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A New Job

By: mistyrydher



As Nicole approached the front porch of the house, she stopped and looked back over the well-manicured landscape. She was in awe at the size of this place; everything seemed to be in perfect order. The ornately carved maple door, the large white pillars encircling the spacious porch, it was all so impressive. It was hard to believe that just one person lived here. 

"It's no wonder he needs help keeping up with this place," Nicole thought to herself. Nicole really needed this job; it had been three weeks since her last job and her bills were piling up. When she first read about the position, she knew that she could do it. How hard was it to be a maid? Now that she was here Nicole knew that she had to make a great first impression. Suddenly, she was extremely nervous. She stood at the door for a while before she knocked. She wanted her heart to stop beating so fast. Finally, she took a deep breath and reached for the lion's head knocker. She knocked two times; the sound seemed to echo through the house inside.

The door was answered by a small framed women dressed in a satin black maid's uniform. She was a brunette with long wavy hair, pulled back at her shoulders. She smiled at Nicole as she looked her over and invited her in. 

"Come this way, the Master is waiting for you in the study," she informed Nicole. 

She led the way through the foyer and down a long corridor to the right. Nicole looked around the house as she followed the maid. The house was extravagantly designed with exquisite paintings hanging on every wall. The corridor was long with doors on each side. 

"What are those rooms?" Nicole asked the maid, "Are they as beautifully decorated as what I have seen so far?" 

"You will see the entire house soon enough," the maid replied in a stern tone. She stopped in front of a door and reached for the knob. "Master is waiting for you inside," she instructed as she opened the door. 

Nicole followed her into the room. Sitting behind a large maple desk was a sharply dressed man. He had blondish brown hair, short and well kept. He was looking down at the paperwork on his desk when he instructed the maid or Janet as he referred to her, to leave them. She immediately obeyed him and disappeared through the door, shutting it behind her.

He looked up from his work and glanced over Nicole, inspecting her. Nicole was too nervous to speak. 

"What is your name?" the man questioned her. 

"M-My name is Nicole," she said softly trying not to let her uneasiness show. "My name is Michael," the man boasted in a firm voice, "but while in my employment you are to refer to me as Master, is that clear?" 

Surprised by the requirement to call him Master, Nicole replied, "Yes." 

"You will live here and be on duty at all times," Michael informed, "is that clear?" 

Once again, Nicole replied, "Yes." 

"You will cook, clean and obey all orders," Michael instructed, "Is that clear?" 

"Yes," Nicole said in a soft tone. "Is this the kind of job you are looking for?" 

Michael asked, "Can you follow the rules of this house and this position?" 

Nicole thought for a while but knew that she needed the job and living in this house wouldn't be so bad. "I accept the position, when do I start?" Nicole questioned.

"Right now," Michael said. He moved to his desk and pushed a button on his phone. "Janet report to my study immediately and bring a size medium uniform." "Yes, Master," the voice on the other end, responded. He let go of the button and sat down behind his desk.

"Now, strip," Michael, demanded in a very stern voice. 

"E-E-Excuse me," Nicole stated as she looked at him with surprise in her eyes. 

'You heard me, now, strip," Michael once again demanded this time with more force in his tone. "I told you before you accepted the position that you were to obey all orders given to you and you agreed, didn't you," Michael questioned politely. 

"Well, yes but..." Nicole started to say when Michael interrupted her. 

"Well, I have ordered you to strip, do it now or you will be punished." 

Nicole looked at him with disbelief in her eyes. "Punished, what does he mean by that?" she thought to herself. She was afraid to find out so she began unbuttoning her blouse. Her trembling hands worked the small buttons. When the blouse was completely opened she slid it off of her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She reached around behind her waist and undid the button on her skirt. She unzipped the skirt and let it drop to a heap on the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and stood before Michael in just her white lace bra and panties. 

"Take it all off," Michael demanded. Nicole reached for the hooks on her bra and undid them. She held the bra on her breasts and then let go, letting the straps slide down her arms. She dropped the bra on the pile of her clothes already on the floor. Michael's face seemed to be unchanged as he sat behind his desk watching the young girl as she removed her clothes. Nicole put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them over her thighs. She let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and stood before Michael completely nude and frightened.

Just then there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Michael called out. Janet entered the room carrying the uniform. Nicole was embarrassed by her nudity and tried to cover her most intimate places. Janet looked only at Michael as she handed him the uniform. 

"Will there be anything else, Master," Janet questioned in a timid tone. 

"Yes, this is our newest maid, Nicole, dress her," Michael commanded. 

Janet turned to face Nicole. "Put your arms down, Nicole," Michael ordered. Nicole slowly lowered her arms, as Janet stood before her with the black satin uniform that matched hers. Janet put the dress over Nicole's head. Nicole lifted her arms through the sleeve holes. As Janet pulled the dress down over Nicole's breasts, her fingers gently grazed Nicole's nipples. A surge of electricity jolted through Nicole's body causing her nipples to become erect. Janet had the dress completely on Nicole now and moved behind her to tie the belt. When she finished she stepped back and looked at Michael. Michael got up from behind the desk and made his way to Nicole. He walked around her, inspecting her. He nodded toward Janet and she moved in front of Nicole. 

"Fix her breasts, I want to see more cleavage," Michael ordered Janet. Janet began to reach for Nicole's breasts when Nicole jumped back. 

"No, I will fix them myself," Nicole replied in a firm tone. 

Michael grabbed Nicole by the hair and turned her head for her to face him. "I am growing tired of your insubordinate behavior," Michael barked at her, making her jump in fright. "Janet, move my chair to the center of the room." 

"Yes, Master," Janet obeyed his orders and placed the maple chair in the center of the room. 

Michael still with Nicole's hair in his hand pulled the frightened girl to the chair. He let go of her hair and sat in the chair. He grabbed Nicole's arm and pulled her down to the floor next to him. "Now, get over my knee," Michael demanded. 

"W-W-What?" Nicole was unsure that she had heard him correctly. 

"You heard me, you are only going to make it harder on yourself if you don't obey me," Michael declared. 

Nicole turned to look at Janet who stood there not offering any assistance to her. "How could she stand there and watch this," Nicole thought to herself, "Why won't she help me?" Nicole slowly raised her body and positioned herself over Michael's lap.

"Janet, come and hold her still," Michael ordered. Janet came around to Michael's other side and took a hold of Nicole's arms. Janet watched as Michael raised his strong hand and brought it down hard on Nicole's bare ass. 

"Oooooowwwww," Nicole jerked and tried to pull her arms out of Janet's hands but Janet held her tight. She had experienced Michael's punishment before and while she felt sorry for Nicole she did not want to upset Michael. Another blow came down across Nicole's ass and Nicole cried out. Janet could feel her pussy growing wetter as she watched the red slowly appear across Nicole's white milky skin. Another smack made contact with Nicole's ass and the sound echoed though the room. Janet could hardly keep her breath steady now. While she knew the beatings hurt, watching it was making her so horny. Michael looked up at Janet when he noticed the sound of her breathing changing. 

"Do you like to watch as I smack her tender young ass," Michael questioned with a tone of seduction in his voice. 

"Y-Yes, Master," replied Janet as her voice cracked. 

"Would you like to smack her bare, red bottom?" Michael asked Janet looking at her with a twinkle in his eye. 

"O-O-Oh yes, Master, may I?" Janet quickly replied. 

"Noooooo," screamed Nicole, "No more, please." 

Michael looked at Janet and said," I still don't think she fully understands how we do things here." Michael forced his arm onto Nicole's back and with the other arm held down her legs. "Smack her, Janet," Michael ordered, "Do it now and tell what you are feeling." 

As Janet brought her hand down and made contact with Nicole's already reddened ass she said, "Oh, Master, I am sooooo wet." 

"Please stop, please, you are hurting me. I will be good. I promise," Nicole cried as tears welled in her eyes. 

"Do you want to spank her again, Janet," Michael questioned playfully. 

"I think she has had enough, Master, may I go to my room now?" Janet replied. Michael brought his hand up under Janet's skirt and ran his finger across her pussy. "Naughty girl, you are so wet and now you want to go and rub that clit till you come, don't you?" 

"Yes, Master, I need to get off, please," she pleaded. 

Michael then found Nicole's clit with his other hand. He noticed that she was aroused as well. " Well, I am done with Nicole, so take her and get her settled in," Michael instructed. 

Janet helped Nicole up and took her arm and led her out of the study. 

As they walked down the corridor to the other side of the house, Nicole couldn't help but wonder why she had taken this job. The two girls reached a door. Janet opened it and said, 'This is our room." Nicole momentarily forgot about the pain radiating from her sore ass when she saw the beautiful room. It had two large canopy beds, one on either side of the room. The carpet was thick and the windows went from the floor to the ceiling. 

Janet led Nicole to the bed closest to the window and said, "This one is yours, can I get you anything?" 

"No, I just want to lay down," Nicole replied softly. 

"Here let me help you," Janet offered. 

Nicole laid face down on the bed because her ass was still sore from the beating she took. Janet stood next to the bed and looked down at the shapely legs of the new girl. Nicole had beautiful long legs and an amazing figure. Her blond hair spread out on the pillow slightly covering her perfect complexion. Janet sat on the side of Nicole's bed and brushed her hair back from her face. 

"You are so beautiful," she remarked to Nicole. 

"Thank you," Nicole replied, her tone exhausted, "Is he always like this?" 

"He has rules and you will need to learn to follow them so that you will not get punished," Janet answered her voice soft and caring. Janet started to lift Nicole's skirt. 

"What are you doing?" Nicole asked as she lifted herself up on her elbow. 

"I am just checking to make sure you are alright," Janet said her tone soothing and caring, "I will make you feel better, trust me." Janet pushed Nicole back onto her stomach and moved the skirt up exposing Nicole's reddened bottom. She leaned over and gently kissed Nicole on the ass. She continued to plant tender kisses all over the red areas of Nicole's firm young bottom. Janet caressed her ass and moved Nicole's legs apart. Nicole sighed as she felt Janet run her finger over her swollen clit. Janet could hear Nicole's breath changing so she continued to rub her wet pussy, making Nicole squirm. 

