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Working

By: NRX



I had just graduated high school and I was looking for a job. My next door neighbors were nice enough to let me take care of their yard for 5 dollars an hour. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were very nice people, and had been good friends of my parents since we moved here eight years ago. Whenever I worked and Mrs. J was around, she always made iced tea to quench my thirst. One afternoon when I was cutting the grass, Mrs. J came out as usual with the tea, only this time she was wearing a two piece bathing suit, not too revealing but it made her look very sexy nonetheless. I almost drove the mower right into a tree when I saw her. She was medium height, curly brown hair, 36C breasts, and a very, very firm ass. I also loved her tanned skin.

I made a point that afternoon to make sure my cutting route took me in sight of her as much as possible. I managed to get a great view of her ass several times, but she was always facing away from me, so for a long time I didn't get to see the front of her. Towards the end of my work, I came around and noticed that she had not only switched positions, but had removed the top of her suit. As I rode by, her globes mesmerized me, resting against the towel, partially flattened under her. They were still quite round and full, even though her weight was on top of them. I regretted that I had to go to the other side of the yard to finish the job.

After I disposed of the clipping I heard Mrs. J call to me and ask if I wanted something to drink. I saw this as a chance to see her up close, so I accepted and walked toward the deck. She disappeared into the house, and returned minutes later with a pitcher, and still without her top. I stood there, with my mouth open, watching those breasts move with each step. She broke me from my trace by handing me a glass of tea. I nervously sipped at it, not know how to talk to a woman who was half-naked and standing in front of me. She simply smiled and poured herself a glass. She sat down in the chair in front of me, and sat down next to her, looking at the lawn. She started asking questions about what school I was going to, what I was studying, if I had found a job. I answered all of her questions without looking at her directly. She asked me if I was uncomfortable with what she was wearing (or not wearing).

I told her that I was a little surprised, but not embarrassed. She told me that she didn't mind that I started at her tits. I guess she surmised by my shyness that I wasn't used to seeing tits. She was right. I had only see one pair up close and that had been a long time ago at a party. A drunken girl walked up to me on a dare, and flashed me, and then ran away giggling. I hadn't done much with girls either. We did a lot of kissing and little touching, but nothing major. Naturally the conversation drifted towards these fact and Mrs. J looked at me in astonishment. She remarked that I young man such as myself should have had his share of girls by now. I am 6'2" 195, muscled but not overly so, brown hair and a little chest hair, which I was quite proud of.

I had never gotten far enough for my cock size to matter, but I guess it was of above average size. She asked to see it, after I said that. She told that she would be the judge on whether I had anything to worry about or not. I stood up, and slowly unbutton and removed my shorts. I was standing in front of Mrs. J in my boxers, with an increasing erection, and I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, and Mrs. J took my reluctance as nervousness, and reached up, took the waistband in her fingers, and pulled them to my ankles. My erection was now full blown and her eyes widened tremendously. She said that I was the largest she had ever seen, about ten inches probably. Before I could stop her she reached up and started stroking it, slowly. I could only let my head fall back. It felt so good. No one had even done that for me before. She got up out of the chair and onto her knees. She began to lick lightly at the head and then took it into her mouth. She looked up and caught my eyes. At that point I couldn't control myself and I came, all over her face and chest. I sat back in the chair, apologizing for what I had done.

I went to put on my clothes, but she took my hand and told me that it was OK. She picked up some of my cum with her fingers and licked it off, making sounds as if she was enjoying the taste, a lot. I told her weakly that it was the first time someone else had given me an orgasm. She said she figured as much. She also said that there was a lot that she could show me if I was willing to learn. I thought for a moment, and looked at her. She was incredibly attractive with a knockout body. I would never get an opportunity to learn like this again.

I told her that I would learn all she would teach me. She smiled as she stood, and kissed me, like a lover would, prying my mouth open so she could stick her tongue in. I could smell and feel my cum on her face, sticky but not unbearable. She led me by the hand inside and up to her bedroom. She was still covered in my juices, so she decided we should start with a shower. She turned on the water and then slipped off the rest of her suit. Her pubic hair was trimmed so that there was a small thin line directly above her slit. She seemed to be modeling in front of me.

She asked me if I liked the way she looked. I complimented her in every possible way, so much so that she had to quiet me with a kiss. At this point I was fully aroused again. We stepped into the shower and she rinsed herself off, and told me to do the same. As I did she began to wash my back, slowly, as if she was learning about every part of me. She went lower to my ass, and then did my legs. She turned me around and washed the front of me, concentrating on my chest and my crotch. She rubbed my cock and balls thoroughly, watching my face for the reaction to where the most pleasure was. I rinsed again and said that it was my turn.

I took the initiative and started with her back, just like she had done, but I did it much slower. I was make the most of this opportunity to see where here spots where. She moaned when I found her cheeks. I started her front with her legs, and worked upward. As I reached her sex I noticed she was already rubbing herself in anticipation. I pushed her hand aside and began to rub gently around her lips, over her inner thigh and above the top of her lips. Her hips were swaying a little and her breathing became very heavy. I knew I was on the right track so I went right to the little bump above her pussy. I rubbed it gently at first but she took my hand and rubbed it faster and faster until she cried out in orgasm. Her hand fell away, but I still rubber her lightly, giving her aftershocks of pleasure. She leaned back against the back of the shower.

I continued to wash her, moving up to her stomach, which was flawlessly flat, and up to her breasts which I had admired out on the lawn. I touched the flesh around the nipple, feeling how it gave in my hand. I traced lined from the outside to the valley between them. She regained her breath and started to moan again. I finally went to the nipple, which I pinched, producing a moan from Mrs. J. I asked how I was doing, and she mumbled that I was a quick learner. I squeezed one breast while I pinched the nipple of the other. She reached up and started to rub my cock in her hand while I continued to work on her breasts. She leaned over and whispered in my ear that she wanted my cock in her. I wasn't prepared for her to say that, so I hesitated, but she said it was OK that I wouldn't need to worry about getting her pregnant or anything like that. She saw that I was still reluctant so she said we would go slower. She rinsed herself off, and we got out of the shower. We toweled each other off and then walked to the bed.

She laid down, with her legs slightly open and said that anywhere that I was touching before would bring more pleasure if I used my mouth. I figured that this meant her breasts and her pussy. I knelt down next to her and kissed her neck, nibbling at the sweet skin. From there, I went slowly to her breasts. I kissed all around them, on the sides, the bottom, around the nipple. She seemed to love every minute of it. She told me to go ahead and suck on the nipple. I took one in my mouth and gently suckled on it, pulling back a little bit. She gasped and told me that I could nibble on it too. I used my teeth, taking it into my mouth and her back arched and she moaned in ecstasy. I concentrated on her breasts for awhile, but she pushed my head further down, and I knew where I was headed. I traced a line across her stomach, and French kissed her belly button, to which she giggled.

Soon I went through the wisps of hair, telling me I was about to his the treasure. Sure enough her pussy was dripping juices and it begged to be licked. I moved so I could have better access and spread her legs farther apart. I kissed the inside of her thighs first, and moves slowly to her lips that I licked clean. I ran my tongue up the length of her slit to her love button. She used her hand to show me exactly what to do. I sucked on her slit with abandon, making her writhe in pleasure. She ground her pussy into my face, wanting more. I inserted a finger in her and at that invasion she had another orgasm, covering my hand with her juices. I wanted to keep her going so I put in another finger and resumed the attack on her clit. She was screaming constantly now. Her orgasm blended together, so I had no idea when one was beginning, and one ended. At one point she finally pushed me away and said that was enough. She lay on the bed, spent, with a look in contentment in her eyes. I went to her side and kissed her on the lips.

She told me she needed a few minutes to catch her breath and said for me to get her a glass of water from the kitchen. I was really strange walking in my neighbor's house, naked, with a raging erection. I couldn't help but stroke myself a little bit as I walked upstairs with the glass. When I returned Mrs. J was idly rubbing herself, still laying on her back, her eyes closed. I walked up to her and she opened her eyes. She drank the water, licked her lips seductively and told me to lie on my back. She told me this would be the last lesson for the day, but it would also be the best one. I leaned back against the pillows, with my rock hard dick sticking out into the air.

She got on her knees, just above it and slowly lowered herself on my cock. It was the most incredible sensation I've ever felt. She starting pushing herself up and down. I instinctively started to match her thrusts, and we were soon pumping to the same beat as it were. She head fell back and she cried out telling me what a great fuck I was. I reached up and played with her tits, pinching her nipples. Soon she was on the edge, and so was I. I had had an erection for so long, I knew I wasn't going to last long. She started to grunt, like an animal, so I knew it was coming, or rather she was. She came with such a furor I couldn't help but shoot, deep into her pussy. Her vaginal muscles were milking every last drop from me. She finally fell forward so that she was lying on my chest, with me still inside of her. We were both out of breath, spent from our afternoon's activities. She asked me if I would ever want more lessons like this, and I told her, of course I would. I knew she would be an excellent teacher.

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Working 9 to 5



This is a satirical version of the movie 9 to 5, which very nicely satirized sexist male behavior. It's long, but it includes three distinct episodes. In this satire of the satire, the male is substantially more sexist and many of the woman appreciably more compliant. If that doesn't sound at all appealing, or if you don't like stories involving submission or spanking, you really should not read this. You won't like it. If you do find this satire to be too sexist or offensive, please do note that Mr. Hart does meet with his demise and I am working on a sequel, in which the roles are reversed. However, I realize that displeasure with this story could still reflect a more general distaste for submission or spanking, no matter who takes which role. Otherwise, I do hope that you enjoy it!

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This was the first day on the job for Judy Bernly. She had never held an actual job (other than homemaker), but she had to now as she was recently divorced. She was very nervous and wanted to make an excellent first impression. So, she came to her first day so very well dressed in a light blue conservative, nicely tailored, business suit with violet highlights, a matching silk violet blouse and scarf, a pink carnation in her collar, and rather tall heels. To top it off she was wearing a matching violet spring hat. She even had a hat pin to keep it nicely in place. Frankly, it was more like what one would wear to a church social than to work as one among many within a secretarial pool. However, she felt that it displayed how important she took this job. In actuality, it displayed her inexperience and naivete.

She was so anxious and preoccupied that she almost missed her floor on the elevator. She tried to leap through the door as it was closing, but didn't really make it. Her large round glasses that covered her strikingly pretty, large green-blue eyes were almost knocked off her face. She was fortunate that her delightful spring hat did not get crushed.

Violet Newstead would be in charge of her initial training, although at Consolidated Companies Incorporated it was more like an indoctrination.

"Norman, she has never even worked before," Ms. Newstead complained.

"I thought you would be sympathetic. She's recently divorced." Ms. Newstead's own husband had died a number of years ago.

"I am sympathetic, but why do I have to train her? Can't she be within someone else's section?"

"She's very willing. She is the type of secretary that Mr. Hart will appreciate."

"Oh, yes, I see. Alright, send her to me." Ms. Newstead knew what that meant. She didn't care much for Mr. Hart's behavior toward women within the office, but having someone who might in fact help keep Mr. Hart preoccupied and distracted, and out of her own hair, could be a helpful contribution.

Ms. Newstead met Miss Bernly at the entrance to the secretarial pool. She couldn't help but think that she would need a special locker for her hat.

"This is quite a day for me," Miss Bernly exclaimed, with excited anticipation.

"I bet it is."

"I was so nervous I left for work an hour early so I wouldn't be late but I still almost didn't make it. It took me forty-five minutes just to find a parking place!"

"Yes, well, tomorrow use the company parking lot, the entrance is off Kimberly Street."

"Oh, yes, of course, I'm sorry."

"Well, you'll catch on, I'm sure."

"Am I dressed alright, I mean, appropriately?"

"Well, if you have an outfit like this for every day of the week, I don't see why you need to work here."

"Oh, I know, Ms. Newstead, I am sorry. I just wanted to look good on my first day."

"Well, believe me, you will look plenty good to Mr. Hart." Ms. Newstead was sincerely impressed at Miss Bernly's attractiveness. She reminded her of a 30-year old, Jane Fonda, or at least Ms. Fonda dressed to look like a prim and pretty secretary. Mr. Hart would like that indeed.

"Oh, I'm so glad." Miss Bernly smiled with relief. She apparently did not get the particular meaning that Ms. Newstead was implying.

She took Miss Bernly to her desk to explain the various procedures of Consolidated Companies, Incorporated.

Mr. Hart did have a few quite special rules for the ladies, many of which were very familiar to his personal secretary, Doralee Rhodes. Doralee was a southern girl, with a very distinctive southern accent (Tennessean to be specific) and a tremendously pleasant and cheerful disposition. She always had something nice to say about, and to, everyone, unlike Ms. Newstead, who was considerably more realistic, aware, but also rather hard-edged, even cynical.

As they were approaching her desk, Doralee passed them in the hall. She greeted Ms. Newstead with a friendly hello. "Hi Violet, how's everything goin'?"

Ms. Newstead responded in her more businesslike, perhaps even curt, manner. "Hello, Doralee, Mr. Hart was looking for you. I think he wants more coffee." Mr. Hart was one of the many Vice Presidents of Consolidated Companies Incorporated.

Doralee pretended to complain, but still in a quite cheerful manner. "That's great. I just got back gassing up his car. If I'm not fillin' one tank, I'm fillin' another."

Ms. Newstead ignored the pleasant humor. "This is Judy Bernly. Judy's going to be working over in my section." She turned to Judy. "Doralee Rhodes," she said as her way of introducing Miss Bernly to Doralee in as brief a manner as possible. Before they could finish shaking hands Ms. Newstead had walked off and was waving at Miss Bernly to follow her.

Miss Bernly though hesitated, in part to at least shake Doralee's hand, but as well because her eyes went right to the blouse of Doralee.

Doralee was a short little thing, probably not more than five feet tall. She was wearing today a green pullover sweater with quite a sprinkling of small, sparkling rhinestones, along with a white blouse with flashy green and red splashes, stripes and spots. Doralee was a very pretty woman, with curvy and wavy blonde hair (maybe it was colored?) piled up a bit high, but not appreciably high (it was actually a wig).

Her most noticeable feature though, impossible in fact not to notice, no matter how she was dressed, were her breasts. They were quite large; in fact, they were huge. Best guess was 40-20-36. She usually denied that she ever had implants, but at one point she as much appeared to admit to it. Miss Bernly was impressed, or perhaps simply just shocked. "How do you do," she said, somewhat stiffly.

Doralee continued to talk to Miss Bernly as Ms. Newstead walked away. "Everybody been treatin' you real friendly? Showin' you around?"

"Everybody's been very nice, thank you."

Doralee bent over, her cleavage widening. "Good, listen, if there is anything I can do, just give me a holler, cause I know what it's like being the new girl in town."

Miss Bernly replied, "Thank you," appreciating the kindness but still rather uncomfortable, although she was uncomfortable the moment she got out of bed that morning to come to work. As she walked away she looked down at her own, nonexistent cleavage. She felt even a bit more insecure.

Mr. Hart called Miss Rhodes via the intercom from his office. He had already gotten the coffee himself, and was now simply wanting to dictate a letter. "Miss Rhodes, would you grab your pad and bring your pretty face in here please?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Hart."

Mr. Hart was waiting for her behind his desk. He watched her enter the room. She had left the sweater behind.

He always found her to be such a delight to the eye. Her breasts were extremely large, but her most attractive feature might in fact be her blue-green eyes, which truly seemed to sparkle beneath her long, fluttering lashes. She easily won the Miss Apple Blossom contest when she was in high school (the contest which determined the prettiest girl in Locust Ridge, Tennessee), with her rosy cheeks, becoming smile, and gorgeous figure.

She reminded Mr. Hart of this country western singer. As Doralee might say herself, she was a "spittin' image" of Dolly Parton. He wondered if Doralee had even gotten breast surgery to complete the match.

She smiled at him as she closed and locked the door. It was standard Consolidated policy for secretaries to lock the door when they entered the office of a Vice President, and at times even a manager.

As she approached his desk, he said, "Hold it right there."

"What?" she asked.

He spun a finger in the air. "Turn around a second."

Doralee turned to the right, providing him with a really nice profile view of those large breasts as she twisted back to try to get a good look at her bottom. Apparently she wondered if she had sat on something that caused a stain or smudge. Mr. Hart just appreciated that she was also drawing attention to her sweet bottom. "Do I have something on my dress?"

"There's nothing wrong," he replied. With a mischievous grin he added. "Matter of fact, I think everything is very, very right."

Doralee now understood. She gave him an exasperated but understanding smile, sat down (her breasts bobbling as she did), and said, "Shall we begin, Mr. Hart?"

"You know, Doralee, I was thinking precisely just that."

"Now, Mr. Hart, don't you think it's just a bit too early in the morning for something like that? Land sakes, the sun wouldn't even be above the Crawford barn up on the hill back home. I guess I'd have to say the Stratford Building here, but, no matter what place you're at, it's darn early."

"Well, I am sorry, Doralee," disappointment and sarcasm in his voice, "I thought we were a team here at Consolidated. I'm under a great deal of stress, as the leader, trying my best to get as much as I can for all you girls in the pool. It just seems that I should get a bit of consideration and comfort now and then."

Doralee knew he was right about that. "Well, alright sir, what is that I can do you for?"

Mr. Hart grinned. This was why Doralee was the top secretary in the pool. She was indeed a team player, and knew what that meant. "You know how I like to dictate my letters."

Doralee smiled at him. "Oh gosh, Mr. Hart, haven't I done that enough already?"

"I can never get tired of it, Doralee. You're such a pretty little thing. Now, you be a good girl and let me have a little look."

"Oh sir," she replied, the exasperation again in her voice, but she wasn't really offended. It was more like a silly inconvenience for her. She stood up, placed her pen and stenography pad on his desk, and carefully removed her blouse.

She smiled flirtatiously at him as she slowly undid button, after button, after button. With each one her blouse gradually opened. Mr. Hart grew impatient, but he knew the wait would be worth it. He never did tire of seeing her without her blouse.

When she finished unbuttoning, she pulled her blouse open and briefly held it there for him to gaze at the sight of those large, really huge, breasts, encased now in only bulging white lacy cups. She smiled proudly at the evident pleasure on his face as he marveled at her breasts. "Did you have to special order that?" He couldn't imagine that Walmart had that bra size on the rack.

Doralee smiled bashfully. "Now, Mr. Hart, don't ask a girl to tell you her secrets." She fully removed and then carefully folded her blouse. As she bent over to place it on the desk she made sure to bend way over so that he could have a good peek down the open cleavage. She even hesitated at the lowest point, turned up her head to look him in the eye, smiled, and asked flirtatiously, "What are you looking at, Mr. Hart?"

"How would you ever find anything that fell down there, Doralee?"

"Oh Mr. Hart," she giggled. "Now you behave yourself, sir."

"Well, that will depend on how well you behave."

She stood up straight, pushed out her cupped breasts, saluted him, and said, "Yes sir, Mr. Hart." "That's more like it, Miss Rhodes."

She did not wait for his instructions to remove her skirt, which she also carefully folded and laid on his desk. She was wearing matching white lace panties above a white garter belt holding up her white nylons. She stood in front of him, her hands on her cocked hips, smiling as she watched his inspection.

Her breasts looked even larger with her skirt removed. Her hips were so small, the disproportionately large "balloons" (the name Mr. Hart liked to use) appearing gigantic in comparison. "Do you approve, sir?"

