Ms. Horny & Mr. Interesting - Final Chapter

It was the end of the week and Ms. Horny had just secured a very significant contract. She was very much looking forward to meeting her friends in the Upper Echelon as they usually did on Friday nights. A quick trip home, a shower and now here she stood squeaky clean, smelling like a summer breeze. She was dressed in a tight colorful top with a flowing collar and showing ample cleavage, along with a black skirt that parked itself about six inches above her thigh. The same style skirt she wore to work nearly everyday. Once she found something that worked for her, whether it was clothes or people, she stuck to it. She knew what she wanted and was a pro at getting exactly that and no less. Beneath her skirt she carefully slid her long legs into nude thigh highs and topped them with a white lace thong. Her gorgeous legs were made considerably more shapely and long when she slid her elegantly pedicured toes into a pair of 5” FMPs that screamed, "Take Me Now!"

She pulled into the driveway at her boss' home where everyone had talked about meeting earlier. It seemed that some people hadn't arrived yet so the party was beginning in the basement game room. She had been at the house many times at parties and family events for her boss and knew her way around and felt comfortable making herself at home. After walking around and greeting the other coworkers with the normal pleasantries she take a minute to make herself a quick drink while waiting for the last person to arrive.

Within minutes they were all headed out the door to go to their usual spot, a dance club just outside of town. It was typical of them to carpool so that as many people as possible could drink with just one or two designated drivers to take over when it was time to go home. Tonight, Ms. Horny wasn't feeling much into joining them so she decided to drive her favorite black on black Trans Am.

It was a beautiful machine that had so much power, it could only mildly rivaled by the sexy owner. It was as if the car was made for her. If you thought she was sexy on a normal day to day basis, you must have never seen her slide those long, gorgeous legs out from under the steering wheel one at a time while turning to get out of the car. Sometimes I believe she gave all the floor technicians a quick glimpse of her slick panties on purpose before bringing her knees together, an evilly delicious smile spread wide across her face. It was common knowledge to anyone that truly knew her that driving the car turned her on to a point where she couldn't get out of it dry if she'd wanted to. Tonight was no different.

Pulling into the front of the club she was already feeling her namesake running through her body, a warming feeling in her thighs was building with throbbing anticipation of the evening. Getting out of the car very slowly she spread her legs open to step out of the car then running her fingers from the door down the curves of the fender before stepping away. Walking towards the building, swishing her hips, every man in line stared at her regardless of who they had with them. Occasionally one would get a swat from their date as their jaw dropped. While she never made eye contact with anyone, you can be sure she was completely aware of the reaction. She couldn’t help but smirk as she walked right into the club without bothering to stand in line.

Once inside Ms. Horny she sat down with the rest of the group, being handed a margarita by the all knowing bartender a few moments later. After finishing off the margarita she decided it was time to dance. The conversation was boring and nothing she hadn't heard before - government contracts, ROI, the next RFQ, cost analysis -- that was the bad part of going out with those you work with -- you really never got away from work.

On the dance floor she was a goddess, Aphrodite would have been jealous. She looked so hot in her tight black skirt, swaying and bumping her body to the beat. Shimmying to the floor her skirt slid up her thighs so you could see the thin white cloth covering her mound. Every guy in at the bar stared, wishing they could get her away, even for a minute. She loved the power she had over men. She liked to flaunt it everywhere she went. On her way up from the floor she made sure she opened her knees to allow all the men to see her temple. She arched her back to stick her ass and chest out. Smiling maliciously as she slowly rose from the floor. Every guy was hard. And she could take her pick and they would beg for her.

She walked off the floor and to the bar to order her next margarita. Standing at the bar was a tall man who seemed to be having a hard time getting the bartender's attention. She waited patiently, but teased the men who'd been watching her dance by leaning over just a little to far. Waiting, she started to look over the tall man, sizing him up. He was about 6’1", dark hair, toned but not huge, with arms that she loved -- you know, the kind that you could sleep all night in before getting kicked out in the morning.

"Who do I have to flash to get a drink around here?” he shouted over the crowd.

Her ears perked up, the voice was so familiar, but where did she know it from? It was so hard to hear it clearly over the music. He was boyishly cute, certainly cute enough to take home tonight -- besides, he had a pretty good sense of humor it seemed.

“I’ll bite,” she thought to herself. Then, out loud, “Tell you what, you show yours, I’ll show mine, we’ll see who gets served first.”