"Roll over," Janet whispered into Nicole's ear. 

Nicole rolled over exposing her damp cunt to Janet. Janet climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between Nicole's legs. She kissed her thighs and made her way to Nicole's pussy. Nicole's head rolled in pleasure as Janet buried her face deep into Nicole's snatch. Nicole grabbed Janet's hair and pulled her deeper. Janet moved her tongue up and down Nicole's delicious pussy, tasting all of her. She plunged her tongue deep into her moistened pink cunt, making Nicole squirm in ecstasy. Nicole sat up and pulled the dress up over her head and threw it to the floor. Janet did the same with her and the two girls took a moment to look each other over. They were both on their knees facing each other. 

Nicole reached out and cupped Janet's supple breasts in her hands. She moved forward and circled her hard nipples with her wet tongue. Nicole's breath on Janet's nipples made them dark and swollen. 

"Oohhhh yyeesss," exclaimed Janet as Nicole began to suck on her nipples harder. Janet pushed Nicole back onto the bed forcefully and took her left nipple into her mouth and sucked on it hard as her hand fondled Nicole's right breast bringing her nipple to full attention. Janet sucked harder and harder even nibbling on it from time to time. 

"Yyyyeeessss, oooohhhh ggggoooodddd yyyyyeeeesssss, lick my pussy," Nicole panted. 

Janet repositioned herself so that her cunt was right over Nicole's face and her face was aligned with Nicole's wet pussy. As Nicole moved her head up to met Janet's snatch, Janet went down on Nicole. Nicole plunged her tongue deep into Janet.

"Ooooohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm," Janet sighed with a full mouth of Nicole's pussy. Each girl licked and sucked each other's cunts taking each other higher and higher. Janet stopped and climbed off of Nicole. She walked over to her dresser and opened the drawer. She pulled out a double dildo and walked back to the bed with it in her hand. 

"Get on all fours," Janet told Nicole. Nicole turned and positioned herself on her hands and knees. Janet rubbed the large rubber dildo up and down Nicole's dripping pussy. 

Janet entered Nicole with the rubber cock and Nicole cried out, "Oooohhh its soooo big. It feels so ggggooood in my tight pussy." Janet climbed up on the bed and began rubbing the fake cock against her wet cunt. She was on her hands and knees as she slid herself onto the dick, deeper and deeper until her ass was touching Nicole's ass. Both girls began pumping on the rubber rod, their asses slapping together. 

"I'mmm going to cccuuummmm," Nicole announced as she began to rub her clit. 

"I am cccuuummmming toooooo," Janet declared as she pounded away on the stiff sex toy. The sound of their asses slapping together increased in volume and frequency. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes here I cum," Nicole screamed. 

"Me too," Janet cried out. 

Orgasms ravished both of the girls' bodies. Nicole pulled herself off of the cock leaving her juices all over it. She collapsed on the bed, panting. Janet reached back and removed the imitation pecker from her dripping snatch. She fell onto the bed next to Nicole. Nicole leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

In the study, Michael had pushed a button and the bookcase moved aside to reveal a large screen television. He sat back in his leather chair and turned the TV on. He saw Janet pull back Nicole's skirt and kiss her ass. He was glad that he had had the monitors installed in the maid's room. He watched the girls as they undressed and sucked on each other's breasts. He was getting harder and harder. He unzipped his pants and took his pecker in his hand. He rubbed the length of it gently at first as he watched the girls lick each other's cunts. He watched as they buried their faces in each other's pussies. His rhythm was getting faster as he beat himself off. He panted as he came closer to an orgasm watching them fuck each other with the big rubber dildo. He jerked harder and harder until he was spitting his fluids into the air. He watched as the girls came. They were now lying in each other's arms, hugging and kissing each other.

Just as the two girls were drifting off to sleep in each other's embrace, a loud voice came over the speaker. 

"Girls, get in here, now," Michael demanded. Both girls jumped up and quickly pulled their dresses over their heads. They quickly fixed their hair and ran out of the room. They stood at the study door examining each other to make sure they were presentable. Janet opened the door and they both went to the center of the room and stood before Michael. 

"Yes, Master," they said in unison. 

"I want the two of you to get in my bathroom and scrub it down. Do you understand I want it so clean I could eat off of the floor? Do I make myself clear?" Michael questioned. 

"Yes, Master," both girls, replied. They turned and left the study. They stopped off in the kitchen for Janet to get the cleaning supplies out of the pantry. Janet retrieved the bucket with the sponges and cleaning supplies in it. They walked through the house to Michael's bedroom. The room was very manly with a décor of dark plaid. He had a king size poster bed and his dressers appeared to be black oak. They made their way through the room to the bathroom. It was magnificent with a whirlpool for a tub and sky lights. The floor was gray and white swirled marble and the fixtures were shiny brass. The two girls set out to quickly clean the room. Nicole took the tub and Janet took the floor. Nicole reached into the bucket and pulled out the cleaner and a sponge. She leaned over the tub and applied the cleanser. Janet started on the floor. With her back to the door, on her hands and knees she began to scrub the floor. 

Michael appeared in the doorway and stood silently as he watched the two girls. He could see their pussies peaking at him from under their short skirts. Their asses wiggling as they scrubbed. The images of the two girls eating each other out flashed in his head. He could feel his manhood start to grow stiff once more. He cleared his throat and startled both the girls. They jumped to their feet and stood at attention facing Michael. 

He shook his head at them. "I told you to have this bathroom clean enough I could eat off of the floor," Michael remarked. 

"Master, we didn't have much time," Janet pleaded. 

"We were working really hard trying to do a good job for you," Nicole interjected. 

"Well, that is not good enough," Michael replied, "Both of you get into my room and wait for me." 

Both girls looked frightened and hung their heads. They walked slowly into the bedroom. 

Michael appeared in the doorway a moment later. "Both of you bend over the bed and lift your skirts," Michael demanded, "I am very disappointed in the both of you." 

The girls did as they were instructed. They reached out to hold each other's hands. He came up behind them and smacked Janet on the ass first. 

"I'm sorry, Master," she cried as she jumped when his hand came in contact with her ass. He then moved to Nicole and smacked her hard on the ass. She jerked and squeezed Janet's hand. 

"I'm sorry too, Master," Janet cried. He spanked Janet again and then Nicole. Each time he hit them harder. Both girls were sore and on the verge of tears. He was getting more aroused with each blow that made contact with their bare young asses. He looked down at the red marks his hand had made on their bottoms and smiled. He took his finger and ran it over Janet's pussy feeling her wetness. Then he ran his finger over Nicole's cunt to feel how wet she was. The pleasure they were getting from the pain made him so horny.

"Janet, sit on the bed," Michael advised. 

"Yes, Master," Janet responded as she went to the bed and sat down. Nicole knelt on the floor in front of Janet, facing her," Michael further instructed. 


A New Job



Nicole did as she was told. 

"Now, I am going to sit here and watch you lick her pussy," Michael advised, "I want you to make her scream." Nicole smiled at Janet as she slid her black satin skirt up to expose her shaven pussy. Nicole pushed Janet back onto the bed and began to kiss her inner thighs. She made her way up to Janet's snatch. 

"Spread her legs wide open so I can get a better look," Michael ordered. 

Nicole pulled Janet's legs apart and moved her head to the side, out of Michael's view, so he could see Janet's beautiful cunt. Michael sighed and moved over to the bed. He sat down beside Janet and leaned over to kiss Janet on the lips. Nicole continued her work on Janet. She teased Janet's clit with her tongue. 

Michael was now sitting up and watching Nicole lap at Janet's swollen button. He pulled Janet's dress up and she sat up partially so that he could remove it. Michael grabbed Janet's breasts and twirled her hard nipples between his fingers. Nicole continued to lick Janet's wet pussy tasting her sweet juices. Michael leaned forward and lifted Nicole's face from Janet. He licked her lips tasting Janet's fluids. 

Michael was growing harder by the second. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Nicole smiled as she saw his huge erection. She could feel her own pussy growing wetter and wetter. She resumed her work on Janet's cunt. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh, yyyyyeeeessss," Janet moaned and reached to grab her own nipples. She pinched them hard as her pussy responded to Nicole's lapping. Nicole rubbed her mouth on Janet's cunt and then sucked her clit into her mouth. 

"Fuck me with your tongue," Janet yelled out. 

"Oooohhhhh," Michael groaned and he stroked himself watching the girls. 

Nicole did as Janet instructed and plunged her tongue deep into Janet's wet love tunnel. As Nicole fucked Janet orally, she reached under her uniform and began to vigorously rub her own clit, which was swollen and aching to be fondled. 

"Stop!," Michael yelled startling the girls. "That is enough for now," Michael stated. "Nicole, go and run a bubble bath," he instructed. Nicole did as she was instructed and Janet retrieved her uniform and began to get dressed. "No need to get dressed Janet," Michael said. Nicole came back in the room and announced the bath was ready. "Let's take this party into the bathroom," Michael said. 

The two girls entered the bathroom first. Michael instructed Nicole to strip and the two of them to get into the tub. Michael sat on the toilet across from the tub. The girls settled into the hot soapy bath water. The bubbles clung to their tits, partially hiding their nipples. The girls began to hug and kiss each other. Their bubble covered bodies rubbing against each other. Michael again had his cock in his hand stroking it as he watched the two girls frolicking in the bubble bath. The girls rubbed the bubbles over each other's bodies. Janet kissed Nicole on the mouth. Michael watched as her tongue slipped into Nicole's open mouth. His strokes were getting longer and harder as he came closer to reaching orgasm. Nicole noticed that he was getting closer and she decided they should give him a real show. Nicole sat up on the back edge of the tub and spread her legs wide. She ran her hand down over her tits. She slid her hand down to her cunt and spread her lips apart showing him all of her. Janet followed Nicole's lead and sat on the edge of the tub as well; she opened herself up to Michael. As the bubbles slid down their slippery bodies and over their swollen clits, Michael was cumming, shooting his wad high into the air. The girls rubbed their clits, faster and harder trying to reach their orgasms. Nicole sank her finger deep into her pussy while looking at Michael seductively; she slid her finger into her mouth sucking all of her juices off. Michael was still stroking his now semi flacid pecker as he watched the girls bringing themselves to full climax. 