"Yes, yes dear, very much so."

"Shall we get back to our letter now?"

"Absolutely Doralee, you're the boss."

She laughed. "Oh Mr. Hart!"

Mr. Hart then dictated a letter to Vernon Henshaw at Metropolitan Mutual. He watched as Doralee's "balloons" wiggled as her pen dashed across the pad. The pad was perched on her lap, her stockinged legs crossed, the top leg kicking as she tried to keep up with his fast speech. He even sped up his dictation to cause further boob bobbling. She didn't mind. She even occasionally looked up to give him an alluring smile, knowing how much he enjoyed watching her take dictation in her undies. She was not only quite fetching in her bra, panties, and nylons, but also an excellent stenographer.

She used John Robert Gregg's phonetic shorthand method, where vowel sounds are optional. She probably would have been hired even if her breasts weren't so large, or wasn't willing to take dictation in her unmentionables. Although, she probably would not have risen so far in the secretarial pool to become his own private secretary.

As he approached the end of the letter Mr. Hart rose from his chair and moved around to the front of his desk. He was displaying quite a tent pole within his dress slacks. He pretended not to notice as he moved up to stand directly in front of her, continuing to dictate.

"Mr. Hart!" Doralee exclaimed, pretending to be shocked.

"I'm sorry, Doralee, did I say something wrong, use some sort of poor grammar?"

"Gracious me, Mr. Hart." She covered her mouth, looking away but peaking back at the rod sticking out his slacks. She reached out with her hand holding the pen and tapped the end of his hard cock with her pen. "You seem to have quite the fishin' pole, Mr. Hart." Mr. Hart looked down and pretended to be surprised at what he saw. "Oh my, I am sorry Miss Rhodes." However, he made no effort to hide himself. "I certainly hope I have not offended you in any way. The last thing I would want to do would be to place one of my prettiest secretaries in an awkward situation."

"Golly, Mr. Hart, no. I wouldn't say that. I reckon it's at least mostly my fault, sitting here in my undies. What's a man like yourself to do? Goodness, I s'pose I would be offended if I hadn't gotten the little general a tad excited."

"Well, I do appreciate your consideration, Miss Rhodes. Some of the secretaries here aren't nearly so understanding. Yes, well, in fact that's why I have a little something for you."

"You do?!" She was sincerely pleased.

Mr. Hart went over to one of the drawers built into the wall shelves. He pulled it open and reached inside to remove a nicely wrapped gift box.

"I bought this for you. I picked it out myself."

"Well, thank you, sir." She liked getting presents, and it was always so very thoughtful and considerate of Mr. Hart to buy her things. "You didn't have to do that. You're so sweet."

She gleefully opened the package. She thought that perhaps it might be a nice scarf. He had previously bought her a very pretty red scarf, with blue and white coloring. This time, though, inside the box, was a pair of pink bikini, lace, see-through panties.

"Mr. Hart, they're so nice, but aren't these rather expensive?"

"It's really nothing, Doralee. It's a small token of my appreciation of your fine work and dedicated service. In fact, I've got a check book on that desk. You just say the word, and I'll write it for whatever you want."

"Oh I can do that right now, Mr. Hart. I can sign your name better than you do."

"But, I want to do this for you."

"Well that's mighty sweet of you, Mr. Hart, but I don't need any more gifts from you. You pay me plenty now as it is. I'm just right proud to be able to make you happy."

"It would make me happy if you tried these panties on, right now, here in my office?"

"Mr. Hart, you're such a scamp. But, I guess I should see if they fit."

Doralee smiled sweetly at Mr. Hart as she grasped the waistband of her panties in her delicate, feminine fingers. As she pulled them down she bent over toward him, her cleavage once again opening up broadly for him to look down. She stopped when the panties were half way down to raise her head up to give him a pretty smile. "Now, Mr. Hart, you're not going to watch me change, are you?"

"Well, I believe I should, Doralee. I do need to see how well they fit."

"But, Mr. Hart, I don't want you to get any more excited than you already are. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Now, don't you let such things worry that pretty little head of yours, Doralee."

"Oh Mr. Hart," she again pretended to complain. She wiggled her bottom as she drew her panties all the way down to her ankles. She then stood back up straight, but being careful to modestly place her left hand over her cunnie. She looked to her new panties draped over the back of the office chair. She realized that she would need both hands to pull them on.

Mr. Hart grinned at her dilemma. But, she grinned back when she realized that she could just turn her back.

However, in doing so she gave Mr. Hart a very nice look at her lusciously rounded bottom, and it was a very endearing set of white cheeks indeed. Doralee stayed in very good shape. The skin was quite smooth, the cheeks were firm, the crack a delectable invitation for pleasure. In all, a soft milky orb with an alluring crevice cut down the middle.

The sight became even more enticing as she bent over to put on her panties. In so doing, her sex came into view. Mr. Hart's eyes followed down the widening crack of her bottom to an even more delicate crack of her cunnie, so deliciously displayed. He squeezed his hard cock through his slacks as Doralee gave him an even better, more open view of her cunt as she stepped into her panties. He openly stroked his fingers along his erection as she again wiggled her bottom as she pulled the panties up her calves and thighs.

When she had them covering her fanny, she pulled and smoothed them so they provided the best possible fit. She then twirled around, spread out her hands, and asked gleefully, "Well, Mr. Hart, what do think?"

"My gracious, Doralee, I think that's the loveliest panties I've ever seen."

"Well of course you'd say that, Mr. Hart. You picked them out. But, I must say, I do agree, Mr. Hart, I think they're very flattering. You have such good taste in clothes."

"Well, I'm just glad you like them, Doralee. I do think they look very attractive on you. I believe I'm going to have to get you a full set, for each day of the week. We can't have you under dressed for the office now, can we?"

"Oh, Mr. Hart. You're just too good to me." She was looking down at her new panties, admiring their delicacy. She could see that they were awfully expensive. However, she did then notice something that concerned her. "Mr. Hart, I didn't realize how delicate the fabric is. You can't see my femininity through these, can you?"

"Oh no, no." Mr. Hart tried to reassure her. "Not at all. They're a bit lacy but still quite modest."

Doralee, however, wasn't convinced. She bent way over, the mouth-watering deep valley between her breasts once again opening up. She turned her face left and right. She could swear that she could see her cunnie lips through the material. She wished that she had a mirror to be sure.

Mr. Hart could see her concern. He sat down in one of the office easy chairs. "Here, you bring those panties over here and let daddy take a look."




Working 9 to 5



She heard the familiar sounds of typing and the hum of people talking about deadlines and work related issues. She zoned out, disappointed she couldn't hear the sound she ached to hear. She stared down at the screen blankly.

Her head shot up as she heard strong bold footsteps approaching her desk. She made herself look busy and started typing, flicking pages over in the diary as a large strong hand placed a wad of papers in front of her.

"Jessica, cancel my three o'clock. These documents needs to be filed away as soon as you are finished with more...." he paused, staring at her with hungry eyes. "...urgent immediacies..." 

She had to repress the excited shudder his deep husky voice had brought out in here.

She knew what was coming.

His aftershave smelt musky and masculine and she took a deep breath savoring his familiar smell. She looked up slowly at him noticing his body.

The fitted black pinstripe trousers flattering his noticeable bulge. She bit her lip, her eyes lingering on his dark leather belt with its silver buckle. Imagining the erotic sting of that belt on her bare virginal ass.

Her eyes traveled further up.

His blazer jacket showed his broad frame, a fitted white shirt underneath, a plain black tie drawing the eyes back down, down at the now tumultuous crease in his trousers.

Her eyes locked on his raised eyebrow and his mocking green eyes. His strong jaw line covered in dark stubble, his full lips turned up in an arrogant crooked smile.

She was his. She blushed noticeably and stared at the floor licking her lips as she responded.

"Yes, of course, sir."

He met her gaze and held it. He smirked and laughed under his breath.

"What's the matter Jessica? You look under the weather."

"No sir I'm fine I-I-I'll get this done now, sir, unless there's anything else you need?" She stuttered, feeling her cheeks blush crimson

"Hmmm... Now you mention it," he paused to think.

"After you have done as I have asked, come to my office. I may have another job for you."

He smiled to himself and turned on his heel and headed into his office closing the door behind him.

Jessica let out a deep breath scolding herself mentally for being so stupid. She sighed feeling her face returning to her normal alabaster colour. She tucked a loose red hair behind her ear and tightened the rest of her fiery curls into the bun. She slipped her feet back into her 6 inch black heels and stood up calmly, straightening out her tight black pencil skirt and her white silky shirt. 

Her hands clasped around the papers Mr Peterson had handed her and headed to the filing cabinet. Sorting the files, she readjusted her stockings feeling them slip a little but making sure the suspenders were keeping them up.

Jessica cancelled his three o'clock and walked nervously to his office and knocked lightly on the door. His voice boomed out

"Come in." 

She opened the door and stepped in. He was on the phone so he just motioned for her to shut the door behind her and take a seat in front of his desk.

She turned and closed the door and slipped into the chair in front of him. He licked his lips as his eyes danced over Jessica's body. He put the phone down and spun his chair round to face hers, clasping his fingers together placing them on the table. He smiled arrogantly at her.

Jessica shuffled nervously in her chair, wondering what he wanted and hating this awkward silence that he didn't seem to want to break. She finally cracked and looked up at him

"Was there something you wanted me to help you with, sir?"

"Bend over," he said bluntly his face set in stone.

"What?" Jessica stuttered.

"You heard me. I don't like to be kept waiting, Jessica."

"But sir, I don't... understand...What are you talking about?"

She looked at him shocked. Frozen in bewilderment.

"Jessica, do it, because I won't be happy if I have to make you do it myself! So turn around and bend over...NOW!" His voice bellowed out the last word.

She jumped and turned around slowly in confusion and bent over slightly.

She could hear him stand up slowly and her legs trembled.

He was right behind her now and she could hear his steady breathing and smell his cologne faintly as she heard the sounds of him undoing his belt, the buckle clinking as he pulled it out of his trousers.

She shivered, blushing as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter with anticipation. She felt the leather of his belt stroke against her round ass.

"Sir... what.... are you doing?" Jessica whimpered.

One of his strong hands gripped her waist as the belt came down on her ass with a thwack. She let out a scream.

"I told you I don't like to be kept waiting."

He smoothed his hand over Jessica's firm buttock.

"Are you going to behave now?"

Jessica managed a whimpered, "Yes" - now completely in shock about what was happening as she tried to straighten up. His hand firmly pushed her back down.

"Did I say you could stand back up again?"

"No." Jessica murmured.

He took the belt to her skin again, "No, what?"

"No...Sir?"

"Good girl. Now you can stand back up and when I ask you to do something I want you to do it straight away and with no hesitations.... What was that? I can't hear your response"

"Ye-yes sir."

"Good," he moved away from her and sat back behind his desk.

"Now I want you to take off your clothes...And slowly."

Jessica straightened up and looked at him for a moment and with her hands shaking, fumbled with her buttons, slowly undoing them all exposing her silky white skin and black lacy bra. She slipped it self-consciously off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor.

Unzipping her skirt at the back she stepped out of it as it fell to her ankles.

She stood before him clothed only in her black stockings, black lacy bra, tight black French knickers and her black heels.

"Come here, he commanded.

She slowly wandered over to him walking round the side of the desk. Standing before him he turned his chair to face her and pointed to the floor.

"Get on your knees."

She looked at him blankly not quite believing that this was happening

"Jessica, do as I say or you will be punished."

Jessica quickly dropped to her knees in front of him looking up into his face shyly.

He ran his fingers through her hair taking out the clasp and letting her crimson ringlets fall over her shoulders. Moving his hand away from her left her needing his touch.

Sitting back in his chair he slowly unbuttoned his trousers pulling down the zipper. The sound echoed in her head. 

She watched wide eyed as he pulled out his hard cock. He gave it one stroke and watched her reaction. She blushed and looked away but he grasped her chin and forced her to her face him. Jessica looked up at him watching his face smile haughtily at her.

"Does this make you uncomfortable? Tough... Suck it," he said roughly.

Jessica looked at him as he released her chin. She moved her face closer to his swollen tip flicking her tongue against the head, tasting his pre-cum. Wrapping her lips around the helmet she swirled her tongue around him sucking as she guided him deeper in her mouth, bobbing in a rhythm using her whole body to slide him in and out of her hungry throat.

Her tongue teased him as she did so. She heared him groan in pleasure and sucked hungrily, wanting his warm cum to fill her mouth.

"Mmmm, you hungry for my cock my little slut?" he groaned.

Jessica's mouth was watering now, over his hard shaft her fingers massaged his balls squeezing and tugging lightly. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and gagged as she sucked him deep into her throat. Her painted lips tight and constricting around his pulsating cock. Choking as her lips pressed against his base her tongue licked his full balls.

Mr Peterson grabbed her hair tightly making her gasp against his dick, holding her head there as she struggled, trying to gasp for breath. He finally released her and she allowed her mouth to release his manhood.

"Open your mouth wide," he growled his voice strained.

Jessica sat back on her heels and opened her mouth wide as he stroked his hard wet shaft in front of her face, slapping his cock against her tongue. He moaned loudly, his cock twitched and warm cum spurted into her mouth and over her face. She swallowed his load hungrily tasting his salty cum savoring his taste. Licking her lips as his cum covered her face, dripping down her chin and in her hair .

He sat back in his chair, his breath coming out in heavy grunts of release.

"Come clean the cum off my cock," he groaned.

Jessica happily moved closer to him running her tongue down his length, licking the cum from his large member. Sitting back he stroked his fingers through her hair, slipping his cock back into his trousers and turned away from her, pulling his chair back under his desk.

"I never told you to wipe it from your face. Now make me a coffee."

He looked down at his desk and started typing on his keyboard not even looking up at her.

She stood up shakily and pulled on her clothes, still in shock as she walked out blushing, walking out into the main office with his warm cum dripping from her chin.

She wondered would one anyone notice. And then she realized she didn't care......



Working 9 To 5, & Then Some



The day was quiet and all the nitty gritty detail work was filed, finished or forgotten. Adam was was looking at the clock and thinking about more than just lunch. Lilith, his "manager" was thrusting her tightly bound chest towards the fifth appreciative customer of the morning.

"Yeah, the operation went just fine," she cooed, batting her eyes and pouting just slightly, "but I'm never satisfied now. Robert just can't keep up..."

"Who could, with the weight he carries around," grinned Steve, a ZZ top look-alike who played bass with Lilith's favorite local band. "Have you suggested an exercise program?"

"Ha, the only exercise he'll ever get is chasing the guy that falls into my web," she purred, raising one eyebrow slowly.

"I'll post warning signs," said Steve. They stared at each other for a full minute before Steve looked away with a sigh.

"It's been fun all with all you faux fuck friends, but paying clients await."

"They all say that," growled Lil, as Steve slunk out of the office with a guilty expression on his face.

Adam watched her voluptuous frame tense and relax as she stared at the closed door. Slowly, slowly he turned his chair towards her. Moving gently so that he could only hear his pounding heart, Adam crossed the three feet to the back of her chair. Before she turned back to her desk, he firmly gripped her shoulders and started to rub and warm them.

"Don't, please," she whispered as her muscles relaxed under his insistent and gradually harder ministrations.

"Why not?"

"You don't... don't know what pressure I'm in."

"I think I do," he said, "My Aunt had a..."

Lilith cut him off with a hand on his. 

"No, not that kind of pressure; If you start, are you ready to follow through? What about Lucy?"

She sqeezed his hand, kissed it and looked up at her twisted office partner, a tear forming in her naked eye.

"We'll just have to find a Ricky to work on Lucy's house. She'll be much more receptive after the foreman teaches her the basics."

Adam stood up and took a step back, "Come here, I want to show you something."

Lillith turned away, her heart in her cunt, screaming love songs to her like it had when she was drilling her staff sargeant at Camp Pendleton years before.

She stood up slowly with her back to him, but before she could take a step, Adam slapped her hard on her tightly denimed ass.

Lillith gasped at the stinging sensation, then sighed as Adam's hand slid down and between her legs, parting her outer love lips through the rough fabric. His right hand stayed there as his left snaked up her side to pinch one quickly hardening nipple.

Adam grinned. "I slapped or pinched three girls like that when I was in the seventh grade. A friend said I would regret it for the rest of my life. He was wrong. Of course I didn't linger. Maybe that's what I'm supposed to regret."

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"Unzip your pants..."

(Insert your own scenario here...;)



Working 9 to 5



"Mr. Hart, don't you talk like that. I would never let my daddy see me in my panties."

"Of course, not Doralee, but I am like a father to you here. I am your boss and much older than you."

Doralee obediently walked over to him, but still objected to the comparison. "Well, my real father is a sight older than you, Mr. Hart. Why, with his eyes, he would even have trouble making out the fact that I was wearing only little ole panties."

As she approached, Mr. Hart opened his legs so that she could get up real close to him. She followed his lead and stood so that her cunnie was just a couple of inches from his eyes. She looked down to see the pleasure in his eyes, and the fishin' rod still jutting up his slacks.

As soon as she had put the panties on Mr. Hart could see that they did little to hide the bewitching lips of her cunt. Now, as she stood just inches from his eyes, he basked in the up close view of her sweet intimacy.

Doralee did not have much hair, down there. She liked to wear quite skimpy swim suits, particularly ones that displayed her lusciously full breasts. However, to have the complete outfit required that she also wear equally skimpy bottoms that necessitated quite a bit of waxing and trimming. As a result, Mr. Hart was treated with a very good view of her tender white mound and the feminine fissure that ran down its center. Her slit was delightfully fleshy, with quite prominent inner and outer lips vying for attention, so kissably full and, right now, perhaps even a bit moist.

Mr. Hart reached out with his finger. He traced the tip of his index finger down along the slit, feeling the furrows and folds of her vaginal flaps through the thin fabric, and then back up again. "Is this where it is, Doralee? I can't really see anything, but maybe if I try to feel where it is I can give you a better assessment."

Doralee did not protest. This did seem to be a bit inappropriate, but after all, it was she who had asked him if they were too revealing. His finger though did feel very intimate, even kind of nice. She opened up her thighs a bit. Maybe he might need a better view to really tell?

Mr. Hart continued to softly stroke and feel her cunt lips through her panties. He could now see, and feel, that she was indeed becoming aroused. Her could even hear her breathing, more in fact like sighing. He looked up at her face, but much of his view was blocked by the large white bra encased breasts that jutted out so far from her chest, now expanding and contracting with her deep breaths. He became a bit more bold and pressed his index finger against her clit. She groaned with pleasure. He circled his finger around and around her hardening clit.

"Oh, Mr. Hart," Doralee said breathlessly, "Please, stop that, I'm getting a little excited. I really shouldn't let you do anything like that."

"I'm a little excited myself, Doralee," Mr. Hart responded, sitting back in the chair to show off his very hard cock, severely pushing out his slacks. It almost seemed like the head would burst through the material, it was pressing so hard against the fabric.

"Oh my, Mr. Hart," Doralee stepped back, trying to regain control of herself, and the situation. She looked at the clock on the wall by the door. "Goodness gracious, sir, you have a board meeting in just a few minutes. You really must go." He actually had a full half four, but she needed some excuse to end this. She scampered back to her own chair to retrieve her clothes.

