Incest story: Office Seduction. Author: jinxyy. Work Project Turns Into Something More. The story is including Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Incest, Job/Place-of-work, Oral Sex, Young theme.

Incest story: Office Seduction

Author: jinxyy

“I just don’t see how you can’t bring your work with you, Greg. We haven’t seen my parents in a long time and now you ‘re suddenly too swamped at work to come,” her nagging voice echos from the bathroom as she does her hair.

Lying in bed still, drinking my coffee and trying to read the newspaper, I let her whine. She has known about this project at work for some time now, knowing how busy it has been keeping me. It isn’t a sudden thing, though I’ve pointed this out to her more than once, but she chooses not to believe me or accept the fact. It’s the first big project I’ve been given since making partner at work.

“We’ve been over this, Trisha, I’m not going to get into it again. I told you this was a bad weekend for me. I am not stopping you from going and taking the kids. I know how much they miss their grandparents. Besides, it isn’t like your going to miss me when you’re gone.”

Our marriage has been more like a partnership raising our kids and sharing a house for the last decade. I swear at one time we had so much in common, we got along great, couldn’t keep our hands off each other, it had to be true, or else I wouldn’t have married her. Yet now, I can’t even fathom marrying her again. It isn’t that I don’t love her, I do. I just don’t love her as a wife, or lover, or someone I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. Everything with her is a friendship, to do because we have to, since we are married.

I’ve thought about divorce before, but I couldn’t do that to my kids. They are stable and safe as things are. I know what it is like to be raised by divorced parents and it isn’t something I’d want my kids to go through. I know Trisha is content with how our marriage is, because it is a mirror image of her own parents. I didn’t see it when she and I first were dating, it, like our marriage, took time for me to see.

“Fine Greg, stay here and do your damn project. I’m not going to argue about this now. We’re leaving once the kids get home from school. Make sure to give them your love before you leave for work. I’ll give your excuses to my parents.”

Trisha storms out of the master bathroom and through the bedroom before I have a chance to say anything. I can’t say I’m disappointed she has finally let it drop, we’ve been bickering about it for two weeks. I even tried to push things around so I could go, it was just impossible to do.

***

At work, I’m swapped the moment I get in. I ran a little late, giving each of my three kids time just them and I. I may not be close to my wife, but my kids and I are. They know how much I love them and would do anything for them. They were disappointed I wasn’t coming with them, but they also know how important this project is to me.

I’ve been in the business for a while, but not as one of the bosses. I love being an architect, drawing up plans, creating something no one else has, watching it come to life once I do my part. The only toys I played with as a kid were Lego’s and drawing out maps to make better buildings for my Lego’s. I was a good student in school and knew I wanted to go to college to get my degree.

I met Trisha my first year of college, she was my biggest supporter and loved how I had such a passion for my dream. By the end of my second year of college, we were married and living what I thought was the dream life. Once I graduated, we were pregnant with our first child, all our love went to him and things slowly started changing between Trisha and I. We miscarried two years later, which pushed us even further apart. It took us six more years to get pregnant, this time we were blessed with twins.

Now it seems like my duties to my wife are over and she no longer wants anything to do with me. I’ve tried swooning her, being romantic, doing the things we did when we first met, nothing fazes her. Now I just don’t bother, it takes its toll on me to be unwanted by the one person who should want me the most.

“Greg, hello, are you with us?”

Breaking from my daze, I look up and see everyone is staring at me. Lisa with her big brown eyes, sparkling from the morning light that streams in through the windows looks almost like an angel with a halo of light around her, she is smiling at me, trying to get my attention.

“I’m so sorry, I stepped out for a moment it seems. What was the question?”

The rest of the team all chuckles, knowing we’ve all been there. We’ve been talking about the project for the last forty minutes, to make sure we’re all on the same page. We’re nearly done, but this is where the most stress comes in, making sure we get it done by the deadline. It is also my favorite part, it is the rush that gives me such a thrill.

Lisa is new to the team, though she and I have gotten to know each other a great deal over the last few weeks. Spending many late nights talking about the project, meeting up early to go over plans. I can’t deny that I think she is extremely hot and more so knowing she knows my lingo. Her brain is fantastic, I love our conversations. I find myself thinking about her often.

