So Close... But No Prize

As time passed, they found themselves basking in the glow of numerous successes and achievements. Their collective efforts had transformed the company, propelling it from the brink of collapse to the very summit of the Sex Demon Advertising and Marketing Industry.

But amidst the triumphs and accolades, a shadow haunted the recesses of his mind. He had strayed from the oath to his wife that had once dictated his every erotic thought. [You swore the oath...] Robyn's voice scoffed in his head. His wife, Robyn, was also often the voice of his increasingly annoying conscience.

"Strayed from his oath..." he thought for a split second. That didn't begin to describe it. He grappled with the weight of his actions, a pang of guilt piercing through him. He had disregarded the solemn promise he had made to his wife. [You fucked the young bitch, didn't you? You limp-dicked old man.] Robyn spat the words at him with venom.

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He had fought for the plans that saved the company. He remembered confronting the Marketing Director. She said, "That sounds like an ultimatum."

"A simple statement of fact," Jesse said calmly. "Decision-making in the company hasn't been good over the past few years. We need to get on and do this before it all gets swallowed into the decision-making black hole."

"Ok, you tell me who you want and I will see what I can do."

So, he laid out his demands. A key one was to move Rebekah into the position of his Executive Assistant.

Back in his office, he paced to and fro. Wall hangings of faded reds, blacks, and blues decorated the walls. Amulets and talismans of precious metals, orbs of beaten brass and silver and gemstones were in cases of glass, bronze, wood, and onyx. He wasn't a believer in the claimed supernatural power of such objects, but he did value their social history. They spoke of cultural beliefs and practices through time; a testimony to anthropological symbols that represented communal thinking and customs.

Rebekah knocked on Jesse's door pulling his attention from the items around his office, "Hey, what's the latest? The rumour mill has it that there might be something interesting happening."

"Really, and what might that be?" He said as he motioned for her to come in although she already had.

"Well, I heard your name... and the Marketing Director. That's enough for the rumour-mongers to get going. Beyond the gossip, nobody seems to know much at all. It's all tightly under wraps, which is another reason it is interesting."

"Close the door," he gestured and then waited. "So, you have come straight to me... why?"

"Of course," said Rebekah, confidently. "Nobody else knows anything. It's a secret, so it's important. You're involved, the rebel Marketing Director is involved, which means it adds up to--well, intriguing, exciting. And that means that I am interested. Am I close?"

"I was right about you, you are sharp. Has anyone said anything to you about a new project, or maybe a transfer?"

"No one has said anything directly to me, but I hear things. Even gossip has splinters of truth in it if you know how to dig them out. Of course, I can just come to you and ask, which is much easier," she flashed a cheeky grin as she flicked her long red hair back from her face.

Rebekah was right, there were interesting things to be heard. After The Marketing Director met with Jesse, she began arranging to have Rebekah transferred to the special project ASAP. Rumours had started to spread from that like ripples in a pond: special project, staff moves, Jesse and The Marketing Director. The mundane workday suddenly had some spice for the bored masses.

Jesse and Rebekah worked hard and close. Before long profits were improving. The word was spreading about the results, and the demand for the company, particularly Jesse and Rebekah, grew. They were in demand and their reputations escalated. So did the scandalous rumours.

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Rebekah was standing on the top of a four-step ladder in the server room. She heard Jesse and looked down at him as he walked toward her. Her arms remained high reaching toward a device in an elevated rack.

"Can you steady me so I don't fall?" she asked. "I need to initialise this storage unit and it won't respond to a soft start. We start testing the new AI cluster tomorrow."

"How about you stop playing and come down?" said Jesse in his deep Scottish brogue, looking at the floor. "We need to talk."

"Does she feel the same way?" he thought. "Maybe it is just me. He could smell her Midnight Jasmine scent. She was twenty-three, sixteen years younger than he was." He felt a moment of insanity.

"Just hold me steady for a second and I'll be done," she said.

Jesse stood behind her and reached up to hold her so she didn't fall. He paused, trying to work out where to put his hands. She was wearing a short skirt as she frequently did. Not that she went out of her way to be provocative. It was simply her; she was an attractive, athletic, young woman and very self-confident. Who was he kidding, she was beautiful and a tease. He could feel his pulse rising.