Mr. Hart stood up, his erection jutting out severely. "But, Doralee, I really can't go to the meeting like this, can I?"

She turned around and saw the problem. "Oh Mr. Hart, why do you keep getting yourself into these predicaments? Alright then, sir, you come on over here and I will take care of that." Doralee had, a number of times, quite a few times, willingly provided Mr. Hart a hand job when she had gotten him so excited that he had to quickly ejaculate before a client or colleague might see him in this aroused state. She sat down in her chair and dutifully waited for him to present her with his erect cock.

She really didn't mind doing this. She was, after all, his personal secretary and it was only natural that she would take care of his more personal needs. In fact, it made her feel rather special within the large, impersonal world of Consolidated Companies, Inc. She knew that Mr. Hart wasn't buying panties for the other girls in the secretarial pool, at least she assumed that he wasn't.

And, it actually made her feel rather empowered herself. There was something about seeing the hard, erect cock of such a powerful and important man, standing up so boldly, so proudly. His erect penis was a very impressive sight. And, playing with it, manipulating it, making him squirm with arousal and pleasure until he erupted in an uncontrollable orgasm, made her, in turn, feel powerful.

He would though spray his seed all over. She would expect that a man as important as Mr. Hart would shoot off a big load, but it often left quite a mess for her to clean. However, she didn't let on but there were times that she in fact let him squirt his manly juice right on her blouse or skirt. She would pretend to get all upset, but it was in fact a nice way to get him to buy her some pretty new clothes. It was perhaps wrong and inappropriate of her to use him like that, but sometimes she just couldn't help herself. She would feel a little bad taking advantage of him, but she would then make it up later by giving him an extra peek or tug.

She smiled at him as he walked up to her, like a little boy needing some good ole fashioned lovin'.

However, when he got to her he suggested something else. "Doralee, I would certainly appreciate it if it would be those delightful breasts of yours, this time, that did the trick."

"Mr. Hart!" What a thing to say. She had not yet shown him her naked breasts, let alone let him use them for his relief. She knew that they were a sight to see, and that they must be awfully tempting for him. After all, she was being mighty flirtatious with him, wearing just this lacy bra. And, he was certainly her boss. But, she did feel that perhaps only her boyfriend should be able to see her naked bosoms. "I don't know if I can do that."

"Of course, of course, Doralee. I certainly don't want to suggest anything that would be inappropriate. I fully respect you girls. How this office could function without you gals, well, I just don't know." He unzipped his fly, reached into his boxers, and pulled out his stiff, hard dick.

Doralee was very impressed with the sight. There was something especially erotic about a naked cock jutting out from a business suit. The contrast of the pure animal lust with the conservative dress was so sexy to her. She grasped it in her right hand. "Mr. Hart, you look so big today."

She almost always said that. He was no bigger than usual, but each time it just looked so big. Perhaps it was because Mr. Hart was clearly bigger than her boyfriend, or perhaps because a cock seemed bigger, more lustful, more sensual, when it was being exposed in such a manner at work. In any case, he did look quite big to her.

Mr. Hart sighed with pleasure at the feel of her soft fingers encircling his stiff cock. He knew that he wouldn't last long. Just the sight of his large chested, sweet secretary, wearing only her bra and provocative panties, would have in fact been enough, but once she started to actually stroke him, he rarely lasted long. "How about, maybe, your mouth, Doralee?" He had never suggested that before either, and perhaps he shouldn't have.

"Mr. Hart!" Doralee let go of his cock. She was honestly surprised by that suggestion, and perhaps even a little offended. "Gracious me, I won't even do that for my boyfriend."

"My goodness, Doralee," Mr. Hart continued, not deterred by her evident shock at the suggestion. He was perhaps feeling particularly randy today. "Why not? I'm sure he would be most appreciable."

Doralee blushed with embarrassment. "Well, I imagine so, but, my goodness, I'm just a country girl, and I don't do things like that, sir." She brought her right hand up to her mouth, feeling quite self-conscious to be even talking about this with her boss.

"Certainly you could, Doralee. Heck, I imagine all the girls in the pool have done that with their boyfriends, even some of them for their bosses."

Doralee's mouth opened in surprise and she put her hands on her hips, her bra encased breasts thrusting out with her indignation, about as much as his own cock jutted out with his need. "Mr. Hart, none of the girls have done that for you, have they?" She would be quite jealous and upset if that was true.

"Of course not, Doralee, I meant the other personal secretaries."

Doralee was reassured. She again clasped her hand around his stiff cock. "Well, I hope not, sir. I don't want any of the girls trying to get my job." But, she was still troubled. "You mean, though, that Lucy, like, has done that for Mr. Campbell?" Lucy was Mr. Campbell's private girl.

"Well, Doralee, you know such things are confidential, but, as I certainly trust your privacy, yes, I believe she has."

"What about Karen, Mr. Benning's personal secretary."

"Oh yes, definitely Karen." Karen was a very attractive secretary. There would be little doubt that she had done something like that, as she also dressed in quite sexy, revealing clothing, and in fact was known to change her outfits for unclear reasons throughout the course of a business day. As, in fact, Doralee had to do, at least a few times, due to Mr. Hart's spilling "things" on her. Doralee always kept a spare outfit in her locker.

Doralee was troubled by this news. She did not like hearing the fact that some of the other personal secretaries were doing more for their bosses than she was doing for Mr. Hart. It wasn't right that Mr. Hart was being treated any less than one of the other Vice Presidents. She was particularly upset to hear this about Karen, with whom she already felt jealous over her good looks. "You're not upset with me, Mr. Hart, are you? I'm just not yet ready for anythin' like that." She squeezed on his cock, hoping that he would be patient with her. "Maybe I could do it for you, sometime."

"Well, I would be happy to help you learn about it, Doralee, you know. You could practice with me and then someday really surprise your boyfriend."

Doralee again flushed with embarrassment. She had to admit, though, that this wasn't necessarily a bad idea. She had a good deal of respect for Mr. Hart, and if she did practice with him, well, they would then be doing both of them a favor.

It was a very generous offer of Mr. Hart, but she just wasn't quite ready for something like that. Well, she could at least compromise. There was one thing that none of the other secretaries could match. She let go of his cock, smiled up at him, and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.

As she pulled the large cups from off her breasts, she said, "I bet none of the other personal secretaries have titties like this, Mr. Hart."

It was Mr. Hart's turn to feel shocked. His eyes grew large and his mouth opened as he was treated to a sight he had longed to see: the full, naked, luscious balloons of Doralee.

Her tits were huge; really, really huge. Two humongous white mounds, more like hills, no mountains, jutting out from her chest. And, they were so firm. They wiggled and jiggled but barely fell when they were released from the full support of her bra. His cock ached with lust as he gazed upon them. She even had a little butterfly tattooed on the top of the left one. It was a nice feminine touch to such a full feminine pulchritude. It almost distracted his eyes away from her deep red areolas that rose in a small mound on the center top of each grand boob, with each capped by quite lovely nipples, themselves almost as erect as his own cock. She leaned back in the soft cushions of her chair, grasped each breast in a hand, pressed them together, and invited him to place his cock within the soft cushions of her breasts. "You can do me this way, Mr. Hart, if you'd like, that is."

Mr. Hart grinned broadly and leaned down over her in the chair. "Nothing would please me more, Doralee."

"Oh, Mr. Hart, I'm so glad to hear that." She even let him grasp her breasts within his own hands as he slid his hard cock in between her luscious cushiony pillows. This was something that she had done many times with her boyfriend. With breasts like this, it just seemed only natural.

Mr. Hart delighted in the feel of her those gigantic squishy, water balloons in his hands. They were surprisingly soft and pliant. He assumed that they were not real, but they still sure felt awfully good. What felt even better though was the cushiony warmth of these mammaries on his hard cock as he shoved up into the deep, deep valley of luscious, fleshy whiteness. He groaned with pleasure as he began to work his cock in and out of her full, squishy tits. 

Both the sight and the feel were fantastic. Doralee's sweet face looked on with approval and delight as she watched how much her boss enjoyed using her breasts like this. She was even glad that he was using his own hands to hold her boobs together, as she could then, out of his own sight, reach down and surreptitiously, subtly, stroke her pussy through her new sexy panties as he thrust his hard cock in and out of her boobs.

She liked how the soft, bulbous red head would poke out through her cleavage as he thrust forward, then disappear from sight as he pulled back. The head of his cock looked so hard, so masculine, so powerful as he thrust it in and out her tits.

As he pushed forward the purplish bulb would at times slip out or go so far as to get just inches from her eyes, or her lips. She felt herself getting more and more aroused as she played with her cunnie, rubbing and manipulating her clit through her panties, watching his cock plunge through her tits and flirt with her face, just centimeters away.

"Wait, wait," she gasped as his cock slipped out. She reached up with her left hand and grasped firmly on the shaft. She leaned her face forward. "Let me at least give him a little kiss." She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this, but her passion was now so high and his need so great that she was ready to do just about anything. She could feel her lust rising within her loins. She was herself just seconds away.

She pulled his cock to her lips and firmly planted a hard full kiss right on the head, even opening her lips just a bit so that they could fully encircle the soft red head. Her lips push up and out, as they pressed firmly on his dick head.

Mr. Hart was himself just seconds away. He thought he was going to cum in the prior thrust, which was in fact why it slipped out. He didn't think he could really control himself now. But, he was glad he was able to wait a bit longer, to see and feel the full red lips of Doralee planted firmly on his own red head. "Doralee," he gasped.

She quickly pulled back, but then noticed. "Oh no, Mr. Hart, I got some of my lipstick on it." She was indeed correct. There were times that she had impulsively given him a peck on the check as she masturbated him, and they had to be sure to get it off before he left the office.

Lipstick on his dick seemed to her a whole heck of a lot worse, although actually, not at all, as nobody in the office would likely see it, but, she was embarrassed about getting it on him. She doubted that Mr. Hart would want feminine lipstick on his manly cock. There was only one thing to do.

She pulled him back, stuck out her tongue, and licked and lapped away at his cock head to clean him off.

Mr. Hart was dizzy with pleasure. The feel of her sweet, little tongue flickering away all around the head of his cock, like a girl on a hot day with a rapidly melting ice cream cone, it was just too much. "Doralee, stop, stop," he warned.

And, she did, just in time. As soon as she pulled away a large wad of hot, wet, sticky cum gushed from the end and splatted right into the crook of her neck. She faithfully jerked on his cock with her hand as he continued to gush forth globs of cum. She pulled her neck back, not wanting to get any on her face or hair. They were always careful about that. But, he did release quite a messy load onto the tops of her boobs and all around her neck.

With him splatting his juices against her skin, she became herself swept away in the ecstacy of her own orgasm. She closed her eyes and let herself be lost in the feelings of lust, relief, and joy as her body twitched with the surges and swells of a primal eruption that swept across her as she felt his cum rain down upon her. 

Mr. Hart watched himself with a lustful gluttony as he covered much of the tops of her boobs with cum that quickly flowed down the steep slopes into the center of her chest and then further down toward her neck. He had a difficult time though keeping his eyes open, as he was himself awash in the waves of his own orgasm, each shot of cum accompanied by an intense surge of a delirious pleasure flooding through his body.

When he was done, she pushed him back and dutifully squeezed out the remaining juice onto the nipples of each boob. She then let go of him and fell back into the chair. Her breasts, spotted with his white cum, rose and fell sharply with her panting. She felt exhausted from her orgasm but also felt oh so good. Rarely did she herself have an orgasm along with him. She beamed, "Mr. Hart, you've now given me a pearl necklace as well as new panties."

He had indeed, as her entire neck was awash with little pools of white cum, filtering down from her boobs and neck.

"Another present you well deserve," he responded, his voice shaky with his own spent energy.

Doralee then pushed him away hard. "Now, you get that thing back where he belongs and your tail over to the board room. We can't have you being late."

He was indeed cutting it close.

As he hurriedly thrust his cock back into his boxers and slacks, Doralee sat up, causing the cum to stream down the front of her body. "Never you mind about this mess, I will get it cleaned up in a jiffy for when you get back." She was such a good secretary. He would have to buy her a nice dress to make up for the mess.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Mr. Hart did make it to his meeting on time, where in fact his presentation was quite impressive to the Executive Board. He always felt particularly relaxed, self-assured, and confident after a session with Doralee. She was indeed a tremendous asset to the company.

As he was returning to his office he passed by the copying room. The door was closed but there seemed to be quite a bit commotion emanating from inside. He opened the door.

There, in front of him, was the new girl, Miss Bernly. She was on the floor, on her knees, facing away from him, bent way over trying to pick up and sort paper that had flown out of the copying machine. There were different colored papers pretty much scattered all over the floor, with the machine still burping out pages.

It was a chaotic sight, but still a very enticing one, as Miss Bernly had one of the cutest bottoms he had ever seen within the secretarial pool. It was a bottom that was attractively encased, no wrapped, in her tight blue business skirt. It was not a skirt you should wear while on your knees, bottom up. Well, that would actually depend on what effect you wanted to achieve. Mr. Hart knew what effect she was having on him, as her firm, tight orb was poking high up in the air.

"What the heck is going on here?" he asked.

"Oh!" Miss Bernly looked back behind her raised bottom at the sight of the company Vice President, Mr. Hart, standing authoritatively over her. This was not the first impression she had wanted to make on her new boss. She wondered what he must be thinking.




Working 9 to 5



Mr. Hart was in fact thinking that she was making a very good first impression, looking back with a distraught, frightened expression, pleading for understanding and sympathy through her large round glasses, her taught bottom still poking up high in the air behind her. She might not be a particularly competent secretary, but she clearly had awfully cute, perky buttocks.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Hart, it's going too fast!" 

He walked over to the machine and turned it off. The last of the papers drifted to the floor. Apparently, she didn't know how to turn it off. "Too fast? Well, why didn't you just shut it off right here?"

She got up off the floor as quickly as she could, which was a bit difficult as her skirt was so tight along her buttocks and thighs. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hart, I thought I could keep up."

"We're you checked out on this machine?"

Miss Bernly was so nervous. Was she about to lose her job on the first day? Even if she didn't, she clearly had made a very, very poor impression. She deferentially looked down, her body language conveying a submissive contriteness. "I was. Yes. I know what to do now." She tried to reassure him, but her flustered confusion was not convincing.

"Well, I'm not so sure. I tell you what, clean this mess up and then see me in my office."

"Yes, yes sir, immediately, sir."

Mr. Hart left the room as Miss Bernly apprehensively clasped her hands in front of her, wondering what she could do to make up for this.

She did quickly clean up the mess, although she wasn't quite sure what to do with all of the copies that were now out of any sensible or meaningful order. Mixed in with the budget report were even pages from other memos that had spilled out of the waste basket that she had knocked over while trying to grab the flying pages shooting out of the machine (when she had earlier tried to turn it off, she had mistakenly hit the high speed button). She glanced at the papers and saw that they had no pagination. She didn't know what to do. So, she piled them all up into one disheveled heap and took off for Mr. Hart's office.

When she arrived, the door was closed and his receptionist, Doralee, was not to be seen. She felt that she again had another tough decision. She timidly knocked on his door.

"Yes?" his impatient voice could be heard inside.

"Oh my," she quietly murmured and timorously opened the door. She peeked around and said, "It's me, Mr. Hart, Miss Bernly? You wanted to see me right away?"

Mr. Hart was impressed at how pretty she was. She had wavy reddish brown hair, large fluttering eyelashes, a perky nose, and sweet pink lips. She reminded him of this really attractive movie star he once saw. He thought the movie was Barefoot in the Park, or perhaps Hurry Sundown? He wasn't sure. The resemblance was uncanny, although Miss Bernly looked so much more "schoolmarmish" than Jane Fonda with her quite large round glasses and prim, conservative suit.

He waved her in. "Yes, c'min,"

She timidly entered his office and turned to shut the door. Mr. Hart's eyes went again to her taught, round bottom that was so nicely displayed by her tight fitting skirt. 'Man, she is firm,' he thought. She quietly, carefully, shut the door.

"Be sure to lock it," he instructed her.

She looked back at him, confused by this instruction Why should the door be locked? 

Mr. Hart frowned. Not surprisingly, Ms. Newstead had not explained this common courtesy of Consolidated Companies. He quickly provided an explanation.

"I believe we do need to talk, Miss Bernly, and it's best we're not disturbed."

That certainly did not sound good, but she had been expecting the worst. She had been hoping so much that she would be able to get this job, but she knew that it should not be surprising if it was not going to work out. It had been years since she was last gainfully employed, having been a housewife for the years of her marriage. She got married right out of high school and had never developed skills or training that would propel her toward any particular career. She was even marginal as a secretary, exaggerating her typing, word processing, and stenography skills in her application. However, she had at least hoped that she would last more than one day!

Perhaps if she was sufficiently apologetic she might be given another chance? She stood in front of his desk, grasping the loose and disheveled stack of colored paper against her blouse. They looked on the verge of again spilling to the floor. "I am really sorry, Mr. Hart. I wasn't familiar with that particular model of copier. I swear it won't happen again."

Mr. Hart leaned back in his cushioned desk chair, his fingers playing with a rather ostentatious pen. "I imagine it won't, Miss Bernly. Frankly, I suspect that we will need to take someone else away from their duties to provide you with sufficient training before you can be returned to the copier."

"Oh no, no, Mr. Hart, that won't be necessary. I can pick it up myself."

Mr. Hart shifted forward in his chair and opened a folder. It was her personnel file, which at this point consisted only of her application. "It says here, Miss Bernly, that you indicated you were entirely familiar with the P300 copying system."

Miss Bernly was caught in her lie. Her heart pounded. This was not going well, but there would be nothing to gain from admitting to inadequate skills. "I am sir, it's, um, it's just been quite a bit of time since I last used one, and I wasn't familiar with all of its new features."

Mr. Hart pushed his chair away from the desk, stood up, and moved around to stand by the side of his desk. Miss Bernly followed his movements with her eyes, swallowing in apprehension over where this might lead. The sweet scent of her fragrant perfume tickled his nose. She seemed to be a bewitching, enticing experience to all of the senses. "I am sorry, Miss Bernly, but I am uncertain that this is the right employment for you, at least at this point of time in your life."

This was what she had feared. She looked imploringly at Mr. Hart. "Oh no, sir, really, I can do it. I know I can. Please, give me another chance, sir."

"No, no, I'm afraid Miss Bernly that this just wouldn't be fair to the other girls. I can't allow you to continue to maintain an employment at a standard below that which is expected of the other gals."

Miss Bernly could feel her heart racing with anxiety.

Mr. Hart placed a hand to his chin and strolled to the center of the room, deep in thought. As he turned back, Miss Bernly was looking plaintively at him over her shoulder. He liked a woman who wore heels. It was so nice how they helped to perk up the shape of the fanny. A sliver of a chance was provided to her. "I would be willing to provide you with another opportunity, provided."

Miss Bernly could feel a wave of relief sweep over her. Her shoulders visibly relaxed with this stroke of good luck. She had thought for sure that it would be over for her. She had applied to so many places; never with any success. She didn't know what she would do if she lost this job, and on the first day at that. "Provided?" she asked. She knew she would do anything he asked.