Janet cried out, "I'mmmmmm ccuumminggg, watch me cum Master." 

"Look at me Master, I'm cumming too, my pussy is going to explode," Nicole screamed. 

"Oooohhhhh, fuck yeah," Michael yelled as the two girls' bodies quivered when the orgasms erupted. Michael went to the side of the tub and took both of the girls into his arms. He kissed each of them on the forehead and told them to dry off and come to the bedroom. The girls did as they were instructed. When they got to the bedroom, Michael had lit candles around the room and turned down the comforter. Michael was not in the room. The two girls sat on the side of the bed and waited for him to return. Michael entered the room with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. He handed each of the girls a glass of champagne. 

He sat down on the bed between them and raised his glass, "Here is to many more exciting days together." 

"Yes, Master," the girls replied together as they raised their glasses to join Michael in his toast. 

"This is going to be a great job after all," thought Nicole to herself, "I'm glad I decided to take it."



A New Job



Early morning hours are always foggy, not just the air but the head seems to be too. For some reason the brain seems to be sluggish as long as the clouds cover the sun. Perhaps that is just a metaphor for my marriage. 

For five years I have been married to a wonderful and talented, strong willed goddess. For the first three years sex wasn't just sex, I used to call in sick to work just to stay home and in bed, or the kitchen, bathroom and ect... Then my wife miscarried and we were past devastated.

Of course I threw myself into work. Staying late and stressing over new accounts seemed to be the only thing that would calm my aches. My wife didn't work, I provided enough to live very well so she wouldn't have to, and think that's what hurt her the most. She had all the day to think about it and never healed.

Halfway into the forth year and we were fighting everyday. I was never home, she never left the house and that amazing sex... stopped altogether.

Finally one day my wife broke down. 

"Jon," words pushing through the sobs, "I can't be here anymore."

"What? How do you mean?" 

"All day long I sit here watching TV then I go upstairs and exercise. Afterwards I take a shower and finger myself to Internet porn remembering your cock or at least try to remember. Its been so long since you and I have made love..."

Through my bewilderment I asked, "What about Valentines Day?"

"Next week is the Forth of July," her voice now more angry. Then a calm came over her, suddenly almost automatically. "But all that is about to change. You see I called in for you today as well as this week. You and I have plans."

"But Sophie, I have the Zabruter account this week..."

Then she pulled a group of papers from her dresser, and my heart sank immediately.

"You have no choice Jon, its either you come with me or I leave without you."

To this day I can't tell you why I was so reluctant to go at first. I guess work became habit or an addiction and it was all I did. Hell I didn't even jerk off anymore, to afraid to stain my suits. However, I agreed and off into the countryside we went. 

She said she was going to drive so I could sleep and be rested. We listened to classical music for some strange reason and I of course knocked right out.

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I never dream about sex anymore, and never like this, but during the ride my dream was unlike anything before.

My wife pulled the car over at one of those stops that just have pay phones tables and bathrooms. I remember looking at the freeway and seeing all these cars go by but not seeing any parked here as I walked to the restroom. By the way I never trust sitting down in these places so of course I just stood at the urinal and relaxed. Just as I stopped I heard a whisper and felt two hands on my crotch.

"Close your eyes Jon baby," 

"Sophia I thought that wa...."

"Yes I'm here now shush, and close your eyes," her hand started to squeeze hard at the base of my penis. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes mistress," the words rolled out of my mouth as if it were habit, but my wife and I only played around once in a while like that. Never did we take it to the full extent.

"Good, now spread your legs for me."

I did instantly, again very unlike me, and she ran her other hand over my hips pushing my pants down to the floor. I could feel her smooth hands pulling at my cock and rubbing my ass. Then her mouth, that soft velvet tongue over the tip and behind my balls lapping over my ass. I felt as though I was losing myself to her mouth when she started pushing her wet fingers past my tight hole.

Instinctively I moved forward and away but that just pushed my dick into her mouth again.

"Jon, just go with it, give into it... You don't have a choice..."

Those words echoed in my head so loud I didn't even hear myself speak, "Yes Mistress," again and suddenly pleasure overtook my senses.

Never before had I allowed her to go this far with anal play but damn it felt good when she pumped her fingers in and out while sucking me hard.

Just as quickly as she started I felt her move behind me, bending me over.

"Jon, tell me you want me to fuck you, you need it, you will do everything I tell you to, tell me you belong to me and I will take you to new depths of pleasure."

"Yes Mistress, fuck me please, I want it, need it badly. I will do anything you say I am yours."

{Now like I said I never allowed Sophia to adventure this far with my butt before, so what happened next had surprised me, yet I didn't care.}

Then I felt it, the tip of another dick pressing against my virgin hole. I know its fake, still I am startled. That lasted for maybe two seconds until that tip broke the surface.

Pain.

Pleasure.

I screamed and moaned at the same time at first then relaxed as she pushed the strap-on to its end. With one hand stroking my manhood and the other on my hip she built up speed.

"Who's my bitch?"

"I am," again way to easy to say.

"Give yourself to me, vow yourself to be my slave, love everything I do to you, do everything I say. Vow and you will cum harder than you ever have before... Say it bitch, remember YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE!!!"

Without a pause the words fell from me, I vowed, and I came.... no.... I hate to use cliche's however I exploded, my ass clenched in ropes as I shook and orgasmed. My moans were overshadowed by hers as she climaxed at the sound of mine. Perhaps it was just me, but I swore I felt her come inside me, but she just had a strap-on, my wife is no tranny. I have fucked her pussy so many times, I am pretty sure shes all female.

Without time to rest or dress we hurried to the car, pants still off of us both.

She started the car and told me to sleep again until we arrived.

"Go ahead baby sleep some more, I will wake you when we get there, sleep."

Again I was out, this time for only a few minutes it seemed and that is when I awoke to here voice."

"Jon, wake up sweetie we are here."

"Man I feel fantastic... but I had the fucking craziest dream."

"Lets get to our room and you can tell me all about it baby," but she was already out of the car headed to the door.

Before she knocked a man stepped out, tall with sharp glasses, very .... handsome?... that's weird for me to think that.

"Sophia," he said as if he were here childhood friend. Then he looked at me, "You must be Jon, your wife has told me some great things about you. I am Dr. Jacob Bents a pleasure." I felt as though I was blushing when I shook his hand.

"Are we ready to get you two to your room?"

"Yes Doctor," Sophia blurted excitedly, "he's ready the classical cd worked instantly."

"Wait, what?" I was so confused.

"Never mind my boy, just come along. Anyway, from what I understand, you don't have a choice..."

Blackness.




A New Job



Graduating during a recession is tough, especially for someone like Jessica. Some students have parents to fall back on for support but, not her. After graduation, it was sink or swim. She had to make it on her own. 

The want ad asked for an administrative assistant. Someone to assist the CEO with tasks such as travel arrangements and preparing for meetings. Jessica knew she could do it, if she could get her foot in the door. The ad said they wanted 3-5 years of experience, plus a BA. Well, she had the BA. The experience, however, would have to be fudged. 

Surprisingly, Jessica got called in for an interview! Unfortunately, she had nothing to wear. So, she borrowed a skirt suit from her roommate. Jessica had a classic hourglass, Marilyn Monroe type figure. Her roommate, however, did not. She was a little more petite, a little more straight up and down. So, the suit was a bit snug. Oh well. It would have to do. The slightly snug suit was Jessica's only option for a professional interview outfit. 

On the morning of the interview, Jessica carefully styled her hair and applied her makeup. When she put on the snug suit and her black heels, she thought she looked a little too va va voom for an office so, she took out her contacts and put on her glasses. She thought this gave her less off a sex kitten look. Boy, was she ever wrong.

During the interview, things went completely wrong. The interviewer, a very stern woman named Mrs. Jones, figured out Jessica's lie about her professional experience. She was ready to kick Jessica out when a middle aged George Clooney type came into the room. He introduced himself as Mr. Bravo, the CEO. Mrs. Jones started to tell him about Jessica's lie but, he told her that she was no longer needed. He said that the interview was for his assistant and he would continue the interview himself. He politely, but firmly, told Mr. Jones to go take an early lunch. 

By this point, Jessica was terrified. She needed this job. It paid $75K a year with full insurance and one month paid vacation. That would go a long way to helping her pay off her student loans. Sallie Mae was already sending her notices about her grace period ending soon. Her landlord was also about to raise her rent. This job would be a huge help to her. Her old, student job of waiting tables at Bennigan's wasn't going to cut it anymore. 

Mr. Bravo continued the interview. He never once asked about Jessica's previous experience. He had a copy of her resume but, he never mentioned it. Instead, he asked her about her education and other things that she could actually answer truthfully. She found herself becoming hopeful.

At the end of the interview, Mr. Bravo said he would be in touch shortly. He said he needed someone right away so, he hoped to make a decision by the end of the day. Jessica left with a spring in her step. Well, with as much spring as her tight skirt and high heels would allow. 

Later that evening, Jessica's phone rang. Mrs. Jones was on the other end of it. She informed Jessica that she had the job and needed to start immediately. She should report to the office at 7:45am the next morning. 

Jessica was ecstatic. She got the job! Unfortunately, she had no time or money to shop for any new work clothes. So, she was going to have to wear the tight skirt suit again. She didn't like it but, if they hired her while wearing it, the suit must not be that bad.