Her uncle works here, so he gave her a job right out of college. She is fresh meat, with new ideas that flow with our kind of company. All the guys love her, maybe some a little too much. I can’t say I’m not one of them. She is not only beautiful on the inside with a mind like hers, but she is stunning on the outside too. She is always wearing tight, white blouse, which shows off her cleavage in a breath taking way, she mixes it up between a knee high skirt or pant suit type trousers, depending on if she needs to be on site.

Being the leader of the project, I’ve gotten to spend a lot of time with her over the course of the last few weeks. She is a talkative girl, who loves rock climbing, swimming and playing video games. I’ve told her the man she ends up with is going to be lucky, she’s the full package, a hot nerd. Though she tells me she doesn’t have time for dating right now, because she is putting all her focus into work. She knows some people think she only got the job because of her uncle, not because she can do the job. She wants to prove them wrong.

From what I can tell, she can do it, she knows what she is about. Not many people get a helping hand, finding a job so quickly after finishing college, but it doesn’t mean she can’t do it. I like she wants to prove them otherwise, so I’ve given her a large sum of the workload, to help her prove to the guys she can do it. Of course the fact she brings in donuts and coffee every Friday helps too.

***

A little after three my phone chirps to life, pulling it out of my pocket, I see my daughter’s name on the screen.

“Hi Sunshine, is everything all right?”

My kids don’t call me at work, unless something is wrong, so I’m surprised to hear from her. Though she does love texting me when I’m working.

“Hi Daddy, no everything is fine. Mom is just driving us crazy, complaining you can’t come. Are you sure? I know you have your project, but you can’t get away?”

“Honey, I would do anything I could, if it were possible. It just isn’t. I’d much rather spend my whole weekend with you kids, than be here all alone all weekend. I’ll make it up to you guys when the project is finished. Your mom will relax once she is with her parents. Promise.”

“Okay Daddy, I know. I just thought I’d ask. I know you’d be here. Love you!”

“I love you too. Have fun this weekend.”

“Will do, bye!”

I don’t like not being able to go more for my kids than my wife. I hate disappointing them, but sometimes in life that happens and they should get used to it now. I know they understand, which helps with my choices.

***

Over the next several hours, I’m neck deep in paperwork, designs, panels, and everything else I need to get this done. In the thick of it, I’m at my best, nothing seems to distract me when I’m in this mode. On the floor, I’m sketching a new waterfall layout the client wants for the front of the building. I had made one before, but they wanted it to be bigger. I’m doing my best not to make it gaudy and ugly, which can so easily be done with waterfalls. I take pride in everything I work on, I don’t want one of my projects to have an ugly piece because the client lacks great vision. So I must do it and hope they see it the way I do and like it.

“You know, things would go a lot quicker if you had some help,” her voice is quiet, but teasing.

Looking up, I see Lisa at the door, her hip propped against the door jam, her arms folded, a playful smile across her luscious lips. Today she has on a skirt, it’s modest, but I can still see the lace on her milky white thighs. God, it looks divine. I just want to roll up her skirt and explore even more. I lick my lips, as I feel them go dry. My cock twitching at the idea, I shift a little in hopes she won’t notice.

“I’ve heard that. Even the hardest working men hate working after hours on a weekend though. So I didn’t bother. Why are you here? Isn’t it after like seven?”

“Seven?” She laughs a beautiful, delicate little laugh. “Try more like ten. You must have really gotten lost in your work. I’m still here because my boss works me to the grind. I need to prove myself after all. Honestly I didn’t know anyone was here, until I went and got my dinner. I ordered Chinese, want some?”

As she asks, I realize how hungry I actually am. I can’t believe how late it has gotten, the last time I looked at the clock it was a little before seven as Jim popped his head in to say goodnight. I just figured he was the last one to go.

“If you’re sure you have enough, take a seat.”

I move some of the papers around to give her room near me. I hope she doesn’t mind eating on the floor, as I’ve done so many times since working here. She doesn’t look like the kind of girl who minds. No, I take that back. She does look like the kind of girl, at least on the outside. But I know, from getting to know her, how much of a tomboy she is, so I’m guessing she won’t mind.