"Well, Miss Bernly, we do have a remedial plan at Consolidated Companies Incorporated to help compensate for various employee shortcomings. We do not want to just dismiss someone who is lacking in the requisite skills yet displays a motivation to better, to improve, herself. It is a motivational program that we have found to be very effective in further encouraging the advancement of our younger staff, as well as compensating those who are more able to carry their weight without any need of special consideration."

Miss Bernly was a bit confused as to what he was talking about, but she was certainly willing to enroll in any remedial program he might suggest. Anything was better than actually losing her job. "Oh sir, yes, I will be most happy to participate. In fact, I am grateful for the opportunity. How do I enroll?"

"Oh, we can begin right here, right now, if you wish."

Miss Bernly was surprised that Mr. Hart would be personally involved in helping staff with remedial training. After all, as Vice President, he must have so many more responsibilities and demands on his time. She felt so fortunate to be assigned to his section. Working closely with Mr. Hart could in fact be an excellent opportunity for her. She had known that the employee benefit package at Consolidated was impressive, but she had no idea that management would be so considerate and supportive. "Oh, Mr. Hart, yes, let's do," she exclaimed, with considerable enthusiasm.

"Alright then, well, why don't you place those papers on my desk."

"Certainly sir." Miss Bernly though hesitated, not sure precisely where. She carefully laid them down on his otherwise clean, empty blotter. She leaned over the desk further to try to arrange them into a more neat and tidy stack. Her business skirt stretched tightly across her charming bottom, as well as rising up her calves.

"In fact, Miss Bernly, I believe that you are in the correct position for your first lesson." He moved up to stand behind her to the left, her delicious perfume drifting sweetly into his nostrils.

Miss Bernly furrowed her brow. "I am, sir?" she asked quizzically.

"Certainly, yes, Miss Bernly. Company policy, as specified in the training manual, I'm sure you are familiar with the requisite document, requires that the staff, and that does certainly mean all of the staff, accept being disciplined for errors committed."

"Disciplined, sir?"

"Certainly, Miss Bernly. Many of the more successful secretaries have been disciplined. I have my own particular method for doing so, but it is one that I believe can be especially effective. It has proven to be an outstanding motivator, as well as a means for sharpening attention and boosting morale."

Miss Bernly stayed in her beguiling position, as instructed, her elbows resting on the desk, her bottom poking out behind her. She looked back at Mr. Hart, a doubtful, apprehensive expression on her face. "Sir, are you thinking, are you, um, you're not." She had a difficult time articulating her thought, in part because she really couldn't believe she was understanding this correctly, but she knew darn well what was implied by her submissive posture. "Does this discipline involve, like, some sort of," she blushed and said quietly, "spanking?"

"Yes, of course, Miss Bernly, that is precisely what it involves. Do you have any difficulty with that?"

She turned her head back towards Mr. Hart, although maintaining her receptive pose bent over his desk. She did not want to reject the opportunity that was being provided to her, but she had a hard time believing that this was company policy. Although, it was certainly true that she had been out of the corporate world for quite some time. In fact, she had never even been in it. "Is this really necessary sir? I mean, I haven't been spanked since I was a little girl."

"You're husband never spanked you?" Her large eyes widened even further in surprise at such a question. She had such pretty eyes. "Goodness gracious, sir, certainly not!"

Mr. Hart wondered if that had been perhaps part of the problem for her marriage. However, he did not want to overstep his authority and comment on her personal life. The professional boundaries of the office should be maintained. "Well, your relationship with your ex-husband is certainly your own private business, Miss Bernly, but many of us at Consolidated have recognized the tremendous benefits of corporeal pedagogy for employee training."

Miss Bernly turned her head away from Mr. Hart. She stared out the large window behind his desk as she contemplated her situation.

Mr. Hart could see her ambivalence, along with the sweet curves of her fanny. Her apprehension was understandable. "I appreciate your concerns, Miss Bernly. Not all of the secretaries have the discipline or motivation needed to advance through this program."

Miss Bernly, though, was not about to let an opportunity slip through her fingers. She said quietly, but as firmly as she could. "I will do it, Mr. Hart."

"And, what would you like me to do?" He wanted to be sure that she was making this decision willingly and voluntarily.

She did her best to sound firm and committed, but her doubts were evident in the shakiness of her voice. "I want you to spank me, sir."

"Good, Miss Bernly. You will see that you have made an excellent career decision."

"The other secretaries won't have to know about this, will they?" It did seem awfully demeaning, even humiliating, to be spanked at work.

"Absolutely not, Miss Bernly. I will certainly respect your privacy in this manner. I do understand that some can find this experience to be a little disconcerting."

"Sir, if I may, it's humiliating! For goodness sake, I'm a grown woman."

"Well, then I'm sure you can appreciate the importance of adequate discipline." Mr. Hart moved over so that he was standing right behind her behind. He paused to admire the taut curves of her rump that were so seductively presented through her tight, violet business skirt. She was so delectably round. He bent his knees to grip the hem of her skirt. He said matter-of-factly, "Let's raise this skirt now and get to work."

Miss Bernly's head rose up from the desk, her face awash with shock. "My skirt?! Must my skirt be raised?!"

Mr. Hart paused in his work. "Why yes, of course, Miss Bernly." He sounded surprised that she was apparently surprised. "It's only natural for the skirt to be raised for a spanking."

"Oh but sir." She had to at least voice some concern about this. "You will see my, um, my uh, undies." She did not understand why he did not seem to understand why this would trouble her.

"Miss Bernly, are you concerned about the appearance of your panties?" Before she could answer he spoke further. "I can't believe that your mother did not impress upon you the importance of always wearing a nice pair of clean, attractive panties. You can never tell when you might have to show them to someone."

Her mother had indeed said, more than one time, that you will never know when an unfortunate accident may result in the exposure of your underwear. Her loss of control of the copying machine was not the accident her mother had in mind, but the end result was clearly the same. "Yes sir," she whispered.

She did though feel some relief, in an odd sort of way, that she had decided to wear one of her better panties. Because it was her first day on the job, she had worn one of her better panties, a lacy, violet (naturally) boy short panties that stretched delectably across her curved cheeks. She had always found that wearing her best, even if they would not be seen, made her feel her best, and she did want to feel her best on the first day of her job.

"Oh my," was all Miss Bernly could say as she felt his hands again grasp her skirt and slip. She covered her face as her skirt and slip slowly, slowly, rose up, past her thighs, and up, up, over, her captivating bottom.

Once he had the skirt and slip secured above her rump, Mr. Hart paused to admire the pretty picture she provided. "Miss Bernly, I must say that I approve of your choice of undergarment." Although still a bit tired from his earlier work with Doralee, his cock swelled at the sight. Miss Bernly did have quite attractively curved legs, accentuated by thigh high nylons. However, Mr. Hart's admiration was directed largely at Miss Bernly's firm apple cheeks. He thought it would be a real shame; no actually, a sweet pleasure, to give them a little spanking.

Miss Bernly was flustered by his compliment. It was always flattering to receive a compliment of your supervisor, and it was certainly very relieving to finally hear Mr. Hart say something nice about her, but she hadn't really been expecting it to be with respect to her panties. "Uh, well, thank you sir."

"Yes, I think your mother would be very proud of you."

Miss Bernly wondered what her mother would in fact think if she saw her now.

Mr. Hart's eyes gazed at the soft lace pouch of lace-covered flesh poking out from between her thighs. He squeezed his budding erection through his slacks. "I think it would be best if you moved your legs up closer to the desk, and raised your bottom up a bit higher. It's rather low for a proper spanking."

"Yes sir," Miss Bernly reluctantly complied. It was difficult for her not to feel that raising her bottom up had a sexual connotation, but she did appreciate that she should not make her punishment uncomfortable for Mr. Hart. She moved up closer to the desk, straightened her legs, arched her back, and raised up her bottom.

Mr. Hart's cock grew quite hard. It was so nice when a secretary displayed herself this way. It was such a submissively enticing presentation. He moved over to her left. "You might want to grip the edge of the desk, Miss Bernly."

"Oh yes, thank you sir." Miss Bernly appreciated the warning.

But, it didn't help. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three hard smacks rang down in quick succession. "Yikes!" Miss Bernly squealed. She couldn't help but squirm, twist, and gyrate her little bottom. It was just three smacks but they really stung. "Mr. Hart, must you paddle me so hard?"

It was a little hard. Mr. Hart even had to shake his own hand. He had smacked her a bit harder than he would normally have done, perhaps the enthusiasm at seeing such an attractively curved and clad bottom had been too arousing. "Miss Bernly," he scolded, "If you make so much noise I am afraid that the entire secretarial pool will hear you."

"Oh my!" She hadn't thought about that. "I'm so sorry, sir. But, goodness, my bottom stings so bad." She wanted to reach back and rub it, but she worried this might be a bit provocative.

"Well, if you like, Miss Bernly, I can soften the severity of the spanking."

Miss Bernly turned her head back to face Mr. Hart. "Oh Mr. Hart, I would be so grateful! Yes, could you do so?" She looked so endearing with her large, round glasses and pretty green-blue eyes. She even gave him a grateful smile.

But, the smile quickly disappeared when Mr. Hart explained, "But, if I am to do that, well, we will have to lower the panties."

"Mr. Hart!" Her eyes and mouth opened up wide. "I couldn't imagine doing that, sir. I mean, won't you be able to see, um, like, everything?"

Mr. Hart tried to reassure her. "Miss Bernly, in my role as Vice President, head of the distribution in the midwest and southeast, I have managed quite a few girls through the secretarial pool. Yours will not be the first derriere I have seen." Miss Bernly blushed as he openly spoke of seeing her naked tush. "Let me reassure you, I don't take any personal or licentiousness pleasure in this. It is simply a responsibility I must bear."

Miss Bernly felt guilty at questioning his professionalism. She hoped that she was not undermining her effort to complete her remedial training. "Oh sir, yes, of course, I didn't mean to imply anything like that. If you want to take down my panties, then please do so, sir." However, she had to look away as he did so.

It was fortunate for Mr. Hart that she did look away, as he could not help smiling at just the thought of pulling down her panties. He got into position directly behind her and looped his fingers into the waistband of her tight, lacy panties. He heard Miss Bernly softly squeak at the touch of his fingers inside the elastic, against her soft skin.

He firmly grasped the waistband and slowly pulled down her skin tight panties, revealing inch by inch the smooth white curves of her winsome bottom, split down the center by her delicate, enticing crack. Miss Bernly had one of the finest butts Mr. Hart had ever seen. There was virtually no signs of cellulite, and with her legs pressed so tightly together, the shape was a lovely rounded white heart.




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Miss Bernly had her thighs tightly clasped in an effort to protect her modesty, but it was not a particularly successful effort. As the deep crack of her sweet derriere ended, it was picked up again by the even more delicate crack of her delicious womanhood: a lovely mound of soft white flesh, bulging out between her thighs, cut by a feminine slit of enticing delight. Mr. Hart rolled the panties up just below her cunt, providing a nice foundation for the luscious display. A woman's bottom looked all the more desirable when it was framed by her dropped panties.

"I must say, Miss Hart, that you clearly take very good care of your body. You must exercise a great deal."

"Well, I do try to take care of myself."

"I am very impressed." He ran his fingers along the soft, smooth slope of her buttocks. "A woman who takes such good care of her bottom will surely be a reliable, conscientious employee."

"Well, thank you sir. I really do intend to work hard."

"If you work half as hard at work as you work on your figure, I'm sure things will work out very well."

That was a bit hard for Miss Bernly to follow, but it was really good to hear that Mr. Hart's faith in her as a reliable, conscientious employee was improving. "Thank you, Mr. Hart, I really do want to be a good secretary."

"I mean it, Miss Bernly. You have an excellent figure. Your thin waist is very impressive. What in fact are your measurements?"

Miss Bernly was quite uncomfortable about telling Mr. Hart her measurements. She was certainly not asked such a question on her application form, and would have been very surprised to see such a personal question. But, privacy with respect to such information did seem a bit moot at this point, given that she was bent over with her naked bottom poking up in the air. "Um, 32B_24_32, sir."

"Well, that's a lovely figure, Miss Bernly."

"Uh, thank you again, sir."

"Don't thank me, Miss Bernly, thank your dedication and hard work." He drew his finger down the crack of her bottom. Miss Bernly's bottom squirmed a bit at the touch. "Your boobies are a bit small, though, aren't they, Judy."

This was the first time he called her Judy. That was a bit personal. She had been told that all employees, particularly when communicating with persons above or below lines of authority, should speak more formally. She certainly wouldn't use Mr. Hart's first name when she spoke to him. In fact, she just realized that she wasn't really certain what his first name was. "Um, yes sir, they aren't large, but they're, um, well." Mr. Hart finished the sentence for her.

"They're quite firm and perky, aren't they."

Miss Bernly blushed. She responded quite quietly, "Yes sir."

"Well, of course, we really shouldn't discuss that any further." He patted her on the bottom in a fatherly gesture of reassurance, enjoying the feel of her soft, pliant skin and the jiggling of her cheeks. "The prettiness of your titties is really not any of my business. I do apologize if I offended you in any way."

Miss Bernly was relieved that he wasn't going to pursue that line of conversation any further. It had crossed her mind that he might even ask to see them. She looked back to express her appreciation. "Thank you sir, no, it was okay."

Mr. Hart rested his hand along her firm, soft, white buttocks. His single hand covered most of both of her cheeks. They felt so nice to his touch: so sweet, so soft, so curved. "I'm not so sure that you aren't just being diplomatic with your boss, Miss Bernly, but I do appreciate it. Now, let's say we continue with the discipline?"

Miss Bernly looked a bit crestfallen, but acquiesced. "Yes sir, whatever you say, sir." She turned away to face the window and once again gripped hard on the edge of the desk.

True to his word, though, the rest of the paddling was really more like an affectionate patting than a disciplinary walloping. Miss Bernly's bottom slowly took on a pinkish hue, but the spanking was hardly a stinging experience. It was frankly just a playful spanking, interrupted with an occasional smack, just to keep her honest, but it seemed like Mr. Hart was using the time to fondle, explore, and play with her soft white moon rather than to inflict any actual pain. At times Mr. Bernly paused in his patting to explore whether her bottom was getting unduly stung and to sooth whatever stinging she might be experiencing. It wasn't at all necessary though. Her bottom was at best developing just a warm pinkish glow than a stinging red radiance.

Miss Bernly was relieved that it didn't really hurt. She was glad that she chose to have him do it with her panties down. She felt a little uncomfortable with how his hand seemed to linger, explore, and even caress her bottom. But, she also had to admit that it was soothing and comforting to have him rub away the occasional sting.

"You have such a pretty little derriere, Miss Bernly," he would say, as his hand softly graced across the smooth, reddening curves. "I certainly wouldn't want to unduly harm such delicate skin."

"Thank you, sir," she responded softly. Her eyes were now half closed with the feel of his large hand caressing across her fanny.

"It's really true that your husband never spanked you?"

Miss Bernly's eyes opened up again with this question, which seemed quite unusual to her. Why would a husband spank his wife? Why would a wife submit to such a thing? "Um, no sir?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for punishment. Of course, a husband would not, should not, punish his wife in such a manner. I just meant in a playful sort of way."

That seemed even more odd to her than the first suggestion. "Gosh, no sir, we never did anything like that."

"Really? Well, I am surprised. I would imagine any man would enjoy spanking a pretty little fanny like this." He grasped both cheeks in his hand and pulled up her bottom, giving them an even higher lift and prominent display. The cheeks opened up, revealing her little brown star. She had the cutest little rosebud. He wished there was some valid reason to explore her anally. Her cunt was also now quite openly displayed, which was perhaps a more appropriate consideration.

"Um, yes sir."

"How long were the two of you married?" he asked, his hand now openly caressing her soft pink moon.

"Twelve years, sir." "Goodness, that is a long time. The divorce must have been quite difficult for you."

"Yes sir, at first."

"Any children?"

"No sir." She jumped a bit as his finger again traced down the center of her crack. He didn't push it in, thank goodness for that, but no man had felt her there since she was divorced. In fact, not a few years even before the divorce.

"When was the last time the two of you had any sex?"

Miss Bernly could feel her heart once again racing. She wasn't sure if it was from the nature of their conversation or the nature of his hand exploring her naked fanny. "Mr. Hart, I don't think I can talk to you about that."

"Really Miss Bernly? I'm so sorry. I always tell my girls that if there is anything on their minds, anything they need to talk about, no matter how personal, they should feel free to come see me. That's why I have my office right on the seventh floor with the secretarial pool. I could be up three floors higher, but I want to be close to my girls, emotionally and physically." To emphasize his point, he squeezed the flesh of her soft bottom. "The door to my office is always open."

Miss Bernly turned to her right to look back. She knew that the door was closed. She had locked it herself, but with his remark she had felt a strong need to double check. "Uh, that's awfully good of you, sir." Mr. Hart was now caressing, tickling, her bottom with just the tips of his fingers, occasionally using his fingernails to lightly scratch her firm cheeks, leaving little red lines across the pink surface. Miss Bernly closed her eyes, her breathing increasing. She could not deny the fact that she was feeling a bit excited. She hoped he would not notice. That would be terribly embarrassing and inappropriate.

Mr. Hart, though, did notice. "Has it been a long time for you, Miss Bernly?"

Well, he was her boss. If she couldn't confide in him, who could she speak to? "Yes sir, quite a bit of time. I mean, we stopped doing it years before the divorce."

"And no man since then?"

Miss Bernly again covered her face with her hands. "No sir." It was rather embarrassing to admit this.

"You must though be taking care of yourself."

She peeked through her fingers, at nothing in particular, but it was just her way. "Sir?"

As he was speaking Mr. Hart's finger was tracing along the crevice of her bottom. As she said "sir," he continued past the larger valley to the more diminutive crevice of her cunnie.

"Oh!" Miss Bernly chirped.

Mr. Hart spoke softly, trying not to frighten her. "You're really quite moist right now, aren't you, Miss Bernly."

Miss Bernly looked back at him, a confused, scared look on her face. "No sir, no, I don't think so sir."

Mr. Hart gave her a knowing, fatherly smile, like he was catching her in a rather childish attempt to deny the obvious. "Oh yes, Miss Bernly, I believe you are."

Miss Bernly shamefully looked down. She knew he was right. She could feel the moisture herself. "I'm sorry, sir."

Mr. Hart continued to slide his finger up and down her damp slit. He could feel that her soft vaginal lips were quite full and thick. They would provide quite a pleasurable cushion for a hard stiff cock. He used his left hand to squeeze the head of his own.

"Miss Bernly, no need to apologize. Your reaction is really quite normal for a woman deprived so long of the attention she deserves."

"Oh Mr. Hart," Miss Bernly gasped, "Really, I think you should stop touching me there."

"But aren't you enjoying it, Miss Bernly? Perhaps just a little bit?"

Miss Bernly wanted to be honest. You should be honest with your boss, and she certainly didn't want to insult him, particularly if it was a lie. "Well, yes sir, yes, your finger does feel nice," but the admission was so distressing. "Oh my," she said, squeezing her eyes shut, as if that would erase what she had just said.

"Now Miss Bernly, don't feel embarrassed. I like to think that if there is one word that describes my philosophy of business, it's teamwork. Everybody working together."

"Oh, sir, yes sir." She wanted to pay attention to what he was saying. It sounded like it might be important, his philosophy of business, but the feel of his fingers, now plying, squeezing, fondling, even pinching the lips of her cunnie was so distracting.