The next morning, Jessica arrived to the office early. She met with Mrs. Jones and a woman from HR named Kathy. They had her fill out all of the necessary forms and they showed her a short film about sexual harassment. It was then that Jessica realized just how long it had been since she'd last had sex. With work and her last semester of school, dating had fallen by the wayside. She shifted uncomfortably in her tight skirt while she watched the film. Once things settled, Jessica knew she'd have to get herself laid. Anyone who gets wet while watching an HR film about sexual harassment is in dire need of a good lay. 

The rest of the day was a blur. Jessica met a ton of new people and tried to memorize their names. She barely saw Mr. Bravo, her new boss, all day. He seemed to go from one meeting to another. She hoped that this meant her job would be easy.

Around 3pm, Mr. Bravo buzzed Jessica's desk phone. He said it was time for them to go over her duties and responsibilities. 

Jessica knocked on Mr. Bravo's closed door and then entered his office. Since his door had been closed when she entered, she closed it again.

Jessica was about to sit down in one of the leather chairs when Mr. Bravo stopped her.

"I prefer it if you stand for a moment," he said.

"Ok. Why?" she asked.

"I want to get a good look at you. That outfit is against company policy," he said.

"Oh, I borrowed it from my roommate. I promise to get some new suits with my first pay check," she said.

Mr. Bravo didn't respond.

He then motioned for Jessica to come over to him. She walked over and stood next to his desk chair. It seemed odd but, he was the boss.

Mr. Bravo then said "So, it's time to discuss your position here. We all know why you're here so, let's get to it."

Jessica assumed she was going to take some notes for him but, he took her pen and notebook from her and tossed them on the floor.

Mr. Bravo stood up and gently pushed Jessica back a little. She felt the edge of the desk touch the back of her thighs. Mr. Bravo then pushed a little more until Jessica was sitting on his desk. 

Now, Mr. Bravo knelt down in front of her and put his hands on her lthighs.

"Your suit is fine. The part of you outfit that's against company policy is this," Mr. Bravo said as he put his hands up Jessica's skirt and removed her panties.

"In this office, you will not wear panties. I'm a busy man and I expect unobstructed access to you at all times," he said. He then took Jessica's panties and fed them to his shredder.

Jessica's eyes went wide with shock. She started to say something but, nothing came out.

"Oh, don't act so shocked. We both know why you got the job. It's not because of your previous experience at Bennigan's. What new grad gets this kind of salary and benefits package? Be reasonable," he said as his fingers teased Jessica' now pantyless clit.

"But, the HR film!" Jessica exclaimed.

"Yes, and if anyone else in this company touches you, be sure to report it to Kathy and Mrs. Jones. I'm the CEO and founder of this company. I do what I want," he said.

Mr. Bravo then put his mouth on Jessica's inner thigh. He softly kissed and nibbled until he got to her pussy. 

"Look, you can like this or not. It's up to you. It's more fun if you do but, either way is fine with me. I'll like it either way and that's really the main point," he said as his tongue slid up and down her slit.

At this point, Jessica panicked. She knew sex with the boss was wrong but, she was starting to care less and less about what was right and what was wrong. The way his tongue flicked her clit was causing her to lose her grip on her outrage. 

As Mr. Bravo continued to lick Jessica's clit, she became wetter and wetter. When she was about to cum, he stopped abruptly. 

"No, not yet," he said.

Mr. Bravo then removed Jessica's blazer and shirt.

"Just to make things clear, while panties are forbidden, bras are left up to the individual employee. If you wear one, just make sure to get ones that are easy to remove," he said.

Mr. Bravo removed her bra and then turned his tongue's attention to Jessica's nipples. With that, she started to moan. 

Jessica got quiet when she heard the distinct sound of a zipper being unzippled. Quickly, Bravo pushed her back and spread her legs. By this point, the now infamous tight skirt was bunched up around Jessica's waist. 

Jessica was ready and wanting when Mr. Bravo plunged his dick inside of her. She loved the feeling of being entered like that. He must have instinctively known because he pulled out and then plunged into her again. 

Now, Jessica could barely contain herself. She wanted to moan and scream but, she was at work. Stifling herself, Jessica began to buck and meet Mr. Bravo stroke for stroke.

Mr. Bravo gave as good as he got. He rode Jessica hard, making sure that with each stroke, his dick hit her clit. 

Finally, Jessica couldn't take it anymore. She came, shaking violently and pulling Mr. Bravo's hair. 

That display of enthusiasm pushed Mr. Bravo over the edge. He shook and spurted long, thick squirts of cum in Jessica's very wet and sated pussy.

When their quivering stopped, Mr. Bravo stood up and gave Jessica a box of wet wipes. Jessica gave him a confused look.

"This is for your other main duty - cleaning up afterwards," he clarified.

With that, Mr. Bravo zipped up and left for another meeting.

As Jessica straightened the room, she couldn't help but be excited about coming to work tomorrow.



A New Job, a New Experience



Warning!! If erotic material with sexual content is illegal to read in your country at your age, then please obey your laws, and do not carry on reading.

If explicit writing of sex scenes offends you or upsets you in anyway please do not carry on reading.

All of my stories are fiction, some are based on real-life or experiences, some are pure fantasy, perhaps secret desires, dreams, or wishes of my desires, none are intended nor designed to belittle abuse or degenerate or dissrespect anyone, any group, or race of people.

I mean no one any harm or upset, I simply try to excite and arouse sexual feelings in a good way, many of us have secret desires or fantasies, sometimes through writing those can be realised and no harm comes to anyone.

I hope you enjoy my story AlleyKat

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We are a young couple who only married two years ago, but sadly my young husband had a bad accident while he was working on our old car and will be out of work for sometime, we have lots of debt trying to set up our home, I desperately needed a new job, a better paid job, and I was so happy when I heard through the grapevine at work about a new job that was paying three times what I was earning now, it was still secretarial work something I was good at.

I got the application form that day by calling around in my lunchtime I guess alarm bells should have rung when the receptionist said handing me the form "make sure you send in very recent photographs they must comprise of 1: full face 2: full length 3: front back and side view in a bikini"

I was shocked "why an earth do I need those kind of photographs "I replied somewhat miffed.

The girl just said "bosses orders "then she smiled and added "it is a very well-paid position and there is great fringe benefits " then she giggled.

I just smiled rather shyly as I took the application form and turned to leave.

I puzzled over it all afternoon and that evening spoke to my husband about it but all he really said was "well sweetheart we do desperately need the money and after all its only photographs and you do have that very sexy string bikini "

I blushed deeply thinking of how tiny it really was only just and I do mean only just covering my nipples and not all of the areola and as for the bottom part that barely covered my slit, I said "but your the only one who has seen me in that "

He said with a thick voice "yea and just thinking about it has given me a hard on, put it on sweetheart for me then give me a blow job "

I blushed and giggled feeling like a schoolgirl as I went upstairs to get the very tiny bikini, and lightly ran down again and slowly stripped for my husband then put on that bikini, carefully moved his legs not wishing to hurt him and knelt down and opened his dressing down and started to lovingly kiss that beautiful cock that gave me so much pleasure when he fucked me with it.

He groaned as I slowly sucked it into my mouth working my tongue at that special place just under his cock head, working my hand up and down the thick shaft as I worked my tongue all around his cock head, then sucking hard I slowly took and more into my mouth and swallowing opening my throat as my Daddy had taught me to do. Letting his cock slide into my throat until my nose was buried in the curls of his hair working my throat on his cock head knowing he loved that. He put his hands on the back of my head holding me there controlling me knowing I can't breathe like this, I started to struggle after a bit needing air but still he held me until at last he let me pull back enough to suck air through my nose, Then buried his cock again holding my face held against his belly telling me to work my throat faster I was swallowing his pre cum I knew he was going to cum, I held on as long as I could and started to struggle again. He grabbed my hair and started to push and pull my head up and down in full thrusts, his cock burying in my throat every time, and faster and faster I was struggling to breathe, but very shortly I felt and tasted his wonderful cum as he filled my mouth before burying his cock down my throat again continuing to pump his jitsumhave into my belly, he was groaning deeply in satisfaction, I was happy to please him.

He said "don't swallow all of it yet "as he withdrew from my mouth as I sucked the last drops from his cock.

I looked up at him feeling full of love and devotion to this man knowing I will do anything he wants I blinked as a flash went off several times, he said "stand-up and move back a bit sweetheart "

I did as I was told while he took several pictures telling me to turn this way and that still feeling very sexy and hot and very wet I looked down and giggled at my nipples so hard and enlarged and giggled more when I saw my pussy was very obviously wet and that some of the material had slipped between my pussy lips leaving them partly on view showing a definite outline of my slit,

He then said "let's some cum trickle down your chin and onto your breast "

I did as he wanted while he took more photographs then he called me to him and took several more close-ups of my face, I had to admit it was making me feel very hot and very horny and very slutty.

He put the camera to one side, he did all his own developing and stuff and he must have hundreds and hundreds of pictures of me by now I just hoped no one else ever saw them, in some of them he had me doing things I had never thought of with vegetables and other household things, he told me not to swallow and not to change while I cooked the dinner, I blew him a spunky kiss and showed him the cum still in my mouth he quickly grabbed the camera and took a photo of that.

I happily savoured his cum as I cooked our dinner, feeling still horny and very slutty, I couldn't stop smiling.

After-dinner we sat down and filled in the form in great detail I argued about the pictures and finally he gave in and we sorted through some of the 10 x 8 we had and I selected some of me in a one-piece bathing suit saying they would have to be satisfied with that, after all it was my knowledge and brains they needed not my looks, I helped my husband upstairs to bed got him comfortable then went and bathed and washed and dried my hair and other things girls did before joining my husband and very slowly and very gently straddled him and made love.

When I awoke the next morning my husband was up, his side of the bed was cold I knew he had been up for sometime, I went down and made us breakfast and sat talking for while then suddenly realised I was going to be late and rushed from the house and just caught the bus to work, then realized I had left the application behind, so when I got to work I phoned my husband and told him, but he said not to worry he would get Joe from next-door to post it for me, I had hoped to have handed it in during our lunch break but settled for this instead.

