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Fringe Benefit

By: Joe Average



"I'm glad you're with us, Mr. Bennett," said Josie, the human resources director. "I know we should have gone over these benefits and such before you started work, but better late than never."

"I think you should call me Adam," said the middle manager. "I'm glad you found the time, Josie." Adam wondered about the broad-shouldered woman across the desk. He wasn't so egotistical that he assumed any woman who didn't want to fuck him was a lesbian, but Josie sort of looked like...no, he shouldn't even think that! Not politically correct.

"Here's the corporate employee handbook," said Josie, handing Adam a sheaf of papers. "Plus some internal memos that cover some benefits we've added here that do not come from the corporate office. I don't think we need to read them aloud together!" she laughed.

"Certainly not," said Adam, taking them and opening the handbook.

"You'll notice that although our benefits package is competitive with other companies, you don't receive all your benefits immediately," explained Josie. "They're earned and accrued. For example--you get two weeks' vacation in your first year of employment, but you earn the first day after three weeks, the second day after six weeks, and so on and so forth."

Adam paged through the book as she spoke. "I see..."

"Same with health care," continued Josie. "You'd better plan not to get sick in the first month! Your health coverage doesn't start until four weeks into your employment. One week earns how ever many months, and so on and so forth."

"And so on and so forth. I see," said Adam. "That's no problem. I'm a pretty healthy guy."

"Yes, well--that brings us to the next issue. Our company recognizes the need for--oh! Hello, Marta."

Adam spun around in his seat to see who Josie was addressing. He was thunderstruck by what lay before his eyes.

She stood about five foot four--although three or four of those inches came from her sky high heels--and had shoulder length chestnut hair. Her smile lit up the room. She was wearing a tight short skirt and a gauzy low-cut blouse...a blouse that showed off a beautiful creamy cleavage and a pair of soft inviting breasts that bounced and jiggled even when she was standing still. Adam's eyes widened. These were sizable boobs. Adam was a longtime tit-man and had experienced a wide variety of big breasts in his single life. But Marta's made his mouth water. She had a healthy, European kind of build. She clearly was not the type to starve herself to be skinny and then have a surgeon pump up her tits to make up for the loss. These were clearly natural...and about an F or G cup, as far as Adam could tell. He couldn't help but stare right at them. Her nipples hardened and became more prominent as he did. In the awkward silence, Marta giggled.

Josie stood. "Come in, Marta. I'd like you to meet somebody."

She stepped in, smiling at Adam. Josie closed the office door behind her.

"This is our new marketing manager, Adam Bennett," said Josie, pulling Marta's arm toward Adam. "Adam, this is Marta. She's one of our corporate sluts."

Corporate sluts? He must have heard wrong. Adam began rewinding the tape in his mind.

"She's one of our corporate nuts." Sticklers for company policy? Entertaining eccentrics? 

Not likely.

"She's one of our corporate guts." Part of the real inner workings of the company? Workers with an unusual amount of intestinal fortitude?

No.

She MUST have said corporate sluts.

Adam blinked, but never took his eyes off Marta's proudly displayed cleavage. "Corporate WHAT?" he asked, having decided once and for all that he'd misheard.

Josie sat back at her desk, amused at Adam's reaction to the spectacularly built woman. "No, you heard right," she beamed. "We were brainstorming about what could we do to make this the best place to work around, and somebody came up with the idea of corporate sluts. Good-looking stacked women on the payroll to relieve tensions and satisfy any sexual demand--on demand!"

"Really?" asked Adam, resisting the temptation to caress Marta's breasts right then and there. "Whose idea was that?"

"Oh, it might have been mine," laughed Josie. "Marta here is not really my type. I don't like the big boobs. They get in the way. I help myself to Lisa Li, the cute little Japanese girl who sits two desks away from Marta."

"Ummm--I understand about your preference, Josie," said Adam, still smiling from ear to ear at the German born goddess. "But are there...male sluts for the other women employees?"

"Why?" laughed Josie. "Would you prefer that?"

"No! No," said Adam nervously. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I like..." He gestured weakly at Marta's abundance.

"Then perhaps you'd like to apply for that position? A job of male corporate slut might be fun," teased Josie. "Then again, I don't think it would pay as much as your management job, Mr. Bennett. If Marta is to your liking...go ahead, get to know her."


"Martha, tell me about yourself," said Adam, stroking her pretty face.

"It's Marta, not Martha," said Josie, "and she won't really be able to do that. Marta comes from Germany and doesn't know much English. But she doesn't need to. Marta?"

Marta looked over at Josie for approval. Josie nodded. Marta leaned forward, giving Adam a glorious look into the depth of her cleavage.

"Gefallen Ihnen meine Titten?" asked Marta, with a Teutonic giggle.

"I'd love to, thanks," said Adam, reaching for her chest. "Wait a minute! This is some kind of test, isn't it? In business ethics? You want me to refuse or I don't get the job, right?"

"You have the job, Mr. Bennett," said Josie. "There's no test or trickery here. We just want you to be familiar with ALL of our employee benefits. Use of the sluts--actually, they're called 'Corporate Support Staff' in all company literature--is spelled out in the memos that supplement the employee handbook. On page two, I believe. The Support Staff exists to relieve tensions, and so on and so forth."

"God damn," said Matt, now tracing the curvature of Marta's big boob, and lingering on where he could feel her cigar-sized nipple through the blouse.

Josie stood up. "I'm just going to get copies of your Social Security card and a few other things, Adam. I'll be back in a few minutes." She left the room.

Marta reached for Adam's hand, which was still fluttering lightly around her boobs. He wasn't sure where to start! Marta took his hand and jammed in in her cleavage. She smiled, looking to Adam for approval. Adam had closed his eyes to savor the warmth of Marta's breasts on either side of his hand. Marta touched his face. He opened his eyes and nodded.

Marta slowly and lovingly extracted her hand from between her breasts. She pulled her peasant blouse down over her shoulders and shimmied her arms free. Then she reached for the upper part of the fabric and yanked it down to expose her creamy breastflesh and hard, nubbly nipples. She smiled from ear to ear as she watched Adam savor her abundant femininity.

"Moechtest Du mal kosten?" she asked. Adam didn't need to understand German. He just nodded his head.

Marta reached for that head, and grabbed it roughly. She pushed him down to her boobs, and lovingly encouraged him to suck. 

And suck he did, almost as though he expected this gorgeous vision to produce liebfraumilch. Marta started bucking her curvy behind up and down on the chair as Adam nibbled and licked.

Suddenly, Marta pushed his hungry mouth away. Adam moaned his disappointment, but the German girl's smile told him he had nothing to fear. She crooked her finger at him and beckoned. Adam stood up and walked toward the topless Teuton.

Marta looked up at him, her chestnut mane framing her sexy face. Moisture seemed to form over her full lips as she smiled. Without breaking her loving gaze, Marta reached forward and unbuckled Adam's belt. In a moment, his khakis were around his ankles on the floor, and the big titter was fishing Adam's cock from his Fruit of the Looms.

"Ich liebe Ihren Schwanz!" she almost squealed when she yanked his underwear off. She cupped his heavy testicles and raised the head of his cock to her mouth by lifting those overfilled balls. Those sexy lips, teeth, and tongue gingerly closed in on the bloated head. Soon, Marta was sucking Adam with the same force he had used on her tits moments ago.

Adam grunted happily. He started bucking his ass back and forth, pleased at the way Marta was able to keep his cock in her mouth, and bounce her big tits against his legs. He hoped he'd save up some spunk so that he could coat her throat AND her cleavage.

He felt her soft hands tickling his sperm-laden balls. This made him buck harder. One of Marta's hands fluttered around the cheeks of his ass, playfully teasing his anus. He started moving his lower body from side to side as well as up and down, he was so aroused. Marta, bless her heart, kept up with him, slathering the shaft and head of his cock with her saliva the whole time. Finally, Adam knew it was time. He thrust forward and felt his cockhead knocking at the back of her throat. His happy grunts turned into a sustained guttural moan.

Marta grasped his balls firmly again, and lifted his cock head from her mouth. She pointed it at her tits like a firehose and waited expectantly. Her eyes and her smile were wide as she looked up at Adam, giggling in excitement.

