A Night in Paris

"Oh my god," exclaimed Ted, his bright blue eyes riveted to some amazing scene across the room.

"What?" asked his good friend Greg, craning his head and brushing the locks of brown hair out of his green eyes, being only 5'9" he was four inches shorter than his friend and couldn't see around the mass of milling people in the crowded bar.

"Paris Hilton is over there!" Ted's turned his blonde head down to look at his good friend and constant partner in sexual adventures, an excited and anticipatory smile coming to his handsome face.

Greg grinned back just as hard, "You don't say..."

"I know we were going to separate tonight, but..." Ted arched a questioning eyebrow.

Laughing, Greg replied, "Fuck that! We're sharing again man!! If we can talk her into it anyway" They grinned at each other, seducing ladies into bed with them was not a problem they'd ever had.

Thirty minutes later the extremely charming and handsome duo were flirting with the irrepressible hotel heiress; neither of them actually thought her face was all that attractive (in fact, they often made fun of her), but she had a hot body and the bragging rights to banging her would be well worth the effort involved. And considering her reputation - not to mention the porno that she'd been in - they didn't think that she'd be too hard to convince.

Ted drank a tequila shot with her, as she stuck the lemon in her mouth, he leaned down and kissed her, sucking the lemon from her mouth into his own and turning it around. While she was preoccupied with his admittedly very skilled tongue, Greg gropped her hot ass and she wiggled it in his grip. The three of them continued talking as she smiled and laughed, she really was just as dumb an obnoxious as she was on TV, but the guys didn't care. She was a celebrity.

They were just standing taking up bar space and she was talking almost non-stop when the bartender interrupted them and asked if they wanted more drinks after they'd told him no she asked, "What was I saying again?"

Greg smiled charmingly at her, "You were saying you'd like to find somewhere a little more private to talk with us." Actually, she'd been saying no such thing, but she just laughed at his audacity.

Winking at him, she purred, "Ohh... well in that case, I believe there's a hotel just down the street."

The men slipped their arms around her, and Ted surreptitiously rubbed her ass through the short black skirt she was wearing.

"Mmmm..." she snuggled against Greg's shoulder, "That feels good."

The guys looked at each other, slapping a mental high five, this was awesome. Once at the hotel she and Ted started making out in the lobby as Greg booked a room for the night. She kept rubbing her body against his, and he could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest as she pressed close.

Once up in the room, they wasted no time in getting her clothes off; she had an allover body tan which argued for much time spent in a tanning booth. Her tits were round and perky with pert pink nipples topping them off, her pussy was completely shaved except a little landing strip of hair leading into her slit. The guys grinned at each other as they shucked off their clothes while she sat back on the bed, smiling as she watched them disrobe.

Greg tossed Ted the disposable camera he'd purchased in the hotel gift shop, "Make sure you get her face in a few of the pictures, otherwise the guys'll never believe it!"

Paris just laughed at the exchange and lifted her arms to Greg.

As Greg kissed the naked infamous heiress, Todd snapped several shots of their lip lock, Greg biting on her neck, and a clear one of her euphoric face as he sucked her nipple. Popping the nipple out of his mouth, Greg took charge of the camera as Todd picked the her up and arranged her body on the bed. With her head hanging off the side of the bed she pouted at the camera, he laid her face up and spread her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs and working his mouth up to her already wet pussy lips. Greg snapped a few shots of Todd's tongue inside the heiress' pink folds, and then took a picture of his dick sliding into her open and moaning mouth while her head hung at the perfect angle off the bed. She was in the perfect position for him to slide his 7" dick all the way between her pink lips, while her moans created vibrations through her throat that massaged the hard shaft. Tossing the camera to the side, he began squeezing the round globes of her flesh as he pushed his dick in and out of her mouth, massaging them in circles on her chest. The intensity of her moans increased as he pinched the hard nipples between his finger tips.

Todd looked up from his position between her legs, "Damn man, she's leaking like a faucet down here! Horny bitch!" Greg didn't answer, but kept thrusting into her gaping mouth, as Todd lifted the long tanned legs over his own shoulders in order to position her pussy better in front of his face. Sliding a finger into her eager wet hole, he found it disappointingly slack; pulling it out he replaced it with two fingers, and then three before it was at a tightness that he liked.

Pulling his face back up from the slippery folds of her cunt, he whispered to Greg, "Dude, she's pretty slack, definitely had a decent amount of bone in her."

