This story is part of the Tania Fye Secret Diaries series.
“She is such a tart,” one of them hissed with total disgust. Tania arched an eyebrow at such blatant slander.
“She has three men on the go, that tells you everything you need to know about her,” the other girl eagerly added to the gossip.
“I don’t know who she thinks she is,” was the last piece of conversation she heard before they grabbed their coffees and left deep in their derogatory attack on some poor, unsuspecting colleague.
“I wonder if that’s what people think of me?” she pondered.
“Am I a tart?”
A frown washed over her face as she felt solidarity with the victim of the acid tongues that had just left. Tania reflected on her own circumstances: thirty-five years old, very successful and single with a handful of lovers. She was unattached and that’s how she wanted to stay.
She’d seen so many marriages crumble, so many people suffer, so many lives destroyed by relationships and she wanted no part of it. Her mother was still in a constant state of depression due to her father running away with a girl half his age 12 years ago.
There were no happy ever afters in her family, no strong marriages and no love that had lasted the test of time. She had sworn to herself all those years ago that commitment was not for her. No painful divorce battle for Tania Fye, she was going to live her life her way.
Tania had her lovers who she saw occasionally and every one was happy with the situation. Ok, maybe Guy Eddison was starting to get a little pushy in the sentimental department and Rick Sneider would marry her tomorrow if he thought she’d say yes.
Steve Collins was purely a friend with benefits once a month and Richard Tyson she only saw a couple of times a year. She was hardly seeing them all at the same time and everyone was perfectly content with the arrangement. She remained independent and was happy with the way things were.
She didn’t have to answer to anyone; she came and went as she pleased without being questioned. Her lovers were all bachelors doing the same as her, enjoying life. So, as far as Tania was concerned, she was hurting no one and no one was hurting her. It was a win-win situation. She shook the thoughts from her head, happy with her conclusion as her coffee appeared before her.
The warehouse outside her office was alive with activity. The new merchandise had arrived and was being unpacked and ready to sort out into deliveries. Business was good, life was good, in-fact everything seemed to be going fabulously well for Tania of late. She drained the last of the coffee and tossed the cup straight into the waste paper basket in a single shot, impressing herself with her aim.
She hummed softly as she straightened the mass of papers on her desk, moving things out of the way in case she needed the space for her next meeting.
The phone buzzed and she picked it up, “Miss Fye, Mr.Collins from Channel X TV is here for your 12.30 appointment.”
“Send him in, Crystal”, she replied, “and please, no calls or interruptions until Mr. Collins has left.”
Steve had been her on-off lover for over a year now, neither of them wanted a commitment from the other and it suited them both fine. He was the director of Channel X, the company who ran her marketing campaign during the Late Night Erotica Show.
It was proving to be highly successful, with an abundance of orders for the sex toy range waiting for her every morning. The new marketing strategy was working a treat and Channel X was the perfect accomplice. They made a great team, both in and out of bed it seemed.
Although they spoke often on the phone, she hadn’t seen him for a few weeks and was looking forward to their meeting. At forty years old, he was highly successful and ambitious, very much resembling herself.
She glanced quickly in the mirror and moistened her lips. Her green eyes were sparkling with mischief and her skin was flushed with anticipation. Her chestnut mane pinned loosely at the nape of her slender neck. “Perfect,” she thought, happy with the image before her.
He strolled into her office, looking every inch the top-notch business executive. He oozed power in his black Armani suit and pearl grey shirt. Half the women in London were vying for his affections and eager to march him down the aisle at the drop of a hat. She looked him up and down and smiled as she felt that familiar stirring inside.
“Well, I must say, you’re looking rather ravishing” he mused as his eyes traced the outline of her slender frame tucked into a tight black pencil skirt, seamed black stockings and a white silk blouse, exposing just enough milky white cleavage to make his pulse race. She had made an extra effort this morning, knowing he would reward her.
“You’re looking pretty hot yourself,” she replied, giving him a throwaway smile.
Business was discussed, profit margins were high and the new merchandise was making a killing. It seemed the was having the biggest success since the launch of the Rampant Rabbit.
Women all over the country were at this very moment walking around with their little egg tucked discreetly into their panties, waiting for someone to flick on the switch and make it vibrate.