Slowly, he turned. Oh my, what is HE doing here? she quickly composed herself.

“Good evening Mr. Interesting,” she swallowed and regained her usual composure, “Enjoying yourself this evening?”

“Yes I am, Ms. Horny. It's been a while since I had a night off and while work seems to be much more, um, fun, recently I haven't had the opportunity to go out since I can’t remember. So, having a night off I thought I'd head to the club and watch some young, stupid, twenty-something shake her ass. And, since I have the night off, I'm John off the clock, not Mr. Interesting.

“I’m Natasha, but in front of everyone over there I’m still Ms. Horny,” You said pointing at your table to all the other bosses. “So you like twenty-somethings?”

“Not at all, actually quite the opposite, but I don’t mind laughing at their expense. Of all people you should know exactly what I’m talking about, you don’t put up with crap from anyone."

"Bartender,” he called out, much more assertive than Ms. Horny was used to coming from him, enough to increase her pulse if only a bit. Typically he was the yes ma’am, no sir type. Strong but submissive, apathetic, indifferent about everything…at least until she broke him down a few weeks ago.

She noticed a slight change in his demeanor but it was minimal. Maybe a curious eyebrow raised when she flashed him one of her evil, knowing grins. The kind of grin that said, ‘I’m going to fuck you, but you have to wait for it.’ This was more of a change. But then, she never knew he went out, much less has she seen him.

"Bartender, I’ve been here for a while now and while I know it's good business for you to stand there and talk with the patrons, how about you start multitasking or go get me your boss. I would like to have a margarita for the lady and I’ll take a Corona, leave the cap on!” The bartender scowled but did as he was asked.

You felt yourself get warm inside. You were confused at first. You have a boss who is more powerful than you, he never turned you on, in fact there are men with power below you and they do nothing for you. What is it about this guy? Whatever it is, this is twice in one week he has turned you on to the point where you questioned your nature. As he handed you your drink you told him to follow you back to your table, and he followed obediently, “Yes, Ms. Horny.”

“Good boy, he remembered,” you thought.

Swishing your hips as you walked in front of him, trying to gain your power back you slide your ass slowly into the booth. The same way you always get into and out of your car seat, opening those beautiful legs just a peak. He took a seat across from you, peaking your interest again as you planned on having him beg before the night was through.

“Look what I found.” you said.

“Well, Mr. Interesting, how are you this evening,” one of the bosses said.

“I’m well, sir. Please call me John,” he said reaching across the table to shake everyone's hands.

“And you?”

They introduced themselves by their first names. You were impressed. You knew he could hold his own professionally but few could keep themselves composed and be treated as an equal by all the staunch executives.

The usual fun loving conversation took place. Everyone laughed at each other’s jokes and the more you realized that ‘John’ was comfortable, the more and more impressed you grew…not to mention wetter. You decided your last chance was on the dance floor again. Just about everyone got up. No one danced with anyone in particular, you all traded off switching partners, dancing alone, in a group it didn’t matter you were all having fun, but you made sure that every chance you got to glance over in his direction and if he happened to glance back you would always do something extra sexy, it didn’t matter what. You needed to gain back control over the situation .

You never felt this helpless before and it was starting to scare you, terrified…but in a way that captivated you. Hell, you wanted him to fuck you right there, and not for the fact that you could demand it. Simply because he had gotten you to this point. And he was such a good fuck! Burying his face in your dress the first night on his desk. Rimming you to orgasm while your bosses nephew was deep inside you. God you couldn’t get him out of your mind.

“What is wrong with me,” you thought. Every time you’d grind your sexy ass, you were hoping he’d be staring at you only to realize he was having just as much fun with everyone there. Every other guy in the bar was still staring at you, but it didn’t matter, you didn’t want them. You were interested in Mr. Interesting.

As it grew later everyone started to leave, in cabs and with their DD’s. Mr. Interesting stayed behind. You decided you could still get him your way.

“So I think I want you to take me to my car, John.”

“I don’t think you are in any condition to drive sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? That was new. No one had dared to call you sweetheart since high school. Women in suites aren't called sweetheart.

“How are you with a stick?”

“I can hold my own,” he responded with the same evil smile you had given him for weeks now, “although I’d prefer something else….”

“Well then, let’s go see how aunry you can be.” And you were both on your way out the door.