"I don't share the views of some of my colleagues. Ladies need not have played football, basketball, or even baseball, to learn what teamwork is all about. I just know that if you keep the crew happy, the ship sails smoothly, and then you can't go off course."

"Yes sir," Miss Bernly groaned, with passion, not with displeasure.

"Now let's get the team on the field, Miss Bernly," Mr. Hart said, as he unzipped his slacks and extracted his hard, stiff, erect cock. It was indeed fully, happily engorged.

"Raise up those sweet apple cheeks of yours, Miss Bernly, even just a bit higher so I can center myself up and hand this ball off."

"Yes sir," Miss Bernly again replied. She knew what he was going to do. She had heard the sound of the zipper, but whatever reluctance, ambivalence, she had once felt was thoroughly swamped by an intense sexual arousal, a desire, no need, to feel once again a man's hard penis up inside her, and, besides, doing something like this would have to be very good for her employment, for her career. There really did not appear, at this moment, to be any downside. She arched her back further and even got up on her tippy toes, providing Mr. Hart with ample room to slide his cock up into her receptive, warm, actually quite hot, wet cunt.

Mr. Hart got in tight between her legs. The smell of her wet, hot, aroused sex now rose up to his nostrils, washing out the scent of her perfume. He first placed the head of his cock against the soft, full lips of her cunt. He had intended to shove right in, but the feel of those loose lips lapping against the smooth head of his dick was too enjoyable not to savor. He delayed entering her to slide his cock up and down and in between the cushiony folds and pendant flaps of her womanly vagina. Miss Bernly whimpered with pleasure.

Mr. Hart then pushed in a bit, just to get the cock precisely placed. He gripped Miss Bernly's tight buttocks with his hands, to hold them in place, and shoved with his hips to push his cock up inside.

Miss Bernly grunted and gasped, but Mr. Hart could not get in far. She was really quite tight. "My goodness, Miss Hart, it has been quite awhile, hasn't it."

"Yes sir," she whispered. "Please be patient, sir. Don't push too hard."

Mr. Hart made very slow and brief strokes, moving in less than inch, pulling back, and then just a bit more, and pulling back; each time getting in a bit farther but never forcing it. With each effort his cock slowly went in deeper, deeper, and deeper, gradually becoming absorbed by her tight, hot, wetness.

Miss Bernly once again covered her face with her hands. "Oh my, oh my goodness, " she moaned, as she felt the hard, stiff cock of Mr. Hart slowly work its way up into her cunt.

Mr. Hart felt a release of resistance and his cock slid in deep, almost all the way up to the hilt. She felt so good. Her soft, hot, wet cunt now fully engulfing every inch of his cock . It was like every nerve at every point along the head and shaft were being clutched and grasped all at the same time, fully wrapped and tightly enclosed by the soft wetness of the insides of her cunt.

"Mr. Hart," Miss Bernly gasped. 

Mr. Hart provided smooth, steady strokes of his cock, drawing it slowly in and out of her cunt, never fully leaving, but always pushing up deep, deeper, inside.

A part of Miss Bernly still felt a little embarrassed. It didn't help that they were doing it this way, bent over his desk, her butt submissively upraised. She would surely feel terrible if anyone from the secretarial pool would see her now. But, still, he felt so good up there. It had been so very long since a man had thrust himself like this up inside her. Even this was embarrassing to admit, to admit to Mr. Hart; but, it was true, she liked it. She liked it very, very much.

"You're so big, you feel so big in me." She was not just saying that because he was her boss. "Oh, Mr. Hart," she whimpered, "You really are so much bigger than Jimmy." Jimmy had been her husband, and Miss Hart was quite surprised at how much bigger Mr. Hart felt inside her. She had an impulse to push him away so that she could see how big he really was. Frankly, she had assumed that her husband would be bigger than Mr. Hart. After all, he was a tough, big, working class guy, and Mr. Hart was more like the non-athletic white collar managerial sort. Maybe it was just because it had been so long, or maybe because she would imagine her boss to be big. He was certainly big in the company; my goodness, he was Vice President, or at least one of them. Whatever the reason, he did really fill quite large. She felt like she was being stuffed. She gripped hard on the edge of the desk to receive his thrusts. She began to push back with her own hips, pressing her butt down on his cock as he pushed his cock up inside.

Mr. Hart let go of her butt, bent over her body, and reached underneath to press the fingers of his right hand against the lips of her cunt and her hard, stiff clit.

"Mr. Hart, that's so good, that feels so nice." She moaned with each breath as Mr. Hart drove into her cunt with his cock and massaged, kneaded, her clit with his fingers.

He began to truly fuck Miss Bernly, pounding into her cunt, her own body jerking and twitching with his thrusts as she tried to maintain her position, to keep her bottom up, her cunt available, for his bestial fucking. The stack of colored paper began to spill and spread out over the desk, disrupted by both of their now frantic, grinding gyrations.

"Fuck me, Mr. Hart, please, do it, fuck me," she whispered, as she felt the waves of her orgasm begin to overwhelm her, sweep her away in a blissful feeling of relief and passion. She had never said anything like that before, and certainly not with her husband, but now she felt so wanton, so bestial, being taken like this over her boss's desk, her butt raised up like a compliant, submissive doe, a member of the secretarial pool being serviced by Mr. Hart, their alpha male. She continued to whisper, "Fuck me, fuck me, sir," as her body twitched and spasmed in a paroxysm of pleasure, her orgasm sweeping her away.

Mr. Hart hadn't expected such language from the demure Miss Hart, and it put him over the edge. "I'm going to cum, Miss Bernly."

Miss Bernly awoke from her reverie and gasped loudly in fright, "Not inside!"

She need not have worried. As Mr. Hart felt his own climax on the verge of exploding he quickly pulled out, grasped his cock in his hand, braced himself on the desk with his other hand, and released his load onto the prim little bottom of Miss Hart, squirting wads of white sticky gobs of cum onto those sweet, firm rose cheeks. It made a very pretty sight: splashes and lines of white gism lying across the pink, smooth curves.

Miss Bernly didn't even mind. She had never let her husband cum on her, despite his repeated requests. It had always seemed like such a filthy thing to do, like he was soiling or relieving himself on her. But, in her rapturous state of mind the wet cum was a welcome dousing, in fact even a soothing balm on her warm, paddled rump. And, besides, she felt it was only right that she receive the cum of her alpha male in the manner he preferred.

When he was done, Mr. Hart squeezed out the remaining drops into the cleft of her crack, and then worked the gobs, splashes, and streaks into her skin, leaving her with a smooth, shining, glistening pink moon. "Maybe this will help your little rosy bottom feel better," he suggested.

Miss Hart turned her face to him. She smiled back at him. "Thank you, Mr. Hart. That's very considerate of you."

He affectionately patted her wet bottom, "Anything for my girls, Miss Bernly," he said, somewhat breathlessly now himself. He then pulled her panties back up over her fanny.

Miss Hart smiled as he struggled a bit, pulling and tugging on them to get them into their proper place. This was at least one thing her boss had difficulty doing. She considered helping him, but it looked like he was enjoying the struggle and, besides, he was kind of cute doing it.

When he was finished he stepped back to get his cock into his slacks. "Well, Miss Hart. I hope this was a lesson for you, and that we will not have any further difficulty with the copying machine."

Miss Bernly now had a very good understanding of the correct strategy to improve her position within the company. She had indeed learned her lesson very well. She stood back up, pulled her slip and skirt back down, wiggling her bottom as she worked to smooth out the material and straighten the hem. "Oh yes sir, I think this was really very helpful."

"Excellent, Miss Bernly, I think that you will in fact become a very fine member of the secretarial pool."

Mr. Bernly smiled at him and said, "Oh, I do hope so sir. I am really very happy to be working here."

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The next day Mr. Hart had a special assignment in mind for Doralee. He wasn't entirely sure he should do this, but as she repeatedly visited him throughout the day, wearing a tight skirt that so nicely complimented her narrow waist and, even more striking, a tight pink, fleece sweater that just screamed for someone to grasp those humongous breasts that just kept bobbling and jumping as she walked in and out of his office; well, he decided to go through with it.




Working 9 to 5



Doralee didn't really mind that Mr. Hart would occasionally grab a quick feel or squeeze. She in fact found it rather flattering. He was just being playful. It was his way of letting her know how much she was appreciated, and how fondly he felt for her. She knew though that many of the other secretaries were jealous of her special role as Mr. Hart's personal secretary and receptionist. She heard the rumors that she had gotten the job simply because her breasts were so large. She didn't think that was true. She knew that she was otherwise very skilled and deserving of the job and, besides, even it was true, so what? If a personal attribute can help you succeed, why not use it? What persons don't try to look good, to present an attractive physical appearance, when they interview for a job, when they want to make a good impression.

But, his groping and squeezing were at times disruptive to her work and she did worry that one of the other girls might see him do something. She had at one point playfully told him that she might just have to handcuff him to some furniture to keep his hands to himself.

Well, Mr. Hart had indeed purchased a pair of handcuffs from a novelty shop and he intended to use them to play a little game. He behaved particularly scampish when she was in his office, continually sneaking little feels, pinches, and squeezes. Doralee kept pushing him back, scolding him, but always with a smile and maybe even a giggle. He kept it up though until she finally made her threat of handcuffing him.

Mr. Hart responded, "Well, perhaps that would be the only way. I don't see how else I can really resist your balloons."

"Oh Mr. Hart," she replied.

"Hey, Doralee, you better run that contract over to Mr. Harrington. It does need to be delivered today." "Golly, Mr. Hart, you're right about that. I plum almost forgot." She had forgotten or, at least, Mr. Hart had kept her so busy, coming in and out of his office for no good reason all morning long, that she had not yet had time to do it.

As soon as the door closed Mr. Hart pulled down his slacks and shorts. However, he did have a second thought, a moment of doubt, but not with regard to the intention, just the details of the plan. Having thought it through, he decided to remove his pants and shorts entirely. His slacks would likely get wrinkled if he kept them bundled at his feet.

His dick was already half erect. Just thinking about what was about to happen was making him hard. However, he wanted to be fully stiff when Doralee reentered the office. He knew he would provide quite a sight: lying on the floor, his back against the couch, an impressive erection standing up stiff between his legs, his hands cuffed to the frame of the couch. He played with himself a bit in order to get fully erect, but he knew he couldn't wait long or else Doralee would already be on her way to Mr. Harrington's office.

Doralee, however, was not to return, at least not for awhile. When she got to her desk she was met by Ms. Violet Newstead. Violet did not consider herself to be one of Mr. Hart's "girls." On the contrary, she harbored considerable resentment towards Mr. Hart, much of it quite justified.

Ms. Newstead had been at Consolidated Companies, Inc., for as long as Mr. Hart. In fact, longer. She could remember when he first came to Consolidated as a graduate of Abberville College. His letters of recommendation were outstanding, particularly from Mr. Peters, one of the more well regarded professors of Abberville. He began as a Management Trainee. Ms. Newstead was the one who in fact trained him.

Ever since then she had been assuming, or at least hoping, that he would return the favor by helping her as well move up the company ladder to her own management position. Instead, Mr. Hart continually favored others in her stead, particularly young men with college business degrees. She understood that the college degree did provide some unique advantages. Nevertheless, she probably knew the company, and how to improve the company, better than most anyone on their floor, even Mr. Hart. There were more than a few times in which she shared with Mr. Hart an idea that led to significant improvements in productivity, ideas that she would hope would result in her advancement. Instead, he just seemed to keep her under his thumb, using her as his private brain trust to promote his own career. In sum, she was not a particularly strong fan of Mr. Hart, particularly with respect to how he treated, "his girls."

Violet was in fact coming to see Mr. Hart about the Harrington contract. She had been informed that it had not yet been delivered. She reminded Doralee of its importance. "Oh yes, Violet, I'm on my way right now."

Violet didn't like it when Doralee left the floor. "When you're away that only means one thing," that Mr. Hart would ask Violet to run errands for him. The intercom buzzed. Violet pushed the button. "Coffee, Doralee, no sugar, just some Skinny and Sweet."

Doralee responded. "Sir, but, um, I was just about to deliver the contract."

Mr. Hart sounded annoyed. "Forget the contract, Doralee. You get that pretty little behind back here with some coffee, you hear?"

"Yes sir." Doralee knew better than to disappoint Mr. Hart. She flipped off the intercom. "Let me first take care of Mr. Hart, Violet, and I will run the contract over later."

Violet scowled. She hated getting Mr. Hart his coffee. However, delivering the contract on time was more important than her self-esteem. She could run the contract over to Mr. Harrington herself, except that it would take over an hour and she had much too much to do. "Doralee, you deliver the contract now and I will get Mr. Hart his coffee."

"Yes ma'am," Doralee responded. Ms. Newstead was the floor supervisor and, besides, she knew it was the right thing to do. Mr. Hart was being such a scamp today that it would be best to take care of business for awhile.

When Violet was preparing the coffee she could not deny the fantasy of putting in some rat poison rather than Skinny and Sweet. But, instead, she just sighed and swallowed her pride.

She returned to his office and politely knocked on his door.

"Doralee, yes," he called through the door. "C'min, as I have something for you as well."

Ms. Newstead turned the knob and pushed the door open.

Both of their jaws dropped as they were equally shocked by the sight they saw. Ms Newstead might have had a better reason to be shocked: there on the floor, leaning back against the couch, was Mr. Hart. But, it was Mr. Hart with no pants. He was bare naked from the waist down and, even worse, he was sporting a rather prominent erection.

"Mr. Hart?!" she asked, not quite sure what to say.

"Violet, my gosh, shut that door!"

"Yes sir," she instantly agreed. She slid quickly into his office and shut the door; in fact, locking it. 

This was not, however, precisely what Mr. Hart had in mind. "Violet, I meant for you to be on the other side of the door."

She turned to him, the initial shock worn off. She crossed her arms under her breasts. "Mr. Hart, are you sure that is what you want?"

"Miss Newstead, you have clearly caught me in an inopportune moment. Now, please, do respect my privacy."

Ms. Newstead, however, wanted an explanation. She felt that she certainly deserved one.

"Mr. Hart, were you intending on exposing yourself to one of the secretaries? Because, if you were, you do realize that would be against the law, as well as company policy?"

"Goodness gracious no, Miss Newstead. I was just preparing for a personal time. I was certainly not intending on anyone just walking in. I neglected to lock the door. That is my fault. I apologize, now will you please leave this room."

She recognized that he was lying. He had clearly thought it was Doralee at the door. In fact, she then noticed that he was not getting up, nor was he even trying to cover himself with his hands. He just kept them hidden behind his back. He was trying to cover himself by moving his knees up to his chest. "Why aren't you reaching for your clothes, Mr. Hart? Are you hiding something behind your back?"

Mr. Hart spoke in his most authoritative voice. "Miss Newstead, I must insist that you leave at once. I am ordering you to leave my office. I am, after all, Vice President of Consolidated Companies. I am telling you to return to your desk and resume your duties."

Ms. Newstead, however, would not be intimidated. She felt that she now, finally, clearly, had the upper hand, a very powerful upper hand at that. "You might be forgetting, Mr. Hart, that one of my responsibilities these past years has been to clean up your messes and cover your butt, and, as far as I can see, your butt is pretty much right out in the open."

Mr. Hart recognized that she was not going to simply acquiesce to his authority, and she definitely did have him in a very awkward situation. "Ms. Newstead, yes, I'm sorry. Please, if you just leave right now, let me regain some dignity, I will certainly look favorably on you, no, let me correct that, you will receive the most favorable quarterly evaluation you have ever received, anyone has ever received."

He offered so much so quickly that Ms. Newstead knew that she could in fact get much more. She looked around the room, looking for some clue as to what might have been going on here and, then, she spotted it: keys. Keys to a handcuff were sitting on his desk. What were they doing there, while he is sitting on the floor, butt naked, with an erection? In any case, he was certainly at her mercy now, and she was not about to let this opportunity slip by without milking it for all it was worth.

"I think I deserve more than just that, Mr. Hart."

"What then?" He was feeling increasingly panicked. If this did in fact get out, he might indeed be in considerable trouble. If only Doralee had come back right away. He had called for his coffee. She said she was coming. What went wrong? If only he had at least kept the key to the cuffs in his hand. That was going to be part of the fun though, being at the whim of Doralee, imagining her somehow taking advantage of it. Well, Miss Newstead now had the advantage and he needed to do whatever was necessary to get himself out of this mess. "Whatever you want," he finally submitted.

"I want the promotion as manager for distribution. That position is open, I am the most qualified, and I deserve it. If I don't get, I will take pictures and send them up the line."

Mr. Hart stared at her, annoyance, even anger, clearly etched across his face. He was quite surprised at her demand. It wasn't that she didn't deserve the job. She certainly did. She was indeed the most qualified. She should have been promoted years ago. He kept her as his floor supervisor and office manager largely because it served his own interests.

But, as he thought about it, perhaps it was time for her to move on. He certainly wouldn't want her around the office after today. In fact, he would now like to get her off the floor as soon as possible. "Yes, fine, agreed."

Violet knew that she would still have to take some pictures, just in case he reneged on their agreement. But, she wasn't done with her demands. She stepped up toward him, walking now quite authoritatively herself. She stopped when she was standing right in front of him, towering over him.

"One more thing."

"Violet, now don't push your luck."

Violet smiled. Luck got her into this position, but it wasn't luck she would use now. She bent over toward him, pulled up her business skirt until it reached her thighs, and then reached up underneath to grasp her panties.

"Violet, what on earth are you doing?" Mr. Hart was sincerely confused. Frankly, this was the kind of fantasy he was hoping to achieve with Doralee. It could not possibly be happening with Violet.

As he watched her wiggle her panties down her thighs, he could feel his cock beginning to swell. It had quickly fallen once Violet had entered his office. Violet was an attractive, appealing woman. She reminded Mr. Hart of a comedian he used to like, until she did this movie about sexist employers. No, the problem was precisely the fact that he was now under the thumb of Violet. But, there was no better way of getting back on top than having his way with Violet. Doralee was more attractive than Violet, but having sex with Violet would have its own appeal. The woman that always seemed to resent him, who resisted whatever hints and advances he had previously made, was now going to sit right down on his cock because just the sight of his hard dick had apparently turned her on. She was going to mount him and ride him like a cowgirl until she exploded in ecstasy. The changing whims of the gals in the secretarial pool never ceased to amaze him. Who would have ever thought this of Violet?

Violet was smiling at him as she slowly pulled down her panties, her eyes fixed firmly on his.

Mr. Hart smiled back. He even lowered his knees to show her his cock, once again becoming quite stiff and proud.

Violet, however, did not look at his cock. She didn't her take her eyes off of his. When the panties were at her ankles, she stood back up straight and kicked them off to the side.

She then got her legs on either side of his, stepped forward even closer, raised her skirt, and kneeled down, slowly bringing her pussy closer and closer to his increasingly shocked face.

"Violet, my gosh, what are doing? What do you think you are doing?"

"You're going to lick me, Mr. Hart. You're going to give me the promotion I deserve for all of my hard work, for all of my skills and credentials. And, as well, for all of the abuse I have taken from you, you are going to lick, kiss, and suck me, Mr. Hart."

Mr. Hart was not particularly excited about performing oral sex on women. He had done it a few times, but he only rarely enjoyed it. It depended on the woman, and the context. This was not one of them.