In a moment, the sticky fluid started to burst forth. Marta almost sang out as she poured a torrent of cum all over her tits. She frosted the hard nipples. She prodded the heavy undersides. She coaxed it with her tongue and lips. Finally, she dropped it heavily and reached for her knockers with both hands. As she rubbed it in like face cream, she whispered "Lass es uns gleich nochmal machen!" to Adam.

The door noisily burst open. Josie entered with Adam's Social Security card and a sheaf of photocopies.

"Here you are, Adam, I think...oh, wait. What's going on here?" she said, seeing Marta rub Adam's cum into her marvelous breasts.

"I'm enjoying my fringe benefit," explained Adam calmly as Marta started teasing his dick with the palm of her hand again.

"Oh, no," said Josie, shaking her head. "No, no, no, no!" she insisted as she pulled Marta's blouse back over her monstrosities.

"Why not?" asked Adam, awkwardly tugging up his khaki pants.

"It's right here on page two of the memo supplemental to the employee handbook," said Josie as she ushered a struggling Marta from the office. "Use of the Corporate Support Staff is earned and accrued. One month of employment earns one day of service, two months, two days, and so on and so forth..."

Fringe Benefites



Allie was over the moon when she arrived at eleven thirty that morning for an interview for an Assistant Editor position for Young Publishing firm, one of the hottest up and coming small publishing houses in New York. She was even happier that she's hopefully get one foot in the door and have her passion for writing finally go into print. But first, she needed a good job to pay for the expenses that came with it. At twenty-five, her bills were starting to pile up; student loans, rent, and her miniscule office job was not making the cut. She pulled a piece of lint off of her black pencil skirt and heard a door swing open.

A handsome man in his late thirties greeted her, his dark eyes trailing up her legs. "Ms. Sanders?" He asked, extending his hand out to her.

Allison stood and shook his hand. "Yes. Are you Mr. Young?"

"Yes. Just call me Eric. Let's go into my office. Mr. Greene couldn't be present today. He had to go out of town for a few days."

"Allison nodded and pulled her bag up onto her shoulder and followed.

Eric closed the door behind them and motioned for her to have a seat.

He came around the desk and held his tie down as he took his seat and picked up a sheet of paper and a pair of glasses. He put his glasses in front of his eyes and scanned over her resume. "So you went to school for business?" He placed the glasses on the desk and looked at Allison.

"Yes, but my passion has always been writing. I've learned how publishing companies work and I feel that I may be able to put some of my business knowledge into your company."

"There will be quite a workload for someone of little experience, such as yourself. Both my partner and I will need your...assistance. Personal favors."

"I am ready to take on whatever I need to. The ad said training would be given. I am a fast learner and will work hard."

Her eyes met his as she challenged him, begging mentally for him to give her the job.

"Ms. Sanders," He said, matching her gaze with a mischievous grin. He was very sexy, even for an older man. His upper chest was tight and Allison could see he took good care of it, even through his suit jacket. "But, I don't think you understand. There is much more to your title than editing and learning the strings. Then there you may have to stay late some nights."

"That's fine, I can handle it."

"I'm sure you can. I really do want to hire you. There is something trusting about you. And trust will be needed for this position."

"Okay..." Allison was beginning to wonder where he was going with this.

"I trust that you will not run out of this office screaming when I tell you this, but, there are needs that have to be fulfilled. – my business partner – and I have needs to be taken care of. Sexual needs. You fit the type we are looking for."

Oh! Allison thought to herself. The proposal sent a delightful twitch to her belly.

"Tell you what, why don't you come back at 5:30, most off the staff is gone. Show me that you really want this. I want to see if you can handle the load," he smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with a sexy sinister look.

Allie's face flushed as she looked into her lap playing with her hands. "Um. Sure, maybe."

"Ms. Sander, you have very trusting eyes. I believe that you can keep this between us. I wouldn't want anyone to try to sabotage our company and good name if word got around. If you are uncomfortable, you just simply do not return later. I do want you to also trust Mr. Green and I.

"Is this something you do often – I mean, do you ask all you female employees to do this, and if so, do they cooperate?"

Like I've stated earlier, Allie, if you'll allow me to call you by your first name."

"That's fine," Allie nodded.

"You fit the physical type Mr. Green and I appreciate, something we learned about one another in the twenty years he and I have worked together, one would think we are the same man," Eric chuckled. "You are what we desire - young, supple, beautiful. We have very eclectic tastes in our women. So, no, we do not ask all of our employees. If you decide to accept, then you'd be the second." Eric licked his bottom lip as the words young and supple rolled off his tongue, causing a slight throbbing in Allie's groin. She shifted in her seat, sending that delicious smile to his face.

His eyes bore into hers. "Business mixing with pleasure, if you'll have it," he continued. "I will tell you more if you decide to come tonight."

Come, Allie's head rambled, as the throbbing worsened. She uncomfortably pulled at the hem of her shirt, trying to cover her knees. I bet he could make me in a heartbeat.

"Mr. Young – Eric. I will consider all that we've discussed."

"Then, there is nothing more to discuss. The position is yours regardless of your decision." Allie was being worn down with every sexually insinuating word he said. She tried to control the racing in her veins as Eric stood up and stepped to her side. Allie attempted to stand, her legs like jello from her nearly climatic conversation with him. Flustered, she clutched her bag, grateful to her legs for keeping her balanced. She kept her eyes low, avoiding his penetrating stare, she was sure she would go into a full blown orgasm if she looked at him.

They walked to the door of his office. She could sense that Eric knew what a pile of horny mush he was making her into, so he held the door and quietly said, "I hope to see you later, Ms. Sanders," before Allie walked out of his office and past the hustle and bustle of the publishing firm.

Allie walked home in deep concentration. She still had a couple hours to think about the proposition that had been unexpectedly thrown at her. She could simply just not return to the office and stay clear, but something deep in her womanly parts enticed her more into accepting the offer. Eric was an extremely handsome and successful man and she could definitely sleep with someone like him, especially someone older, with more of an experienced hand. Allison had long been tired of little boys trying to satisfy her needs. What about Mr. Green? She'd be involved with two men, a personal fantasy that she had never experienced . What if Eric or Mr. Green were married with children? She didn't see a wedding band on Eric, but who wore them anymore? And wasn't this considered prostitution? She couldn't be known as a whore and a home wrecker. Allie had already physically admitted back in his office that she was a little excited about her extra advantages that came with the job description. She had been lonely and needing some other forms of 'enjoyment' in her life besides writing; she'd been in a sexual drought since moving out on her own. Plus, maybe the experience would be good for her creativity; the most enjoyable part of what she wrote were the steamy sex scenes between her characters.

"Ah, fuck it," Allie said aloud as she stopped in front of Starbucks for a cup of coffee. It was a done deal. He brain and her body made her decision.

Allie grabbed her coffee from the barista and practically ran the rest of the way to her studio apartment. She removed her skirt and blouse, hanging them until she was to put them on again and wrapped her hair in a bun before hopping into the shower. She squeezed shower gel into her hands and lathered herself. Her hands had a familiar touch to them; what would Eric's hand feel like all over her body? She closed her eyes and could see him, unable to help herself from being caught up in a fantasy. Her hands traveled over her mound and began exploring, sending desirous impulses through her lower regions. Her body begged for her to continue, but Allie stopped, deciding to wait for whatever may happen with Eric. Allie continued to shower, and went over any stubble on her body with a razor and rinsed her body off. Pulling back the shower, she examined her nude body in the full length mirror to make sure there were no unsightly blemishes. Feeling confident, Allie moisturized and put on the most expensive matching lacy undergarments she owned. Thank you, Fredrick's of Hollywood, she thought, as she dressed in her suit once more.

Allie returned to the office building at five thirty sharp. The nerves twisted in her body as the elevators doors and she opened and stepped through the glass doors of Young Publishing, unaware of what to expect.

The office was almost empty except for the few employees who were finishing up the day's work.

"You've returned," said a whisper behind her. Allie turned, meeting eyes with Eric.

Something tugged at her insides; eagerness, curiosity perhaps? "Yes."

Eric's lips curled upright in a small smile. "You don't know how glad that makes me. My office?"

"Will the others be gone soon?"

"Soon. They are just about to go for the evening."

"They won't think anything?"