“Oh, I have plenty, I always order too much,” she says, as she sits where I’ve cleared room for her. “I even have some beer, but don’t tell the boss. He might not like that.”

“Naughty girl. I won’t tell him, if you don’t. Beer is always good with Chinese, so how can I deny some now, hmm? It’s been ages since I’ve had Wen Way’s.”

“Mmm, it is my favorite place to order from! Dig in, help yourself.”

Over the next hour, we talk, eat and drink. I toss around my idea for the new waterfall to her. She gives me a few ideas to help, that I know will make the clients happy and knowing I can be pleased with my work. But I can’t help but notice her skirt riding up a little higher as she moves around. Her bare skin showing, the lace of her leggings perfectly hugging her flesh. The way she licks her lips after each bite of food is intoxicating, I just want to nibble on her lips.

By the time we’re done, I have a slight buzz and it is late and tiredness is seeping in. I know I’ll be no good working on the project now, so I begin to organize my office a little before heading home. I haven’t been looking forward to going home alone, I hate sleeping alone. Even with all the flaws in my marriage, it is still nice to sleep beside someone.

“Thanks for dinner, I’ll foot the next bill,” I tease her.

Lisa helps me pick up my office a little, mostly getting rid of the beer cans and Chinese leftovers.

“I’m going to hold you to that one. You working tomorrow or you giving yourself a break finally?”

“Um, no, I’m going to be here. My family is out of town and I really need to get this work done. Besides I work better when there is less people around.”

“Cool. I work better alone too. I think it’s because I am an only child.”

“I’m an only child too, so hey, might be true. Never thought of it that way.”

***

Coming home, I feed the dog and strip out of my clothes. I flop into bed, flip on the TV and find a rerun to watch. My wife hates when the dog sleeps with us, but since she isn’t home, I allow her tonight, because I don’t want to sleep all alone. It helps me fall asleep easier than I thought, getting a full nights sleep.

I take the morning to sleep in some, though my idea of sleeping in is eight. When I wake up, Ginger and I go for a jog around the block. She is supposed to be the kids dog, but as it usually happens, I’m the one who takes care of her. I like her as a jogging partner, she keeps me motivated in staying in shape. When I get home, I take a long shower and enjoy a nice breakfast of scrabbled eggs and hash browns. I find it relaxing to have the house to myself, at least in the day time.

As much as I rather stay home and get things done I know need to be done, I head into work. It’s a little after one by the time I get in and settled down, continuing to work on the waterfall design. It is one of the last parts of the project that the clients have been ify about. If I don’t find a good way to see their vision, they’ll opt out and that is less money for the company and makes me look like I can’t make the clients fully happy.

The other partners were unsure if they wanted to add someone new to the ranks, but I was being tempted by another company to go work with them. The partners knew I’d be a great loss and knew the only way to keep me was to make me partner. The other company was offering a lot more money than what I was making, so I was highly tempted to go. With being partner, my pay grade went up and I made partner. I couldn’t leave with an offer like that.

It took them a few months before giving me my first project, but when this one came through the doors, they thought they’d finally put me to the test. They know I can do it, they just want to see if I can do it on my own. I got to pick my team, except for Lisa who was pushed onto me the last minute because she had to prove herself too. I didn’t mind though, I know how hard it is to prove yourself.

She was almost painfully shy at first, only doing her work and never really engaging with the rest of the team. That only lasted about a week, until I pulled her aside and told her to step up her game. She liked my forwardness and showed up the next day with coffee and donuts and becoming more active with the rest of us. Now I’m not sure where we’d be without her and her great ideas.

***

“There you are!” Lisa’s voice makes me jump, not expecting to hear anyone at the office.

“Holy crap, you scared the hell out of me,” the laugh that follows is more of being frightened than humor.

“I’m so sorry! You said you’d be here today, so I figured I’d come by and help. Everyone else is off doing family stuff or just avoiding work like the plague, but not you. I also know how much this means to you, so I’m giving myself to you, to use as you please. Use me Greg, use me,” she exaggerate the last part, smiling with a flirty tone.

“I think I’d have too much fun using you how I wanted to,” my words are out before I can stop myself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I look away, trying to make myself look busy.