"Come on," she said, "just steady me so I don't fall." She was on the very top step, reaching up. Her very short skirt was pulled high, her G-string revealing a tantalizing view.

He had never touched her before. They had bumped shoulders when walking, joking, and laughing but he had never consciously touched her. He could easily see up her skirt as she reached up. He was blushing.

Jesse reached out and put his hands firmly on her short skirt pressing it to her hips. "My God," he thought, "she is so trim, so firm." Touching her like this was hard to believe. He was torn between his wife, the law, and the sensation. His head was swimming--she was playing, teasing him.

"Hold tight," she said, "make sure I don't fall." She jiggled her hips and Jesse's hands slipped as he tried to avoid holding her tight.

"Sorry," he said, "I don't want to get... too friendly." Those lame words were the best he could come up with. He blushed more, like an adolescent.

"The skirt was a safe layer between his hands and her," he thought completely unconvinced.

Again, he tried to hold her skirt firmly over the outside of her hips. He tried not to look at her slender legs and firm bum framed by her short skirt and his trembling hands. They were close friends, but he had never been with her like this. His heart was pounding.

"Are you blushing, Mr Jesse, sir?" she teased. "Make sure I don't fall. Hold me." She jiggled her hips again and his hands slipped up taking her skirt up with them.

Then it happened. She let out a little squeal as she slipped backwards toward Jesse. He quickly moved forward, pulling her firm bum onto his shoulder. She sat on his shoulder and he closed his arms around her. She was safe. No harm. He held her tight and she held his head firmly in a weird sort of hug. Laying back slightly, she squirmed, and he felt the sensual warmth of her naked thigh squashing against his cheek. His glasses fell to the floor. She felt amazing. She smelt -- amazing.

"You're ok, you're safe," he reassured her. "I'll put you back on the ladder." He tried to move her legs toward the ladder but she continued to squirm.

"No, I can't see it," she said squirming and pulling her thigh harder against his face. "Just lower me to the floor." She twisted and her warm thighs brought her pussy closer to his face.

"You'll have to let go of my head," he said.

"Ok, if you insist," she giggled, raising her arms, and sliding from his shoulder through the grip of his gentle arms.

Jesse tried to lower her, slowly, but her slender body slid quickly through his arms. His cheek slid up her thigh pushing her skirt up until her G-string covered pussy pressed past his face. He felt the back of her young body slide down his chest. His arms went from around her legs, to her waist, and up to her breasts. Then his arms pressed over her breasts. She slid further before standing up, pushing her back against him, and embracing his arms across her pert breasts.

"This wasn't supposed to be happening," he thought. "He had to talk to her and stop it."

She spun around fast to face him while his arms were still around her. One of his hands briefly cupped a soft breast. They were very close, body to body, face to face.

"Thanks," she said, looking into his eyes and resting her hands gently on his shoulders.

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He looked at her young face and leant forward slightly. He was drowning in her Midnight Jasmine scent. He closed his eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. It was tender and magical.

Remaining motionless, she whispered, "Jesse, what are you doing?"

Jesse felt shocked and immediately became defensive, "I came in here to say we are getting too close. I didn't realise how close we had grown. We need to stop it, now, before it gets out of hand."

She said slowly and calmly, "You came in here, all touchy-feely, with your hands all over me and then you kissed me is what happened."

Without moving, she added in the same tone, "I should report you." Her eyes twinkled as she teased him.

Jesse thought, "What have I done? It felt so natural just a moment ago. But I have a family, a career, and a whole life at stake. There is so much at stake."

Jesse quickly dropped his arms from Rebekah and said, "We need to stop this tomfoolery, now. We've done well at work, but we have been taking things for granted. We need to act more... professional."

"You mean, like kissing me--more professionally?" Rebekah asked, looking into his eyes.

Grasping for a distraction, Jesse said, "Too many staff are gossiping about our good fortune and the freedom we have now."

"Since when do you worry about office gossip?" laughed Rebekah.

"This is more than office gossip," said Jesse, grateful that he had distracted her from 'reporting him'. She was buying it, he thought. He shouldn't have kissed her, but he was salvaging the situation.

"We must accept that people are simply begging for some office drama in their boring workday routine. The Finance Executive Director, has a new personal assistant, Sage. My little spies tell me that Sage does not like it that you have so much freedom and influence," Jesse said to Rebekah.