"Just that I am taking our new assistant to dinner to celebrate her new position."

There it was again. Eric's play on the word position. " Now, come into my office.

Allie followed him through another set of glass doors with drawn blinds.

"Sit right there, on my desk."

Allie did as Eric requested and he approached her.

"So, Allie, it seems I owe you an explanation about our unusual requests."

Eric pulled Allie's pencil skirt to her mid-thighs and slid his hand up her skin, his fingertips dancing over the elastic of the panty's leg bang. Allie's insides didn't know how to react; it was if every nerve ending in her body was running and bumping into one another.

"Solomon and I had known each other quite a while. We both shared an interest for publication, writing and women. We were young, driven and hardly had time to the ladies, besides the occasional fling here or there. That's no way to live; every man has needs, a carnal hunger for sex. We both had no time to court a woman, let alone get married and have children. We took pride in our success to let any of that ruin it. As we grew older, our sexual needs became stronger, out of control like a wildfire.

Allie mentally sighed in relief when she heard neither men was married.

"The occasional woman wasn't enough, so we decided to embark on a new idea. And that is where you come in. Our first girl was with us for almost ten years. She'd gotten married and soon her husband found out she was having an affair. She never told her husband exactly what her job description entailed, but she decided to leave the company to satisfy her husband and have children. We are not those kind of men to keep someone from having what their heart wants, so we had let her go."

Eric continued to toy with Allie as she was listening intently to his smooth voice, almost hypnotized. She took in his features; his dark brown hair with the beginning of salt and pepper tips, his cocoa brown eyes, his square jawline, high cheek bones and his lips, the full pouty lips that silently spoke of his sexual adventures. Allie's train of thought became distracted by the idea of kissing those lips, feeling them on her body kissing every sensitive spot on her skin.

A moan had risen up in Allie's throat. She became flustered. No man had ever touched her this sensually before. Eric looked delighted at the affect he was having on her and placed his hand over her over her sex over the cotton panties. As he palmed it, he tickled her lips with a finger as his palm hit just the right spot at the front.

"Ms. Sanders, we are not bad men. We just like to have a little fun." The word fun rolled off his lips. Allie watched his mouth; the way the tongue hit the roof of his mouth as her pronounced the 'n'.

Oh, God! Allie thought as her body began to tremble. Not now, please! She begged her body, but the feeling controlled her. She convulsed, just merely minutes after he began barely touching her.

"Were we a little...eager, Ms. Sanders? " Eric smiled a satisfied grin.

Allie's face reddened from the embarrassment of being to quick. "I'm sorry," she panted, trying to control her breath.

"There is nothing to be sorry about. It means that you enjoyed it. But, there is more to come, so I hope that you can keep up the pace." Eric loosened his tie undid the button and zipper of his pants and pulled out a massive, stiff cock. Oh! Allie exclaimed in joy to herself. He grabbed Allie up and sat her on the edge of his desk, knocking off paperwork . His mouth worked on hers and when he felt he'd had enough, he grabbed her hips, pulling Allie to the edge of the cherry stained wood, her butt cheeks skimming the wood.

Eric slid her panties to her ankles and positioned himself between her thigh, his head meeting her lips. "You are quite ready, Allie." He held the shaft and ran the tip up and down her lips until the parted and he continued running himself along her tender, sensitive spot. Allie tried to have control over herself, but her body was screaming for some internal attention. She wrapped her legs around Eric's waist and bucked her hips forward, sending him to slip in deep. "Ah!" Allie moaning in delight. Eric's lips were squeezed together as if he were in deep concentration, watching his dick inside her. He placed his hands under her butt cheeks and pulled him into her. Just when she thought their skin couldn't be touching enough and he couldn't be in deep enough, he proved her wrong. She could feel in the bottom most parts of her stomach. "Allie, you feel so good," Eric panted, hardly putting in any work yet.

Just as they were getting into a steady pace, Eric's office door swung open and an attractive, tall, auburn haired man entered. "Eric, why are you having all the fun?" He smiled slyly.

"Jesus, Solomon! A little privacy please? Why are you here already? " Eric said surprised. " Eric said, in disappointment. He pulled out of her and pulled his pants back up to his hips and fastened the enclosures. Allie dropped to her feet, stunned and exposed.

"Well, when you told me about this here...young lady, I was to excited, pardon my lack of a better term, to get back and check her out." He walked around Allie as she stood naked and he eyed her up. "She is exquisite, Eric. He slapped her ass. "Mmm, nice."

As Allie recovered from the sting, she felt like a piece of meat; a part of her was beginning to regret making this decision. "I don't think I can do this," Allie found her voice and spoke up. Solomon's demeanor was not that of Eric's; he oozed a sort of arrogance she wanted to stay away from. As much as she was ready to fix her clothes and pack up her pride and leave, her lust for the job and this venture kept her feet tightly bolted to the floor, her eyes on the good-looking Solomon.

"Dear, you knew what you were getting into and you knowingly make the conscious decision to

come here this evening, did you not," Solomon replied as he paced in front of Allie, looking her over from every angle.

Allie's eyes followed him as he went back and forth. "Yes, I did but - "

Solomon stopped and held up his index finger to her lips to silence her. "But, nothing." He licked his lips, and the sight of it sent Allie into a sexual rush again.

"Solomon, you've clearly frightened her with your barging through the door and brash attitude," Eric interjected.. Allie made her decision who she liked better, and it was definitely not Solomon.

"Maybe. Allie, is it? Maybe I can show you that I am not such a horrible man. Perhaps Eric here is right. Please forgive me. I've been stuck on a plane for hours and I am quite tired."

Allie's eyes went from Solomon's to Eric's for reassurance.

"He really isn't all that bad, Ms. Sanders," Eric said.

Allie let out a small sigh. She trusted Eric; something in his eyes gave her the instinct that he was a very honest man. But then again, the last time she looked into his eyes, she got herself into this predicament.

"Why don't you two continue? It was ill of me to interrupt." Solomon spoke.

"Are you going?" Allie asked.

"If you want me to, I will go."

Allie was a little intimidated to say no to both of these captivating, sex-craved men, but her dirty conscious helped her put on her brave face. "No, stay."

Solomon took a front row seat in front of Allie and Eric,and leaned back into the chair. His mouth gaping open as he became entranced in their show as Eric picked up with Allie where he left off before their interruption. Allie glanced in Solomon's direction and could feel her insides become more moist as Eric thrust and Solomon unzipped the front of his pants, revealing a trail of auburn pubic hair before he fished out his engorged dick. He was equally endowed as Eric. Solomon began to circle his index finger around the tip before his wrapped his fist around the shaft and began jerking quickly, his breathe hitching. He wasn't going to last long at the rate he was pleasing himself, but suddenly, he stopped.

"Eric, let's share now. Is that alright with you, Allie?" Solomon's voice was velvety smooth.

She nodded and seconds later, both Eric and Solomon surrounded her, removing her clothes and caressing her body with their lips and fingertips before stripping down. She took in the sight of both of their firm, taunt bodies and her conscience squealed in delight. Though both men were so much older, they were very particular about keeping the physiques in meticulous shape. Solomon came up from behind Allie and pulled her chin back towards him, resting her head on his chest as Eric's lips traveled along her throat. Both mens' excitement was peaked; Solomon's manhood tickled at the small of her back, Eric's just above her naval. The two men together weren't as gentle as it'd been with only her and Eric; they both became more carnal, more controlling over her body. Solomon sat back on the edge of Eric's desk, lifting Allie and placing her over his lap and entering her rear in a motion so swift, it was almost superhuman, whereas Eric spread her legs further apart and eased into her. Allie didn't even realize she taking his dick anally; the feeling was so pleasurable intense. Solomon pulled at Allie's hair and grazed her shoulder with his teeth as both gladiator bodied men competed for her body, matching thrust for thrust as they entered her from the front and behind. Allie watched Eric worked himself in and out of her, wishing she had eyes in the back of her head to watch Solomon also bucked into her. Allie was close as her small breasts were fondled and kissed. Her insides climbed, her pending climax would soon be washing over her. Then, both Eric and Solomon stopped, leaving her a shaky and her legs like jello.

The men switched positions around her and soon Solomon was at her front and Eric taking position behind her and burying their erections into her once more.