Frowning, Greg pulled on her nipples, milking the round teats while continuing the skull fuck, softly he replied, "What about her ass?"

Todd pulled his dripping fingers out of her pussy and slowly pushed one into her asshole; her body squirmed as it slid into her and her moans increased, as did her sucking on Greg's cock. He grinned and mouthed, "Virgin tight man." Paris didn't appear to have heard their crude appraisal of her holes as she was busy swallowing most of Greg's dick down her throat, using her hands wrapped around his ass to push him even further into her hot mouth.

Pulling out of her mouth, Greg released her nipples as well but kept his hand on her chest as he leaned towards his friend and murmured in his ear, "Tell you what, why don't we reposition her, we can both take turns in her pussy and then we'll get down to really having fun with her after that. I mean, if her ass is tight," he winked at her and she blew a kiss at him back, "that's all that really matters right?"

Ted nodded, "I'll go first and then we can sandwich her, maybe with one of us in her ass that'll tighten it up a bit."

Agreeably, Greg helped his friend position her body up on the bed, then stepped back and began stroking his dick as Ted pushed his 8" dick into the extremely wet hole.

"Fuck, you're wet," he told the blonde as he started pumping away. Even though her pussy was slack, she kept clenching it around his thrusting dick, which definitely helped. The wetness and the clenching, as well as his eagerness in fucking someone famous, helped him as his dick pushed home. He began fucking her hard, jolting her body so that her tits jiggled every time their groins met, moving quickly, he found that she was breathing faster and actually trying to meet his thrusts. Hunching over, he started grinding his dick in her eager puss as his mouth sought out her jutting nipple, as his teeth closed over the little bud, she started moaning even louder and shuddering as a climax ran through her body. Shockingly, her cunt closed down hard on his dick, gripping him in exquisite tightness as ripples ran through her inner flesh. He groaned and the nipple fell from his mouth as he spilled his load into that unexpected vise of a pussy.

When he pulled out, Greg was watching him with a surprised and amused look, "What the hell happened man?"

Paris and Ted grinned at him, "I think I'll let you find out on your own. Here," Looking at Paris, "turn over and suck me hard again while Greg takes his turn, then we'll sandwich you." Eagerly, the infamous blonde got on her hands and knees, her mouth going straight for Ted's slack dick.

Soon Greg was pounding away at her pussy doggy-style, enjoying the occasion clenching as her body responded to him; Ted was starting to get hard again as her moaning mouth slobbered over his sloppy dick. Then Greg brought back his hand back and smacked it against the firm flesh of her ass, looking surprised, he told Ted, "Hey, she liked that, her whole cunt spasmed!" Pulling back his other hand, he hit the other side of her ass. Now Paris was moaning loudly around his quickly hardening dick as Greg continued to slap her ass, alternating hands and watching the flesh jiggle while he pumped her body.

"I'm ready now," Ted told him and Greg pulled out of her pussy and slid his body under hers as Todd held her up with his hands on her breasts. Getting her into position, they slide her cunt down Greg's pole, and he started moving underneath her, hands gripping and squeezing her breasts while her limp head nestled in his shoulder. After a moment he slowed his strokes so that Ted could get into position.

Looking over her shoulder, the blonde heiress smiled lazily at him, "Put it in baby, make me a meat sandwich!"

He gasped as he entered the incredible tightness of her ass... that was the great thing about assholes, even if hers had been used before, it would always shrink back to being very close to its original proportions. Greg benefitted too, he could feel his friend's hard dick sliding into the hole through the thin lining of her pussy, and it helped to tighten her wet hole a bit. Moving together, the two guys began to double fuck her, pushing her thin body down hard on both of their dicks as her blonde hair fell over Greg's chest.

With all the attention being given to her body, the blonde began cumming again, screaming loudly, and both men gasped as her holes clenched down tight and pulsed around them.

"HOLY SHIT!" Greg cried out as his balls immediately released their load while her pussy made the most sensational movements around his dick; Ted didn't even have the breath to say anything when her asshole closed down on his dick. It was so tight that it felt like he might not even be able to cum, each spurt forced its way past her quivering and clamped sphincter, making the actual release even more incredible.

After the men pulled out of her holes, she lay limply on the bed, smiling happily and stroking her cum-filled pussy.

"That's one crazy pussy trick," Greg observed.

"Thanks." she replied, spreading her legs a little so that they could clearly see the cum leaking from her folds, "You should try my ass."

