Thread: Taboo! (Jack Stalker and AndNich123)

The advertising world can be a scary place. Its a shark tank of eat or be eaten. It had toughed Gillian up over the years. You have to have thick skin in this line of work. That was the first lesson she had learned. The second was that there was always someone bigger and worse than swimming around in those waters. She had heard how Mr. Carter was just such a shark. A great white to be feared, and if you managed a job with his firm, you were lucky and had best provide results. So she had spent back breaking hours trying to prove she deserved the spot she had already earned there. Rule three was there was always someone younger and hungrier than you coming up behind you, ready to shove you out of their way. So Gillian had to always stay two steps ahead of them. The late nights at the office and less than ethical ways of getting things had done had taken a toll on her social life. Basically it turned into a barren wasteland. Nothing grew there, and no one ventured there. Still, burning the midnight oil had its perks. The office was usually deserted. Usually. There was always a security guard trolling the halls with a flashlight in one hand and a donut in the other. How he would ever manage to chase down and catch anyone breaking in was a mystery to her. He was close to her own age. Flirting with her, he actually thought he had a chance. Gillian often wondered what she was supposed to be attracted to most with him. His bulging gut hanging over his clearly distressed belt or his scraggly, mountain man bread that often held parts of his dinner. Either way, she was always polite to him but never encouraging. Some nights there was also a stray worker trying to finish up on at the last minute on a proposal that should have been done weeks ago. It was always easy to spot the ones who had a life and those who didnt think their job was that important. Another truth that she had learned during her time there was that Mr. Carter may be the great white in the advertising world, but he certainly did not lack in the looks department. She was always excited when he would summon to his office. Inside she felt nervous, like a school girl, but she maintained her composure as more than dirty, unprofessional thoughts raced through her mind. She would always nod and smile. Yes Mr. Carter. Right away Mr. Carter. Those were the two responses she gave most often to him. Her eyes would always avert from his face. His handsome, chiseled features made her melt between her legs. The way his shirt seemed to kiss his broad shoulders drove her insane, and if she had to inhale his scent for too long, she feared she would have to ask him if she could take a seat as her legs would grow weak. Watching him walk through the offices was also a treat. Slacks that had to be tailored just for his body, his amazing body, hung from his waist, covering the curve of his ass just so. He drew more than a few stares from the women, and Gillian tried to not make it so obvious that she was included in the staring group of women. As it was on the particular night, she had decided to stay late and keep herself ahead of her younger, eager associates. She found it hard to focus as her thoughts drifted back to Mr. Carter. He had looked even more attractive today than usual. Gillian couldnt help but be jealous of his wife, knowing she could have him anytime she wanted. In her own way, so could Gillian. Finally deciding she wouldnt be able to get anything done until she took care of this she headed up towards his office. It was her little escape really, a way to deal with the urges to have him, knowing she never could. Hes a married man. He wouldnt cheat on his wife. Pushing the door open to his office and nearly closing it behind, she slinked close to his desk. Though he was gone, the office still smelled like him. A wonderful, intoxicating scent that she breathed in. Her fingers glided across the surface of his desk as she made her way to his chair. She stepped from her shoes, and pulled her panties down, before stepping clear of them. She removed her skirt before sitting in his chair. She loved the feel of it against her bare skin. Her relief would come soon as she rubbed her clit until she climaxed. Her cunt was wet, and she delved her fingers into her slick juices. Her arousal heavy in the air, she brought her soaked fingers to her mouth and cleaned her hand before the feelings began to settle. Gillian always felt bad every time she did this. It had occurred to her one night, after making love to him in her mind and cumming hard, that she should punish herself. Standing from his chair, she noticed various things hanging on his wall. One item that always caught her attention was something that had been given to him as a joke from his staff. He was such a slave driver, or so they said, that they had gifted him a rattan cane. Lifting it from the wall she began to strike her own body. At first it was her back, but she progressed to her ass and the back of her legs. Tonight was no different. She rose, and once more took down the cane. Gillian placed it on the desk while she removed the rest of her clothing, never taking her eyes from the cane. Once she was naked, she bent slightly over his desk and began to punish her skin. With each lash, she cried out. Hes married! You shouldnt.AH.do this! You shouldnt.AH.look at him. Dont.AAHH.make yourself.AAHH.cum thinking.ARGHH.about him! Strike after strike, the cane sliced through the air attacking her. Gillian never heard the door open as she was too engrossed in her self inflicted beating.