“I don’t mind. You can use me in that way too. I wouldn’t stop you,” she grins as I look up.

My jaw agape like the fool I am, I stare at her, but recover quickly, “that’s the best offer I’ve had in a long time,” I quip.

“Well then, use me master!”

I give her a wink, before asking her to run over the work sheet I had done yesterday. She gladly does, pulling her legs up under her, as she sits on the couch. She has on a loosely fitting shirt, a cute skirt I’ve not seen her wear before and what looks like the same leggings as last night. She looks completely comfortable and stunning at the same time. It makes it hard to pay attention to my own work.

Somehow I manage though, over the next several hours, we hardly make a peep. Exchanging some ideas off each other, but not much, just working along side one another. It isn’t until it is dark outside that she finally says something.

“Oh my God, I’m fading. I’m starving like never before. If I don’t get something in me, I’m going to just die.” She’s all theatrical, her voice slightly whiny, but in a cute, I need to be over the top way. She looks at me as though she is in pain, but a smile she can’t deny while doing so.

“Is that my cue to feed you, M’lady? I did say I’d foot the next bill, and I am hungry too. I could go for some foodage right about now.”

“Yes! Yes, foodage is good. I want something greasy and totally unhealthy. Oh and cheesy, mmm God yes. I want extra cheese on whatever it is.” She bounces up from her seat, with a new gust of wind. “Feed me, Sire! I beg of you.”

“Okay, okay. You win. I know just the place. You keep working, if you can manage and I’ll go grab food. One last question… Chocolate or vanilla?”

“It depends, what for?”

“Just answer the question. You’ll see.”

“Aw no fair. Okay, okay, umm, chocolate! Lady can’t go wrong with chocolate.”

I grab my keys and head out, as Lisa gets back to work. I am headed to Jo’s Burger Shack. They make the best worst food for you. Can’t go wrong with their cheese burgers, cheese fries and a milk shake. Their shakes are so thick it takes forever to drink. My favorite kind! I love taking my kids there on their birthday’s and other fun little outings we do.

It’s rather busy, since it is a Saturday night, but the manager who knows me, puts my order through right away. I’m thankful, because I don’t want to make Lisa wait too long and I also want to get more work done before the night is over. At least there won’t be any beer involved in tonight’s meal. When my order is up, I tip him well, and head back to the office.

When I get back to my office, Lisa has cleared away the desk, to make room for dinner tonight. She must have known it would be easier to eat this on a flat surface, or was just trying to be helpful. She does a dance as she sees me.

“Holy Cheese! I can smell it from here. Gimme gimme gimme!”

“Cheeseburgers, with extra cheese, cheese fries, and of course a chocolate shake to wash it down with. Totally greasy and unhealthy for you, but damn good.”

“Mmm yes, you are the best,” she says between bites of fry, she has yet to sink her teeth into the burger. “Hm, now I see chocolate or vanilla. I did good, I love chocolate shakes. Heaven in the form of food.”

The way she eats her dinner, I can tell she really does find it to me heaven. She isn’t like so many woman who are afraid to eat in front of a man. She doesn’t look like she gives a damn. She has a smear of ketchup on her chin, which I help clean up. She doesn’t run away embarrassed, just calls herself a slob. Even at the end, she does a massive burp, saying she is making room for more. She does excuse herself, in a fit of giggles, but it still counts.

I’m not sure if other guys would find it attractive or not, but I don’t care. I think it is cute she can be herself the way she does. She might be different with guys she is into though, who knows? But it makes me glad she be this way with me.

Once she is finished, she excuses herself so she can go wash up. I didn’t eat nearly as fast as she did, but by the time she comes back, I’m finished. I then excuse myself to wash up. I haven’t eaten so unhealthy in a long time, so I know extra jogging is going to be needed. Ginger won’t mind that either. So I’m in luck.

When I head back into my office, I do not expect to see what I do. I’m shocked…

Lisa has cleared away the trash from dinner and now is splayed across my desk. Her skirt is on the floor, beside my chair, with only her shirt and leggings on. Her hair flowing over the desk, looking at me with a coy smile, she caresses her fingers down over her breast. I can see her nipples are perked hard and tight, even through the thin fabric of her clothing.