"Violet, Miss Newstead, where is your dignity? Are you absolutely crazy?"

Violet got on her knees on the couch, crouching over his head. She shifted her position so that she was firmly placed, and then lifted her skirt over Mr. Hart's head, tucking his head underneath her tight skirt, then pushing his head so that he was squeezed in between her thighs.

Mr. Hart continued to argue, but his voice was now rather muffled. "Miss Newstead, Ms. Newstead, please, this is really inappropriate. I must insist that hmphf." The last word was cut off as Violet's cunt was crushed against his mouth.

Violet enjoyed oral sex a great deal. She enjoyed doing it for a man. She had performed oral sex for her husband quite often throughout their marriage, and he had returned the favor tenfold. He knew how much she enjoyed it, and he had been very willing to please her in that way.

Violet doubted that Mr. Hart would be very good at it; certainly not as good as her husband had been. It wasn't that Mr. Hart didn't have impressive oral skills. He was a good speaker. He had demonstrated a keen ability to talk his way out of quite a few jams. Now she would see if he could use his facile tongue in other ways.

But, she wasn't doing this simply for the physical pleasure. There was a symbolic pleasure, a contextual pleasure, that would more than compensate for any inadequacies of skill Mr. Hart might have.

She had Mr. Hart, specifically his head, firmly gripped between her thighs. His face was crushed against her pussy. She smiled with delight. He would have to give her the promotion she deserved. She would be able to leave this floor, get out from under his thumb, and do it with the kind of gesture that was so very appropriate. She grinned at nobody in particular as she began to rub and circle her cunt against his lips. "Now be a good boy, Mr. Hart, and give your new Distribution Manager a good bye kiss."

Mr. Hart had no choice. It was quite uncomfortable, stuffy, even stifling, under her skirt, her cunt almost smothering him, his nose squashed against her abdomen, tickled by her hairs. But, as she began to grind against him, he brought out his tongue and explored her thick vaginal lips.

Ms Newstead grabbed the top of the couch to brace herself, and used her right hand to further mash Mr. Hart's mouth against her cunt. "That's more like it, Mr. Hart. I knew you had it in you. Now you lick it like it's ice cream and candy."

She crushed and squished her pussy against his mouth, grinding her cunt lips against his tongue. She could feel that he was having difficulty controlling his tongue, using it effectively. He was trying to get his tongue into her cunt, up inside, but her movements kept disrupting him, frustrating him, but that was all fine with her. She was the one now in control. It was she who was using his tongue, his lips, his mouth, to pleasure herself.

And, it was working. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with his tongue, and her power. Her wetting was also making it even more uncomfortable for Mr. Hart, his face becoming damp, actually soaked, with her feminine juices.

Mr. Hart could tell that she was getting excited, but that in fact was making it easier for him. It was messy, sloppy, and demeaning, but it was still appealing, erotic, to be making Violet get so aroused, excited, and quite noticeably so. This really wasn't so bad. He was concerned that she might tell some of the other girls of how she had used him. Perhaps even worse, some of the guys, but how could a guy not get aroused at the sight, well, the feel, of a woman getting so sexually aroused, particularly a woman who otherwise did not appear to even be interested. His cock, once again, worked its way back up. Ms. Newstead's back was to Mr. Hart's cock. She could not see that he was also getting excited. She was, in any case, lost in her own passion. Her heart was beating fast, her breathing accelerated, gasping with each grind of her hips. It had been awhile since a man had done this for her. It was not Mr. Hart that she had expected to be the next one, but she supposed any port in a storm, a port she was in fact assaulting with her cunt, and a storm of passion building inside of her.

She shifted down a bit, to press her clit against his tongue, her hard clit. This was even better, and he responded well. He worked his tongue hard against her stiff nub. His mouth was getting filled with her juices, hairs breaking away and working their way into his mouth, up into his cheek and teeth, and even down his throat, but he continued to lick and lap at Violet's clit as it was crushed against his tongue. It felt that she might even break his tongue, she was grinding so hard against him.

She was getting so close. It was such sweet revenge. Mr. Hart was finally having to kiss her behind, rather than the reverse.

Wait! Her eyes opened wide.

She suddenly pulled away.

Mr. Hart was confused. She didn't seem to have cum. Perhaps she heard something? What was she doing? He could tell that she was shifting her position, moving around on the couch, but keeping his head engulfed under her skirt.

It was quite a bit of work, turning around while keeping his head buried. She had to slide off the couch. But, once she was finally turned around she sat back down, back down on his face.

Mr. Hart could now see, or at least feel, what she was up to. She apparently wanted him to lick her clit this way. Apparently, this odd position would be more pleasurable for her.

However, she was sitting down too far forward.

He tried to help by slipping down farther, but the cuffs wouldn't let him, nor would she let him. She reached down, under her skirt, spread the cheeks of her butt, and dropped down suddenly; dropped down right onto his mouth, her butthole right onto his mouth. Violet had decided that he should indeed kiss her behind, literally as well as figuratively.




Working a 24



The quiet buzzing of my cell wakes me. It is 4:30a and I quickly grab the cell so it doesn't wake up Blake, if it hasn't already. I silence my cell and slip out of bed to take the call in the hallway.

"Hello?"

"Courtney, this is dispatch. I was wondering if you could come in early to start your shift. Someone got sick and we need to make sure the squad is covered."

"Ugh, when do I have to be there?"

"Well, given your drive time and a quick shower, can you be here at 6a?"

"Okay, I'll call you when I'm close to quarters."

"Thank you. I'll hear from you shortly."

"Yeah, bye." I replied shortly. I quickly rushed back into the bedroom and headed towards the bathroom for a fast shower. After I rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, I reached for my towel, but Blake was standing in the doorway holding it. I reached out for it and he dropped it on the floor, revealing a hard-on. 

"Blake, it is very nice to see you too, but I can't participate right now. I have to leave for work soon."

"Courtney, honey, work can wait. You don't have to be there for another couple hours."

"I got called in to come early. Emergency with someone at work, I have to make sure that the squad is staffed."

Blake walks up to me, grabs my hand and puts it on his erection as he whispers in my ear how much he enjoyed watching me lather up my body.

I slowly start caressing his hard cock. He moans in my ear and tells me that is feels great. 

Knowing that I was pressed for time and very horny, a quickie was in order.

I left Blake standing there, so involved in the pleasure from my hand, he didn't notice that I was no longer standing in front of him, but kneeling.

"Oh, god!" he gasped as my mouth closed over the head of his penis. My tongue flicking gently over the top of him and then moving down his shaft. My hand massaging his testicles as I keep pleasuring him orally. I slowly keep working my lips and tongue up and down his hard cock.

After a few more moments, I kiss my way back up his stomach and chest to his lips. Blake puts his arms around me and pushes me towards the counter. He pushes me to sit down on the edge and aims his cock right for my pussy. He slides right in, knowing how aroused I get from giving him pleasure. I wrap my legs around his waist and lean back on my hands to allow for maximum thrusting.

Blake grabs a hold of my nipples, twisting them and teasing them in ways he knows can get me all riled up.

"Blake, you feel so good! You fill me up just right. Fuck me harder!"

"If you keep up that talk, you're really going to get it."

"Yeah baby. Slam it into me. Fuck the hell out of me!"

Blake pulls out, grabs my hips and forces me to stand up.

"You asked for it," he says as he spins me around. He pushes my shoulders down and grabs my hips and pulls me slightly towards him. He pushes his cock into me balls deep. 

"Oh yeah!" I moan between clenched teeth.

Blake starts thrusting himself into me as hard and as fast as he can. He keeps pounding into me harder each time.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to cum all over your hard cock."

With this, Blake thrusts one last time into my wet pussy and releases his cum into me. After a few moments he pulls out and apologizes for not giving me time to finish too.

I hop off the countertop, clean myself up and rush out of the bathroom to get dressed. I quickly dress in my button up work shirt and black Dickies pants. I grab what I need for work and shove it all into the cargo pockets of my pants and run out the door slipping my boots on but not bothering to zip up the sides yet. 

I get into my car and head towards the interstate to head to work. I'm about five minutes from my home station and remembered that I didn't know which station I needed to report to, so I called my dispatchers.

"Hey, it's Courtney. I need to know where I'm stationed at."

"You'll still be at Station 1, Court. Thanks for checking in. We will be putting you in the system as at post."

"Sounds good. I'll be in the garage in a few minutes." I walk in the door to the garage after gathering my jacket and duffel bag from my car and the phone starts to ring as soon as I pass it.

"Station 1, this is Courtney."

"Court, you have a fire call. I'm sending the information to your squads Blackberry."

"Ok, sounds good."

I hang up the phone just as Tony came walking out to the garage knowing that he is first out for response.

"Hey Court, I checked the other bunk room and they were still sleeping, so I figured you were here already. I made you some coffee between calls."

I take the cup of coffee and pour it into my insulated cup as we walk to the squad. I hop in and pull forward so Tony can close the garage door. I quickly check our Blackberry and click that we are in route to the destination and to look for our destinations address.

Tony jumps in and starts to fill out the run report while I flip on my strobes and flashers and turn on my siren as we pull out of the driveway. 

We arrive on scene to a car that hit a house. No one in the house was hurt thankfully, but the four girls that were in the car were not wearing seat belts and all required some sort of medical attention. I automatically did a fast triage to find out who needed what and how bad they all were. I get on the radio with dispatch and tell them that I need another squad on scene. 

I head out to the girl that needs the most urgent care, the fire chief has her in a collar and is holding c-spine as the girl is actively bleeding from her face. I yell for my partner to grab our cot and a long board. 

We get the girl onto the backboard and strap her down onto it as well as onto our cot. The chief helps me bring the girl into the back of my ambulance so I can assess her while my partner is treating another patient and trying to get information. I complete a full trauma assessment and then try to assess the wounds and what exactly is going on with her. I start to undo the bandaging that the firefighters did and realized that we have to get going. The small laceration to her nose turned out to be a full severed septum and it was still bleeding creating a problem with the airway. I yell out to my partner that we have to get going. 

He comes up to the side door with another patient and we end up performing a standing take down onto a long board with the new patient and strap her down to the side bench. I stay in the back because I am more qualified for the patients needs, and tell Tony to head to the regional trauma center. 

I complete an assessment on the new patient while still maintaining an airway on the first patient. We get to the hospital and I describe the injuries to the two sets of trauma teams that meet us in the ambulance bay. They take the first patient of mine and rush her into the trauma room while the second team takes my second patient and pulls her into the critical care area of the arena. 

I quickly give reports for both patients and then finish writing the run report narratives. I gather what equipment I can that we brought them in with and head back out to my squad and decontaminate things and put it all back for the next call. My pocket starts vibrating, so I grab the Blackberry to check my message status.

"Courtney, your partner is at the station. Let me know when you clear the hospital so I can put you to post."

I type back, "Okay, will do. We should be clear within the next five minutes."

I tell Tony to finish packing up our equipment while I head to the EMS room and top off my coffee cup and grab a granola bar for breakfast. I type to dispatch that we are ready to leave the area and if we are still to report to the station for a switch.

We get the clear and I exit the area and head back to the station house to pick up my partner for my 24-hour shift. Tony hops out of the ambulance to open up the door to the garage once we get back to the station. I back into a spot and turn the engine off. Tony gets back in and starts restocking what he used the day before for the new shift to start and gathered his belongings. 

I finish my squad check out for the day and go inside the living quarters to put it in the box to management. I grab my duffel that someone put on the meeting table and decide to make my bed for later that night at work and head to my bunk room. 

I open up the door to the bunkroom and someone is still asleep. It's still dark outside, so I can't exactly be certain of who it is that is still asleep. I quietly pull out my blanket and pillow and make my bed. 

Whoever was sleeping is now waking up and I apologize if I woke them. All of a sudden, a hand reaches down the front of my pants and into my underwear and starts teasing my clit while the other hand of this person come to cover my mouth so I don't make any loud noises. After a few seconds, I calm down and start enjoying myself and turn around to see that it is Blake. 

He quickly undoes my belt and pushes my pants down to my ankles and lowers me to the bed. He isn't wearing anything but a plain while t-shirt. Blake keeps rubbing my clit with his thumb as his other hand pulls the side string of my bikini bottoms and lets them fall down my left leg. He gets down on his knees and pulls my hips down to the edge of the bed as his tongue meets my clit. 

He slowly teases my clit and pussy, sliding his tongue in and out of me, across my clit and around my pussy lips. Over and over, teasing me with each lick. I start squirming around, knowing that I'm going to cum soon, and run my fingers through his hair. He sticks his tongue inside of me as far as it can go as my hips start rocking and I cum. 

Blake finishes licking me clean and then kisses his way up to my navel, breasts, and mouth. I taste myself on his tongue and want more. I grab the back of his head and suck all of my juices off his tongue while I grab his cock and position it at the entrance of my pussy.

With one hard kiss, Blake pushes his cock all the way into my drenched pussy making me grab the blanket on my bed and moan into his shoulder. He slowly pulls himself out, rubbing it from clit to ass and then teases my pussy again. 

"Sweetie, please give it to me. I need you so bad. You didn't let me cum this morning, I need to cum so badly. I need you to let me cum for you."

"Courtney, I didn't want you to cum this morning so I could do this to you now. Why do you think I woke up? I wanted to get you in here alone and have you cum all over me."

"Baby, please let me cum, I need to so bad."

"I love it when you beg."

Blake shoved his cock into me balls deep and I moaned out loud. He kept pushing himself in and out of me, keeping a nice and steady rhythm. He leans down to kiss me and we roll over having me be on top. I start riding his cock hard, swiveling my hips all around, wanting him to touch any place possible inside of me. I start sliding up and down his shaft faster, feeling my wetness coat him over and over again. 

"Court, you are so wet. What have you been doing while you were on that call?"

I keep riding him, harder. My tits are bouncing all over the place and he reaches up to take a hold of them and starts twisting and pulling on my nipples. My body wants to cum and it wants to cum fast. 

"Blake, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum all over your hard cock."

"Courtney, I want you to cum for me. I want to feel your pussy pulsing around my cock."

That's all it took for me to ride him harder than before. Throwing my head back, my hips shaking, I start to cum. My pussy grabs his cock and holds it tight. 

After my orgasm subsides, I get up off of his still hard cock and crawl down between his legs and start licking all my juices off of him. Sucking his cock hard and paying attention to the head of his cock and his testicles, I start stroking his shaft. 

"Court, oh my gosh. You're going to make me cum. Baby, oh yeah. Ohhhhhh!"

Blake's warm load shoots straight to the back of my throat. I feel each squirt entering my mouth and try to keep up with the amount that is coming. I keep sucking on him until he goes soft, making sure to lick off all the juices. I lay next to him on my bunk until he catches his breath. 

The phone starts ringing. 

"Station 1, this is Blake and Courtney."

"You two have a head out."

He hangs up the phone. "Get dressed sweetie, we gotta go," says Blake. 

I retie my bikini bottoms, pull my pants up and tuck in my shirt. We head out to our squad and head out to a possible call. 14 hours later, Blake and I are finally getting back to the station. One block away, we see the other squad heading out and our blackberry tones go off.

"Blake, we have to go to the post."

"Hmmm, that could get interesting."

We drive the few miles to the post and park. I jump in the back to restock the supplies that we had used throughout the day that I just threw on the side bench in a bucket to put away later. I started putting away our oxygen supplies and I turn around and Blake pulls me into him for a long kiss. 

I undo the straps and buckles on the cot and lay down. Blake climbs on top of me and starts undoing my work shirt. I reach for his cock through his pants and start rubbing it. My shirt is wide open and my nipples totally hard. Blake takes his cock out of his pants and puts it between my tits. 

While he starts pumping away, I open my mouth and suck the head of his cock while he titty fucks me. Harder and faster he starts pushing between my breasts and into my hungry mouth. A few moments later, warmth is running down my cheeks, chin and into my mouth. 

Blake hands me a towel from the linens on board and helps me wipe up. 

The Blackberry's tones start going off again. "Blake, we have a fire call."

"Courtney, it's a good thing we finished on time."



Working After Hours



Christie was on the 30-th floor of a modern high-rise office tower, only a floor below the plush and universally famous restaurant that the building was known for. Although she had never been there, The Mile High, with its pseudo aircraft type seating and servers dressing like airhostesses or stewards was the hottest restaurant in town. The Maitre D, it was said, wore a pilot's uniform, complete with wings on his chest, peaked hat, and four gold stripes on his cuffs. She halfheartedly wondered if the food tasted like airline food.

Clutching her purse and folder with her resume, diploma, letters of commendation and references, she walked from the elevator to Suite 3013 glancing at her watch, Thursday 2:55 PM, thankfully she was a good five minutes early. She stood before the Glass doors of Jacob Klein Inc. Attorneys at Law. The Glass doors were not imposing neither was the reception area, however the woman who sat behind the desk talking on the telephone was. The only way to describe the blond, blue-green eyed woman, who sat behind the desk looking at Christie, was to say she could be Uma Thurman's identical twin sister.

The woman, Christie judged was in her mid twenties or early thirties, Christie, who was, tall for a woman at 5'11", could easily see the top of the seated woman's head, the blond hair was natural all right, all the way down to the roots, and was just below shoulder in length, slightly wavy, it was brushed and held back with tortoiseshell combs, and fell to just below her shoulders. She waived her in, while speaking on the phone. 

After holding her hand over the receiver, "Hi," she said, her voice low and husky, almost breathless, as if she smoked a hundred cigarettes a day, "you must be Christie, and I'll be with you in a second, take a seat in my office." She pointed to a closed door with a discreet brass nameplate, Julia Warren, on it.

Christie, nodded and went inside the office, she sat and looked about her, the walls were, as with most law offices, lined with law books, Julia's well used unmatched leather-bound books lined the lengths of two opposing walls, behind the desk were her diplomas and a picture of Julia and an holding hands, with a woman Christie took to be her mother and a large window that gave an uninterrupted vista of the city. Her desk was the neatest Christie had ever seen in a law office, it was devoid of scattered files, dirty coffee cups and overflowing ashtrays. Behind her, centrally on the wall next to the door was a large oil painting of the woman Christie thought was her mother in the photograph with Julia, dressed in burgundy gown, whose untied top almost displayed large unfettered breasts.

Julia walked into her office; Christie was surprised to see she was much taller than she was. Her shapely legs were well displayed due to a short, above mid-thigh bottle-green skirt, and low comfortable heeled open toed shoes. As Julia slid onto the high-backed executive chair behind the desk, Christie noticed her eyes, they were the color of the sea, as seen from space, liquid blue-green, with long lashes, her brows matched her long blonde hair. Pink blush matched her eyeliner and her wide lips were coated in soft coral lip-gloss. Julia wore white starched blouse, with pearl buttons; the top three were undone. She had beautifully sculpted shoulders but almost no breasts, and, while the blouse accentuated the exquisite planes and bones of her shoulders, it also advertised the flatness of her chest; Christie doubted Julia ever needed to wear a bra. The short skirt had ridden up as she sat, fleetingly Christie wondered if she wore panties.

"I'm Julia Warren, now I've read your resume, and frankly, I'm very impressed." She said, smiling. 

Christie smiled too, "Thank you, I've brought my diploma, references, and personal commendations from my previous firm." She said, handing over the documents.