The whole phenomenon started when it was discovered that one remote control operated every single egg. So, men started testing their partner’s remotes on the tube, in supermarkets or bars and nightclubs, hoping to see someone’s face give them away. It was a genius stroke of luck that a manufacturing malfunction had made it a global success: now every red-blooded male in the country wanted to own one.
He walked around to where she sat in her huge black leather recliner. He stood for a moment and drank her in, she was so damn sexy. She knew how to make him hard. Her long, slender legs wrapped in woven silk created a little spark of friction, inviting him to look as she crossed them slowly, sexily exposing just enough flesh.
Her hair up in a way that made him want to pull out the pin and let it cascade around her shoulders. Yes, she knew exactly what he liked and she knew he wanted to take her right here and right now.
With a hand caressing her neck he leant in and inhaled the signature perfume of Coco Chanel. Every time he smelled it he thought of her. This high-powered businesswoman was one of the sexiest women he knew and she knew it. Like him she preferred to remain single, she loved sex but she was not ready to commit to any one man. He knew she had as many lovers as he.
Tania tilted her head to allow his fingers to trace a line down the side of her neck. His touch was sending icy shivers through her body, causing her skin to rise in tiny goose bumps. She felt her nipples shrinking and hardening, becoming sensitive against the soft lace of her bra.
He pulled the pin holding up her hair and allowed it to fall freely like a beautiful mane. He loved her hair, which was always glossy and well groomed and so soft it just fell through his fingers like silk. A moan escaped her lips as he slipped a hand inside her blouse and cupped a lace-clad breast. He adored how she filled his hand perfectly, not too big and not too small, the perfect handful; the warmth and feel of her body making him stir deep within his gut.
She turned on her chair so he was standing directly in front of her and reached out to stroke the gift he had brought for her, hard and ready for the taking.
“Oh baby, you look so hot” he groaned, as she unzipped him to release him from the captivity of his clothes. Gently, she began to tease him with her practiced tongue; she had been in the sex industry for fifteen years and knew every trick in the book. A gentle flick here and there as she cupped him in her hands and delicately began to squeeze him.
She reached over into her desk drawer and pulled out her “pocket rocket,” a small vibrating silver bullet that she pressed lightly against the base of his erection, sending rippling vibrations throughout his entire body. He let out a guttural groan of pleasure. She knew what he liked.
Whilst pressing the small bullet against him she gently started to take him into her mouth. She knew no other woman had managed to please him orally like she did, he told her often. She imagined her favourite ice cream, licking, sucking and savouring every taste as if it were her last. Tania, unlike many women enjoyed this act of pleasuring a man with a passion. She loved the feel of him inside her mouth and the feel of his reaction really turned her on.
She flicked up the speed of the bullet and began to dip down onto him nibbling and flicking her tongue taking him deeper inside her mouth: the tightness of her throat was both squeezing and constraining him. The bullet against the base of his shaft was vibrating his very core.
Her movements suddenly faster, one hand wrapped around him massaging him and one hand cupped under him inside his trousers, pressing the bullet softly against his sensitive skin. The vibrations were travelling through her mouth and tickling her nose as she now fully devoured him. She sank onto him, opening her throat to take him all the way down. Thankfully she’d learnt to control her gag reflex years ago.
He wrapped his hands into her hair and pulled her onto him, standing fully clothed with only his hardness exposed. She was good, so good it was difficult to hold back with her. He wanted her so much he thought he would explode inside her mouth right then, but no, he wanted to feel the velvet softness of her wet, warm, tight offering that he knew so well. He wanted to hear her moans and feel her body under his touch.
He tugged her head back “I want you” he ordered through gritted teeth.
Tania stood up from the chair, turned him around and pushed him down onto it. She rolled up her skirt to reveal only her signature seamed, black stockings with no panties as he’d expected. He reached out and touched her. She was so ready for him. He tasted her on his fingers, that sweet honey he so loved.
He gently rubbed his fingers over her swollen clitoris as she thrust her hips towards him. He looked up, her lips were slightly parted and she ran her tongue over them sensuously, never once leaving his gaze. Damn, she was sexy, he thought as he slipped a finger inside her, causing her to moan loudly.
She was so hot and wet inside; he continued to move his finger in and out of her while stroking himself. Seeing him touch his hard erect member sent a surge of heat through her belly, he knew it turned her on and that she loved to watch. She ran her fingers through his hair and down his cheeks, pausing to tease his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked hard on one finger with the greed of a hungry child.