You took him to your car, and you started walking to the driver side door when he stopped you, “I was serious about not letting drive sweetheart.” You laughed him off and continued. Until he said he was going to go home alone.

After the whole night you weren’t about to let him leave on these terms. He was breaking you down, but you refused to give in just yet. You handed him the keys and told him that you were going to his place. It was weird sitting in your passenger seat, but that beautiful car screamed through your thighs. You leaned over and whispered in Mr. Interesting’s ear, “I want you to fuck me tonight. All night," being your usual bold self.

When he pulled into his garage, she got out and met him at the front of the car. Taking his hand she put it in on her breast and pressed her body against his.

“Give me what I want” you told him seductively.

Another man may have crumbled under that pressure and she was proud of this, but tonight was different. Mr. Interesting ran his hands across her face gently, his eyes softened. She didn’t realize right then what was happening. She was expecting him to pull her head back a bit with his hands in her hair, but he just held her. Then he leaned in and started kissing her. At first she pulled back, but his hand kept her in place until she relaxed. Then the impossible, she kissed him back. Ms. Horny never kisses, it's against all her rules. He had remembered from the first night on his desk. “Just sex,” she had said.

Not tonight, tonight she was going to have exactly what she asked for….give me what I want she had asked. She hasn’t been appreciated on this level in years, and appreciated was exactly what she was going to get.

The kiss was long, lingering. His tongue slid gently over her lips as he sucked them into his mouth top, then bottom. It made her melt the way he held her. He was soft and caressing. A feeling of comfort flooded her, she suddenly felt as if she had arrived home, even though she was at his place. He withdrew from kissing her slowly, so slow she is reluctant to let go.

Ms. Horny melted, he could see it in her eyes. Her usual lustful, calculating demeanor was gone, softened into something more beautiful. Her gorgeous cobalt eyes burned through him searching for his intentions. She knew he didn’t want to fuck her this evening, but was he prepared for tomorrow morning? She had given herself to him, the one act that she never allowed, she gave into him and she loved it. She wasn’t aware what it was like to have these feelings with anyone. Ms. Horny was very confused. Was she prepared for tomorrow morning?

He kissed her again just as slowly and as he did so she felt her feet lifting off the ground. She was being picked up, literally. Mr. Interesting was holding her tightly against him, one hand on her thigh and the other across her shoulder. She was folded neatly in his arms. She felt her arms move instinctively around the back of his neck. He never missed a beat, kissing her luscious lips and carrying her inside his home, to his bedroom sitting down with her still in his arms. She held to him tightly, not allowing his face to leave hers, his kisses still warm and soft in the quiet house. But she wanted, no, needed, more.

She undid the top buttons of his shirt slowly while he kept his arms around her body. He laid her on the bed and slowly started to kiss her neck as he ran his hands along her arms until his fingers were intertwined with hers. He was holding her hands down, but it felt sensual, not controlling. His fingers were massaging the sensitive spots between her fingers lightly, as if he wasn't touching her at all. Just enough to send bolts of passion to her spine.

Kicking off his shoes he climbed on top of her, not pressing his weight down but hovering above her, close enough to her that his body radiated heat onto her. She was dying at this point, she didn’t care how or why, she just desperately wanted him. He kissed her lips one more time, then continued kissing her chin, her jawbone, her neck, collarbone, then tracing the outline of her collarbone with his tongue down to her breast. Pulling on her shirt just a bit to expose her breast, he took a nipple into his mouth and massaged the other with his hand. As he alternated breasts, soft moans could be heard coming out of her mouth. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought she was purring.

With one smooth motion her arms were extended over her head and her shirt floated to the floor. He moved his outstretched arm down gently to catch her hand in his and softly placed it on the pillow. Fingertips grazing her arm, down towards her body, he slowly moved his lips down to her belly. Quickly and playfully he licked her belly button just to hear a giggle before he sat up and placed himself between her long, beautiful legs.

He took her ankles and placed them over his shoulders. Turning his head he started to kiss the edges of her feet while undoing your FMP’s with his hands. Her shoes hit the floor next and his hands began to massage her adorable feet. Still purring she started pulling at him to come closer to her. She wanted to feel him on top of her, inside her, everywhere. He ran his tongue slowly up the inside of her leg, starting at her ankle, passing her calf to the inside of her knee. Continuing up to her thigh, then slipping his head underneath her skirt he continued upwards until she felt his warm, thick tongue lap slowly at the material of your tiny white thong.