"Really," said Rebekah. "Just leave Sage to me." She spoke quite calmly, matter-of-fact.

Rebekah stopped her flirtatious games at work. Sage was never seen again.

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Casting his mind back, he recalled when his transgression had happened.

They were entertaining new clients after a day of negotiations. Dinner was the finest food and wines in abundance.

As the dinner came to an end, Jesse leaned over to Rebekah and whispered emphatically, "We need to talk--now!"

Sensing his urgency, she said, "Yea, OK--we do! We came here in your car. We can talk on the way back to work to pick up my car."

The night came to an end and after they bid their clients a good night. Jesse started driving back to work to pick up Rebekah's car.

A few times he started to say, "We need to talk--," then he jerked the steering wheel as he was distracted by the necessity of keeping the car on the road.

Eventually, Rebekah said decisively, "Turn left and drive down to the beachside. We can park there before you run off the road or blow a vein in your head. We can talk without being interrupted."

As they parked his limousine-style car, Rebekah said, "This seems important to you. Let's sit in the back so that we can face each other and talk about it."

They moved into the spacious rear of the car. It had seats that swivelled and could face each other. They sat facing to talk 'it' out. After much wine, Rebekah wasn't sure what 'it' was.

He started. "We have to stop this," he said. "We agreed to be more professional and stop this flirting game. It's exciting, but during dinner, your feet were in my lap under the table?"

"Feet?" she scolded him with a naughty smile. "It was just one foot."

"You were jerking me off with your foot--during the most important meeting with new clients!" he said. "I can't even fucking think straight now. We must stop whatever is going on. It's out of hand."

She looked at him and started to sob gently. She couldn't lose him, not now. He wiped her tears lightly with his fingers. As the moistness touched his skin, he could sense her--emotions. He was compelled to comfort her, to gently kiss her cheek. She kissed back, opening her mouth slightly and touching his lips with the tip of her tongue. He felt a flood of emotion carried on the wetness, desire tempered by love and concern. He gently touched his tongue to hers and the flood of emotion intensified.

She was purring as he involuntarily pulled her petite body to him.

He found the air intoxicating, filled with her scent of Midnight Jasmine. He couldn't resist. Her lips brushed his closed eyelids, ever so briefly. The moist tip of her tongue playfully touched his lips. Her breath was wonderfully sweet and warm. He was drawn into her tender kiss by the sensuousness of her soft lips and the subtle arousing action of her tongue. Then emotions filled him for an instant--not his own, but powerful within him--from her. He saw flashes of his own face, as though in a mirror held particularly close. The images were from her eyes.

He was torn by desire, love, and guilt. He had failed to uphold his oath. This thing with Rebekah felt wrong. He was married... to Robyn. His Robyn... But Robyn wanted a divorce. Robyn hadn't fucked him for years. When would his mind be free of this oath that he would be faithful--never fuck another. His sense of guilt was confusing and mounting.

He had tried to talk to Rebekah about this, to sort it out. They had agreed that the growing closeness had to stop. They were professional work partners. Yet, here they were sitting in the back seat of his car--doing this...

Rebekah hitched up her skirt and straddled his lap. Her blouse was white, soft, and thin. So thin that he could see her erect petite mounds. Her short black skirt was pushed up to her hips by her spreading legs. She was kneeling on the seat, one leg on each side of his. He ran his hands down her athletic back. Her trim muscles were flexing as she ground herself against him. He felt the fine silk skirt easily slide over the skin of her perfect warm arse. The scent of her arousal rose as she got wetter and hotter.

She was kissing him deeply and pulling his shirt open. Sliding her hands over his chest, she pushed his shirt free. He pulled her blouse open, her petite breasts and erect nipples pushing against her satin body suit. She pushed her breasts to Jesse's face and moaned as he gently worked his mouth on one breast and then the other. She pushed them harder into his mouth and he chewed on her budding nipples through the satin.

She winced and moaned. But she said, "Bite harder..." She pulled his head harder against her breasts forcing them into his mouth against his teeth.

His hands felt the fine muscles in her slim back tense, as she placed her hands on the seat behind his head; she pushed with her arms and her knees that were spread on either side of his thighs. She shifted her petite supple body, momentarily opening a slight space between them. He could feel her firm bare arse cheeks. Her body suit flowed around them. He pulled hard at the body suit and felt the clips between her legs release; her hot, wet pussy was open to him, grinding into his lap. The material of his pants was a barrier that they both wrestled to remove quickly.