"Don't grit your teeth together so hard, you will ruin your pretty smile," Solomon panted, pausing a moment to take a pen off the desk and slide it into Allie's mouth. "Bite down."

As Allie clamped down on the hard plastic, she concentrated on Solomon as he continued, keeping up pace with Eric. Her climax was once again building, raging. Blood racing through her veins, her eyes dilated her nerve endings responding to every stroke and tongue lashing. Both men were buried so deep inside her as she exploded, a cry of complete ecstasy unfurling from her throat as she quivered into a powerful orgasm. Allie was biting so hard in the pen, her temples throbbed as she tried to come down from her high. Solomon and Eric's breaths were quick, warm on her skin. She wanted them to finish. As heavenly as her body felt, she silently wished they would hurry; she was as spent as she could be.

Eric and Solomon's low moans turned into animalistic growls as Allie felt both of their cocks tightening inside her and warm streams filled her. Both men rested their head on her shoulder, the three of them matching heavy breaths.

And that's how Allie's extra work would be.

Though Allie undoubtedly preferred Eric over Solomon, she wouldn't have guessed that Solomon was going to give her the pleasure that a regular climax couldn't take care of. Having the two men filling her up at once send her body into an overdrive frenzy. She didn't know which sensation to pay attention to and her body suddenly became weak and shaky as the buildup of her climax took over every time. She always finding herself fighting the urge to come so quickly, but everything those men did to her body just felt so good. So mind numbingly good. There was a deeper hunger in her body that she couldn't quite put out on her own or with anyone else, for that matter– but Eric and Solomon worked together to fulfill what Allie needed.




Fringe Benefites



Allie felt like a secret agent who lead a double life. By day, she was a hard working editor, by night, a sexy vixen who gave into the ways of two equally attractive men. She met with Eric and Solomon, sometimes together, sometimes one at at time a few times a week and gave into their every sexual desire and fantasy; one of the men would watch her with the other and please himself or the two would just nail her from front and back – on the copy machines, desks, chairs, their mouths on inches of her flesh that she didn't know existed, sweat dripping, the three of them moaning in harmony. If only the other employees knew that the office furniture and machinery were being used for other than their intended purposes.

Both Eric and Solomon treated her with the utmost respect, that is, until she became their dirty little girl that gave into their wildest fantasies. They lavished her with small gifts and meals from the best restaurants in New York City and only took her to high end hotels when they decided to move their trysts out of the office. When the daylight came, they shared private jokes about desk or equipment in the office that hair their own personal use from that of the typical.

My fringe benefits with my new job are very satisfying, to say the least, Allie thought. This is going to make a great story. She put the pen down, satisfied.



Fringe Benefits



I worked in a corporate environment for about five years before moving to the small business sector. I can only say one good thing about it and that's the benefits! And I don't mean medical or dental either. I'm talking about the fringe benefits... fringe meaning what you get on the side! 

We held sales meetings every month at the corporate office and I got to know almost everyone within the first year. One of the groups in corporate sales saw my progress and began to recruit me out of my remote sales office into theirs. Among these attempts were invites to executive socials, drinks, and incredible parties. 

On one such occasion, in late September on a Friday night, I was invited to an exclusive bar on the top floor of a downtown high-rise. I arrived at the elegant, dimly lit bar around 7:30 to find a few seldom-seen executives and a number of familiar faces. The bar was absolutely incredible. There were full height windows, a balcony surrounding the entire building and a multi-level deck on the roof. 

I took a seat in the plush leather chair next to Monique, the Vice President of Marketing. 

A waitress approached, leaned over so as not to interrupt the conversation, and asked me what I'd like to drink. Just as I was about to reply, Monique whispered to the waitress, in her heavy Australian accent, "He'll have what I'm having...Vodka Martini. Stoli's. Two olives." 

Looking forward, she leaned her shoulder into me, tilted her head and said under her breath, "I thought I'd take the initiative. You could learn from an older woman, Alex Daniels. No worries. You'll like it." Monique's voice was, unequivocally, the sexiest voice with which my name had ever been spoken. 

I couldn't really say anything. I was sitting next to someone who could have easily melted the cover of Playboy. What was I to say? "I'm sorry, Monique. Your initiative is noted, but I prefer to start off with something more my age...like Tequila." 

So, I said what any floored young man would have said to a senior executive, "Two olives? More is ALWAYS better. Surely you agree?" 

She grinned and replied, "Dear Alex, the night has just begun. Don't rush." I confirmed her insinuation with a short, deep chuckle and leaned back in my chair. 

Moments later, my drink arrived. I excused myself to join a few colleagues at the bar and, as I walked away, gave a quick glance back. She was watching me, as I expected. 

Throughout the evening, everyone meandered from the balcony to the bar. It was amazing that no one was talking business. There wasn't a single person in the bar that wasn't from our company and they were all talking about something else. I made sure I spoke with everyone before adjourning to the balcony where Monique had been for quite some time. I grabbed two glasses of red wine and made my way outside. I noticed a couple admiring the moon as it drifted behind the downtown skyline. Another couple was sitting at a table, but, for the most part, everyone else was inside. 

Monique was walking away from a conversation just as I stepped onto the balcony. I scoffed my shoe on the wooden deck to grab her attention as I made my way up the stairs to the deck on the roof. To my surprise (and delight), there wasn't a single light on the roof. I could see the shadow of a handrail against the lights of the city. The silhouette of a bench near the edge was just barely visible. I put the glasses of wine on the railing and sat down on the bench. I was expecting to hear footsteps, but all I heard was the wind whining through the handrails. 

Frustrated, I grabbed my glass of wine and walked over to the corner of the roof. I leaned back against the railing and relaxed my arms over each side as I took in the atmosphere. There wasn't a cloud in the moonlit sky. A few minutes passed before soft vibrations shook the deck. The sound of footsteps followed and then an hourglass-shaped silhouette emerged from the balcony below. Her arms were extended above her head releasing her hair from a bun, which was held in place by two silver rods. She dropped them on the deck and walked towards me, swaying from side to side. 

In anticipation, I put down my wineglass and widened my stance. She approached me without slowing. My body stopped her advance and she clutched both of my hands and whimpered just as her lips contacted mine. I commandingly wrapped her hands around my neck. She ran her fingers up into my hair and back down around my neck. She then took my lower lip into her mouth and kissed me deeply again. Tingles ran down my back and enveloped my entire body. I ran my hands down her arms and around to her stomach. Moving them back up around her breasts, I circled them once with my fingertips and then gently but forcefully cupped them. 

She trembled, shivered, and then slowly leaned back. Her eyes opened slightly and her brow dipped. She growled and said, "It took you long enough to come outside. I've been out here for twenty minutes." 

I slid my hands down back to her ass as I laughed and said, "I didn't notice. I was talking to Jennifer at the bar." 

"You're good," she said, "You play the game well. I just wonder if you know what you've done." 

I shrugged an innocent denial and said, "I take it you're not referring to my sales performance." 

She laughed a devilish laugh and said, "No. That's not the performance to which I was referring. I haven't felt turned on in years. 

I turned around and leaned her against the rail. She arched her back and pulled my face into her breasts. I slowly opened her suit to find a silky black camisole hiding two very erect nipples. Through her camisole, I clenched one between my teeth and pinched the other. She oozed moans of delight. 

I stood up and put on hand down around the small of her back and rubbed firmly between her breasts with the palm of my hand. She leaned back further over the rail and grabbed my hair pulling me into her. I slid my hand down to her ass and gripped tightly. With my other hand, I slipped my fingers in-between her skirt and her silky camisole running my hand from one side of her body to the other. A tremor ran down her body and I knew she was ready for more. 

With one fluid motion, I dove my hand into her skirt and untucked her camisole. I then drew my hand up her stomach and under her bra embracing a soft breast. Slowly removing my other hand from her pillow-soft ass, I traced her skin upward and found her neglected breast. I pushed her bra up and pushed her breasts together in pursuit of another moan before I moved onto more pleasurable deeds. She knew my wantings and pressed her lips into my hair and moaned my name. 