“Wh-what is this?” I stumble over my words, confused, but aroused at the same time.

“Oh come on now, we both know this was bound to happen. Now come get your real dessert,” her legs open slightly more, exposing herself to me.

I know there has always been a slight flirting banter between us, more so this weekend, but I never dreamed it was something that would come to this. I’ve thought about Lisa a few times while enjoying myself. It is something I’ve have been doing for a long time now. I can’t even recall the last time my wife and I made love. I sometimes get lucky on my birthday, but not always.

How can I deny this seductive woman, who is lying here like a pleasure platter for my own taking? Licking my lips, I take a step forward. Once I do this, there is no going back. I have debated on finding a lover for a long time, but always told myself I wasn’t brave enough. Too afraid my wife would find out, take my money, my house and worst of all, my kids.

But those fears don’t linger in my gut right now. Maybe it is because my cock is screaming to bury itself inside the tight confines of Lisa’s pretty pink pussy. The lust is making me stupid, but stupid I want to be. I move to sit in my plush chair. I slowly pull her forward, closer to me, with a full view of her womanhood. Her pussy is neatly trimmed, with almost no hair at all. I can tell she is wet even now, when I’ve yet to do anything to her. The idea of us doing this must make her so excited.

Licking my lips once more, I kiss her inner thigh, right at the lace of her leggings. I drag my tongue over the lace, leaving it moist with my saliva and moving to do the other legs. I can hear Lisa’s breathing quicken, her breasts rise and fall gently, her hands roaming over her body. Knowing she has been without panties this whole time builds my excitement. How many times has she done that, all those times she has been in a skirt. How bare and exposed she’s been, so fucking sexy.

My tongue trails up her inner thigh, nibbling every few inches, until I can’t take it any longer. I dip my tongue lightly between her folds, tasting her sweetness. Her aroma addicting, wanting to please her, I lash my tongue against her pussy. Grazing over her clit, which is hard, standing at attention. I suckle it into my mouth, with the tip of my tongue prodding at it, I slide two fingers into her soppy wet pussy. I begin to pound her hard with each thrust.

All the while she begs, pleading with me to keep going. To use her as I see fit. I become rougher, biting into her clit, holding it tightly, as I ram my fingers deeper, curling to find her g-spot. She squeals out, grinding up into my movement. Face fucking her, I feel juices dripping down my chin, rolling down my neck, soaking me with her exotic scent.

Lisa reaches down, grabbing a hold of my hair, she pushes me further into her, wrapping her legs around me, and begins to hump against my face. My nose jammed against her pussy, tongue flicking, fingers fucking, her body locks, a gurgling cry fills the air as she has a full body orgasm. I reach up to her hips with one hand, holding her down, so she can ride out her orgasm. My mouth fills with her juice, drinking it down, owning this orgasm. It’s forever mine.

She pulls me up to her, wrapping her legs around me, she sits slightly up. Her tongue dives into my mouth, kissing me hard. She becomes aggressive, growling like a kitten who is in heat. I rip out her top, exposing her perfect little breasts, cupping them, I pinch her nipples. She yelps, letting go of our kiss. I lean down and I bite hard down onto her nipple, sucking it into my mouth, as I pinch the other one still. She said use her as I see fit, and that is exactly what I’m going to do.

Going back and forth between the two, until they’re swollen and tender, I begin to slap at her tits. All the while, Lisa has released my cock from my trousers, stroking it with her delicate fingers. I’m leaking so much pre-cum that her hands are soaked in it. She doesn’t mind, using it to stroke me easier.

Until I have her lie back down, this time with her head hanging over the desk, I move around to fill her mouth with my cock. I’m not gentle, I’ve always wanted to face fuck someone and she seems so willing. She takes my entire length into the back of her throat. I begin to slap and pinch her breasts and nipples once more. Red, swollen and tender, she whimpers with each touch.

She gags over my cock when I push down too deeply, but slurps at the spit and juices, she loves it as much as I do. She’s a dirty little slut, just like I like them. I can’t help but feel I’m dreaming of the best fantasy ever. I keep waiting to see if I wake up.