The vision had been clear in her mind months ago. This was what she had seen. She had seen them in the darkness of night, on the back seat of his car. He held her close on his lap; sitting face to face, flesh to flesh, and he had given her what she needed. She believed this would break the curse, she would no longer be a demon.

She had found a man who cared for her, her tears had completed the enchantment. She couldn't force anyone to love her, but she could enhance existing emotions. He had been attracted to her, but now he was in love with her. All she had to do was to break down his reluctance completely, remove his uncertainty--and have him impregnate her. But she hadn't expected to want him, to be--in love with him.

Her delicate hands tenderly clasped his face in reply, her fetching emerald eyes, like furtive green flames, drawing him in their depth as they met his. As she leant back to look at this face, a slight space opened between them, the chilled night air stirring their chests. He pulled her to him, holding her with all his being, not wanting to let her go, ever. His arms tightened around her, returning her intimate form to his, squeezing out the chill that had intruded a moment before.

They were naked, hugging together. He loved her and all limpness left him as he pushed with a surety that he hadn't experienced for years. He thought that ability had left him years ago. Her moans grew as he kissed and caressed her, responding to her gently as she flexed her body. He stroked her lightly, kissing and moving gently. The air was intoxicating, filled with her scent of Midnight Jasmine, wrapping him in its fragrant captivating embrace.

She traced the moist tip of her flirtatious tongue across his lips, sensing him inhale the sweetness of her breath. The moisture teased his senses. Then she felt his emotions flood into her, and she knew that he was feeling an infusion of her demon spirit. Her senses rushed into him.

He couldn't stop, there was no turning back. He pulled her down harder into his lap. He felt his rigid cock fully deep, engulfed in her tight, wet, hot pussy, impaling her. He penetrated her deeply with one slow movement as he pulled her down into his lap. "My God, the feeling!" he thought. He had forgotten. He knew that she wanted this as much as he did. Warm wetness squeezes around his hard cock. She was young, beautiful, full of fun and life, and he loved her.

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Feeding on the emotions that flowed from him, she reached for the element she desperately needed. "I almost have it," she thought. "Finally, I almost have the ultimate element. Free me of this infernal curse--impregnate me." Her thinking was interrupted as her whole body stiffened. She let out a slow, deep moan as a shudder rippled through her body, her pussy pulsing around his cock.

She had the full length of his steely cock deeply embedded in her hot, wet, tight cunt. Grinding her perfect young body against him, she felt his arms tighten as he held her victoriously and pushed harder into her. Faster and faster she gyrated. She felt him swelling inside of her. His rigid length hit the end of her hot wetness. She gasped with the pleasurable pain as she forced him further, stretching, tightening around him, squeezing.

She kissed his face and breathed in his ear, "Give it all to me. I must have it."

Her actions and begging pushed him to the edge. He felt the moment coming. His arms reached up her back. His hands pulled her shoulders down powerfully. He lifted his butt from the seat as his legs tensed. Her cunt was squashed around the base of his cock with his determination to be totally inside her. Her slow, practised, seductiveness had built a sea of cum inside him. With a long, animal groan, juice surged from his cock entrenched inside of her. Load after load gushed into her as his body contracted and shuddered repeatedly. He pumped until he slowly fell into a post-orgasmic stupor he had never felt before.

He roused himself as best he could from his tranquillity. He couldn't remember when he had felt such complete release. There was so much more than the incredible sex, he loved her. It was amazing. She held him close, tightly, rocking gently to complete the comfort of his love. She was still spread-legged on his lap with her young knees bent to gain maximum penetration. His cock was now limp but still inside her. Her perky, young breasts were mouth-high when he pulled her in. God, he loved her, he was sure now. Everything in life was alight again, the fun, the jests, the tender touches, the exploration of everything they shared. This was their first fuck and it was good, so good, so complete, so satisfying.

Then Rebekah's soft, delicate hands tilted his head back, lifting his devotion from her petite breasts, toward her face, and up into her eyes. Her green eyes, like secret green sparks, drew him in as they met his. He looked at her face in the shadowy light, beguiled by her exquisite beauty. Her waves of silken-smooth copper hair, usually cascading to her waist, were now in dampened disarray, stuck to them both by the sultriness they shared.