Greg grinned at her, "I plan to."

Ted, who had been quiet up till now said, "You know, I bet we could fist her." Greg looked at his friend out of the corner of his eye, both of them looked speculatively at Paris who just smiled and spread her legs a little wide again.

Ted grinned, "I'll do it, you concentrate on getting hard again and then I can fist her while you're in her ass."

It didn't take much at all for Ted to work four fingers into that slack pussy, then he closed his thumb over his hand and began forcing his straight hand into her gaping hole. Paris moaned, her eyes half closed, and her hands playing with her round breasts as he made a fist inside her.

"Now that's tight," he said approvingly, moving his fist back and forth in her cunt, trying to push as much of his forearm as he could get in.

Greg was hard again from watching the slim blonde heiress take his friend's forearm into her body, he lay down on the bed next to her as Ted pulled his pussy coated arm out of her hole and helped Greg lower her ass onto his dick. As Greg began groaning and thrusting his dick in her much tighter back door, Ted made his hand into a fist and began pushing it into her pussy.

Reaching his hands around her flopping body, Greg gripped her breasts hard, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, using it to leverage his thrusts into the tightness of her ass. Ted worked her pussy hard, showing no mercy as he started banging his fist against her cervix, she was so skinny he could actually see her skin ripple as his arm moved back and forth inside her body. Using his other hand, he started rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand, stimulating the little nub. Paris was gripping Greg's thighs beneath her with her hands to keep her balance as she whimpered and moaned while they pummeled her body.

Greg was almost ready to cum again when her ass caught him in it's incredible grip, and as her hole bore down on his dick he let loose a huge load into the darkness of her hole. Ted had to leave his arm in her pussy as her body jerked and came, it had him too tightly gripped for him to pull out until she'd finally stopped cumming.

The men stood by the bed, looking at her abused body. Greg snapped a picture at the cum leaking out of her ass while her pussy gaped wide above it, her nipples were reddish and sore looking from all the pinching and pulling they'd done.

"You want another turn at her?" he asked Ted.

"Nah, I'm done."

Greg nodded, but Paris pouted at them and he had another thought, "Hey Paris, you wanna do something really nasty?"

She looked surprised, "What?"

"It's a surprise, come on let's go in the bathroom."

Ted looked surprised when he figured out what his friend was probably up to, but then nodded, why not if she was up for it.

Placing her body over the tub so that her ass was in the air and her face in the tub, Greg opened her ass with two fingers and then placed his pee-hard dick in the hole. Making sure her hole was completely plugged, he started pissing, filling her hershey-highway with one last load. She moaned as her ass filled up with his hot piss, and started rubbing her clit with one hand while her belly bloated outward. When he was completely done, he pulled out and she got all the way into the tub, so that she was laying with her head up on a ledge and her legs spread obscenely. Piss and cum was already starting to leak out of her ass.

Pinching her already hard nipples she looked up at Todd, "Give it to me baby"

Taking careful aim between her spread legs, Ted let loose a hot hard jet of pee, hitting her squarely on her clit. As the pressure of the stream hit the little nub and the hot liquid spread over her pussy, Paris came again while Greg took another picture.

The men left her in the shower as she washed away their piss and cum.

As they got in the elevator Greg commented to Ted, "Damn man, she was a nasty slut."

"Yeah," Ted hit the Lobby button, "Didn't think she'd actually cum when I pissed on her."

"Yeah that was kinda hot."

"Yeah."

END

A Little Office Sex

Chandler had been fooling around with Rachel's boss, Joanna, in her office. When she was called away to a meeting, she teasingly locked him to her desk chair, sans pants, to wait for her return. Unfortunately for him, she called later to tell him that she would be delayed for quite a while.

Thinking they were going to sneak a peek at the Christmas bonus list, Rachel and Sophie used a hidden spare key to get into the office, and found Chandler in this compromising position. They left, with Sophie freaked out and Rachel mad. Despite Rachel's anger with him, Chandler convinced her to unlock the handcuffs and let him leave.

But no sooner had she done so, than she realized that Joanna would come back, find Chandler gone, and know that Rachel was involved. In the frantic rush of activity, Chandler became handcuffed to the filing cabinet beside the door.

"Chandler! Chandler, please, I have to get you locked up back the way you were, I am sooo gonna lose my job, she's very private about her office. Now I know why," Rachel pleaded.