Ten days later I received a letter confirming my application and pictures had been received and that I was now on the list for an interview and that they were so impressed that I had jumped the preliminary interview and was now on the short-listed interview with only 6 others, I squealed in delight and jumped literally for joy so excited was I that may be our troubles were ending money wise, I rushed and told my husband we were both delighted and happy, just then the telephone rang.

I answered it and almost squealed again when the voice said "is that Ms Watson Ms Debbie Watson? This is Jacobson from Wright & Sons, personnel officer "

Hardly daring to breathe I replied "yes Sir "and looked at my husband in great excitement.

Mr. Jacobson said "we have reviewed your documents and would like you to attend an interview to-day I know it short notice but we really do need to get this position filled urgently in fact very urgently "

"Yes Sir "I replied "I can come any time "

I heard a chuckle at the other end as he said "yes I suspect you can "that seemed very odd I thought, then he carried on "please attend this afternoon at 2 PM sharp, and as you realize this is a highly paid position and we will require some exceptional things from you, sometimes the hours will be long sometimes you will be working overnight and sometimes even all over the weekend, if this is unacceptable say so now "

I panicked as my brain raced I quickly covered the mouthpiece and repeated what was said to my husband, he replied "sweetheart we desperately need the money, do what you have to "I chewed my bottom lip and replied.

"Mr. Jacobson that is acceptable, and I'm sure, no, I know if I'm chosen for this position, I won't be a disappointment as I do work very hard "

He said "very well I will see you in my office at 2 PM to day bring with you an overnight case just in case you are excepted today, but any case be prepared to be here for several hours, goodbye "

Stunned excited confused I was just saying "good by Sir "when I heard him say.

"Oh by the way bring that delightful outfit you had on "with that the line went dead with a click as he hung up, I put the phone down very puzzled, turning to my husband and repeated what was said,

He replied looking almost guilty I thought "sweetheart we need the money we both have to do what must be done remember that, you best get ready you don't have much time left, get your things for overnight bring them to me I will pack them while you get ready "

I kiss him quickly thanking for his help quickly got my things including the dress and one-piece bathing suit and the small case giving them to my husband and quickly running off to shower and do my hair, rushed downstairs knowing I really had to hurry, kissed my husband telling him I will phone him as soon as I know anything telling him to call my mum and so that she can help him if needed grabbed my coat and case and running from the house racing to catch the bus...

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Mr. Jacobson was not alone there were three other men there when I entered his office feeling very shy for some reason.

Mr. Jacobson stood up shook my hand and introduced me to the others and told me to sit down he then explained the kind of secretarial work I would be doing, I was amazed I had done more in my present job I asked "would you like me to type something so that you can see my speed and efficiency? "

Mr. Jacobson said "Oh we can take that as read I believe, does the thought of working through the night and weekends and long hours worry you? "

I thought about my husband words about doing what I had to and replied "no Sir I am very willing to do what I can "

He then quoted the figure that was on offer then said "I spoke to your husband a few moments ago I understand your having financial difficulties? "

I blushed a bit shocked and confused but just said "yes Sir that is correct "

The 4 men conferred then Mr. Jacobson said "I think we can offer you the position but the salary is incorrect "

I almost leapt for joy and then my heart sank at his words thinking I just knew it was too good to be true.

He continued "the photographs you gave us are exceptional would you as a very special favour to us put on what you have in this photograph? "

I looked up shocked and blushed deeply, he continued "of course you don't have to, but you had said you were willing and this would show your commitment, wouldn't it? "He smiled.

I hesitated chewing my bottom lip.

He said "as an incentive Ms Watson the salary will be four times what you are presently earning now IF we give you the job "

I gasped, stood up hesitantly picked up my case and put it on the table to open it then said "please Sir where can I get changed? "Looking for my one-piece bathing suit but found instead that very tiny bikini my eyes opened widen wondering what was going on.

"Why not show us how willing and co-operative you are by changing right here "one of the men said.

I looked up startled and started to shut the case, Mr. Jacobson opened his folder and showed me one at a time the photographs from last night with my bikini hardly hiding a thing a very close-up picture of a very wet pussy with the bikini almost swallowed by my pussy, my open mouth full of cum my face looking extremely in need of sex, and I saw there was a pile of photographs even one of me bending over naked spreading my ass cheeks looking back through my open legs with cum dripping from my asshole, I sat down totally stunned at what my husband had done.

Mr. Jacobson said "your husband told me to remind you of his words, that you must do whatever you have to because of your debt "

Fighting back tears I stood up hesitated then stripped naked standing there for them I reached out for the bikini but Mr. Jacobson shut the case after putting in my clothes and shoes inside saying "Oh I don't think you need bother with the bikini you are very delightful as you are "

I stood there in front of the 4 men deeply embarrassed blushing madly trying to cover myself with my hands Mr. Jacobson said "don't hide those delightful charms my dear let us have the privilege of seeing them ".

I hesitated then slowly put my hands down, not really sure what to do with them.

The eldest one of the 4 told me to turn around slowly, I looked at him for second and looked down at the ground after seeing his flushed face and slowly turned around feeling very unsure, as I faced the front again one of the younger men who must have been in his teens told me to turn around with my back to them open my legs and bend forwards, I blushed even more deeply and chewed my bottom lip.

As I debated the door opened and the receptionist walked in and spoke to the men quietly then as she turned to leave she looked at me fully licked her lips and said "I'm glad you're taking the job we will get to know each other extremely well "then giggled and she left. Somehow her comments left me feeling very dirty.

Mr. Jacobson said "Oh by the way your husband just called he has spoken to your employers they have agreed to release you immediately, so you see it just as well you've taken this job isn't it Ms Watson, now do as your told "

Trying hard not to cry I turned around opened my legs and then bent forwards, I groaned when I heard one of them say "use your hands spread your cheeks wide for us ".

Wishing I was anywhere except here I took a deep breath and did as I was told.

Mr. Jacobson said "very nice Ms Watson very delightful, a very delectable pussy indeed, stay that way while we confer "

After some whispered conversation I heard chairs scrap back and I could see shoes in my line of vision and jumped as a hand fondled one of my breasts as I started to rise in protest a hand held the back of my neck as I heard Mr. Jacobson say.

"You are surely not that naive to believe we would pay you all that money every month just for your secretarial skills, no my dear why do you think we require you overnight and weekends, you have beautiful assets and we will use them fully "

Just then to my disbelief I felt a cock enter me from behind it hurt as I was a bit dry but it was relentless and soon was buried deep in my pussy, as I screamed someone thrust a cock into my mouth and they both started to fuck me from both ends, hands grasped my breasts crushing them as I was taken.

Dimly I heard Mr. Jacobson say "you will entertain members of the board and myself and other chief executives whenever your special services are required, also it will be your job to entertain our clients in there hotel rooms, the job will have perks and bonuses and even special bonuses, so you see Ms Watson it is a job made specially for one such as yourself "

I couldn't help myself, as much as I resisted I was soon into the rhythm meeting thrust for thrust excitement building at being used like this, each one used me and when they were finished I had their cum in every hole.

Yes I suppose I had been naive they were paying me a great deal of money and now promises of bonuses as well.

The 4 men sat back behind the table and told me to lay on it full length.

just then the receptionist entered as if on cue and before I realized I was tied hand and foot to the four corners she then bent down and kissed me very passionately grasping my hair pulling my chin down as her tongue entered and explored my mouth, 

I had never kissed a woman like that the kiss continued for sometime she made sure plenty of her saliva entered my mouth I kept having to swallow suddenly I felt something enter my pussy and felt vibrations and realized it was a large vibrator, I gave a muffled screamed into the woman's mouth as clamps were put on my nipples and felt my whole breasts being stretched upwards, someone was touching my ass I screamed in pain as something large was forced inside and again felt vibrations, 

I started kissing the woman back as my excitement grew to the multiple stimulation I groaned deeply in pleasure as another vibrator was strapped to me and pressed over my clit, never before had I had so much stimulation in so many different ways I was lost totally in a world I didn't understand, my hips were moving wanting more and more.

The woman laughed and quickly stood on the table her feet either side of my head as she squatted down I saw she had no knickers on, she rubbed her wet pussy over my face as I tried to turn my head somebody grabbed my hair and held me fast and she continued to rub her pussy and smear her sex all over my face, then she sat down my nose pressed to her asshole her pussy in my mouth, without realising it I hesitantly started to lick, 

Suddenly the vibrator in my pussy was removed and somebody mounted me again and started to fuck me really hard I met him thrust for thrust with eagerness, I don't know how many times I cum but it was a lot.

Three and a half hours I was in that room, but finally they all seemed sated, the receptionist left to go home they were now seven men in the room and I guess everyone had had me at some point more than once unless others had been and gone, I looked at Mr. Jacobson as he spoke.

"Well, Ms Watson we are all extremely impressed you seem tireless, almost insatiable I believe, you will of course be kept very busy but we will allow you to go home at least twice a week, but that will be after your initial training period, during that time you will be sleeping and servicing quite a few people women as well as men, we do expect you to take care of your health there is a doctor on call in fact he will be one of the men you will be keeping happy, I'm not sure of numbers but that is unimportant, I suspect somewhere in the region between 150 to 200 plus of course and unknown number of clients hopefully your charms once advertised will bring us many new clients , we have all enjoyed you this afternoon, it has been a real pleasure, dont worry about clothes and things they are all provided now, I am sure you will give us good service, and by the way make sure you are always available and ready, no more dry pussy like today that hurt my cock ".

I laid their looking up at him in a haze of sexual pleasure as the vibrators in my ass and on my clit continued their stimulation once more I closed my eyes in ecstasy as my body shook in an orgasm once again, I couldn't help but look at the men wondering hoping wishing someone would fuck me again.

