror as she walked by, examining her flowing, shoulder length blond curls, and her makeup.&nbsp; Her tongue skated over her ruby painted lips, driving her coworker to mild distraction, before she turned to continue her walk.&nbsp; She had been called in to Mr. Bates's office.&nbsp; If it was one of the other higher ups she would have been happier, he was actually in the most secure relationship of them all, really, so it was unlikely he had come a courting...&nbsp; But if he intended to upbraid her for her outfit today, she'd make sure he found a new...&nbsp; Fondness for it.&nbsp; She licked her lips again, relishing the idea of the challenge as she entered his office, closing the door behind her, locking it stealthily, quietly, before she walked over to his desk, letting her hips sway just a little, seeing if he would watch the teasing bob of her breasts as she moved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 06:02:23</strong>
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				Kyle stood up, nervous. He knew Margaret had a record for courting all the men in her department. He wasn't sure what to expect from her yet. It was that reason alone that made him uncomfortable. He was at a serious disadvantage. The fact that she undeniable attractive did not help, either. It was not an easy situation to be with, as it required tact and wit.<br><br>Kyle made his way to the front of his desk. It was best to make a strong appearance, he decided. He needed all the higher ground he could get. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He jumped slightly. He glanced at it. It was Nancy. He swallowed hard. <em>Wow, Kyle. Relax a little. Everything's fine.</em> He answered the phone on the third ring.<br><br>"Hello, dear."<br><br>There was a few minutes on silence from him as his wife vented her frustrations at him. Kyle stood there, silently nodded submissively. When she finally finished and asked for an explanation, he gave it to her meekly. It was a sad display, like watching an elephant flee from a mouse. This was how it had always been, except in the bedroom. It was the only exceptable place for it, in his opinion. He brought home the bread, he should be in charge. Yet, he stood there consoling her. It was sick.<br><br>"I promise. I will be home as soon as I take care of this last issue. It'll be short." Kyle heard the sound of heels outside the door, "Okay. Well, I have to go. I love you and I'll see you tonight."<br><br>He quickly closed his phone and turned to face the door. Margaret was already in his office and heading towards him. He cussed under his breath. She had a very cocky vibe to her. He wasn't sure if it was because she had caught him in such a meek position or just if she just had that sort of personality naturally. He cleared his throat and gestured at the two red velvet seats across from is desk. Kyle sat down behind it.<br><br>"Now, I'm sure you know why you're here, Miss Margaret?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 06:37:51</strong>
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				She settled into the chair calmly, letting just a hint of her tongue sneak over her lips, leaning forward, rest her arms on his desk, and her breasts atop them, pushing them further forwards, further accenting her cleavage, her temptations as she watched him evenly.<br><br>"No, I'm afraid not.&nbsp; Whatever is the matter?"<br><br>Margaret asked as innocently as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 07:35:08</strong>
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				Kyle, sadly a man, resisted look down. Her outfit was far too suggestive to miss, as hard as he tried. He cleared his throat. Margaret was toying with him. Her posture and gestures made that clear. The sad part was that her subtle teasings were working. A little to well, he realized, as he had to shift his legs slightly to try to stop his groin from giving her a standing ovation for fashion. <br><br>"Well, first of all. Miss Margaret, that outfit is highly inappropriate. Here at Hammond &amp; Sons, we have a dress code. Now, as part of training and orientation, you were familiarized with it, correct? As well, as our inter-office relations policy," he picked up a few of the pieces of paper on his desk, "Yet, I have here, three reports of unprofessional conduct, language, and attire. And these are just the most recent."<br><br>He set them back down and folded his hands. He was starting to have a difficult time thinking as a her perfume wafted towards him. <em>Ohhh, bad...</em> He had to ignore her charms, which he knew were just begining.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 07:41:41</strong>