Julia looked through the diploma, references and hand written commendations, re-reading one or two. "Although you have a law degree, you have not practiced, why?" she asked. "I wanted to be a lawyer, I scraped by with an average pass, I took the bar exam, and looked for a job, but I discovered I could earn more being the assistant to an attorney than practicing myself. An junior associate at S&M earns $60,000.00 per year, I can earn the same working for a senior associate or junior partner without all the pressure they are under." She answered.

"Why did you leave Sinclair & McMillan?" she asked bluntly.

The sudden question caught her almost off guard. Should she tell the truth, or stick to the official version, she hesitated, then continued with the lie, "I worked for an associate who got fired, I did not think my staying there would do any good, I felt that his getting fired tainted me professionally. I was assigned to a job with far less responsibility after he left, and did not think that I had much of a career left at S&M even though the office manager, Michelle Collins, that's her recommendation there," she pointed to one of the papers in front of Julia", assured me that I was in no way accountable, for his actions." The pang of betrayal and later the hurt that set in remained a bitter reminder, and she blinked at the memory before looking into Julia's probing eyes.

"I see," she said, "you have the experience and qualifications I need, and you are asking for a salary I can match, you have excellent references, I'd be a fool not to hire you, but I feel there's something you're not telling me. I have two more applicants to interview, lets meet my partner Jake, if he's available and we'll take it from there.

She pressed a button on her phone, "Uncle Jake, do you have a second?" she asked. "For you Julie I have all day", came the response. Seconds later Jacob Klein walked into the office, flapping his arms, "Sit, sit! " He said simetically to both women as they started to rise. Jacob Klein was one of the most famous lawyers in the country; he had won many headline cases for his clients against sometimes impossible odds. His practice was small; each of his associates had a specialty. The firm won far more cases than they lost.

"Jacob Klein," Julia introduced, "meet Christie Sanders, an applicant for my PA position".

Julia held the references up to him, he glanced at them nodding, "Pleased to meet you Christie," he said holding out his hand. "Jules is not my only partner but also my niece. You seem well qualified for the position, I leave the choice up to her, after all, she is the one you'd be working with" he responded guardedly.

Christie, still seated, shook his outstretched hand. He smiled, winked at Julia and left the office as quickly as he entered.

Julia smiled at Jacob Klein's back fondly, as he left her office. "As I said I have two more applicants to interview, I'll let you know my decision by Friday Afternoon, thank you so much for coming in." she said. Christie, rose gathered her papers from the desk, put them in the manilla folder, leaving it tidily on Julia's desk, "Thank you for seeing me, Ms Warren, If I am not your choice please mail me back my papers, I have left a self addressed envelope inside, these are the originals, I didn't think to make copies.

She made for the door, not stopping as she left.

The phone was ringing as she unlocked the door to her apartment. Julia Warren was on the other end. "I have spoken to Sinclair & McMillan. Mrs. Michelle Collins was very frank. She said to say she regrets what happened. The real reason you left them is because you are a lesbian, you were in an office romance with her; out of fear for her own position in the firm, and being married, she decided to end it. The day she broke off the relationship with you, you resigned. You left them in good standing though. If you never lie to me again, can you start on Monday?" she asked.

Christie's heart was pumping so fast it was hard to speak, "Yes certainly, of course, what time would you like me to be there?" she asked.

"I like to start early, 8:30 will be perfect" Julia Answered, the phone went dead before she could frame a reply.

The alarm woke Christie early, after showering and drying her curly dark hair she stared at her closet deciding for the one-millionth time what to wear. Eventually, she slipped into a pair of plain frill-less white silk panties, and a matching under-wire bra that both pushed up and supported her full 34D breasts She pulled on a knee high brown cotton skirt, and beige blouse, leaving only the top two buttons undone. She completed the ensemble with a brown leather purse and matching spiked heels before leaving her apartment.

The doors to the elevator slid noiselessly open at precisely 8:20 and Christie made her way to the door, which was open. It was not Julia at the reception desk, though. The pretty young woman sitting at the reception desk looked up, smiled in query, "Can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm Christie Sanders, I am starting today." She answered.

"Oh, yah, PA for Julia?" she queried, "Yes, go on in to her office, she's waiting for you." She responded, pointing to Julia's closed door.

Christie knocked with more confidence than she actually felt. 

Julia was dressed similarly to when she was interviewing, this time the blouse was gray silk, and the skirt black. Her lips were coated in mauve lip-gloss but her blush and eyeliner were the original hue of soft pink. Her wavy blonde hair was tied back with a maroon velvet ribbon.

"Glad you made it Christie, lets get started." She said from her desk.

Christie spent most of her time when she was awake, with, or working for her boss. Julia was tactical and virtually ruthless in court, her clients were mainly women, the majority of whom were openly gay. The verdicts in Julia's favor vastly outnumbered those against. Christie was often asked to work late and or at odd hours. Within days, Christie was completely devoted to her smart, efficient beautiful boss. By the end of her first month, Christie would gladly have given Julia anything she wanted. Christie strove to please, although the women were close as employer and employee could be, Christie was terrified to admit she was crazy in love with her sexy boss, however, neither had broken the personal barrier. 

About six months after she began working with Julia she was woken early one Saturday morning by the ringing of the phone. She and Julia had been working late Friday night on something trivial that could easily have waited until regular work time on Monday. It had irked her somewhat that she had been kept so late, it seemed that Julia was preoccupied with something, as her mind often wondered and the direction she took with the business at hand often changed direction or faltered. Finally she had gotten home and crawled into bed at 3:00 AM. It was just after sunrise, groggily she answered, it was Julia, could she come into the office as soon as possible, something urgent had come up.

As it was Saturday and not an official work day she chose not to wear work clothes, instead she quickly dressed into a pair of designer jeans and low necked blue t-shirt, leaving her lush breasts free of a bra, she grabbed a matching denim jacket after she brushed her teeth and hair and made her way to the office, putting on her make up as she rode the subway. 

The glass front door to the office was locked, she knocked, Julia unlocked the door, she was still wearing the same clothes she had been in last night, an aqua-marine short skirt now rumpled, was almost the exact color of her eyes, her blouse was crème, with mother-of-pearl studs instead of buttons, with the usual three top three undone, her beautiful hair was hanging loose and disheveled, carelessly hand brushed back and held back with a few misplaced hairpins, obviously she had not gone home.

She followed Julia into the office, which she closed and locked. "Christie," she said, "When you came to work for me I asked that you never lie to me, do you remember?"

"Yes, Julia, I remember, and I never have, I promise" Christie answered truthfully.

Julia nodded, "Then answer me this, why don't you find me attractive, or was that fling you had with that damned Michelle Collins a one off thing? Are you just toying with me?"

"Oh my god! Julia, of course I find you attractive. How can you even ask me that? I am totally crazy in love with you! I have been from the first day I met you here in this very office" Christie answered hotly." I just thought you were straight, and I don't want just another office romance. After the fiasco with Michelle I want it all, out in the open, no secret meetings for a quick thrill or feel in the filing room, or half a night of guilty sex seedy motel. I want to go home and sleep with you every night."

"You thought I was straight, holy shit girl, ninety nine percent of my clients are gay, I'm the lesbian specialist in this firm, fuck!" She swore again, her wide mobile mouth set in a huge grin. "So you want it all, eh? Come here!" she ordered inviting Christie into her arms.

Christie moved willingly into her arms, their bodies melding, her large breasts pressing against Julia's small ones, her hands in moved into the lustrous blond hair, Julia's hands were all over Christie, their mouths sucking tongues probing, Julia's hands wandered over Christie's body, questing and feeling at her ribs, slinking under her thin blue t-shirt, feeling her heavy breasts, kneading the warm willing flesh as they continued to lock lips in a never ending passion filled kiss. Christie's right hand moved under Julia's blue skirt, and yes, the long awaited answer to her first thought concerning Julia's underwear was, yes, Julia wore no underwear. 

Julia disengaged herself, and seated herself on the corner of her uncluttered desk, rucking up her short skirt exposing her pussy to her eager personal assistant for the first time, Christie almost lunged between Julia's wide spread knees, sinking her head down to Julia's pussy. Julia's pussy was covered in long, really dense curls, her thick loose lips hung long and droopily through the tight bush, now covered in sweet smelling dew, above the wet oozing gash standing proud of the folds, approximately the same size as the final digit of her thumb was her clit. Christie's mouth was drawn to this, she puckered her lips and sucked hard, Julia bucked, pulling free.

"Don't do that! I cum if you do that." She panted.

Christie lunged forward and continued to suck the proud little digit noisily, while her fingers roughly fucked Julie, using her hand like a spear, impaling Julie as far as her four fingers could travel inside Julie's wet, warm wanton cunt. Julie began to breath deeply through her nose, she spread her knees almost unnaturally wide, Her thighs began to twitch, and then, she squealed, her hands digging into her lover's hair. Christie's mouth was filled as she sucked. dew oozing from Julie's finger fucked cunt, her clit throbbed twitching in time with the beating of her racing heart, cum filled Julie's mouth from the pulsing penis-like clit.

Julie sprawled back, breathing deep, shuddering, Christie clambered after her, and snuggled close, her head on Julie's heaving chest, she could hear and feel Julie's heart beating. 

Her heart rate began to regain some normality, still lying on her back on her leather-bound desk, with Christie's beautiful face resting on her chest, she stroked her face and jaw, her warmth, the heaviness of her breasts, she slid her fingers over these wonderful orbs. She reached down and pulled the skimpy blue tank top over Christies head, letting the tits free, she fingered each large pink nipple, they were already rubbery hard, now they puckered and the tips grew heated, almost desperately she reached down and silently cursed Christie for choosing jeans, she struggled briefly with the button before pulling off her tight pants and panties together. 

Christie's pussy was completely hairless, her excitement had began to show, the slim tight outer lips were shining with a musky sweet smelling dew, she held her breath as Julie's one had left her engorged nipple and crabbed downwards over her belly, down to her waiting pussy, automatically, her thighs opened invitingly, Julie's hand cupped Christie's pussy, which she squeezed possessively, before spreading the outer lips allowing the cool morning air into her superheated core, two fingers spread the labia, gentle fingertips traced tight circles around Christie's clit, without warning, she slid her thumb into Christie's cunt, it felt like wet cloying velvet, she used her thumb like it was a penis, she fished it side to side, in and out, toying and teasing, while her finger continued to circle her aching clit, she wanted to cum, she needed to cum, the pounding in her head reached a fever. Julie pinched her nipple savagely; torturing and pulling the trapped flesh between thumb and fore finger, bring on her orgasm. It came exploding like a volcano, deep inside her belly, each swipe of Julie's fingertips around her clit made her shiver, she began to bite her bottom lip as the tickle built into something she had no control over, it came like a freight train, smashing everything before it until she screamed, her body convulsing, every fiber of her being touching heaven. The aftershocks were just as delicious, she lay sated as her lover stroked and loved her.



Working Alongside Each Other



I was sitting in the dentist waiting room, idly scanning the magazines and trying not to look at my watch again, the dentist never seemed busy but you never got to see him on time. Another patient arrived and was booking in at the reception desk, he was tall and well proportioned, I heard the nurse giggle and she was obviously flirting a little. My eyes wandered to the man's well fitting trousers and lingered a while, all very well proportioned, firm and tight, quite a nice distraction. As the man turned towards me the first thing I saw was those light steely eyes, then I recognised him.

I had business dealings with his company many times, much more than that I had been his lover for two years of my life! What started out as a business acquaintance had become much more after socialising whilst we worked away and stayed at the same hotels. Anthony smiled and with his normal air of confidence approached towards me hand extended, I stood and shook his hand as if we still and always had been business associates. It was so surreal my brain was turning over and over, yet he was so cool and collected. He sat on the chair next to mine and commented that he was glad I was still maintaining my oral hygiene, accompanied by a hint of smile which was amplified by his lovely eyes, it was simple innuendo and a hint to one of my roles in our previous relationship. 

It had been a very intense and deep relationship, we both knew each other previously but at that time we had just worked together and neither of us knew of any bi or gay tendencies in the other. 

In my case I had known I was gay since a very young age and mostly denied it. I was also naturally submissive and found that easier to accept so in my forties I explored online forums and discussed Dominance and submission. I often spoke to the same group of people and over time became more candid with these familiar online friends. 

One of these was a gay single man who saw straight through my reticence to discuss sexuality, as time progressed I was able to confide in him that I had one fumbling experience in my teens and that my curiosity was still a strong factor. It was quite a relief to talk with him and in time it became very obvious that we should meet. 

When we did meet things followed a natural course and I learnt a lot about myself, suffice to say I was a gay, loved kissing and did not limit it to the lips, sexually I was more attuned with what he called the "woman's role". I learnt later the gay community would classify me as submissive bottom, to me it was just experiences I enjoyed! 

I saw this Gentleman regularly for a few years but he clearly wanted a 24/7 relationship, I could not accommodate that and when he found someone who could we parted company, not until we had a very hot threesome session as a handover, but that is another story! After this I went back to my normal vanilla lifestyle until that time I started working away and staying in hotels.

At this was the stage of my life I welcomed working away from home, it took me away from my normal environment and I consumed my time with work. I now knew I was gay but there were the conflicts with my family persona and the false image I portrayed so it was nice to have a different environment to swallow me up. The work I was doing involved employing contractors to implement my designs for industrial automation projects. One firm that provided these contractors was managed by Anthony and we often had to closely coordinate our efforts. He often stayed in the same hotel as me and we would often have dinner as a group or see each other in the bar, nothing too unusual about that. We are both very straight looking and acting and even we did not suspect so pretty damn sure nobody else foresaw what was to happen.

This one evening we were having a drink in the bar as a group, we were chatting easily and the drinks had progressed from beers to shots of whiskey, it felt warm and sociable. Anthony was paying a lot of attention to the football so I was talking with the others more than him but he kept on adding his contribution and he also kept the whisky being delivered. As the time got late the numbers dwindled and it was soon down to just three of us, Anthony was still watching the end of the football so when the other man said he was retiring to bed too I decided I would stay a while with Anthony, my lonely hotel room was not a huge attraction. 

The whisky may have been a factor but I joked with Anthony asking him if he really enjoyed watching men run around in shorts. He focussed those eyes directly on mine and said it had its attractions, his eyes remained on mine, it felt awkward, he maintained the contact until I had to just look down and probably smiled out of embarrassment. He then followed it up by asking what my legs were like, I was not sure where it was going but the atmosphere had changed, he was not paying any attention to the football. I did not think too much but said 

"I think your legs would be better than mine, you still play football." 

He shuffled closer to me and placed his hand over my thigh and squeezed it, again using those steely eyes to interrogate me.

"Your pretty firm there," he said. 

It's hard to hide what you are thinking at times like this, I was only too aware that my cock was semi hard, he was referring to the firm muscles in my thigh but to me he knew about my cock. My awkwardness was not lost on him and he milked it with long silences an knowing looks. We both exchanged looks and we both understood each other, it is very difficult to explain but once that door is open it so easy for things to accelerate very fast. 

When it came to return to our rooms I was bit embarrassed and I was wondering how we would interact in the morning, he decided to resolve that one, as the lift doors closed, he just said

"This is long overdue" 

And pushed me against the back of the lift and kissed me hard. I totally relaxed and we deep kissed, as the lift slowed to stop, he eased back, those eyes again, then he said

"Just us tomorrow evening"

We did not usually have breakfast together, he normally ate with his workers and I often skipped breakfast, as was the case the next morning. We did not meet up until we were on the factory site, he was with a group of his workers looking at some drawings, he called me over with an easy smile and I just clarified some technical points about the work. Whilst I was there he asked if we could go out for a meal tonight so we could discuss the project extension, to everyone else this just meant ensuring their jobs for a while, to me it meant a whole lot more.

I booked an Italian restaurant and sent him a text, he just replied,

"Good, you beat me to it"

The day dragged on and my mind was rushing, I had always recognised how self-assured and handsome he was, I had sneaked too many looks at him but as it never entered my head he could be gay so I never frustrated myself by thinking of any more than that. I had become adept at that skill, being in the closet for tens of years teaches you something. Now it was different, I started to see him much more clearly, he was assertive in work, his job needed him to be, I wondered if that extended into his sex life, the approach in the lift left me very optimistic.

When I got back to the hotel that evening I showered and shaved, ironed my best fitting shirt, it felt like a date, I hoped I was not being silly. I had anticipated my impatience and booked the table for 6:30pm, the thought of hanging around until 7:30 or 8 o'clock would have driven me mad, 

Around 6:10 I went down to sit in reception and soon after Anthony arrived too, he looked very smart and smelt delicious, he had obviously taken as much care as I had. Perhaps I was hypersensitive but I was interpreting lots of favourable things, it gave me a confidence which was usually devoid from the gay side of my personality. 

We walked to the restaurant and Anthony led the conversation, he said he wanted this to be very different to the way we were at work, he said it was to be at least equals and as he had particular tastes it would be better for him to normally take the lead, I was not sure what he really meant but I readily agreed. Although his company did work to commission my designs I did not see myself as his superior, quite the opposite, he was the manager who achieved my goals, he had a numerous tiers of people working for him, he controlled them quite closely so if anything I saw him as the manager of the projects and myself as the architect/advisor.

When we got to the restaurant I started to realise what he meant by taking the lead, they had reserved a table near the window, even though it was booked in my name he told the waiter he was not happy with that table and chose where we would sit without even referring to me. Something about those eyes I think, the waiter just smiled and agreed. 

He ordered some wine, he tasted and approved it and then suggested a menu choice for me. He then talked openly about his sexuality, describing himself as bisexual with a leaning towards being gay, he asked me what experience I had. He was very "matter of fact" but I had never discussed it openly with anyone apart from my original mentor, I did not want to commit to anything, I am not sure he understood that and accused me of being a bit too reticent and a tease. I was seeing this man I had known for so long in a completely different light and I liked every aspect of it.

We had a lovely meal and the conversation became very personal to us both, like we were the only ones that mattered, he asked about where I grew up, my family and my school days. It felt so very natural and easy to talk with him. 

As we were walking back to the hotel, he told me he had chosen that meal for me because it had no garlic, he said he did not like making love to garlic. I was taken aback a bit and I was not quick enough to challenge his assumption, not before he just nodded to seal the conversation and to confirm my compliance. Nothing really had been said about it but it was starting to feel like he was developing a hierarchy.

When we arrived back at the hotel, we just went straight into the lift. I half expected him to kiss me again, but he said we were going to his room and just looked me in the eyes, not intimidating but obviously assessing my mood to his assertions. 

My knees were like jelly, had I over committed here? I did not really know what he liked or disliked, what had I let myself in for? It was all tempered by my knowing Anthony for many years and also knowing that he had interest in not making it awkward for me in work, but I was still nervous. He slid the key card into the door lock and walked in, holding the door open for me, as I entered he walked over to the bed and sat on the corner, he gestured towards his shoes and told me to remove them. 

I was now in the mode that I wanted to please him, so I did exactly as he asked without hesitation, it involved me kneeling on one knee at his feet and he just smiled down at me, we both got that message very clearly. 

He stood up and lifted me to my feet and then we kissed, this was most definitely a mutual thing and it lasted for a long long time, he paused now and again and checked I was ok, I just nodded and kissed him again. He started to pull out my shirt and then he underdone my belt and started undoing my shirt buttons, as he stood back I took over as he watched, he indicated to put the shirt on the chair and then told me I may as well get rid of the rest too. 