I dropped to my knees and rested my head against her stomach. My hands moved down to caress her ankles and then slowly advanced up her legs. She shook and moved her hips from side to side. I placed my thumbs between her tight skirt and the sides of her legs. She closed her stance to assist me. Still on my knees, I ran my hands up her legs, pushing her skirt up like an accordion around her waist to expose her black garter and panties. She immediately widened her stance. I could see the chilly wind taking its effect on her exposed thighs. I was going to warm them with my hand, but then I thought of a better way. 

Her inviting stance allowed my hands to run freely up her inner-thigh. I stopped just before her warmth and looked up. She was watching me, caressing and pinching her nipples. I moved my hands towards the top of her panties as if I was going to pull them down, but instead I teased her with a few tugs and then moved down towards her love to gently brush against her clit before I made my way down her legs again. She was wet and warm and almost intolerant of my teasing. Her breathing had escalated to a quicker pace and I was getting anxious myself. 

I guided both of my hands back up her legs and ever so slightly stroked her, feeling her wetness through her panties. I pressed my thumbs against her stomach and stroked her faster with my middle fingers. Her sporadic breathing convinced me to move this adventure to its next level. I unclasped her garter and jerked her panties down to wake her from her dreamy state. 

She stood up thrusting her chest forward and her ass out as she brought her legs together and grabbed my shoulders. I removed her panties and then stood up to taste her luscious lips once again. Despite the chill on the roof, her face had become hot and flush. We shared our heat in a long and desperate kiss. She wrapped one leg around me as she leaned against the rail and I pulled my leg up hard against her exposed moisture. 

She squeezed me tightly and then brought her hands around to my chest and ran them down to find my bulge. She pressed firmly with both of her hands as she rubbed her exposed nipples on my chest, smiling with excitement. She untucked my shirt and then probed into my pants with her fingers. They were cold and exhilarating. She scratched me with her fingernails before finding my now swollen bulge with one. The other trailed upward and began unbuttoning my shirt. 

I hurried her progress when I caressed her breasts and kissed her neck. She took my earlobe into her mouth just as she was finished unbuttoning my shirt and then tasted my neck and moved down my chest with her tongue. She couldn't wait any longer. She frantically removed my belt, unzipped my pants and dropped to her knees. I slowly messaged her shoulders as she cautiously unleashed her swollen prize. 

She leaned forward to take me in and then breathed heavily. I pulsed hard and swelled the head to release some of my love juice. She circled the head of my dick with her tongue and then her fingertip followed suit. She licked my stomach as she teased me. My body was flinching with bursts of pleasure. She pushed one hand up my chest and her other gripped my cock as she took me in. The warmth of her mouth forced a moan out of me that I couldn't control. I grabbed her hair and pulled back. She fought to keep her prize and I was only testing her desire to continue. She was hungry and determined to get as much of me as she could, but I was just as hungry. 

I stood her up and turned her around. She frowned as if she was not quenched, but I wanted to offer my share of pleasure. I laid her down on the bench. She rested one leg over the arm and I pushed the other back towards her as I began kissing her navel. She ran her fingers into my hair and held on tight as I traced her hairline with my tongue. She was thrusting her hips upwards, inviting my tongue to her love. I moved my tongue far to one side and sucked hard on her inner-thigh as I teased her clit with my finger. She was pulling on my head and thrashing her hips from side to side and up and down. 

I couldn't resist any longer. I took her swollen clit between my lips and very softly tapped with my tongue. She instantly arched her back and pushed harder into me. I plunged my tongue deep inside her, flicked it violently and then teased her clit again with my rigid tongue. She was pulling and turning my head as she closed in with her legs. She squeezed tightly and I responded with yet more flicking and teasing. 

I backed away just a little, pushed her leg back up and spread her lips with my fingers. I lost my grip in her slippery excitement and pushed them open again. I pushed two fingers just an inch inside her with my other hand while I continued tonguing her. She was so wet. I was definitely quenching my thirst. I took in her juices and spread her even wider and licked her slowly up and down. She was reaching her peak so I quickened my pace. Fingering her faster and faster. Licking her faster and faster. Suddenly she erupted. She shrieked and moaned first slowly and then frantically as she cried out in ecstasy. She jerked wildly, but my tongue finished her climax with a fast, rhythmic motion. 

She dropped back onto the bench from her raised position and motioned with her finger for me to come up to her. I laid her leg flat, crawled up onto the bench and rested just above her with my arms on each side. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. I rested my weight onto her and let out a sigh of content. We laid there for just a moment and then I stood her up. She tickled my chest with her fingertip as she grinned and then walked towards the rail. I followed. 

She turned her head and smiled as she leaned her chest onto the rail and rewarded me with a glimpse of her still soaked love. I approached her slowly and pushed her camisole up around her neck. I leaned into her to feel her warm pussy against my cock. I gently rubbed her back. She was pushing into me and swaying her ass from side to side. I clutched both of her cheeks, spread them apart and entered her pulsating well just enough to catch the rim of my head inside her and then pulled out, escaping her attempts to surround me. 

I entered her again a little more than the first time and then pulled out again. The rim of my head popped out of her a little quicker and she whimpered a soft plead of mercy. With that, I plunged deep inside her. She wasn't expecting it. She cried out a shrill of pleasure and I quickly found my rhythm. It felt so incredibly good. I almost burst from the thought of it, but I wanted her to feel slippery satisfaction for a second time. 

I leaned forward to fondle her breasts, slowly pushing deep into her. My stomach laid tight against her back. She turned to kiss me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to me. I brought my hand around to her face and kissed her fervently. In between breaths and kisses, she moaned my name as I continued to hurry my rate. I pushed her back down onto the rail and grabbed her hips tightly. She widened her stance slightly more and bent her knees, and then she began rocking in a circular motion that almost sent me over the edge again. 

Following her lead, I slowed my motion as she found that magical spot. When she hit it, she jerked and then stopped her circular motions and quivered as she worked on that spot. I was in heaven. Her entire body except her hips remained still. She knew how to bring herself to orgasm and she was quickly on her way. 

With her hands on the rail, she shouted, "Cum inside me. Cum with me." I took over and began pounding deep inside her. Grabbing her hips tighter and tighter. She screamed and shouted madly. I told her to say my name again and she complied. 

"Alex. Alex. I'm cumming. Please cum with me. Cum inside me," she cried. I fired off my elation with a victorious groan and pumped even harder. She pushed into me as if to want more. I gave it everything I had until her cries subsided. She slowed her thrashing and let me slowly drain my juices into her until I had no more to offer. 

Her legs were weak (as were mine) so she turned to me and collapsed into my arms. I picked her up, laid her down on the bench and then walked towards the rail. She asked where I was going, but I pretended I didn't hear her. 

She whined, "Alex. Come back." 

I reached the rail and returned to her with our glasses of wine. I smiled and said, "I thought you'd be thirsty by now." She acknowledged with a grin and took the glass from my hand. 

I sat on the deck and leaned my back against the bench, resting my head against her shoulder. 

She asked why I hadn't attended one of these before. I thought for a moment and replied, "I had no idea there was such a beautiful view from the bar. I have to work this into my routine." 

She laughed and brazenly said, "If you're lucky."



Fringe Benefits



Shawn showed his employee badge to the TSA agent and was waved through to the metal detector. He quickly slid off the lanyard placing it into small bin to take a ride down the conveyor belt. Once he was fully cleared, he collected his belongings and headed away from the security checkpoint to the Office of Physical Plant. He clocked in then spoke to his boss's secretary before heading out to make sure the trash bins in the terminal were empty.

The 29 year old airport custodian landed this job just six months earlier thanks to his aunt, who was the administrative assistant for the deputy mayor, and her husband, a ramp agent for Atlantica Airlines. The five-foot-nine-inch dark skinned man with shoulder-length dreads had been uselessly lying around his grandmother's house until she passed away. At that time, his relations put their collective foot down demanding he get a job. All things being equal, Shawn enjoyed the gig. He was not fond of being a janitor, but he did like the pay and the thought of becoming a supervisor one day. Plus, there were fringe benefits.

As he rolled the oversized bin through the East terminal, he spotted an attractive figure walking towards him. From the front view, he could tell there was a juicy ass on this slender cutie. When he was closer, he smiled at the traveler and made sufficient eye contact. "Where ya headed," his baritone voice inquired when he a bit closer.

"San Francisco," smiled the rushing passenger.