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				"Now I hardly think that's fair."<br><br>She said, sitting up straighter.<br><br>"Just because some of the women are soft skinned doesn't mean I can't enjoy a little...&nbsp; Bandying of words with the male employees."<br><br>Something about the way she said it seemed to suggest that Margaret wasn't really talking about just sharing words with her co-workers.<br><br>"And as for my outfit...&nbsp; I find it improves moral.&nbsp; And, sad as it is, men pay much...&nbsp; Much more attention to what I say..."<br><br>Her hands cupped her breasts slowly, moving over them to indicate what she was speaking of, and at the same time almost suggesting how his hands could be moving over her breasts.<br><br>"In an outfit like this.&nbsp; It's very empowering.&nbsp; Don't you enjoy being...&nbsp; Empowered?"<br><br>She said the word like it was innuendo, likely referring to the stiffness she guessed was growing in his pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 07:39:52</strong>
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				Kyle's eyes, mostly out of unconscious reaction, followed her hands when they moved. He blushed as he realized what she was suggesting. It was very alluring, drawing the eye in- wait, was that a freckle on her right breast just barely peaking out from under her shirt?<br><br>Horrified, Kyle snapped his head up and stared hard into her face. "Miss Margaret! The fact is, you have been doing more than just 'bandying words' and these obvious attempts at trying to tease your way out of trouble are, in reality, doing just the opposite! The other ladies in this office find it very easy to communicate with the male staff. Moral has nothing to do with it, nor does empowerment."<br><br>Increasingly losing his control of the situation, he stood up to compose himself. He turned around and faced the window, back to Margaret. He couldn't deny that was there was more than likely one or two men that fit her description. However, as far as he could see, not many more than that. The modern businesswoman was very aware of the laws protecting her and her right to be an equal employee; many were very active in woman's lib movements. If her commemts were true, he would be swamped in grievances and lawsuits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 07:49:01</strong>
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				She stood too, quietly as he turned his back.&nbsp; Margaret said nothing as she moved silently around his desk, carefully creeping up behind him, until she was standing directly at his back, when she breathed, warmly, on the nape of his neck, embracing him gently from behind.<br><br>"Oh, I don't know, I find it incredibly empowering to know that even you look on me with lust...&nbsp; To know that you want me."<br><br>She leaned closer, breathing straight on to, speaking straight into his ear.<br><br>"I wouldn't let anyone else touch me, though for you, I'd consider making a very special exception."<br><br>Her breath was hot on his ear, her hands hovering around his stomach, waiting for him to deny his lust, waiting for him to resist her before sliding down, before one of them would gently tease his stiff cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:24:09</strong>
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				Kyle fought the shudder down his back as her breath rolled across his ear. He mentally panicked for a moment. Her hands felt warm, even through the fabric of his button-down dress shirt. He pinched his eyes shut, fighting it. Since when was her voice that husky? <em>No one? No one at all?</em><br><br>He shook his head and tried to step out of her embrace. "Miss Margaret..."<br><br>Kyle immediately regretted speaking as he voice shook of the conflicts raging within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:29:26</strong>
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				She had to hold back a laugh as she felt his hesitation, as she heard the uncertainty in his voice.<br><br>"You don't need to call me miss..."<br><br>She leaned in, kissing the nape of his neck as her hands slid down, carefully starting to undo his belt.<br><br>"Just Margaret is fine...&nbsp; Kyle."<br><br>Margaret's lips were almost on his ear with the next statement, and she nibbled on his lobe gently.&nbsp; He was hers, she could feel it.&nbsp; He might hem and haw yet, he might try to change his mind and resist, but today... Today she would feel his cock in her.&nbsp; The thought began to make her wet, make her warm breath quicken as her body started to become aroused, aroused with the thought of getting to fuck the married exec.