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She was much younger and so wonderfully playful. Moments later she giggled softly in his ear and whispered, "I just fucked my boss." Kissing his ear gently with her lips, so warm, so tender she then bit him and laughed as he jumped.

Rebekah thought, "Finally, I have it. My goal is within reach. I will have his child. He is so gentle, so romantic and sensuous. He trembles at my lightest 'accidental' touch like they are charged with electricity. There is nothing accidental about my touches, and his deep reactions are obvious. I wonder if he has any idea about the demonic curse. I don't think he does. I can remove the curse as soon as I am pregnant with him."

Her legs were still spread as she slowly ground herself on his limpness. Stirring the copious juices, she coaxed him back to full erection. Teasingly, she breathed heavily in his ear after licking it. Her breath made his ear feel cold. The sudden sensation was exciting. Whispering she asked, "Can you feel the difference?"

Jesse tried to think. She was asking a question. She sounded serious. He should answer.

"The difference," he murmured, not understanding.

He held her close on his lap. They were flesh to flesh. Her lithe, perfect, young body was too enticing to let go, too exciting. Her youth and beauty alone were stirring, lustrous red hair to her waist, green piercing eyes, athletic petite body... But her uninhibited desires and forthright playfulness were the most arousing qualities of being with her. He had never known a woman whose daring alone could give him a hard-on. She wanted it, she enjoyed it, and he was so aroused by her enthusiasm that he again had a raging full-on erection and she was working it lustfully in that young sensuous body. She was fucking him again.

"Can you feel the difference?" she asked again, becoming insistent.

His sex-induced serenity still saturated his mind and body. He tried to think. She was asking the question, again. She expected him to answer, now.

"Can you feel the difference?" Rebekah asked again with a slight giggle, less insistent.

"Difference?" he asked again, truly not understanding.

"The difference between me and a woman who has had babies?" she asked, referring to his wife.

With a hand on his chest, she lent herself back a little, opening the space between them. She looked at his face waiting for the answer. They both chuckled, sharing the humour in the moment of that strange question. She rarely remained serious about anything for long.

"Yes," Jesse said, "I can feel a huge difference." He wasn't lying. Rebekah was young, alive, and full of fun and her desires were genuine and uninhibited. Her nature and his merged so easily. There was no asking or coaxing. She was young and, for her, it was all adventure, fun and natural. She enjoyed sex and knew what she wanted and how to get it. She was twenty-three, sixteen years younger than him. Her spirit was so different to any woman he had known. She truly desired him.

"And, can you smell our sex?" she whispered teasingly in his ear with her warm breath.

"My God, yes," he said. He had never been with any woman who had asked such a thing. She was so unreserved and unguarded and--fun. He could smell it. Arousing, exciting. His familiar cum was there in the copious puddle, but her smell was unusually sweet.

He recognized that the enigmatic allure of Rebekah's youth and the pure love she held for him had kindled a fiery longing in him to truly live again. It was magical, invigorating.

He wondered, "When am I freed from this oath to my wife?" He resolved in his mind that release from his oath happened when Robyn lost interest in him. She hadn't wanted him for years. She had spiralled down from desiring intimacy to tolerating sex, to avoiding sex. Despite him even undergoing a vasectomy to remove her concerns about pregnancy, Robyn's waning interest led to the collapse of their relationship, and consequently, the end of his oath to her. Even the vasectomy did nothing to help her relax and enjoy their sex. Their relationship had failed. The oath to his wife now seemed void, no longer relevant in the context of his current life.

Rebekah was almost free of the curse that plagued her. She had done everything according to the secret tomes and practitioners. She would be pregnant with a man who loved her. But weeks later, she found that she wasn't pregnant.

She had to try harder. She fucked Jesse every chance wherever they were: car parks, store rooms, his office. She even visited his house. In his lounge room, he would take her doggy style on the floor after his wife left them and went to bed. Her youthful passion drained him again and again. Her extreme desire for him and her firm body aroused him without effort or thought. Beyond control, he pumped copiously every time she finished him with his mind driven to a state of blind ecstasy.

She thought, "It must work. He has children with his wife. We must keep trying, harder, more..."

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