"Slow down. Yo gate ain't far," he replied turning to catch a glimpse of the ass he knew would be there.

It was no surprise. The swift moving beauty was dressed simply in a plain fitted black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. This was not an outfit that would typically turn the heads of men, but the donkey booty that hid just underneath them would make any brother salivate. Each cheek was full and globular. The sweatpants were loose everywhere except around the buttocks. Shawn swore that ass was going to bust out at any moment.

Shawn picked up his pace and made it to the trash dump quickly. He ran to the time clock to swipe for an early break. The time was ticking away at T minus fourteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds. He checked the monitors for the departure assignments then rushed to Gate 9. Shawn slowed up a hundred feet or so away from the location assigned to the next flight to San Francisco. It was not scheduled to leave for another hour so he desperately hoped his sinister plan would work. He scanned the myriad of passengers – some talking, some texting, some pecking away furiously at laptop keyboards. Then he saw the beauty from earlier.

The big booty doll sat in a chair facing the terminal walkway. He took out a brush and ran it over his close cropped wavy hair. Then, he pulled out a container of lip balm and applied a generous amount to his full pouty lips. Shawn's dick instantly swelled. Shawn swooped into a vacant seat and leaned in towards the effeminate medium-brown young man. He whispered, "If you need to go to the restroom, there is a more private one downstairs. It's right off the stairwell past Gate 14." The traveler looked at him with his green contacts and smiled. "I gotta run. I'm on break only got thirteen more minutes," Shawn shared then disappeared.

The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-thirty-five-pound young man watched the toned custodian flee the scene. He quickly grabbed his messenger bag and roller carry-on suitcase. He darted in the same direction. He found the nondescript stairwell and descended quickly. Upon entering the men's restroom, he saw there were only two stalls – one of which was occupied by the man who had earlier informed him of the hidden facilities. The eager joined him and engaged the latch.

Barry Fielder noticed the commotion of the airport custodian chatting with the obviously flamboyant passenger on his same flight. Barry worked as the chief financial officer of a company with roughly six thousand employees. Barry was married with two children and had one granddaughter. He belonged to the country club. His favorite clothing store was Eddie Bauer. He was the typical WASP (white Anglo-Saxon Protestant) male – save for the fact that he loved dressing up in lingerie so he could be a slut for big Black cock. Barry slammed his laptop shut throwing it hurriedly in his luggage. He followed behind the other passenger to see what would transpire.

When Barry made it into the restroom, the first stall was closed so he took up residence in the second – careful to make no noise. He heard voices. It turned him on.

"Why did you bring me down here," lisped a soft voice. Barry knew this must be the sissy.

"Why you think? I wanna fuck that big ass you got," the much deeper voice replied.

"But how did you know."

"Look boo, it was the way you walk and carry yourself. Everything about you screamed 'fuck me'. So I'ma do just that. I ain't got long on this break so what's up," he heard the manly one observe and ask.

Barry heard ruffling in the next stall. Then came the deep voice again, "Suck on this dick real quick, boo." The slurping that followed indicated the cocksucker was feasting wholeheartedly on a large Black meat stick. Barry had no idea how big it was, but desperately wanted to find out. "Shit that feels good," moaned the sexy janitor. Then the manly one commanded, "Turn around so I can fuck that ass."

Inside the stall, bottom boy stood and turned away from Shawn. He eased down the sweatpants to reveal a pair of black lace boyshorts. Shawn licked his lips as he smacked the juicy cheeks with both his right hand and his dick. He slapped his rock hard eight inches against the flamboyantly gay's crack. Shawn worked up a sizeable amount of saliva in his mouth that he streamed down to the place where his cock met the waiting hole.

"What's yo name, baby," Barry heard him ask.

"Khristian," was the reply. "With a 'K'," followed with a noticeable wince. Barry imagined the top had asked the question to take the sissy's mind off the fact that penetration was about to incur. "Ooh damn it's too big," wailed the Khristian.

"Shut up and take it. You know you want it," ordered the aggressor. "Open that ass up for me."

"Ooh. Yes sir," groaned Khristian.

"You like that big dick up yo punk ass, don't you?"

"I do," he cried.

A thunderous smack and then, "You say 'yes sir' to me, faggot!"

"Yes sir! I love it!"

Barry could hear the pair going at it. The sounds of the man's flesh slamming repeatedly into the flesh of the much softer, demure panty boy sent chills through his body. He unbuckled his belt to release his own stiff five inch member. He began to jerk it in silence as he listened to couple next banging against the rickety walls of the cubicle next to his.

Shawn's eyes rolled in the back of his head as his fat dick stabbed away at the insides of Khristian's tight wet rectum. He thrust harder and each time as the depth of his ass seemed to be immeasurable. Shawn leaned back slightly squeezing together each of Khristian's ass cheeks with his hands. He pounded with increasing force as his body became taut with overwhelming hesitance. Three more generous, relentless, forceful heaves made Shawn exclaim, "I finna nut!"

"Cum in my ass," begged the sissy.

Shawn erupted in a huge moan. Barry knew this meant the load of the superior Black man had just been deposited into the hinterlands of the bottom's tight boipussy. Heavy breathing abounded until the deep voice said, "Where you from?"

"I live down in Hookville."

"Okay. That ain't but thirty minutes away. Where yo phone at?"

"Right here," Khristian dangled the device in front of Shawn.

"Lock in my number," Shawn directed then called out his ten digit mobile number.

Barry fumbled for his phone and tapped the information on his keypad.

Shawn exited rushing back to the time clock. He made it with seconds to spare.

Back at the gate, Barry spoke with the gate agent. Once the deal had been finalized, he waited for business class to board.

The loud speaker announced, "Passenger Green. Please come to desk." Khristian lugged his bags to speak with the attendant. He learned that he had been upgraded and boarded immediately. He was assigned seat 3-A. Once his bags were stowed, Barry leaned in close and began, "I heard everything. How big was that Black cock you were taking in the restroom?"



Fringe Benefits



I need a new job, he thought for the twentieth time that day. His current position reminded him of his former life in the military, namely the long periods of excruciating boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror. The nature of his job as a project coordinator in this cubicle farm meant that he would work twelve hours a day for two weeks, but spend the three weeks after that inventing ways to look busy. 

All in all, though, he considered himself fortunate to have such things to ponder. The pay and benefits were above average, the work when it occurred wasn't difficult, and the fringe benefits were, well, second to none. His female coworkers were the hottest he had ever seen. 

He had gained a reputation as, for want of a better term, a stress reliever. Though not a trained massage therapist, he had studied enough anatomy and technique on his own to be able to actually give effective back, neck, and shoulder rubs, the kind that actually left the recipient feeling much better. 

His skills had not gone unnoticed, with the office whisper network attesting to his expertise. Like most cubicle dwellers, his coworkers suffered from a variety of ills real and imagined, most having to do with extended periods of sitting in front of a computer. He didn't offer his services openly; they came to him, so he was not seen as some kind of obsessed stalker. He wasn't the best looking guy in the place, but he also wasn't an arrogant prick like most of his male coworkers. That made him popular as a friend as well. 

Fringe benefits, indeed. 

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"Hello, this is Tom." 

"Tom, it's Debbie. Gayle wants to see you." 

"About what?" 

"I have no idea. You know how she is. She says 'Jump!' and we say 'How high?'" 

"I'll be right there." At least he didn't have to make up reasons to look busy for a while. 

Gayle was one of the myriad vice presidents of the company, charged with developing and managing the overall marketing strategies. Smart and driven, she had clawed her way to near the top by force of will and superior talent. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. 

She was also pretty damn good looking for someone closer to 50 than 40, with clear blue eyes that sparkled, short blond hair that framed her angular face, and the kind of curvy, mature figure that came only with age. Full breasts filled her blouses and jackets and she dressed to accentuate her curves. He knocked on her doorframe. 

"Gayle? Debbie said you wanted to see me." 

"Yes, Tom. Please come in and shut the door." 

Uh-oh, he thought. That usually means something bad is about to happen. He did as instructed and sat in the comfortable chair in front of her desk. 

"So tell me. How do you like your job?" she asked. 

"Oh, it's all right," he lied. 

"Don't bullshit me," she answered. "I've been watching you for a while, and I can tell you're bored stiff most of the time. When you DO have something to keep you busy, you can do it in your sleep. The job is either too easy, or you're overqualified for it." 