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				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:46:07</strong>
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				"Y-yes. I do. It's not appro...." Kyle stopped as he felt the buckle of his belt loosen.<br><br>His head started to spin. Sh-she had his belt off...and his ear... He let out a small groan. She was nibbling his ear. Nancy had never done that before. His daze thinned at the memory of his wife. He looked down at the hands deftly working on his pants "M-Margaret...Why...? What...? No..."<br><br><em>Oohhh....its out...</em> Kyle realized in what felt to be a sedated state, almost like he should be petrified but the drug wouldn't allow it. <em>What now?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:49:32</strong>
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				She jerked him around, not intending to give him time to recover as she dropped his pants down around his ankles, moving quickly, she knelt, aiming to remove his underwear, and then reveal her real prize, his thick, hard cock...&nbsp; She licked her lips as she tried to pull away his under garment with one hand, the other sliding into it to take hold of her precious target.&nbsp; She wanted it between her legs, but first...&nbsp; First she was going to get a good taste in her mouth. 
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				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 09:13:11</strong>
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				Kyle shuddered as the full implication of what she was going to do hit him. He felt his cock surge in response. This wasn't right...why did it feel so good? Wasn't he supposed to hate this?<br><br>Instead, he was full and ready. Her hand was down the front of his boxers, her soft hands running smoothly up and down the sfaft within. He gasped and his head dropped back, leaving him looking at the ceiling.<br><br>Oohh...he had been so secretly jealous of the young, single men flocking around her. Now, here she was with her hands happily searching to please.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 03:03:15</strong>
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				She lapped at the head of his member as she pulled away his boxers, tasting the head of his cock with careful strokes of her tongue.<br><br>"That's it, you just need to...&nbsp; Relax, feel good.&nbsp; I want you to feel good."<br><br>She said, staring up at him from beneath his dick, her tongue starting to travel along the bottom of his shaft.<br><br>"And I want to know...&nbsp; What your married seed tastes like."<br><br>Margaret reminded him of his marital status as she took the first plunge, her lips embracing the head of his member, and then she slid them down, down its length, drawing his dick further and further into her hungry mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 21:22:47</strong>
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				He sighed as Margaret's tongue savored him. He answered her request with a small groan and a nod.<br><br>Kyle glanced down at what she was doing. For a moment, he saw his wife glaring up at him.<br><br>"Shit! No!" he yelled, panicked.<br><br>He pulled out and held her shoulders back at arms length.<br><br>"What the hell?! This is just messed up! Don't take advantage of people!"
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 22:09:28</strong>
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				She laughed as he pushed her back, licking her lips slowly, emphasizing her tongue as it moved from her mouth, tracing her ruby painted lips, her hands reaching up, starting to unzip the black top the rest of the way down, flaunting her impressive breasts, encased in red lace.<br><br>"I don't want to take advantage of you...&nbsp; I want you to take advantage of me.&nbsp; You seemed pretty happy to have my lips around you, but you're resisting now."<br><br>She reached up, pushing his hands off of her shoulders firmly, attempting to advance on him.<br><br>"You shouldn't send such mixed messages, it'll confuse your employees, make it hard to figure out exactly...&nbsp; What you want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 22:34:13</strong>
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				Kyle growled. He locked his elbows, not allowing her move forward.<br><br>"Mixed signals or not, you- fuck!" he blushed and turn away from her to avoid seeing her breasts, "Damn, woman! I don't want you to know what I want! And I don't want to take advantage of you!"<br><br>He turned around and tried to put his cock back into his pants and under his control again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 22:45:03</strong>
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				As he turned away she hugged him gently from behind, her breasts resting against his back, her hands going to the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it with a great deal of deftness.&nbsp; She kissed the back of his neck.<br><br>"But I already know what you want.&nbsp; You want to put your cock in me.&nbsp; You want to thrust deep into me and grab my breasts, squeeze them, suck them, lap at my nipples.&nbsp; You so want to make love to me, take me over your desk, fill me with your...&nbsp; Healthy cock."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 23:12:01</strong>
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				Kyle blushed brightly and tried to not picture the images she was proposing. She was pleasing herself at the idea. He pulled his shoulder in, trying to impede her attempts at undoing his shirt. He could feel her nipples hardening agaist his back. It wasn't helping...<br><br><em>Margaret laying over his desk, crying out his name. Her soft breasts in his mouth, arching her back to feed him more. Nails in his shoulders. Wet and ready already.</em><br><br>He grit his teeth and tried to will the images out. Suddenly, his intercom buzzed.<br><br>"Mr. Bates, your wife is on Line 4. She wants to talk to you. Should I patch her?" Valerie asked, pleasantly.<br><br>Kyle panicked. "NO! NO! I'm busy!"<br><br>Valerie was clearly confused by his response. "O-okay, sir. I'll tell her."
