Harriet’s Dinner Date

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Harriet sat in her flat in a short robe sipping at her coffee pondering on the sudden turn of events at work which had catapulted her into the limelight, the very last place she wanted to be. Her goal had always been to keep this job which she felt fortunate to have and she had strived to do her best, be polite, do exactly what she was told. It had been a rocky road at times, and yes, she had made mistakes, She was very much aware of the cutthroat nature of the owner of Fastnett Computers Devon McGuire her employer and her ruthless bitchy P.A. Carla Shanks. Harriet knew that every day might be her last if she was not up to scratch.

But this, what had happened, she could simply never have conceived of it. An out of the blue order from Devon to ‘seduce’ clients to ensure that a very important contract came the company’s way.

‘Use your feminine wiles Harriet,’ Devon had said locking eyes with her.

Harriet had gone red. ‘Yes,’ Ms. McGuire,’ she had answered.

So here she was about to get ready for a dinner date to try and do exactly what she had been told to. She knew that sweeteners were an important element in contract decisions and came in many forms.

She drained her coffee cup and looked again at the shots on the phone that Devon had sent her. Michael, tall and confident, Grant, a little shorter, very handsome. At least now she knew the names of those she had been up close and personal with in the broken-down lift at work yesterday.

Her mind drifted back to what had happened when she was taking the two not unattractive clients on that tour of the building and a little shiver ran through her. Unknown to anyone at Fastnett Harriet had a rampant sexual appetite which she had kept tightly under control where work was concerned. Until yesterday that was, when the dormant fires of her sensuous desires had been stoked.

She clamped her thighs together, resisting the temptation to slip her hand inside her robe.

She had not been touched for ages and being lewdly interfered with, despite her shock and initial embarrassment and whispered protestations, had so excited her.

A little aggression had always been such a turn on for Harriet. Helpless to stop Grant’s bare stiff penis frotting across her bottom cheeks trying to push between her legs through her skirt. His hands busy up her sweater unfastening her bra playing with her breasts and nipples on and on till she couldn’t think straight, being forced to stroke his bare smooth rigid penis; Michael’s hand right up her skirt her damp panties worked down, his finger up her aroused cunt. All of this in public with the possibility of being caught, shamed, dismissed, had driven her to a quite shattering orgasm.

Harriet forced her mind back to the present. If she had to be the sweetener that got the contract over the line, then so be it.

She had taken her time choosing her underwear for this dinner date. Before her shower she picked out a powder blue, low cut pushup bra, matching lace trimmed hi leg panties and a sheer pair of hold ups with lace tops.

She undressed and went into the bathroom. Watching her self naked in the mirror.

She carefully trimmed her pussy leaving a cute little landing strip, showered and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Time was moving on. Looking good, even if I say it myself, she thought. She picked up her bra and began to put on her underwear.

Harriet’s blouse was powder blue, her three inches above the knee skirt, low on her hips, navy. She slipped into her heels, put on her little gold crucifix and closed the clasp. It dangled in the valley between her breasts.

She was due at the client’s hotel at seven. She slipped into her light blue coat and picked up her clutch bag just as her phone beeped with a message that her taxi had arrived.

In the cab Harriet took out her Dolche & Gabbana parfum, sprayed a little on her neck and the backs of her wrists. The driver was all eyes in the rear-view mirror He grinned good naturedly and looked away.

Michael and Grant were waiting for her in the lobby, lost in their own thoughts. Both were inwardly excited. There was something different sefaköy escort about this girl, something hidden and alluring mused Michael. He fantasized about having Harriet willingly roped, spread eagled on the bed, naked except for one earring and an ankle chain, helpless, her nipples stiff, her pussy glistening in anticipation of being taken. Grant replayed in his mind frotting against her taut buttocks in the lift, the feel of her fingers on his cock.

When she entered the hotel lobby Michael and Grant waved over from where they were sitting.

Harriet waved back and pointed to the sign for the ladies. Once she was inside she fixed her hair, checked her make up and took out her parfum. She hiked up her skirt and sprayed her bare thighs above her stocking tops. It would have to do. She left the bathroom and went over to meet the clients.

‘Michael,’ she said warmly putting her arm round his neck and kissing his cheek, ‘and you too Grant,’ as she greeted him likewise, A heady mix of talc, perfume. shampoo and a hint of something else wafted over the clients.

‘You look so pretty Harriet,’ said Michael, ‘we’re so glad you could come’

Harriet blushed as she thanked him. Grant was trying not to stare.

‘Let me take your coat Harriet,’ he offered. ‘l’ll hand it in while Mike shows you to our table.’

‘Why thank you,’ murmured Harriet opening her coat and starting to slide if off her shoulders. As she did so her breasts pressed forward against her taut blouse. It did not go unnoticed by the two men.