"Hey, look, you're in trouble either way! Okay? If she comes back and sees me locked to this instead of the chair, she's gonna know you were in here. So you might as well just let me go," Chandler knew that he had Rachel in a no-win situation.

"What if I clean your bathroom for a month?" she suggested.

"It still wouldn't be clean," he replied, eliciting a look of disgust from Rachel. "All I want is my freedom."

"Foot rubs for a month!" she offered.

"Freedom!" he insisted.

"I'll take all of your photos and put them into photo albums!"

"Freedom! I want my freedom! Why won't you hear me?!" Chandler opened the door and called to Rachel's coworker, "Sophie, help me! Help me!!" Sophie stood up to help.

"Sophie, sit!!" Rachel ordered. Like a little dog, Sophie obeyed.

Rachel quickly closed the door and stuffed Chandler's tie in his mouth, as a gag.

"No! Would you just calm down!" she said to Chandler, her own calmness completely gone.

Chandler tried to scream a little bit, then realized that he could simply spit out his gag. It left his mouth with a 'pouf'.

"I'm gonna say this for the last time," Chandler began with measured tones. "Would you please just…"

As he was speaking, he moved his arm and the upper file drawer rolled out. It hit him in the back of the head, enhancing his irritation with Rachel. Undeterred, she continued the negotiations.

"I uh... will buy and wrap all of your Christmas gifts."

"No!"

"I, ah… Oh! I'll squeeze you fresh orange juice every morning!"

"With extra pulp?" he asked, with false brightness.

"Yeah!!" Rachel said happily, thinking she'd finally found a deal.

"No!"

"D'oh!!" she exclaimed, frustrated. She paused, then a little smile crept across her face. "I've got it!"

"You don't have it," he said suspiciously.

"I have so got it." She cleared her throat. "Well, you said that Joanna would be gone for a couple of hours." She moved in close to him. "So, I'm thinking... a little touchy... a little licky... a little sucky..."

Rachel's eyes matched the seductive tone of her voice. Her tight body was invitingly close.

"Well, oral IS good..." Chandler said, with feigned contemplation. "But won't Sophie wonder why you're in here for so long?"

"No, she's really not that smart..." she said matter-of-factly.

"Oh. Okay. In that case, I'm thinking of something... that rhymes with oral..."

Rachel thought for a moment. Then she took a quick step back.

"NO! No deal!" she said, pointing her finger at him.

"Oh, come on. What's the big deal?"

"Look, I didn't even let Ross do that when we were dating... and I was in love with him. There's no way I'm gonna let you put YOUR thing..."

"All right, all right... calm down. How about just some good old fashioned sex on the desk?"

Rachel looked at him with suspicion.

"Okay, but only if I get some oral too. I need to get something out of this, too, ya know. Deal?"

She extended her hand, except instead of offering to shake his, she did a more appropriate thing, and placed it on his crotch. Chandler looked down.

"Deal!" he said putting his free hand on her breast. They each gently squeezed their handful.

"Now, unlock me."

Rachel retrieved the key from her pocket.

"So can I pretend that you're my secretary? 'Miss Green, can you come in her and take some DICK-tation?'"

He laughed, but received only a testy look from Rachel.

"Look. Don't push it," she warned.

Rachel reached up to unlock the handcuffs that held him to the filing cabinet. But she paused, and looked at him with a nasty smile.

"Hmmm... you can't really move until I unlock you..."

"Yes, that's kind of how handcuffs are designed to work," Chandler snapped back. Rachel was undaunted.

"Well, what if I'm not ready to unlock you?"

She slid the key in her pocket and pushed down the front of Chandler's boxers.

"What if I want to do some stuff to you while you're cuffed to that filing cabinet?"

She began to stroke his now-hard rod. She could tell that he liked her idea, even if he could only stammer a response.

"I'm beginning to see why Joanna wanted to have you as a boy-toy. Except as MY boy-toy, I'm going to treat you real nice," she moved in and kissed him with her last words.

Rachel squatted in front of Chandler, slowly stroking his rod, and looking up at him.

"I think I want to play with my toy... a little touchy..." she whispered, "a little licky..." She licked the length of his cock.

"A little sucky..." She placed her mouth over his head and gently suckled on the end.

"A little more sucky..." she purred. The head went back in, and she sucked long and hard.

"AAAWWWWWWW!" Chandler groaned.

"SHHH!" Rachel shushed him, "Sophie's still at her desk. We can't let her hear us. She's dense, but she's not deaf."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered back, " but it's really hard not to..."