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I never did fully forgive my husband for what he had done, but, I helped him to get out of debt and to get back on his feet, but, things were never the same between us again.

Now of course I moved in different circles, often jetting off on private aeroplanes to exotic places, I had that job for nine months, but now a much bigger conglomerate employs/ownes me.

I am doing the same job of course but now my salary is unbelievable, officially my job title is Personal Assistant, very personal assistant, but really I am just a company whore who will spread her legs on demand.




A New Job, a New Experience



I can never forget the betrayal of my ex-husband of what he did to me, how he helped to manipulate me and turned me into what I am today, but, I am living very well with a penthouse apartment, flashy car expensive designer clothes diamonds and perfume, moving in society circles, being dated and bedded by the rich and famous.

Yes as Mr. Jacobson said I had delightful and delectable assets and have learned to use them very well. 

My present employers are a very large very wealthy Japanese company, it is a very well known company and it seems I am to be used as a bargaining chip to get some kind of legislation passed and so have been lent to a group of senators for a month on a Caribbean island, sun, sand, sea and best of all with 12 senators plenty of sex.

Mile high club, hell, I have been gang banged more than a mile high many times and hopefully will be many more times to cum.

Long live private jets.

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note from authoress

Although I'm not new to writing stories, I have done for sometime, although they have always been for family or friends, I have to admit some of my stories because of their content would be banned, although many of them would be perfectly acceptable.

This one is the first one that I've ever had published or perhaps I should say sent in for publication.

I would be grateful for any and all feedback, so that I can judge preferences of writing, but also the kinds of stories you would like to see, I have a prolific mind, nothing to me is taboo as a subject matter, although of course legalities must be maintained.

I will thank anyone in advance for their feedback, should there be any. Keep smiling, guys stay hard, girls keep wet. 

Lots of love 

AlleyKat 



A New Job, a New Friend



A new teacher finds a new lover during training. 

It was an August day, about a week after my 24th birthday, and I was starting my first day of teacher training. In the summers during college I had taught students in camps and programs for gifted children. It was fun to teach a group of eager students, especially in a small and relaxed setting, but I knew my first real teaching job would be different. I was teaching Algebra and Geometry to ninth graders. I'd have 100 students coming in and out of my class for a period at a time. More so than any first day of school as a student, I was both nervous and excited. 

I would also be lying if I didn't mention I was excited to meet the other teachers. Like a kid moving towns, I was the new kid in school in a new town. But unlike the time I had to switch to a new school in a new town when I was in the sixth grade, I knew I was not going to be the only new one this time. The high school I was working for had a hallway added onto it over the summer to make room for students from the neighboring town that had been redistricted. The principal, who interviewed me for the job, told me they would be hiring ten new teachers. Most of whom, because of budgetary constraints, would have to be teachers straight out of college. I was excited to hear there would be other young teachers around, until I realized it meant that the job offer (even more than other teaching jobs) would not be rolling in the big bucks. 

I walked into a classroom to see Mr. Linden, as his students called him and he told us new teachers to call him, at the front of the room. He was one of the longest serving teachers in the school and was in charge of orientation. I knew the day would be a lot of paperwork and going over the minutiae of school policies but I was still happy the day had come. In fact, I was the first new teacher in the room with a full twenty minutes to spare before the scheduled start time. I sat down in at a combination chair and desk, usually meant for a 16-year old, that barely supported my tall frame. I made small chat with Mr. Linden while I flipped through the training manual in front of me. 

"Hello, nice to see you again," a high-spirited voice said. I looked up from the papers in front of me to see a petite girl with long dark auburn hair. She was at least half a foot shorter than me, though most girls were as I was 6'1 and had been a soccer goalie in college. She gave Mr. Linden a quick hug. "Are we doing assigned seats or can I sit anywhere?" 

Mr. Linden laughed off the joke and told her to sit wherever she wanted. I was the only other person in the room, sitting in one of seven desks in the front row. The young woman put her bag down on the desk next to mine, then placed out her hand to greet me. 

"Hi, I'm Natasha!" she said. It was clear from the first minute of meeting her that she was always full of energy. I was not that type of person, but it's not like I didn't appreciate people who had a bubbly personality. I just didn't always have the willpower to be perpetually upbeat. She smiled at me. It was undeniable that she was cute. 

"I'm Adam. Ready for the first day of school?" I said. 

"Not at all! I just moved here and I have so much more to unpack at home and so many more lesson plans to make," she sat down in the desk but turned towards me. She was wearing an ordinary pair of jeans but as her butt made contact with the chair it was hard not to notice before I returned my vision back up to her eyes. "It's going to be a busy few weeks," she added. 

Natasha and I chatted some more. She had moved here from out of state and had stumbled upon the opening because of an aunt that lived nearby. Otherwise, she knew no one else in the area. I was from a small city 30 minutes away, where most of my friends and family still were. 

Soon the room filled up with more new teachers. They were a bit less youthful, at least compared to Natasha, but overall it was a young and fun crowd. Mr. Linden was funny too, and would sometimes get to portions of the training manual only to say "Today we will be skipping over the entire section on 'Safety Protocol for Non-Fire Natural Disasters'. However, if anyone asks, we read every page and we were here all night." 

It was a dull afternoon in terms of material, but I couldn't help but stay alert due to knowing many of people around me would be my friends, or at least workplace acquaintances, for the next year. I tried to leave a good impression by acting normal and having good posture. I had spent time observing students in my only teaching experience and knew how much you can learn from a person by watching them for just a few seconds. One of the new teachers sat in the back, clearly texting a boyfriend the entire time. Another teacher took his glasses off every few minutes to wash them as he fidgeted. If he had the wrong class, he was going to have trouble teaching a bunch of rowdy teenagers without getting picked on. 

And I couldn't help but steal glances of Natasha whenever possible. She was never not smiling. Even when her mouth was closed and her eyes were focused, she appeared happy. Whenever she looked down at the papers in front of her, her hair would fall over her face for a second before she delicately pushed it back. 

After a few hours of speeding through the materials, interrupted briefly by a bathroom break, we were given our "homework" which was just a pile of forms prepared both by the school or the state's Department of Education. Everyone thanked Mr. Linden for his time and then made small talk for a few minutes before leaving. Once Frank, the fidgety teacher with glasses, walked out it was just me and Natasha. 

"I'm just going to go to the teacher's lounge and fill all those out there," Natasha said, "it's embarrassing but I don't have any furniture set up back home so it's a lot easier just to work here." 

"Mind if I join? It wouldn't mind getting it done before heading home," I said hoping her mention that she was going to leave the current room for the teacher's lounge was not a ploy to get rid of me. My instinct told me it was not.  

"Of course! We'll make it a little paperwork party." 

We made our way to the teacher's lounge and both sat down at the large circular table in the middle of the room. I sat down second, and several seats away from her so we could each spread out the piles of paper we were carrying in front of us. I pride myself on being an efficient person and if I was alone I would have skimmed the papers as fast as possible signing where appropriate. But I figured with Natasha signing with me, and no plans for the rest of the day or night, there was really no rush. 

We also soon discovered some of the papers asked for questions which might require a bit more thought. There was one question that asked for a brief 75 word description of ourselves that would serve as our introductions in the teachers' newsletter. It was for the teachers that had been here for years to get to know us. Natasha and I both decided that it was the type of thing that everyone would just skim over, but it was still technically our first impression to make with everyone. I joked that I didn't want to make my first 75 words lame and she agreed. What if we instantly became known as the weird or awkward new teacher because we wrote an awful description? We sat in silence for a few minutes before I had my response done. 

"What do you think of this?" I said as I began to read my description, "Hello everyone! My name is Adam (aka Mr. Phillips) and I'm very excited to start my teaching career here at West High School with my very own math classroom. I majored engineering in college, played club soccer, and spent most of my free time at the movie theatre or exploring the city with my friends. If you like to watch baseball, kayak, or do crossword puzzles come find me!" 

"Nice! I think you passed the normal and cool test with it," Natasha said. But she also began laughing after she said it for reasons I wasn't sure about. 

"What's so funny?" I asked, grinning myself now. Her laugh was infectious. 

"I was just going to say these sound like dating profiles, but I didn't want to make fun of yours," Natasha said. 

"Oh, well umm...I don't know do you think there is anyway to write it so that-" 

"No, no, no," she cut me off, "I think it's just how the prompt will appear. I mean think about it. There will be a headshot of us, with our age and alma matter along with this description. And mine is much worse!" 

"Let's hear it," I said. 

Natasha began to laugh, while trying to hold it back. She was clearly in a playful mood often, but I could tell that in the short time I had been talking to her I was able to put her at ease. And with her attitude, I was comfortable around her as well. 

"I am Natasha and I could not be more excited to be teaching Spanish at West High this year," she said restraining her beautiful smile, "I just moved here and am looking to meet new friends to go hiking with, sample my experimental recipes, and grab an after work drink with (shhhh don't tell the students). My favorite band of all time is The Beach Boys even though I've never lived anywhere close to an ocean! That being said, I can feel the Good Vibrations of West High already! I can't wait for this year to start!" 

We both laughed over her description realizing that she could copy and paste the text onto an online dating profile without any major changes. Despite our laughing fit, we both decided to keep our introductions the same. Hers was a few words too long, but we doubted anyone would notice or care. Natasha's upbeat personality made it easier for her to bend the rules, I hypothesized, not that she was doing anything malicious with her power over people. I could just tell that being a young and cute girl, who is flirting all the time even if she doesn't realize it, she probably has gotten the most of her personal connections. Who could say no to her? 

For the next forty-five minutes we continued to fill out forms, alternating between silence and non-stop chatter. There were tax documents and leftover contract papers that we both filled out with much less goofing around. 

When we were finally done we both packed up the papers in our folders and she came over to give me a brief hug. There was nothing sexual about it, but the feeling to me was electric. I was much taller than her so her head pressed against my shoulders. I felt her breasts, not large but not small either given her petite frame, press against me. The whole hug lasted no longer than two seconds but it was both comforting and exciting. 