Not wanting to come in her mouth, I pull out reluctantly, dragging her off the desk. I bend her over it, with her body pressed against the cool, cherry oak wooden desk. With my cock, I soak it more with her pussy juice, dragging it along her slit, all the way up to her crack. Her cute, tight ass longing to be filled with a hard cock.

When I know her ass is good and ready, I slowly enter. Filling her with the slowest pace, to ease us both into it. Our breathing is tight, almost as though we’re both holding onto it, afraid to ruin the moment. It isn’t until I’m about half way in that she lets out a long moan, leaning back into me. I give myself a little thrust to finish it off, until I’m balls deep. Lisa leans up on her tippy toes, pushing herself back into me.

“Fucking A’, it’s been so long since I’ve had the pleasure of something in my ass. Fuck me, Greg, fuck me good.”

We both begin to move together, her tight ass swallowing my cock. I hands grip her hips, thrusting into her hard. She moves a hand down under her, to play with her clit. Her moans grow, as I focus on them and taking her ass. I can’t remember the last time I felt so much excitement. My balls growing tight, slapping against Lisa’s body with each inward thrust.

I pull out of her ass, quickly replacing it into her pussy, aching to fuck her there too. I want as much as I can get from her. I’m greedy and I don’t fucking care. Pounding her pussy, I slap her ass, I’m rough and leaving my mark on her. Teeth marks, hickey’s, hand marks, you name it, she has it. This girl has given me something no one else has in maybe ever, I’m not about to pass it up. Not this chance, there is no going back now. I might as well make the best of it. And damn does she make it hard to not want to. To be so willing to let me use her to please myself with.

What guy could ever say no to that? Fuck! My mind racing with all these thoughts, pounding into her like a mad man. I feel her tighten around my cock, she begins to come. Yelping out, begging me not to stop, to not slow down. I wouldn’t dream of it. I bathe in her orgasm, riding her pussy until it passes.

Then, and only then, do I pull out one last time and shove myself back into her ass. I know I’m not far off from my own orgasm. How I’ve lasted this long is beyond me, but I’m not about to argue with it. Fucking her with a longer, deeper stroke, she mewls each time I bottom out. My own wife would never let me fuck her in the ass. I have only one other time, long before I met my wife, with a lovely little high school slut. She begged me to be the first to fuck her in her glory hole.

Between the memories of her and Lisa now, I grunt, before tightening and releasing my load. I fill her with my seed. Rope and rope of my sticky seed fills her asshole. I don’t stop, but do slow, milking myself into her. My fingers tracing lightly over her back, as I come down from my high. When I pull out, my orgasm leaks out of her, dripping down her legs. I watch it do so as I plop down in my seat, catching my breath. Lisa stays there for a moment, doing the same, before she turns to sit up on the desk.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” She giggles, she reaches for her milk shake and drinks it deeply. It should be easier to drink now that it has gone softer.

“Not how I thought my weekend was going to go, no. Pretty damn good though. Surprising as well,” I admit.

“Don’t know what came over me, I just feel comfortable around you. I know you’re married, I’m not looking for a relationship. It just isn’t common for me to feel so relaxed around guys. I figured why not.”

“I always hope people will be themselves around me, I know I am myself always. I am married, yes I can’t have a relationship, but that was amazing. I can’t lie.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Secret is safe with me,” I smile up at her.

Afterward, we cleaned up and called it a night. I knew after that, there was no more work to be had. I came in on Sunday fairly early, finished the last few parts of the project I needed to work on. I was home and with a home cooked meal by the time the family returned. Everything flowed nicely, the wife was even in a good mood, shockingly.

Monday, when we met with the clients, they were so overjoyed with the new changes and ideas. We finally handed it up to the next level and things got started. The bosses were pleased with the team and I. Lisa even got a lot more respect by a lot of the other guys after that. Though she continues to bring in coffee and donuts for us on Friday’s.

She and I also meet up once a week for wild good fun. We both know it is a fun, flirty, sexual thing. Nothing else can happen, but neither of us care. For us, it is about the thrill and easiness we feel with one another. Neither of us willing to give that up just yet and why should we have to? It even somehow helps my marriage, now that I’m getting laid. At least I find my wife more tolerable.