"Well do I have to stop?"

"No no, let's not get hasty. I'll be quiet. I promise."

"Okay," she smiled seductively, "because I want to keep sucking on my toy."

Rachel was jacking his dick as she held the front of his underwear down.

"Y'know, these are just in the way. I don't think I want them on you anymore," she decided.

With that, she pulled down Chandler's boxers and gently slapped his feet to get him to step out of them. Her hands glided back up. She slowly stroked his rod and fondled his balls.

"There. Isn't that much better? Just think of it as a different kind of freedom," she said as she put Chandler back in her mouth.

Rachel held his thighs as she rocked her body back and forth, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. Chandler watched his beautiful friend sucking his cock, and tried for all he was worth not to make a sound.

Her movements gradually transferred from her whole body to just her head, allowing a faster blowjob as it moved back and forth. Chandler rested his head on the file drawer behind him, breathing hard.

Rachel's mouth left his cock, and her hand took over, stroking him in time with her previous sucking.

"Does my boy like the way I suck his toy?"

Her lips were instantly on his sack, sucking on one of his balls.

"Oh yeah!" he said in a low tone.

"Good, because I wouldn't want him to re-neg on our deal," she said, then slowly licked the bottom of his shaft as she watched him.

"Oh, I won't," he promised.

With one last series of licks and sucks, Rachel stood, and moved in close to him.

"You actually thought I might let you do me in the ass, huh? So, do you like my ass, Chandler?" she teased.

"Oh yes, it's very very nice," he said nervously.

Rachel was wearing a dark grey pantsuit. She turned around and pulled the jacket up to reveal her butt. It filled the cut of her pants nicely; tight enough to be a little provocative, yet still very professional for the office.

"I think I have a nice ass, too. I work very hard at it, you know..."

She backed into his hard rod, and rubbed the shaft with her butt cheeks.

"... making sure that it's firm... and tight... and sexy... I want guys to want to fuck it... but you know that they can't..."

A small drop of precum beaded out onto the fabric.

"Uh, Rach... if you keep that up... I'm probably going to blow my load all over your suit."

She laughed sexily and turned around.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we," she said as she reached up and unlocked the handcuff from the drawer handle. "Why don't you go sit in Joanna's chair."

Chandler went and sat down. Rachel strolled around the end of the desk and came up behind him. She ran her fingers through his hair, then teasingly jerked his head back so he was looking up at her. She leaned over and kissed his mouth, upside down. A long wet kiss.

"Time for your part of the bargain."

Rachel spun him around to face her. She undid the single button on her jacket, and allowed it to fall open. Removing it, Rachel tossed it across the desk. She was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt under it. Rachel looked at Chandler sitting there in only a blue dress shirt.

"I don't think you should leave that unattended," she smiled.

Chandler caught her meaning and gladly stroked his rod as he watched his sexy friend strip.

Rachel unzipped her slacks, stepped out of them, and draped them over her jacket. Beneath her v-neck top, her obviously erect nipples told Chandler that her only underwear was the lacy yellow thong that hung loosely in front of her trimmed snatch of hair. It was held on only by simple strings as straps. She stepped toward him.

"Take this off me."

Chandler gently pulled on the front and saw the pussy hair that was veiled by the lace. His hands eased her thong down her thighs, and it fell the rest of the way to her ankles. Rachel lifted her high heels, one by one, to step out of it.

His hand traveled upward, and he brushed his fingers across her pussy. She was already quite wet. Rachel read his mind.

"Giving head always gets me VERY horny," she explained.

Chandler slowly rubbed her pussy lips as Rachel ran her fingers through his hair.

"Mmmm, yeah," she said softly.

His other hand moved up and under her shirt, and groped her breast.

"Oh, yeah," Rachel moaned, brushing her long hair from her face. "Oh, Chandler, sweetie, I like this and all... but I REALLY need you to lick me."

"Well, that was part of the deal..." he agreed, trying to hide his excitement.

Rachel moved between Chandler and the desk. She leaned back against it, giving him the slightest peek at her pussy. He leaned in and gave her a little lick. She gasped at the tingling in her clit.

"You need to be up on the desk," he suggested.

She hopped up on her boss' desk and put her high heels up on the arms of the chair. Chandler sat between them, and had a wonderful view of her slim thighs, shaved pussy, and little clit. He ran his hand up her leg, caressing it from ankle to puss.