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 07:51:50</strong>
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				"Awwh, she's trying to interrupt us..."<br><br>Margaret murmured, kissing the back of his ear, biting it gently as she ran her tongue over it.<br><br>"But you chose me instead, you must be a horny boy indeed..."<br><br>She abandoned his shirt half undone, her hands sliding back down to his member, grasping it with one hand, pushing his boxers back down, making sure he made no progress in making himself decent.<br><br>"You don't call for help, you don't really try to escape.&nbsp; No matter what you might be saying, what you're doing says you're as eager for this as I am."
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				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 06:03:21</strong>
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				Kyle cursed under his breath. He was slowing running out of way to counter her advances. Ohh...his ear again...why does it slow his brain?...<br><br>His eyes rolled back, feeling her soft skin on his cock. He wasn't fighting hard enough. <em>Why? I'm not one of those horrible bosses I hear about in harrassment meetings. No, I'm not!</em><br><br>He elbowed his way away from her, almost to roughly than what was called for. He put a good five feet between them and fixed his clothes. He turned to face her and set his jaw.<br><br>"This isn't happening, Margaret."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 06:15:04</strong>
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				She grunted as he elbowed her, staggering slightly before gathering herself back together, undoing her bra as he started to straighten his clothing, moving in before he could get his shirt buttoned back up, cupping her breasts for him to see, rubbing them together, flaunting her cleavage for him.<br><br>"Of course it is, I could tell how hard you were, how much you didn't actually want me to stop touching you, I bet if you looked at my breasts a little more closely you'd find you'd like to touch me too, at least...&nbsp; Based on the way you were eying them earlier.&nbsp; That's okay, though, I like the way you look at me, it..."<br><br>She licked her lips slowly, exagguratedly, and sighted warmly as she spoke.<br><br>"Makes me horny."
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				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 22:08:57</strong>
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				There was something in Margaret's voice that gave him goosebumps. Kyle didn't doubt her at all. Her body was almost giving off heat like small sun and her eyes were like tiny black holes, drawing him in around her.<br><br>Kyle approached her and stood in front of her, staring down at her face. After a few moments, his eyes drifted down slightly. He even felt his eyes darken a little, a primal reaction. His hand twitched slightly at his side. Slowly, ever so slowly, his arm raised. He returned his gaze to Margaret's face as he brushed a knuckle gently against her already hard nipple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 05:23:52</strong>
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				As he stared into her eyes, as his hand began to draw over her breast, she smiled warmly, gently, letting him know he was welcomed, beckoning him closer with her body language, as her hand slid up his inner thigh, taking his cock in hand and starting to stroke it.&nbsp; Gently, but firmly, taking possession, taking charge of his sexual organ.&nbsp; She intended to leave him no escape, if he tried to pull away know she would hold him firmly, this time he would not escape until she had made him cum, at least once.&nbsp; And she suspected after that it would be very hard for him to say no, even if he could sum up the strength now.&nbsp; She stepped closer to him, those bare breasts pushing closer to his chest, saying nothing, letting her body speak for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 18:36:23</strong>
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				Kyle's mind was surprisingly blank, feeling only a select few things: the warmth of Margaret's skin, the brush of her hand on his member, and his need, growing steadily. The silence in the room was appropriate and he continued it. He brushed his knuckle across her nipple again before turning his palm to it. He teased around it with one finger, as his cock surged eagerly in response to the two sources of stimulation. <br><br>He gave small, almost unnoticeable smirk, an odd getsure for him. He had a strange trill of pleasure running along his spine. He had a feeling of a drive that he had never known, like an animal in the throes of its first rut. And he liked it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 07:48:02</strong>