Grant took her coat and walked away towards the cloakroom. He could smell her scent off her coat and his penis stirred in his pants.

When they sat down, and the waiter brought menus, Harriet ran a hand through her hair and leant forwards to peruse her menu on the table drawing attention to the little gold crucifix dangling down between her cleavage.

The dinner went well. Harriet had two glasses of wine and got a little animated, talking with her hands. Michael was captivated by her long slender fingers and the powder blue nail polish on her short well-trimmed nails. She was persuaded to have a liqueur with her coffee and, face flushed, couldn’t seem to be able to sit still, kept crossing and uncrossing her nylon encased legs chattering away. Grant wished she would stop shifting around in her chair. She was giving him a hard on as her short skirt worked higher up her firm thighs.

Michael and Grant spoke briefly to Harriet about their plans. They would be having another meeting with Devon and then returning home to discuss things with their board.

‘Of course it goes without saying,’ said Harriet, smiling winningly and playing with her hair ‘that I’m hoping for the best for us.’

‘Please excuse me,’ she murmured, standing up and smoothing down her skirt. They watched the movement of her buttocks. as she crossed the room to the ladies

‘Thank you for a lovely dinner, it’s been great meeting you again, but I really should be getting back soon,’ she smiled on her return.

‘Come up for a nightcap Harriet,’ offered Grant casually. ‘It’s not too late and we have so enjoyed your company.’

Harriet hesitated. ‘It has been so lovely’ she admitted feeling more than a little tipsy. The two men waited.

‘Well alright then,’ she assented, ‘just for a little while,’

Grant fetched her coat and Michael helped her on with it with his hands lingering on her shoulders. The three of them got the lift up to Michael’s room. Grant went to his own room saying he would be along soon after making a call.

‘Come in please,’ said Michael, opening his room door, ‘and have a seat.’

‘Can I get you a gin? Sorry, there’s not much choice in the minibar.’

‘Gin is cool,’ smiled Harriet shrugging off her coat and sitting down rather heavily on the sofa.

Michael got a couple of miniatures of gin and mixers, poured them and handed her a glass.

‘ Cheers,’ she said bright eyed.

‘I’m sorry you and Grant are leaving,’ she said softly. The gin was going to her head, she took another sip and şehzadeler looked into his eyes. Nothing else was said as they put their glasses down on the table and looked into each other’s eyes. Michael moved closer to her and slid an arm round her waist. He lightly kissed her on the mouth and Harriet’s lips parted invitingly. She ran her fingers through his hair and her other hand drifted down put her onto his thigh. The kiss deepened and Michael slipped his tongue into her mouth and ran it round her teeth They tongue played and Harriett felt her nipples tighten in her bra. She wriggled against him pressing her breasts against his chest.

‘Unbutton your blouse Harriet’ murmured Michael thickly.

‘What about Grant?,’ she whispered woozily.

‘Grant likes to watch,’ answered Michael, toying with her crucifix.

‘ The naughty boy,’ she husked trailing her fingers across his thigh dangerously close to his crotch. They kissed again and stood up. Michael back stepped her over against the wall their thighs shifting against each others Michael watched as she slowly teased open her blouse buttons till he could see her bra. She eased he blouse out of her skirt. Michael slipped it off her toyed with her pretty ear and kissed her neck. Harriet wriggled, she was getting hot and bothered. She angled it letting him get easier access to one of her most sensitive erogenous zones and let out a little gasp. Michael’s fingers moved over her breasts and opened the front clasp of her bra. Taking if off he started caressing her sensitive breasts.

‘Suck my nipples,’ she whispered urgently and groaned when he took one then the other into his mouth. Harriet’s head arched back as he took one between his teeth. She groped blindly for his cock. Lost in each other they missed the door quietly open and close.

They broke apart.

‘What about Grant,’ Harriet persisted her voice a little ragged.

‘Grant will be fine Harriet’ he replied, sliding his hand down to the hem of her skirt. and stroking her thigh

‘Can we go and lie down’, she moaned.

They heard a little cough. Grant was standing against the wall near the bed watching them, staring at Harriet’s naked breasts and smudged lipstick.

‘Where have you been Grant?’ pouted Harriet, ‘we’ve been waiting for you.’ She took Michael by the hand and led him across to the bed, picking up her glass and having another drink on the way. Michael sat down on the bed and then swung his legs up. He watched as Harriet moved closer to Grant. She looked back coyly over her shoulder at him for a few seconds.

‘Sit down and get comfy Grant,’ she said softly.

He sank into an easy chair and watched as Harriet ran her hands down her skirt and very slowly began to work it up her thighs till it reached the lace band of her hold ups.

‘Michael tells me you are a very naughty boy,’ she said seductively, ‘Is that right Grant?’ she went on, lifting her skirt higher so he could see her smooth pale thighs above her stocking tops.