"I'm so happy I have at least one friend here now," Natasha said laughing. 

"Moving isn't easy. Soon enough your apartment will be filled with too much furniture and you'll have too many friends," I said. 

"Yeah right. It's going to take me ages to build all the IKEA furniture I bought," she said, once again, with a laugh in her voice. 

"Do you need a hand?" I offered. It was not an offer that I had thought about until that moment, but as soon as I said it I knew it was a nice gesture to make, and one she would be silly to reject. 

"Are you sure Adam? You don't have to. I mean that IKEA furniture can get confusing to figure out with those directions." 

"It's ok," I said, "I majored in engineering so those skills better be good for something." 

Natasha laughed at my joke and said yes, she would like a hand. I told her I had to stop back to my place to check on a package, but I would come by right after. It was a bit of a white lie. I did have a package I was expecting, but given it was just a new pair of running sneakers and my neighborhood was safe I wasn't worried about it disappearing. The truth was I just wanted a bit of a breather from Natasha. We had only been talking to each other for a couple of hours but I wanted to make sure I did not get either too nervous or too excited around her. Thirty minutes of relaxing driving alone would be enough to clear my mind. 

I flipped on the radio to an oldies station. My father had grown up on 60s and 70s rock and always had classics playing growing up. I had taken a liking to it over most more modern music, not that I was a snob about my selection. After a song I head heard thousands of times before but couldn't remember the name of or the band that played it, the tune changed to one I recognized instantly. It was Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys. 

I cranked the sound up and sped down the otherwise empty road. I was trying not to occupy all my thoughts of Natasha, but everything about her was too perfect. The song passed and when a song by The Rolling Stones came on I ended up switching off the radio so I could drive in silence. After the pit stop at my place, I grabbed a protein bar to eat and then drove to Natasha's place. It was about ten minutes from where I lived. Her apartment was the bottom half a house that had been converted into a duplex. She told me it was the only green house on her street, so it was easy to spot. 

Before I could reach out and knock on the door, it flung open. 

"I heard you pull in. How's it going?" Natasha was holding a container from IKEA in one hand but reached her free hand around my shoulder for half a hug. I reciprocated by bringing her towards me for a second. 

"I'm doing good. So what crazy Swedish furniture do we need to build today?" 

She showed me around all the boxes for her items. There was a small dining room table, a few chairs, and a bookcase. I had bought furniture from IKEA a month ago when I moved into my place. It wasn't just the price that was appealing to me. Though, on a first-year teacher's salary, it's not like I had much choice. But taking a pile of precut wood and going through the directions to make a usable desk or bed was fun to me. It was another chance to build things, like playing with Lego but for adults. The only difference is that the pieces are a bit less likely to be a rocket or battleship. 

"Just tell me what to do. Building things is not my strong-suit," she said. 

I opened up the box and took out the instructions for the table. I could tell it was simple. Pretty much all that had to be done was to attach the four legs and then a few supporting beams. Natasha helped me flip the surface on its back so I could begin attaching the legs. As I began she stood over me and watched. 

"I feel like I'm not being very helpful," she said, "Do you want me to make you some food?" 

"No it's ok. I'm not that hungry and this shouldn't take too long," I said. The truth was I wouldn't mind more food, but the thought of demanding things from her scared me. I didn't want her to get stressed making something for me. Besides, a plate full of food was not the one thing I wanted from her the most. 

She put on the radio to the same classic rock station I had played earlier. I let her know I had heard them playing some Beach Boys on the way home from school, and she was happy to know I was a fan too. She began humming along to the radio, they were playing a Beatles song, and she walked around the room cleaning up the leftover cardboard boxes and plastic from the IKEA items. 

"It should be all done," I said rising to my feet. I signaled her to come to the other side of the table and we flipped it with ease. The table was light and with out much trouble it was upright on it's four legs. 

"Awesome! It looks just as plain and Swedish as in the catalog," she said, laughing at her own joke. She leaned over to me and squeezed my shoulder, "Thanks for helping Adam." 

"No problem," I said. Her gentle squeeze seemed to imprint into my mind immediately. Even after her hand was off I could feel the exact places each of her fingers had pressed against me. "Let's get started on the chairs." 

I went to work on the first chair. They were, if anything, even easier to assemble. Each leg of the chair had a single screw that was screwed into the base of the chair. Within a few minutes, I finished the first chair. I flipped it over and placed it near the table. 

"I'm going to take a test run," I said sitting on the chair, "Well, it's not collapsing with me so I think this one is good. Most comfortable IKEA chair I've ever sat in," I joked. 

She walked over and placed a hand on the back of the chair, grazing against my shoulder. 

"It looks-", she began to say but the sentence quickly cut off and then transitioned to more of a mild scream. She began to fall forward, but twisted her body in an attempt to right herself. I reached out and grabbed her back, stopping her from plummeting to the ground. Instead, her ass fell on my knees and her back on the other side of me. I righted her so she was now sitting on my thighs with her feet dangling just about the ground. 

"It looks," I said finished the sentence she had just started, "like you tripped on some leftover IKEA plastic." I still had one hand on her back. She seemed comfortable, with one hand by her own chest catching her breath. It had been a mild trip, but she was still turning a bit red in embarrassment. 

"I'm such a klutz," she said, "after you finish building this furniture you're going to have to build a safety net for me." 

I laughed at her joke. She began to laugh too which made her bounce up and down on my thighs. She made no effort to get up from her position and I was in no rush to force her off. 

"You're going to need several nets for your class. Just think about how many chairs there are to trip on in there," I said. 

She and I laughed again. Our faces were just a few feet away and because she was sitting on my lap she was taller than me for the first time. 

"I'm really happy to have you as a friend Adam," she said. Her tone was very serious. For once, her laugh and smile went away. It's not that she looked sad at all, but she was looking directly into my eyes and it had a much different feel than any interactions we had before. I looked back at her eyes and then took the hand that was on her back and moved it up to her shoulder. 

Without thinking, I leaned up and positioned my other hand on the back of her neck pulling her towards me. She went with my movements and lowered her face to mine. Our mouths met and we kissed. I lowered one hand down to her waist before pulling away. She followed by moving her face back. Smiling at me, she let out a brief giggle before turning away. It was not her typical laugh. It was much more of a laugh one gives when they are uncomfortable, or at least unsure what to do next. 

"Do you want me to finish up the rest of the chairs now?" It was a foolish thing for me to say. I wanted to keep kissing her and for her to be in my lap, but in the moment I froze and said something instead of letting the silence linger. 

"Sure, thank you again," Natasha said. She stood up, "I'm going to just organize some things in the kitchen." 

I got to work on the chairs. Within fifteen minutes they were done, and Natasha was still in the kitchen sorting pans by the sound of it. I walked in to see what she was doing, and to let her know I was finished. 

"Well, I'm all done with the chairs," I said standing by the kitchen door. I didn't move towards her as she was by the sink on the other side of the room. 

"Thanks so much again," Natasha said. Her voice was quieter and more mellow than it had been before, "I guess I'll see you again at training tomorrow?" 

"Yes. I'll see you then," I said, lingering for a second. I wanted to kiss her again but based on her body language I wasn't sure what to do. I turned around to walk out the door but then felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around and Natasha gave me a quick hug, while lifting her head to give me a peck on the cheek. It wasn't romantic or intense, but it was playful. It made me smile and excited to see here tomorrow. 




A New Job, a New Friend



"Bye Adam," she said as she returned to the sink. I left her apartment and returned to mine. 

The next day at training I did not plan on being the first to Mr. Linden's room. I timed my arrival through the doors at exactly 9:59 AM, so that I could walk in and sit down the moment training would start up again. The night before, when laying alone trying to sleep, I replayed every moment of the day before. The hug Natasha had given me in the teacher's lounge, the squeeze, and the brief kiss we shared. And her smile. Every time I thought about her all I could imagine was her smile and her eyes. 

It's not that I was avoiding her by showing up right when training started. If anything, I was very happy we would be in the same room again so soon. I just did not want my first meeting with her to be mistimed or awkward. I wanted it to be perfect, and with other people in the room that seemed unlikely. 

As I turned into the door I stopped my step immediately as a body bumped into mine. The second I had walked through the open doorway Natasha had happened to heading out. Now we stood inches away from each other. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. 

"No, my fault. I'm being a klutz again bumping into people," she said. Again, she smiled and was looking right into my eyes. I wanted to lean down and kiss her. I had a feeling, based on her expression, that's what she wanted now too. But given the room in front of me was full I had no choice. 

"Maybe we're both falling into each other today," I reached around her neck and gave her a pat on the back that turned into a brief hug. I stepped aside so she could walk through. Though my remark to her ended up sounding a bit cheesy, it solicited a smile from her so I knew I had done alright. 

I found the one open seat in the front row. I recognized Natasha's bags and knew I was sitting adjacent to her. Once she came back to the room, Mr. Linden began again. It was another boring day full of procedure and hypothetical scenarios to make sure the school would avoid lawsuit in case anything crazy happened. 

But it didn't really matter to me what the paperwork was. Today, I was being a bad student. I was not noisy or disruptive, but I was not focused. I kept looking over to Natasha sitting just a few feet away from me. I looked over at her, and she caught my glance and began to stare me down. I didn't turn my head and we maintained eye contact until she began to blush and turn away. 

She pulled out a piece of paper and began to take notes. Or at the least, that's what I thought she was doing at first. Yesterday, Natasha had seemed eager enough to take notes on a subject as boring as reporting absentees and tardiness through the school's computer system, but I realized she was not being studious now. Within a minute she passed me a folded piece of paper. I waited a moment before I was sure no one was looking before opening it. 

Dear Adam, 

I had fun spending time with you yesterday. I have an IKEA bookshelf we forgot to build. Want to come help me after class? 

- Natasha. 