I felt a bit self-conscious but stepped out of my trousers and removed my socks and shoes and folded them carefully on the chair, I was now just in my briefs and I stepped in and kissed him again. He kissed just for a few moments, then stopped and planted a firm slap on my buttocks, he just said "everything". I have never known why I enjoy being submissive but I loved that moment and he understood that too. I stepped out of my briefs, my cock was hard and wet, I always get too wet if there is any anticipation involved, I was slightly embarrassed as he slid his hand along its length. Fortunately he seemed to like it, I was relieved. 

He slid his trousers down and I saw the bulge in his boxer shorts, he slowly removed his socks and then he pulled me in and forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt vulnerable and lucky, a strange combination.

As we kissed I felt his hard cock against me, it had escaped from the front of the boxers and felt so warm and sexy against my naked body, my hands caressed it and then I sank to my knees and gazed admiringly at his eight inch circumcised cock with just a tiny dewdrop of precum on its tip, I licked it off then gently put the tip in my lips, I enjoyed the heat of his cock for a few moments before letting it slide into my mouth, my tongue welcomed it by lapping underneath the tip, I let it slide deeper. He was quite big in girth but I managed to take it all in and just hold it a few moments suppressing my gag reflex. I looked up as I massaged his cock with my lips and tongue, he was undoing his shirt and smiled at me as he threw it to one side. He had a lovely body, not over muscular and a slight raised tummy but all very firm, just as I like it.

Anthony stood back and slipped out of his boxer shorts, bending naturally as he did made him look even sexier and I a felt a tingle go through me, I wanted this man to have me so much, common sense and any caution about work colleagues was out the window. Anthony plumped up the pillows and lay in the middle of the bed before slapping aside him and summoning me up. 

I was still on my knees in awe of the whole situation so it sort of woke me up and I joined him on the bed, I naturally positioned myself beside him and under his arm and I took in his full scent as I got close, my hand ran over his chest, he had a slightly hairy chest with a concentration around his sternum and nipples, it felt good to be smoothing my fingers gently through them and only natural to wrap my lips over his nipple, my fingers meandered over his tummy and down towards his cock, he had closely trimmed his pubes or perhaps he had shaved them and they were growing back but they were neat and soft as my fingertips wandered through them to the base of his cock. 

It was so hard and rigid I could not resist wrapping my fist around it and starting to slide up and down, he moaned with clear satisfaction and that was the only encouragement I needed to continue. My fingers brushed around the tip of his cock on each stroke and the precum helped lubricate his shaft in my hand, all too quickly he pulled my hand away but he turned towards me and pulled me up to kiss me. We lay on the bed entwined and kissing, our cocks rubbing against each other, both hard, mine very wet too. 

The sensations were ringing through me and I wanted it to last forever, it did last for long time but eventually Anthony started to breath heavier and heavier, I felt him hold his breath and pull away but turning me over at the same time so we were in the spooning position, he pulled me in close. I felt his cock rest on my arse as he calmed his breathing down, my arse muscle was pulsing in anticipation and my legs opened slightly so his cock found the valley between my cheeks, he did not pursue it but rested there, he pulled me in and kissed my neck which just made my arse push towards him, it was not possible for me to pretend anything else he had to know I wanted him to take me. Instead he lowered the tempo of the whole thing, he kissed my shoulders and slowly started to rub his cock up between my cheeks and towards my back, nowhere near my rosebud muscle that wanted him so much, but still just between my cheeks. 

I could feel his hot cock and his balls being pressed against me, they sliding easily on his precum and i started to match his rhythm. I suppose it was dry humping but it was not dry it was smooth and sensual and very hot. This lasted for a long time, he changed the tempo a few times and it just got better and better.

I wanted to beg him to fuck me but I have never been very verbal and kept the thought in my head. Just when I thought I was going to overcome that reticence he flipped me over on my tummy and knelt over my legs forcing them closed, I knew he was stroking his cock and in a few moments I felt the result, his hot cum splashed over my arse and back, the intensity of his moans expressing his pure pleasure. Soon after he lay beside me and kissed me gently, I lay still and let my lips gently embrace his, nothing needed to be said.

My mind was dragged back to the present by the dental nurse calling my name, judging by the tone it was the second or third time she had called it out, I started and looked at Anthony, 

I just said "can you wait?" 

He replied 

"That is exactly what I am doing"

To be continued ...



Working as a Flasher



I was sitting at the food court exposing my six-pac, just to give the ladies a little treat. I know it turns them on to see all those rippling muscles in my belly, and hey, it's not against the law to have your shirt open. I really get off more by letting them see my Johnson but hey, you can get arrested for that.

So anyway, this sexy broad just walks right up to me and starts talking as she stares at my belly. I'm thinking lady this is your lucky day, you're gonna get a taste of Pauly Vee. Turns out, she wants my body all right but not for a little somtin, sometin, she wants to hire me. 

"My name is Karin Vestar and I run a club called The Prong, it's a women's club and we like to parade men around naked for our ladies enjoyment. Everyone seems to be enticed by that show, Jersey Shore, and by Mike 'The Situation,' do you know whom I referring to?"

"Hey lady I'm twice the man that Guido is..."

"Young man we don't allow such slurs at our club."

"Anyway he not even from Seaside Heights, at least I got a cousin that lives there."

"All I'm hopping is that what's in your pants is at least halfway as impressive as that dynamite belly of yours"

With that, she just grabs a hold of my junk and gives it a squeeze. Well I must have passed the test cause she then gives me a card and tells me to show up Friday for an audition. 

I hate to call myself a flasher because that makes you think of that dirty old man in an overcoat that hangs out down by the boardwalk. Still I sure get off on showing my junk to the ladies and if this broad is telling the truth about paying me, I'm all over that. When I got there Friday, I'm wearing the tightest jeans I got and a cut off tee shirt that shows off my abs. In the lobby there is five other gumbas waiting to interview and I see right away that I'm the best in the room. I walk into the office relaxed, as I already know this job is mine. There's five old ladies waiting for me and they're hot enough for me to think that I'd do every one of them. The one in charge is that Karin from the food court and she tells me to strip. When I pull down my jeans one of em says,

"Look girls he goes commando, I like that in a boy."

"I don't wanna have no visible panty lines," I kid.

"OK turn around; let's see those buns of yours."

I do as she asks cause I know how the ladies like my firm ass. They ain't said nothing bout my Johnson and I'm starting to sport major wood now. Then the oldest lookin one, she must have been at least thirty-eight, waves me over with her finger. She reaches out and grabs my dick, I think she's trying to shock me but I don't fall for it. I push my body out so she can get a good grip and then she really begins to play with it. Man, it was hot, I'm watching these broads watching me getting jacked off, and I'm about ready to bust a nut so I give her a warning. Instead of stopping like I thought she would, she starts going faster and when I start to nut she puts her other hand to catch my jizz. Then these crazy broads start playing in it, she walks around the room and they all put their fingers in it as they chat about my cum, talking about volume, and consistently and shit like that. 

"Ladies, I think he will be all right for the position, even if he orgasmed too fast. We'll start him out in a double ring and that will help with his lack of self control and even if he cums, it will help keep him hard." 

She went to her desk and got a contraption that was two rings connected together with some leather straps. She slipped one ring over my pecker and then the other one over my balls. Next she started rubbing me again, believe me it didn't take me long to sport wood. Then she snapped the straps so that everything was in place. All the ladies loved how it made me jut strait out with my balls up tight against my cock. Karin told me to come back Saturday night for my first gig, a bachelorette party. Man, just thinking about it made me hard all day I was gonna love showing off to these bimbos.

The night of the party, I wasn't even a little nervous; I was ready to have some fun. Karin gave me my instructions, I was to let the women do whatever they wanted to me, and I wasn't allowed to touch them unless they paid extra. I was not supposed to cum unless they paid extra but she said because it was my first night she would understand if I couldn't control myself. I told her not to worry I could handle it, and then she pushed me out into a room full of drunk horny women.

They all screamed and laughed when they saw me as I walked up to the bride to be and told her I was her evening's entertainment. Her embarrassment turned me on and she turned bright red when her friend demanded that she hold me in her hand. She hid her face in one hand as she meekly touched my rod with her fingers. Then her friend screamed as she laughed hysterically, 

"Not like that Rachael, like this."

She was drunk and as she grabbed me, I thought she might pull my dick off my body. I was passed down the line like a bowl of mixed nuts as each girl got a turn holding my junk. Even the ones who didn't want to touch me were teased by the others until they relented. By the time the party was over, I was bruised and sore and I needed to cum something fierce.

At the end of the night as I walked out of the club, I had a pocked full of tip money plus a bonus Karin gave me for doing such a good job. I knew that I'd found my perfect gig, to be paid for what you love to do is everybody's dream and now I was living it. Now all I had to do was to find some Guidette to get my rocks off, cause I was sure horny. Oh yeah life is good.



Working at Burger King



A Not-Typical Night Working at Burger King

Many years ago, I worked as an assistant manager at a Burger King while I was in college. It was a good job for me at that time. The job was made better once I realized it was just a college job for me.

It was also where I met Karen, my girlfriend through most of my college years. We hid our relationship from the store manager though many of our co-workers knew about our relationship. This meant that, on many occasions, Karen and I worked together. 

Occasionally, we closed the restaurant together. Rarely, it was just the two of us closing; usually there was at least one other employee helping. Because I had a car, I tended to drive everybody home after we were done. Many times, if Karen was with me, we'd go back to the restaurant after dropping everyone else off so that we could make out and screw our brains out. Since we both lived with our parents, this was one of the few places we could be alone.

Over time, we started to push the envelope. My favorite game we played when it was just the two of us closing the restaurant. I remember the first time we played this game like it was yesterday.

It was a Friday night. At 11:00 PM, the only other person with us headed home. So it was just Karen and I left. It was also the time we closed the dining room and went drive-thru only. We stay open for another hour after this; and it's usually really quiet this last hour. It gives us a change to get a lot of the closing work done so that we can get down to business earlier. 

The first fifteen minutes went by like a normal, quiet Friday night. Karen was cleaning up in the back, I was cleaning up in the front and taking care of the few customers. Then things changed when Karen called me into the back of the restaurant. 

When I got to her, she wraps me in a bear hug and plants a huge kiss on me. When she's done kissing me, she tells me "I have an idea. You willing to switch places with me and stay back here to clean?"

"I guess," I just can't think of anything else to say. And, I'm puzzled because she has never asked me to stay in the back before. She usually does it because she is faster at it.

She smiles, "Good." Next thing I know, she has my pants and underwear pulled down and is taking them off of me. When she's done, I'm in the back of Burger King, while our drive-thru is still open, wearing socks, shoes, a dress shirt and a tie. Oh, and my cock is hard and poking out between the panels of my shirt. 

The drive-thru buzzer picked that moment to go off. Karen goes up front to take care of the customer. I stand there like an idiot waiting for her to return because I don't know what else to do.

She returns and fills me in on what is left to do. "The only thing left up front is cleaning the far side of the sandwich board and putting everything away. There is no reason you shouldn't be able to do that like you are. And, you should be able to help me from there as well if I need it." She gives my cock a quick stroke and goes back up front. Puzzled and now horny, I go to the sandwich board to start putting things away. 

I end up in the walk-in cooler. I have never before been in there before undressed. The sensation is weird but enjoyable. I drop some pans off at the sink and return to the sandwich boards to grab more things to put away.

As I'm heading towards the walk-in, Karen gets in front of me and takes my cock in her mouth. I'm fully hard instantly and enjoying getting a blow job in the front of the restaurant. Before I cum, the drive thru buzzes and Karen stops what she is doing and goes to take care of the customer.

Pointing at the pans I'm carrying, she tells me "Don't forget to put those away."

I realize what just happened and I walk into walk-in with a major hard-on. I open the door and feel the cold on my wet cock. It feels amazing. After 30 seconds of it, I'm no longer close to orgasm and can focus on work again.

I keep grabbing and putting stuff away for the next few minutes. When I'm back at the sandwich board again, Karen is back and starts blowing me again. This time, we don't get interupted by the drive thru. Instead, as I'm getting ready to cum, she stops and goes back to work leaving me hanging.

After I don't move for a minute, I hear "Get back to work."

Her comment makes me realize she isn't going to let me cum. I get back to cleaning up but I'm distracted by how hard and horny I am. And this time, when I go into the walk-in, the blowing air feels like it could make me cum. But the cold makes that sensation go away pretty quickly.

When I leave the walk-in, Karen is calling me, she needs help. I look and see four cars in the drive-thru. So I go wash my hands, and head to the rear sandwich board to help. 

It takes about five minutes to serve all the cars. My cock has softened a bit. I'm not soft, just not fully erect. Being up front, naked, with customers near, was definitely exciting. I'm enjoying this a ton.

Next, I go and grab the frozen burgers to put those away. As I walk into the back, Karen uses her hand until I'm hard. She is then kneeling in front of me and sucking my cock.

It feels like an instant and I'm ready to cum. She stops before I cum, which I expected this time. But, before she gets up, she licks my cock and balls getting them good and wet. She gets up and returns to the front. 

I realize what she did as soon as I open the door to the walk-in freezer. The frozen air is blowing on my cock and it is about to make me cum. But it is so cold, especially on my balls, that I can't cum. After enjoying the sensations for 20 seconds or so, I put the food away and close the freezer. I'm back to a semi-hard cock and nowhere close to cumming.

I move to the sink and start washing dishes. Pretty quickly, I get into a rhythm and my cock gets soft. I'm about half-way through when I feel Karen behind me pushing something into my asshole.

After getting over my surprise, I relax and Karen pushes a butt plug into me that we've used before. It slides right in, making me hard and making me moan. Karen reaches around and starts to massage my cock and balls with one hand while the other is fucking me with the butt plug. 

She starts stroking my cock and fucking me with the butt plug. I'm quickly ready to cum. Before I do, she removes her hands but leaves the butt plug inserted. I moan and thrust my cock around looking for her hand. 

"Sorry honey, no orgasm until we're done closing." And she disappears back to the front of the store.

It takes me a few minutes to calm down and get back to the dishes. Somehow, I manage to get through them. It's difficult because the butt plug hits my prostate ever time I move and I feel it in my cock. 

Five minutes later, I'm done with the dishes. It is finally midnight and time to close. After checking that we have no customers, I walk to the circuit box and turn off the exterior lights. The butt plug feels like it is massaging my cock with every step I take. 

I yell to Karen that we are closed. She starts tearing everything down. Me, I'm standing still because my next step has me closing out the cash. Which means going up front and standing by the cash register. The cash register that is next to the window. While my cock is hard and being kept that way by a putt plug. And Karen.

After waiting another minute, I figure what the hell and head up front. Once there, I look around and do not believe any one could see below my waist from the outside. To my surprise, as I'm counting the money, I test that theory as somebody is knocking on the window. 

My heart is pounding as I pop the window open and see a couple in a car. 

"Are you closed?" they ask.

"Yes, we closed at midnight."

They pull away. My heart goes back to normal but my cock is super hard. I've never considered myself an exhibitionist but apparently I like it. Karen heard the knocking and came running up front. She watched what happened, smiled at me and went back to work. And so did I.

Counting money while distracted is tough. Counting money with a hard, frustrated cock is tougher. Worse, the butt plug keeps hitting my prostate making sure my frustration level stays high. It's to where I don't want to walk because it feels so good.

I finally finish counting, taking about twice as long as normal. At this rate, it will take me forever to get through my closing work. I don't want to wait that long to cum so I start moving quicker. But as I move faster, the sensations from the butt plug increase making me moan as I walk through the store. I can just imagine what I site I am.

I come across Karen, she sees my condition and smiles as she gives my cock a few strokes. She moves on quickly starts as I just stand there trying to remember where I was going.

The next 30 minutes or so pass uneventfully. I'm getting through things a bit slower than normal but Karen is a dynamo. At this rate, we should be done soon. Or rather, she will be; I'm now sitting at the desk (sitting is easier; the butt plug doesn't move around and excite me constantly) trying to balance the cash for the day. I'm having a hard time of it and have to keep starting over.

As I'm getting close to wrapping up the cash, Karen comes in and tells me she's done. I tell her I'm almost finished. She takes this as an invitation to take a seat on the desk next to me. That's when I notice that she has removed her pants and panties. 

That immediately makes me lose my focus on what I'm doing. I keep looking at her; she spreads her legs a bit so that I can see her pussy. She looks me in the face and tells me I need to finish before we can play. 

That makes me look back at the balance sheet sitting on my desk and sigh. I pull the calculator over and start working on it again. All I can think about though is wanting to play with Karen's delicious pussy and cum; I just can't focus on this form. 

After five minutes of not getting anywhere, Karen tells me to take a break and check that everything has been cleaned. I head to the front with Karen following. I head to the back sandwich board first and as I bend over to check underneath of it, I feel her hand on my cock. She gives it a few pumps and moves the butt plug around a bit. I enjoy her hands but she quickly stops. I take that as a signal and stand back up. Opening the microwave, I peek in and feel her fucking me with the butt plug. Again, I stop and enjoy the sensations but they quickly stop again.

This goes on for the next five minutes. She has me so frustrated, I can barely walk. That's when she takes me into the walk-in. She kneels in front of me, takes my cock in her mouth as she starts stretching my balls out in the blowing, cold air.

Her mouth feels fantastic but the cold on my balls distracts me and keeps me from cumming. After a few minutes of this, she stops what she is doing and pulls me out of the walk-in. I get worried when she pulls me towards the freezer. Before we get there, she licks my cock like earlier but she also dunks my balls in some warm water.

Into the freezer we go. Between the blow job from a minute ago, the butt plug and Karen being half naked, I'm ready to cum. The freezer has other ideas.

The wetness of my cock and balls affects me immediately. For a split second, I felt ready to cum but then it went away. To my surprise, my cock starts to shrink within a minute. She notices and smiles at me, "Now you should be able to finish up your paperwork." And she takes me back to the office.

She's right. When we get to the office, I wrap up my work in 5 minutes. I go back to the front to finish checking everything when I notice that she forget to empty and clean the shake machine. I call to her and let her know. 

When she comes up front by the machine, she gets on her tiptoes to start disassembling the machine. I take advantage of that, and run my hands around her with one going to her pussy, and the other reaching under her bra and grabbing a nipple. I start to finger her when I realize she is horny too. I keep fingering her pussy until she starts moaning and moving her hips. As she has done to me tonight, I remove my hands and tell her to finish cleaning the shake machine. 

She moans but gets back to work. I let her work a few minutes before I trap her again. This time I reach up behind her, unhook her bra and remove it from under her shirt. I take the bra back to the office and leave her to finish up cleaning. 

Pretty soon after, she tells me she is done and we clock out. I pull her into the office, remove her shirt and put her on the desk. I put my hands on her boobs and my mouth on her pussy and start licking. 

She cums pretty quickly. As soon as she is done, I stand up and push my cock into her very wet pussy. Needless to say, I fuck her hard. The butt plug adds to the sensations I'm feeling. After a very short time, I cum in her pussy. My orgasm is intense and goes on for what feels like forever.

When I'm finally spent, I pull out. I turn around and Karen pulls the butt plug out with a rather indelicate plopping sound. We wash up, sit down and snuggle for a few minutes and head home.