"Well..." he began to respond. 

"I'll get right to the point. I don't think Cathy is managing you like she should. She knows you could do her job better than she can, and she feels threatened. She doesn't give you enough to do because she's afraid you'll show her up." 

He just stared back at her, unable to think of a suitable answer. She was right, but he had to tread carefully. 

She continued. "I think I have a way to put your skills to work. Start by giving me one of your famous neck rubs, and I'll tell you about some ideas I've had." 

His eyes widened in surprise. "Hey, the girls all talk, even to me. I know all about your mad skills with your hands," she said with a smile. He complied and walked around to stand behind her. "Right here," she said, indicating an area at the base of her neck and into her right shoulder. "I can never seem to get rid of that tension." 

He wasn't one to just grab and start squeezing. He could see in his mind's eye how the muscles overlaid each other, and his fingers could sense where they were the tightest. He gently began kneading that area through the fabric of her silk blouse, slowly coaxing the tissues into a more relaxed state. 

"Oh damn," she said. "You're even better than they told me. That feels great." He was actually working on both sides of her neck, and she could feel the tension beginning to drain from her head as her neck and shoulder muscles responded to his ministrations. 

"Here, let me make it a bit easier," she said, unfastening the top button of her blouse and pulling the fabric aside slightly to make the area around her neck looser. "Is that better?" 

It did make it easier to target the tense areas, but that wasn't what made it better for him. By unbuttoning her blouse even by that single button, she had begun to reveal what laid beneath it. From his perspective, he looked down on the tops of her mature tits, that little bit of swelling that he found so tempting in women wearing low-cut clothing. His hands were now on her bare skin, mere inches above them. He stopped breathing momentarily and his hands stopped moving. He felt like a kid catching his first glimpse of something naughty. 

"Why did you stop?" she asked. 

"Sorry," he replied somewhat sheepishly, resuming the massage. She caught the change in his tone of voice and tilted her head back slightly to look up at him. She caught his eyes looking at her chest, then smiled as he flushed. 

"Oh my, are you embarrassed?" she laughed. "All I did was loosen my collar." 

"Yes, well..." His voice trailed off. 

"Well, for goodness sake. They don't bite." With that, she brought up her hands and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, exposing her sizeable assets encased in a lacy, low cut white bra. "Is that better?" 

He didn't say a word. 

"I've never known you to not have something to say," she opined. 

"I've never seen you half undressed, either," came his answer. "Excuse me if I don't know quite how to react." 

"Then let me help." She laid her hands over his and slowly urged them down onto her chest, one hand on each of her glorious melons. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh as his hands covered them. 

Fully engaged again, he softly ran his hands over her fabulous breasts, gently kneading them and feeling her nipples through the thin fabric. His fingers traced the edges of the bra, then moved down to stroke the underside of each breast. Bringing his hands up, he rested them on the bare skin above each one, then with exquisite slowness moved them down until his fingers slipped between the fabric and her skin, letting his fingertips gently move across her nipples. She let her head ease back until it rested against his midsection and a low moan escaped her throat. 

"Your hands are magic," she whispered huskily. 

He smiled in reply. Anything he said would have ruined the moment. He continued to sensually rub her boobs. She truly had a world-class chest. 

His hands moved back to her shoulders, and he slid his fingertips under the collar of her blouse, moving it aside. She helped by sitting slightly forward, then shrugging it off her shoulders. Her own hands immediately reached behind her, and unfastening the hooks of her bra, she removed that and threw it on the desk. Her wondrous globes were now fully exposed. She turned her chair around to face him and looked directly into his eyes. 

"Happy now?" 

"Very. You have an incredible body." 

"Thank you. Show me what you can do with it." With that, she reached for him and drew his face to hers, locking him in a deep, lingering kiss, her tongue exploring her mouth hungrily. He dropped to his knees in front of her and she parted her legs to allow him to get closer. 

He leaned back and took a moment to take her all in. Between the fullness of her breasts and the effect of gravity, they were classically shaped and sized, two glorious cantaloupes just begging to be devoured. She was no bony twentysomething; this was a real woman with a real body. Her stomach was surprisingly flat for a woman her age, her waist still small enough to curve enticingly into her hips. She wore an expensive skirt that came to just above her knees, and he noticed that she didn't wear pantyhose over her smooth, tanned legs. She still had it, yes she did. 

He buried his face in her breasts and grasped one in each hand, taking in the scent of her skin while his fingers stroked her nipples. He began licking and kissing each one, letting his tongue trace lightly over each and occasionally flicking the nipple as she closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. 

"Your hands are the only thing you know how to use," Gayle whispered. 

"Mmmmmpphhh," came his muffled reply. 

While his mouth continued it ministrations on her tits, his hands moved down her hips to her legs, lower and lower until reaching the bottom of her skirt. With exquisite slowness he slid them under the hem, marveling at the feel of her smooth skin as he moved them up her thighs. He moved his hands from the outside to the inside, from her knees to her hips, occasionally letting just his fingertips lightly brush across her pussy. His arms lifted her skirt higher each time, until looking down he could see that she only wore expensive white French-cut panties under it. His thumb rubbed her pussy from bottom to top, pausing to press against her swelling clit as she gasped. 

"Oh fuck yes that's good," she managed to say. 

Bringing his fingers higher, he hooked them into the waistband of her panties and slowly began pulling them down. She lifted her hips slightly so he could get them from under her ass, and as he leaned back she lifted her legs so he could remove them completely. 

Throwing her panties aside, he ran his hands to the undersides of her thighs, and with gentle pressure pushed her legs apart. He noticed that she didn't shave, but rather maintained a well-trimmed bush that matched the hair on her head. He liked that, never having gotten used to the look of an adult with a "shaved schnauzer", as one of his friends called it. Her pink slit showed itself below, and he brought his face into her rapidly heating pussy. 

There were few things he enjoyed more than eating pussy, and he was very good at it. Rather than attacking it, he made love to it with his mouth, alternately parting the lips with his tongue, sucking on each side, flicking the clit lightly, and occasionally going all the way down to insert it as deeply as he could into the vaginal opening. Up and down his mouth went taking in every taste, every drop of her womanhood. 

For her part, she had never experienced someone so good at cunnilingus. With her eyes tightly closed, she threw her head back and breathed heavily through her mouth as her hands grabbed his head and pulled it tightly into her crotch. 

"Ohfuckyesohfuckyesohfuckyes," she gasped. "Oh fuck does that feel good." 

As his tongue tickled her swollen clit, he inserted first one, then two fingers into her. Turning his hand and curling the tips, he felt the roughness deep inside her, eventually finding just that right place, that one spot in every woman that triggers everything else, the Big G. Her pussy already engorged, when he found that spot she came hard, grunting loudly as she pulled his head so tightly against her pussy that he could barely breathe. Wave after wave washed over her, her body pulsing and her juices flowing freely. He lapped up every drop hungrily. 

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Debbie was no stranger to her boss's little habits, and had been standing just outside Gayle's door the whole time. She heard their muffle conversation, their significant silences, and the unmistakable sound of Gayle's orgasm. She even felt herself responding, with her breath shortening, her heart rate increasing, and her own nether regions engorging. Goddam that's making me horny too, she thought. A devilish grin came to her face and she mused, I'm going to have some fun with this. Her hand reached out. 

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Just as Gayle reached her release, there came two quick raps on the door, with Debbie opening it and stepping into the office. 

"Gayle, I..." Her voice trailed off as she took in the sight before her. Gayle in her executive chair, her head thrown back and her knees pulled up, nude above the skirt gathered around her waste, her expensive heels pointing to the ceiling. Tom's face buried between her legs, Gayle pulling him tightly against her still throbbing pussy. 

"Whaaa..." Through her orgasmic fog, Gayle reacted to the interruption. 

"Close the fucking door!" she commanded, and Debbie obliged. "What the hell do you want?" she asked sharply, as Tom pulled his face from her but stayed in place between her legs. Neither of them tried to hide what they were doing or make bullshit excuses. It was just what it appeared to be. 

"I wanted to see if he's as good as everyone thinks he is," Debbie shot back. "You may be a vice president, but you don't get to keep all the good stuff to yourself." She knew she had the upper hand. 