Chandler rolled the chair toward her, bringing her feet much closer to her butt. He placed the flat of his tongue against Rachel's pussy and slowly licked it. Rachel let out a little moan.

"Remember... no noise," he whispered.

Rachel replied, a bit annoyed, though not at him, "I know... I know!"

Chandler enjoyed the tables being turned, and he resolved to make it good. He traced the outside of Rachel's labia with his tongue. He wanted to tease her. Make her want more than she was getting.

He flicked the tip of this tongue gently across her clit, barely brushing it. He softly blew cold air onto it, making her shiver.

"Oh god, you're killing me," she whispered in frustration. "Just lick me, dammit."

Chandler smiled at her. She returned a glare of irritation, mixed with desire, though she tried to hide a little grin.

He leaned in and placed his whole mouth over her pussy and licked her lips up and down.

"Oh yeah... that's it," she moaned, finally getting some relief. "Just like that... oh... yeah, lick it good."

She squeezed her breast, then realizing that it wasn't enough, she slid her hand under her shirt and rubbed her nipple.

Chandler's tongue weaved in and out of her folds, as though it were searching for something. Licking and licking and licking. Persistently taking Rachel higher.

"Yes," she whispered, "oh Chandler, yes... lick it... lick it..."

She put her hands behind her, resting them on the desk, and rotated her hips up, so he could service her more completely.

Chandler's tongue probed deeper and deeper into Rachel. She was whimpering with each new feeling. It was as if her flesh knew exactly where his tongue would go next, and began tingling a moment before it received its wet touch.

Rachel was trying very hard to keep her sounds quiet. But it was so difficult for her with what she was feeling between her legs.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...ahhh..." she whined, softly.

She felt Chandler's tongue move up to her clit, his lips close around it, and then the most amazing jolt as it was given a good, long suck. Her lips were firmly closed, trying to hold in the moans that longed to escape.

"Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmm..."

Then she whispered, "Chandler, I can't take much more. I need you to go in me... please."

Chandler left her pussy with a gentle kiss, then helped bring her legs down to the ground.

"Turn around," he suggested.

Rachel had given up the whole 'boy-toy' game, and simply wanted him in her. She followed his lead.

"Bend over the desk," he whispered as he gently pushed her onto the surface.

Chandler looked down at Rachel. Long light brown hair. Slim, athletic body. Gorgeous round ass. Her feet were just over a shoulder width apart. Rachel was in the perfect fucking position. For just pure sex, Chandler liked this best.

Rachel's cheek rested on the glossy wood and her eyes were closed, as she waited for the sensation that she knew would come. There was the first of it; a soft cockhead rubbing on her wet pussy.

"More, more," she thought.

Then pressure began to build at the entrance to her cunt.

"Yes," she mouthed.

Rachel could feel her pussy lips slowly parting as Chandler tantalizingly started to fill her.

"More, more," this time, whispering.

Little by little, in a teasingly slow fashion, Rachel felt herself being filled with a warm hard cock. She groaned as loudly as she dared.

Chandler began drawing his dick out of Rachel, then he pushed it back in. Drawing and pushing, over and over. Rachel dwelt on every increment of motion inside her.

"OH!" she whimpered quietly, "oh, yes... please..."

Chandler looked around the room as he fucked Rachel. Office furnishings... filing cabinets... professional-looking decorations.

"Hell, if Rachel worked for me..." he thought.

Then his mind went to his own office...

Rachel bent over his desk. Fucking him for her raise.

"Well, Rachel, you've learned some excellent skills this year. And you'll get an extra 5% if you let me do you in the ass, tomorrow. So, what should I tell payroll, Miss Green?"

Another scene entered his mind...

Rachel walking in, wearing a business suit with a short skirt and high heels. He was looking at her shapely legs. Running his hand up her thigh to her stocking-top.

"Time for your daily blowjob, Mr. Bing," she'd say.

Then she would dutifully drop to her knees and blow him until he came in her mouth.

Suddenly, in his mind, he was behind the counter at Central Perk. The place was full of customers. Joey, Phoebe, and Monica sitting on the couch. Ross in the big chair.

No one even aware that Rachel was crouched behind the counter with his cock in her mouth. She was wearing one of the cute outfits from her waitress days. Little apron. Short skirt. Black hose. Sleeveless denim shirt. Hair up. Just sucking away.

"Say, Monica," he'd call across the room, "You're a chef. Could you come here a minute? Rachel needs your help with a taste-test."