‘Show me just how naughty you are. Take out your penis,’ she said. Harried raised her arms above her head revealing her smooth underarms. Grant stared at them as he fumbled with his zip. His hard on had tented his pants.

‘ Do you like this Grant. Would you like to lick them or rub your cock against them?’ she murmured coquettishly. Grant had freed his penis and sat back in the chair legs splayed his fingers wrapped round his erect cock.

Harriet worked her skirt up to her waist showing Grant her sky blue pantied mound, stained by her arousal, her hi leg underwear framed by her stockings.

Her eyes narrowed.

‘What a big cock,’ she whispered as red in the face he edged his swollen penis. She turned round and showed him her wiggling bottom giving Michael a view of her pantied cunt, running her fingers down her slit smiling at him. Turning back round she stared at Grant’s busy fingers and slowly peeled down her panties, stepped out of them and tossed them to Grant. She turned and moved over to the bed unzipping her skirt as she went. She wiggled out of it and sat down on the bed. Michael selçuklu escort lay back his hands behind his head. She unbuttoned his pants, reached for his zipper and yanked it down. Michael lifted up and she pulled down his pants and boxers. His angry looking penis jerked and pulsed. She could see the lust in his eyes.

He closed them as Harriet teased a fingertip along his pee hole and then bent over and took him into her wet warm mouth.

His breathing grew laboured as Harriet cupped his swollen balls and ran her tongue round the underside of his helmet, hollowing her cheeks as she took more of his length into her mouth.

They could hear the slick sound of sex as Grant wanked his penis, his eyes fixed on Harriet’s bobbing head and jiggling little breasts.

Harriet heard a stifled groan as Grant came to the boil erupting a thick jet of cum into the air that splashed back down over his tummy.

Harriet was getting really worked up. She slid her mouth off of Michael’s cock, precum dripping down her chin, climbed on top of him and lowered her gaping, glistening vagina over his face as she clung to the headboard. He sucked greedily at her, mashing his face against her dripping pussy, lapping at her with his tongue as Harriet made little plaintiff cries urging him on.

His fingers found her bottom and she wriggled frantically as he raked his nails down her cheeks. He eased a finger into her bum crack and probed lower. Harriet jolted as he found her anus and she desperately lifted up trying to clench her buttocks. But she could not hold it. Her legs trembled and weakened, she felt herself slipping back down onto the tip of his finger. Michael was relentless, He worked an inch of his stubby finger up her anus. Harriet shook, moaning as he moved it round and round inside her tight little pucker. He pushed harder. Her head rolled forward in surrender.

Crack! He spanked her hard with his free hand. That did it.

‘O god I’m cumming, I’m cumming,’ she groaned grinding her cunt into his face soaking it with her pussy juice as her orgasm racked through her.

She flopped off him onto her back panting, legs splayed quivering, her bum hole throbbing.

Michael’s penis was jerking and pulsing. He moved on top of her and guided the bulbous head of his leaking penis to her entrance, nosing it up and down her swollen labia, teasing it across her aroused clit.

‘Fuck’ he grunted and thrust his cock deep up into Harriet’s pussy, horsing into her driving her up the bed, screwing her silly as she clung to the bedhead.

‘Oh, oh oh,’ she moaned, churning her hips feeling him filling her stretched hole. On and he went changing the angle of entry, half pulling out and then thrusting back up pumping into her, Harriet thought she was going to pass out. She felt him swelling inside her, as he gave one last thrust.

‘Give me it, give me it,’ she wailed, her pussy clamping round his cock. Michael jerked, groaned, spurted, dumped his hot load up into her.

Harriet awoke later cradled in Michael’ arms. She gently extricated herself, went to the toilet walking a little funny on wobbly legs, cleaned herself up, and got dressed.

There was no sign of Grant or her panties as she quietly left the room feeling a satisfied tingle in her groin.

Next day at work Harriet came in early. She kept her head down, what will be will be she mused. Anyway, what did she expect? For Devon to call her in and congratulate her, for the clients to come in and say goodbye? She was being ridiculous. She had been roundly fucked, still had that tingle of satisfaction between her legs.

Just before the end of the day her phone rang and a sense of unease enveloped her. when she saw it was Carla’s number.

‘My office, now’ said Carla curtly when Harriet picked up.

‘Well, well, well it’s the dinner date,’ she said icily when Harriet came over.

‘ Sit down’ she snapped. ‘Devon is far too busy to deal with this,’ she went on. You have a dress code infraction for wearing that skirt. You do remember don’t you, the one you were wearing the day you were supposed to be showing the clients round the building, not flaunting your bottom,’

‘I’ve got my eye on you Harriet don’t dare ever try to get above your station here. Oh and by the way your precious clients have gone. It’s back to reality. Now get back to work.’

Harriet nodded stood up and silently left the room.

Safely back in her office a little enigmatic smile flitted across her face.

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