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				"I'm glad to see you've come around."<br><br>She said, stepping closer, closer, her other hand moving up, along his side, then to his shirt, slowly undoing, freeing it, attempting to slide it off him completely, slide it to the ground as she leaned in, hungry for a taste of his lips.&nbsp; She wanted to feel the passion, the need in them that was eroding his ability to resist.&nbsp; She wanted to feel his need to lose himself in her sexuality, to lose himself in lust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 18:43:53</strong>
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				Kyle dipped his head down as Margaret undid his shirt. He felt a similar desire to taste her. He let his shirt slide down his back and arms to the floor. He reached behind him and pushed a button on his desk. The shutters of the room began closing, offering a little more privacy.<br><br>He waited until the shutters were closed before finally letting their lips touch. Her lips were soft, smooth, and delicious. Kyle pressed in for a deeper kiss, running his hands up the sides of her arms and down her breasts. He unzipped the rest of her top and slide it off of her. He broke the kiss to pay a little more attention to taking her bra off. He gave smirk as ran his hand her now bare back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 08:28:00</strong>
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				She smiled as she got her first taste of his lips, her heart beating fast.&nbsp; She was actually going to get to do it.&nbsp; She was going to fuck her boss.&nbsp; Her married boss.&nbsp; She had been pretty certain she could when she came in, but it was only just now that she realized exactly what she was doing.&nbsp; It was titillating, it was exciting.&nbsp; She felt the cool air on her breasts as her bra fell away, and she leaned against him, wanting him to feel her breasts against his wide chest, still gently stroking his cock.<br><br>"What now?"<br><br>Margaret asked, looking up into his eyes as her breasts played against his flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 06:09:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle smirked again. It was clear that Margaret was enjoying this and it gave him a strange satisfaction. He had to admit that he was feeling the same way, though his thoughts were full of steamy images of other inter-office sex scandals. And he was with one of the sexiest women he had ever met.<br><br>When she pressed up against him, he pulled her closer and nibbled on the top of her shoulder. He breathed in her ear and down her neck. He reveled in her touch and her smell. He swirled a finger in circles around the area of her spine near the top of her ass. Leaning in close, he whispered huskily:<br><br>"You get me this far, and then ask for directions?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 06:44:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes, you're in charge, after all, aren't you?&nbsp; I should make sure to respect your wishes?"<br><br>She said, with a grin as his finger teased over her flesh.<br><br>"Because so long as I can have you, I don't mind how you choose to take me in return..."<br><br>She purred softly, leaning against Kyle, her lips leaving warm trails across his neck, meeting, matching his nibbling as her hands caressed his back.<br><br>"And I'm quite looking forward to you...&nbsp; Taking me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:29:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle picked her up, spun around, and laid her back onto his desk. He spread her legs and pulled himself in close bewteen them. He leaned in close over her and nibbled on her neck.<br><br>"How about like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Office Relations Policy (Fool Heart &amp; Dread D)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 06:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up at him, a thrill going through her as she felt how close she was to really having him, reaching up, embracing his neck as he kissed hers.<br><br>"So very naughty..."<br><br>She was a little surprised that he was so eager to take her right there, in such a...&nbsp; Flagrantly "immoral" stance, she must have him really riled up.&nbsp; Her tongue flitted across her lips.<br><br>"Yes, do it...&nbsp; Take me, please."<br><br>Margaret kissed his cheek near his ear, nibbling on the lobe as he tasted her neck.<br><br>"Give me your...&nbsp; Cock..."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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