Her handwriting was bubbly and perfect. Mine was messy chicken scratch but I wrote a message on the same piece of paper right under hers. 

Dear Natasha, 

Of course I will help you, though I do want to ask you a question. You're just using me for my superior furniture assembly skills, right? 

-Adam 

I passed it to her and just a few minutes later I got a message back. There was a thrill in sending notes. I could not remember a single time in my life I had sent notes like this to a girl in class. When I was in 5th grade I would write notes to my buddies, but it was usually about trading players in a fantasy baseball league or something else entirely boyish. Yet here I was, about to be a teacher on the other side of things, unable to control myself. 

Dear Adam, 

True, I am just using you because you make great furniture. However, I have a feeling if you come it will be worth your while. 

-Natasha 

I gulped when I read the last message. It seemed so direct, or was it? In my head I was reading it in the most salacious tone, almost inserting a giggle by her in the appropriate spots. Despite my uncertainty, the message I sent back was equally flirty. 

Dear Natasha, 

I will be there. Just make sure not to trip on anything you don't want to sit on. 

- Adam 

I watched her reaction as she opened it. She smiled, letting out the smallest whimper of a controlled laugh, and then looked at me. She was biting her lip to stop herself from laughing, but it was also one of the sexiest smiles I had ever seen in my life. I began to flip through the papers on my desk that Mr. Linden has passed out earlier, just to appear focused for a minute, before the paper reappeared on my desk. 

Dear Adam, 

I promise I will not trip on anything I don't want to sit on, but I cannot promise I will not trip on anything I do want to sit on. 

- Natasha 

Turning to her again she had the same grin on her face. I smiled back at her and tucked the note away. Today was a short day for training and we would be done by noon. I knew there was just another half hour left and as I was unsure how to up her last note, so I decided that would be the last message for the time being. 

When Mr. Linden did wrap up everyone stood again and people began chatting with the people next to them. I didn't talk to Natasha, but I was very aware where she was at all times. I got the sense she was doing the same. In my mind I knew we would both be the last two people in the room again and we could plan out our next move then. After Frank finished telling me about a book on the history of aviation, which I admit might have appealed to my somewhat nerdy sensibilities had I not been so distracted, I said goodbye to him and he left the room. Natasha and I were the last two people left in the room. 

"We only have a little bit of paperwork tonight. Are you going to the teacher's lounge again?" I asked. 

"Well, I have a table now so I may just go home to work on it. After all, it is homework not lounge-work. Do you want to join me?" 

"Sure, we're good study buddies after all," I said. She put her stuff in her bag and started walking towards the door. I walked up beside her, squeezing her sides and pulling her towards me just a bit. I knew she wouldn't want to be seen in school doing anything more with me. And for my sake, I didn't want this to become a public thing either. But she smiled as I pulled her towards me, and briefly nuzzled her head against my shoulder. We split as we walked to our separate cars and I followed her out of the school parking lot. 

The one thing stopping me from speeding to her house as fast as possible, breaking as many speeding laws as possible, was the fact she was in the car head of me. I didn't know what Natasha had in store for me when I got to her place. I don't even know if she knew what she had in store for me. All I knew was that the IKEA furniture was not the reason we were meeting at her place. 

Pulling into her driveway after her, I greeted her with open arms as we walked to her door. 

"I've been thinking about it and I'm not sure the bookcase is what I need the most help with," Natasha said. Her smile was like a natural wink without the weirdness. I knew what she was saying. 

"Oh really. Well if not the bookcase what do you need help with? The bed?" 

"Maybe," she said. 

We rushed inside. I hadn't been in her bedroom before but within moments we were walking through the door. She lead me. Her hand was guiding me and as soon as we were in the room I pulled her to me. I tilted my head down and she moved up to kiss me. I grabbed her butt, firmly, and she moaned as soon as I did. 

"We're two teachers making out on the second day of school," I said, "I feel like I should be making jokes about lesson plans or detentions." 

"Normally I love to flirt," she said, "but I'm already wet." 

I pulled her closer to me and took one hand to reach up her shirt. I found her bra for a moment before deciding the angle was bad so I took a step back and sat down on her bed. 

"Make sure you don't trip," I said. 

With that, Natasha laughed and playfully walked up to the bed. She put one knee on either side of me, straddling on top of me, while lowering her mouth down to mine. We made out, only to stop for her to move back her hair that was falling in front of her eyes. 

I reached up to grab her sides, and pushed her down to the bed so that she was now laying down. I moved to now straddle her and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. I began to inch it up. I saw her reaction, a grin and a looking of anticipation, so I pulled the shirt farther up until it was off. I knelt above her, looking down at the black bra holding her firm breasts. 

"I can't wait any longer," she said. 

Within a matter of seconds, she tore off her bra and then reached her own hands down to her jeans and began to pull them down. With the jeans coming off came her panties did too. I was above her, looking down at her naked, shaved pussy. 

One of her hands reached up to my jeans and she began to rub my member through it. I lowered myself so my still clothed body was pressed against her naked one. I kissed the side of her neck and she moaned in pleasure. 

"Do you like that?" I said. 

"Why aren't you naked yet," Natasha said, while reaching towards my groin. I nudged my body towards her and knelt still, giving her access to the front of pants. She undid my belt and lowered my jeans and boxers at once. To speed things up I ripped the shirt off my back and soon we were both naked. I lowered myself to the bed. We were now face to face, laying on our sides staring at each other. 

"Well I'm naked now. Happy?" I said, smirking. 

"Not as happy as you are, or at least as happy as your little guy is," she said reaching down and rubbing my shaft up and down. I pulled her to me. She didn't stop rubbing me but the top of my dick was pressed against her naval. One of my hands cupped her naked ass. I moved in and kissed her again. 

She pushed off of me and laid down on her back. She spread her legs slightly and put one hand above her head. The other grabbed towards me and I obliged by moving to her. I put one hand by her side to steady myself and use the other to grab my cock and guide it towards her opening. 

I looked at her to make sure it was alright. Her eyes were closed and she was already biting her lip in anticipation. I inserted my dick into her. I felt her warm and wet juices envelop me. She gasped as I finished entering her. I quickly began to move in and out. 

She put both her hands around the top of my back, propping herself up just a bit so she had balance. I was using my hands to steady myself against the bed. Continuing my humping, I lowered my head so I could once again kiss the top of her neck. 

"Don't stop," she said. 

"I never want to stop," I said. 

I reached beneath her and lifted her whole body up. She was small so I could do so easily and soon she was off the bed. I grabbed her by her waist and raised her. I was now kneeling, which my own butt touching the back of my feet, and I placed her pussy on top of my dick. I lowered her up and down my shaft. Her breasts bounced in front of me. She moved her hips in a rhythm which made it easier for me. 

"Uh oh," I said playfully, "I think I'm about to trip." 

I now stood up. She was still in my hands and her pussy still around my cock. I carried her off the bed and out of the room. I walked to the chair that we had kissed on yesterday and I slowly sat down on it. With me sitting down I continued to raise and lower her, but with the chair she was now able to ride me with ease. 

I grabbed one of her breasts and she lowered her face down to kiss me. Again, some of her hair fell in front of her face. She smiled as she pushed it back, and we then moved towards each other, lips to lips and tongue to tongue. 

She began to ride me much harder than she had been. I warned her I was going to finish and she only increased her pace. I didn't concern me we weren't using protection. It felt right. 

I moaned out in pleasure as my dick shot out cum into her. She knew immediately and continued to grind me, now slower and more methodically, almost to milk the last out of me. I kissed her again. 

"I can't believe I found you now Natasha when summer vacation is over," I said. 

"I think our school year is going to be more fun than any summer vacation." 

We both got up to clean off and returned to her bed where I put on some boxers and she just her panties and bra. I laid down and she cuddled up next to me. We were in silence for a long time. There was an occasional moan or spontaneous laugh, but we were both resting. I was on my back and she was on her side pressed against me. Her arm was on my chest and delicately teased me. My arm around the smoothness of her back. 

I reached with one hand and turned on the radio. It was God Only Knows, by the The Beach Boys. We both laughed without saying much. It wasn't the sexiest song but our laughter soon had us pressing against each other again. Her hand lowered itself underneath the waistband of my boxers and around my penis. 

"Pop-quiz, you ready?" Natasha said. 

"I thought we weren't doing lame teacher puns," I said. We both laughed. 

"Ok. If no puns then I guess we'll just have to go straight back to sex then," she said laughing deviously. She began stroking my penis hard and soon I was on top of her. This time we stayed in the plain missionary position, but it was more sensuous and slow than before. We stopped and had whole exchanges while I moved my penis in and out of her at the most incremental of paces. 

"Do you think the students will know there's something between us," she said. 

"Maybe. Or maybe Mr. Linden will find out first," I said. 

"Eww, don't bring up Mr. Linden while you're in me," she said and we both laughed again. I lowered myself to her and began making out with her. 

"I'm so happy we're together Natasha," I said. 

"Me too Adam." 

Soon we were back to silent screwing with just the occasional yell of pleasure from either one of us. 

When I came in her again, I rolled off and we immediately began to cuddle. This time she left her bra and panties off and I never put my boxers back on. We spooned so that my dick was pressed into the nakedness of her ass cheeks. One of my hands reached around to the front of her, slowly rubbing the side of her hips and every once in a while, her opening. 

It's hard to imagine that's how Natasha and I started. It was such a quick connection filled with passion, but one that's lasted a long time. That was an entire year ago. In fact, it was exactly one year ago. Tomorrow is teacher training for the new teachers for the next school year and Natasha and I have agreed to go in tomorrow, briefly, to help Mr. Linden prepare. 

Since our first encounter we've become quite the item and have had many nights and afternoon sessions in her bed as well as mine. For spring vacation I even took Natasha to California, so she could finally soak in the sands that inspired the The Beach Boys. We're inseparable both physically and mentally. But no matter what, when I think of all my memories of Natasha, the closest I've ever felt to her was that one day she tripped and ended up in my lap.