She exhaled suddenly, relieved, but then he stopped, He sat back up and slowly took off her skirt, running his hands down her body. Once her skirt was tossed away he crawled up her body, grabbing her panties with his teeth and just as slowly sliding them off. Coming back up to her, he placed her ankles over his shoulders again, and slowly lapped at her soaking wet slit. The teasing and anticipation had her coming in seconds. She can tell he's loving every moment of what he's doing to her as he alternates whipping his tongue in and out of her, lashing at her clit. Ummm, she can hear him moan. Her juices tasting wonderful on his palette. Every time she cums he feels her dig her heels into his back.

He holds her legs open with his arms wrapped around her thighs, opening her wider and wider so that he can get his tongue inside her, deeper and deeper. Before she can control it, she is screaming and arching her back with him pinning her down while he makes her ride out her climax, squirting into his mouth. He takes big gulps of her trying to catch it all, but it is so intense he barely keep up. His hand moves to her belly to keep her pinned down as her hips are bucking against his face. Her taste is sweet and acidic at the same time, her screams are wonderful to him. No longer is her body purring for this man, she is in the middle of the hardest orgasm she's ever had and the proof is right there on Mr. Interesting’s chin, dripping down his throat to his bare chest. His chest, she realizes, she hasn't seen yet.

She pulls him up to her and slowly undoes the rest of his shirt buttons leading downwards. He hovers above her supporting himself with his hand just outside her shoulders. Her hands do not stop with his shirt, she unbuttons the last one and slides her hands to the front of his pants where she can feel his hardness. She pulls him closer to kiss him again. As she expertly undoes his belt and pants with just one hand his thick cock springs out. She grasps his dick in one hand and begins stroking it up and down, slowly savoring his hard on. He kicks his pants around his ankles and then to the floor. Sitting above her she finally gets to see him in all his glory and he in yours. She is beautiful, sexy as she knew but also beautiful. She could see it in the way he was looking into her yes, burning into his. He didn't want her for the sake of just wanting her, he didn't simply crave her body, he was looking at her.

She pulled him to her, guiding him to her opening, dripping wet from the lube he couldn't swallow. Pressing his head against her she whispered in his ear, “Make love to me, John, please."

He kissed her in affirmation and gently eased himself inside her as deep as he could. Her legs found themselves locked around his back at his hips. His pelvis tight against hers never moved away from her body. He rolled his hips in rhythm with hers, rubbing his head along her cervix being sure not to pull out. Every time she rolled her hips with his the intensity grew until waves of ecstasy racked through her body, screaming as she came all over his cock, bucking her hips hips against his body, meeting every thrust with his until she were cumming so hard she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

Leaning forward he sucked her bottom lip. Opening her eyes she locked into his gaze. All she could do was wonder what he was thinking, and she knew he was thinking the same for her. But she wouldn't dare tell him she was falling for him. Her body released from its lock and her breathing came back in heavy waves and moans, purring again. He could feel her pussy squeeze and release, squeeze and release over and over knowing he could feel her spraying down his dick with her juices while it was deep inside her. Drawing out his climax she looked into his eyes and said, "Baby."

He fell right there and admitted doing so. She continued, “Will you please finish inside me? I want to feel my man leave his hot thick cum inside me while he makes love to me.”

It was enough to drive any man insane and within seconds she felt him shooting his load deep inside her, coating her cervix, squirting the inside of her walls, dripping his creamy cum from her pussy.

“Stay with me tonight sweetheart,” he said softly.

She didn’t let that he called her sweetheart again slip her mind. She kissed him in a way that could not be mistaken for anything but ‘I love you.’ They both rolled over so that she was on top of him, and she fell asleep in his arms leaving his cock to melt inside her. His arms wrapped protectively around her all night long, never letting go. Her ear on his chest, his heartbeat helped her sleep a sound, peaceful sleep. She didn't wake up until morning.

In the morning she awoke to him watching her sleeping peacefully in his arms, him thinking her to be more beautiful than she was the night before. He kissed her, and held her. Neither of them daring to move except the occasional grind of the hips. They had both fallen, words were inconsequential. They both knew it and neither had intentions of ever letting the other go.

(Written by Him, Rewritten by Her with His Permission.)