Monica would walk across the room and disappear behind the counter, as everyone went about their business...

Chandler caressed Rachel's ass and ran his hand under her shirt to rub her back. She felt the cold steel of the handcuff, still around his wrist, dragging up and down her skin.

"Fuck me, my boy-toy," she thought, indulging again in her fantasy.

She imagined Chandler handcuffed to their radiator, naked. She'd come home and kiss him passionately. Just the kiss would get him hard. She'd lift her skirt and pull his face to her pussy. He'd gratefully lap away, driving her to an orgasm that would wash away the day's stress.

Sometimes she would let Monica play with her little boy-toy. In her mind, her roomie was sliding up and down on Chandler's dick as he sat, leaning against the wall.

Rachel would walk over, caress Monica's body, then put her breast in her dark-haired roommate's mouth. Monica would suck Rachel's tit, while Chandler fingered her pussy.

After Monica was done with him, Rachel would take her place on Chandler. Monica would lick her nipple and rub her clit, as she rode him...

Neither realized that they were making far more noise than intended.

Suddenly they both snapped back to reality. Their faces turned up, and they froze, staring at the door as it opened.

"Rachel, is everything all r-"

Sophie's look was even more panicked than theirs. In one glance, she took in the sight of men's pants on the back of a chair, Rachel's pantsuit draped over Joanna's desk, and her coworker bent over her boss' desk with her friend laying across her back.

"Yes, yes, everything's fine. Bye-bye, now," Chandler said, rushed.

"Sophie, I can explain everything," Rachel said without moving. "Just... just let us finish and I'll be right out."

Sophie only nodded, the frightened look never leaving her face as she closed the door behind her.

"Well, so much for being quiet," Chandler said.

"Oh thank god," Rachel sighed, relieved. "Now fuck me."

Chandler resumed his thrusts, and immediately realized that Rachel had given up on holding back her moans.

"Ohhhh yeah... oh Chandler... yeah... do it... do it..."

Rachel felt the weight of his body pushing her into the table. So erotic to her.

"Deeper... go deeper," she panted.

He stood, and wrapped his fingers around her waist slightly pulling her to himself as he reached the bottom of each thrust.

"AAWWWHHH..." she moaned, feeling his head press against the top of her vagina. "Now harder... fuck me harder."

Chandler slowly withdrew his rod, then rammed it into her.

"FUCK, yes," she screamed.

He did this again and again, feeling her ass slap against his stomach, each time.

Rachel was tightly gripping the curved front edge of the desk with her outstretched hands. Her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. She groaned through clenched teeth.

"Fuck me, Chandler... nail me good and hard... UHN... UHN... now faster... UHN... bang me faster, boy-TOY!"

Chandler was completely aroused by hearing his friend talk like this. He was determined to make her cum. He pounded her as hard and deep and fast as he could.

"UHnnUHNnnUHNnnUHnnUHNnUHNnn..." Rachel gave out a long groan, punctuated by his thrusts.

Chandler's face was flushed and his breathing sounded like an old steam train. He was so close, but he was holding back as long as he could, hoping that Rachel would cum first.

Soon, her body surrendered to her orgasm.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed. Then she felt hot cum shooting into her. "OHHHHhhh... ohhhhh... mmmmm... yeah... yeahhh... cum... in me... cum..."

Chandler's thrusting abated as they both felt the climax ease away.

A few minutes later, with Chandler re-secured to the chair, Rachel walked out of Joanna's office. Sophie's back was to the door, and she discretely pulled her hand out from under her skirt.

As Rachel tossed a bundle of soiled Kleenex in the wastebasket, she said, "Um, look, Sophie... about what you saw before..." she laughed nervously as she went on, "and I guess what you heard..."

Her coworker interrupted.

"Look, Rachel, I understand, and I won't say anything to anyone."

Rachel noticed that her voice was unusually tense and she had an anxious look on her face.

"But if you could catch my phone for a little bit... I uh, need to go do something..."

Without waiting for a yes, Sophie got up and headed to the ladies room.

"I'll be, um, 10 or 15 minutes."

Rachel sat down, smiling and trying to get her mind back on work. But all she could think of was Chandler sitting in that office. No pants. Handcuffed to the chair.

She gently pressed her hand against her crotch.

Looking up at the clock, she realized that her boss would be at least another half-hour. Rachel calculated whether there would be enough time...

THE END