She realized the clock was ticking and time wasn’t on her side. Her next appointment was at one-thirty; there was no time to lose. She pushed his hand away from her and straddled him on the chair. “Time to slip into a raincoat baby, it’s gonna get wet now,” she smiled handing him a condom. He opened the foil with his teeth and slid it on like a man who’d had much practice.
She watched him, his thick shaft jolting upwards waiting for her, almost begging in its reddish, purple state. She slowly came down onto him, taking just his tip inside her, in and out, teasing him. He grabbed onto her waist and pulled her down hard impaling her, thrusting himself deep into her; she was so wet and she was dripping all over him.
Opening her blouse and lifting her bra, she offered a hard nipple to his lips. Those full succulent mounds, falling up and down as she rode him only inches from his face. He latched onto one and bit down gently, not too hard but just hard enough to make her wince and gasp. The fullness of her in his mouth and the hardness of her nipples to his lips were almost too much to bear.
Their rhythm became intense as she thrashed up and down against him harder and faster, gripping the back of the chair. He could feel her muscles beginning to spasm; he knew she was on the brink of orgasm.
“Come on baby, ride me hard” he commanded.
“I want to feel you come, I want to hear you moan, you dirty, dirty, dirty girl.”
His words made her crazy with desire, she loved dirty talk and she loved to hear his voice. “You drive me crazy Tania, you’re so tight and wet, come on, ride it hard baby,” he continued to excite her with his words.
She worked up a rhythm, sliding up and down his length, her swollen clitoris rubbing against the material of his trousers; grasping the back of the chair her knuckles turning white from the pressure. He felt so good inside her, she felt him touch her deep within, the hardness of him filling her.
She was close, she squeezed him in and out harder and faster with every stroke until she buckled and began her rollercoaster climax. Hearing her and feeling her gripping him, her hands leaving the chair and digging into his shoulders, her body bucking on top of him, her moans, her wetness was all too much. He held her tightly and thrust himself deep into her, exploding into the depths her belly.
She continued to ride her orgasm and milk him with her muscles, swollen and tight. He came so hard he thought she might explode in his arms; shooting everything he had into her, his hands buried in her flesh, holding on for dear life. They rode it out to the very end, thrashing out the eruptions inside them until they were spent.
Tania sagged into his lap and rested her forehead against his. “Wow!” She gasped through ragged breath, “That was intense.”
He pulled her tight into him and kissed her hard. “It’s always intense with you baby” he moaned into her ear. “ You are amazing, the sheer touch of you is enough to make me come,” he whispered.
“I think you may have made a mess of my trousers though”, he chuckled, “You were exceptionally wet baby”.
She looked down. He still hadn’t removed his trousers and only the zip was open. “Hmmm,” she sighed stepping off him. Indeed there was quite a mess on his trousers as she removed the condom from his slowly deflating sex. She moved towards the bathroom and quickly cleaned herself and arranged her clothes back into a presentable manner.
She took a towel from the rail and wet it slightly on one corner and went back to him. He lay back in the chair fully dressed and allowed her to clean his trousers as best she could.
“There you go, good as new, well almost,” she laughed. She leant down and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
“Thank you very much, I think I needed that today. I’m really sorry to rush you but my next appointment will be here in ten minutes and I need to freshen up and get rid of the smell of sex from this room,” she said opening a window. He stood and re-composed himself closing his jacket to cover the tell- tale sign of the nature of their encounter.
“Well, I do hope you won’t be as attentive to your next client”, he said in a teasing manner slapping her bottom playfully.
“Don’t worry, my next appointment is with Mrs. Evans from the printers, she’s really not my type Steve,” she giggled at the thought.
“Ok baby I’ll leave you to it, I’ll have those figures mailed over to you and we can schedule our next appointment,” he winked as he walked to the door. She quickly tucked her hair back up with her pin and opened the door for him to leave.
“My office next month, I have a magnificent new table in the boardroom I’d like to christen,” he laughed jokingly. Tania smiled, already conjuring up the image in her head.
“It’s a date,” she said with a naughty glint in her eye.
“Crystal, give me five minutes before you show Mrs. Evans through,” she said to her secretary as Steve said his goodbyes to the staff. He turned and gave her a quick wink and a knowing smile as he left. His stride was confident and relaxed like a man who had just had mind-blowing sex.