"Better than you ever imagined. He's a magician with his tongue," she said, pulling his head back to her dripping box. "You should try it sometime." 

"How about now?" Debbie queried, reaching down to remove her shoes, then sliding her pants and panties down her legs and off. "Come on, share." She walked around to where they were intertwined, wearing only her blouse. 

"OK then. On your back, mister." Tom complied, counting his many blessings and he lay back on the floor. 

Lying on his back, Tom took in the sight above him. Debbie herself was stunning, a tall, 39-year-old ash blond with hooded eyes, prominent cheekbones, and heart-shaped lips gracing an oval face, and was easily first among equals in the beauty department. From this angle, with her standing above his head, her legs looked a mile long, and he could see the narrow strip of pubic hair at the top. 

"OK, buddy, show me what you've got", she said as she squatted down and sat squarely on his face, her legs straddling his head and his nose between the cheeks of her quite shapely ass. Without a moment's hesitation, he began to give her hot box the same treatment Gayle's had just received. 

"Oh yes oh yes, he's that good," Debbie agree. She pushed herself more firmly against him. "Fuck me, that feels good." 

Gayle wasn't about to sit back and watch. Kneeling next to him, she reached for the zipper of his pants and pulled it down. Reaching through the fly and into his boxers, she wrestled his cock from its fabric prison. 

"Well, that's obviously not a pistol in your pocket," Gayle joked, bending lower to take its head between her lips, then swallowing its entire length. Moving her head up and down with skills honed through years of experience, she brought him to full hardness in a couple of minutes. Removing her mouth from him, she quickly swung her leg over him and straddled his waist, facing Debbie. Holding his cock in one hand, she lowered herself onto it and let out a contented sigh as she took its full length, closing her eyes in pleasure. 

Tom had an uncanny ability to separate a part of his brain from the immediate situation, and that part of his brain pictured the sight as if from across the room, like one of those picture-in-picture video displays. One beautiful half naked blond sitting on his face, another sitting on his cock, stroking and kissing each other as they each got what they wanted. He returned his concentration to pleasuring Debbie's delightfully tasty pussy, using his tongue and lips expertly. Her juices coated his face as Gayle moved slowly up and down his shaft. Man, it does not get any better than this, he mused silently. 

Debbie's already excited nature and his expert cunnilingus brought to her quickly to the point of orgasm, and with a final thrust she pushed herself against his face as it washed over her, her body pulsing. Gayle's dripping pussy around his cock was hot enough to burn, and his own excitement built quickly. Within a couple of minutes he could feel his own orgasm becoming inevitable, and his hips began a rhythmic movement of their own, meeting Gayle's movements. 

He reached the point of no return, thrusting firmly against Gayle's pussy and finally letting out a grunt from between Debbie's thighs as his own orgasm took hold. Gayle pushed and held against him as he shot his load deep into her, spasm after spasm shaking him. Finally, everything subsided enough for the three of them to extricate themselves and collapse in a sweaty heap together on the floor. 

After several minutes, Gayle finally spoke. "You passed the job interview. Do you think you're going to enjoy your new duties?" 

Fringe benefits, indeed.



Fringe Benefits



Continuing on "Lara Awakens" and "A Gift Returned."

My wife, Lara, and I had completely renewed our sex life by each spending one night as a slave to the other.  On those two nights, both of us had broken the boundaries that our inhibitions had set for the previous 12 years.  Those nights involved sex with another person by the “slave,” while the “master” watched.  I learned my gorgeous but straitlaced wife had desires and fantasies that could be unleashed with the proper coaxing.  And it wasn’t only our sex life that improved, but nearly every part of our relationship.  We weren’t just going through the motions anymore – we really looked forward to time together.

Our sex was charged for several months.  We had gone from once every two weeks, to two or three times each week on weekdays, and usually five or six times every weekend.  And Lara was performing things she would never try before.  Just a few sentences from either of us about something that turned us on during our two “submission” nights, and we’d be hot all over again.

But inevitably, after a few months, I could feel things begin to slow down.  That big change in our life had started when we both took some risks to carry out fantasies.  When I felt things slow down, I started to think of a new plan to recharge us again.

One evening in early December, we were relaxing over dinner at home.  Lara had just finished telling me the day’s events at the pharmaceutical laboratory where she works as a technician.  Then I started recounting my day at the public relations firm where I was a subdivision P.R. officer.  “How are you getting along with Phil?” Lara asked.

Phil was my boss, the subdivision manager.  At 28, he’s seven years younger than me, but I can’t say I have any hard feelings about working for a younger boss, because Phil knows how to get the job done.  When our last manager let the department get lax and sloppy because he was going through a divorce, top management brought in Phil from outside to turn things around.  Phil had an Ivy League education, and although only a few years’ experience in P.R., he was clearly a go-getter.  In just six months, he had everyone in the subdivision working at full steam, and new customers were slowly coming in.  Best of all, Phil encouraged each of us to explore any new idea, no matter how crazy it sounded.  He didn’t approve them all, but every idea got a hearing.  But Phil also had set us up to compete against each other.  By transferring out a 10-year veteran who was turning in the same old stale work, Phil sent the message to everyone:  “perform or step aside.”

As subdivision manager, Phil was pulling down some good bucks.  Still single, he tended towards expensive suits and fine cologne, which together with his athletic frame were turning several heads of the women in the office, as well as Mike, the only gay man in our subdivision.

“So far, so good,” I replied to Lara.  “Today he laid out a new plan for our biggest client totally on the fly, in the middle of a meeting, and everyone knew he hit the nail right on the head.  Our client went for it, and said they have another project they’ll bring to us.  What do you think of Phil?”

Lara had met Phil twice.  Once at an evening cocktail party to welcome him in, and once when she dropped by my office for lunch.

Lara glanced at me, but I just kept my eyes on my plate.  “Well, he certainly looks great, if that’s what you mean,” she said.  “But to be so consumed with work at his age, I wonder if he won’t burn out young.”  Our conversation went onto other things, and we wrapped up dinner soon after.

That night, we both were ready for a midweek session.  Lara looked great in a black see-through nightie.  I came up behind her as she was brushing her hair in the mirror, and started rubbing her breasts, pulling at her nipples.  After a few minutes, she turned to me, dropped to her knees and maneuvered my cock out of my boxers.  By now, she had really mastered how to such my dick until I exploded, but tonight I stopped her short and got her on the bed on all fours, entering her wet pussy from behind.  When we were both ready to cum, I turned her over so we could finish while looking into each other’s eyes.  It was another great session.  Afterwards, we lay together, stroking each other.

“Are you sorry about anything we did the night you were my slave?” I asked.

“Are you kidding?” Lara answered.  “It still turns me on just thinking about it.”

“It’s been three months since I was your slave.  What would you think of doing something else?” I said.

Lara hesitated and looked away.  But I could feel her nipples harden in my fingers.  “It would depend on what you have in mind,” she answered, almost too softly for me to hear.  “Are you thinking of something.”

“Well, I did have a thought cross my mind, but I’m not sure how you’d feel about this one.”  We both lay there silent for a moment, but my prick started to stiffen in her hand, and I could smell her pussy start to get wet.

“Are you going to tell me?” Lara asked.  “Just go ahead and say it.”

“Well, okay.  But you’ll probably think I’m crazy.”

“Just tell me.  What is it?” Lara said.

“Okay.  Well, you know how much it turned me on to watch you with another man.  I’d like to do it again.”

“Well, I’d have to think about it.  It was a turn-on for me too.  I’m not against it,” Lara said.

“But I’m thinking of someone in particular.  I’d like to watch you fuck Phil.”

Lara’s eyes suddenly got large, and she sat up a bit so I had to stop rubbing her tits.  “You must be kidding,” she said.  “Fuck your boss?  I couldn’t do that.  You’d have to work with him everyday.  No I just couldn’t do that.”

“Well, in addition to turning us on, we could both enjoy some nice benefits if he goes for it,” I said.

“Now I’m really against it,” Lara said, with a little anger in her voice.  “We did some things that turned us on, but I’m not going to be a prostitute.  No way.”

“Okay. I said you would think I was crazy.  I was just telling you a fantasy.  Let’s just drop it.”

For the next few weeks, we didn’t discuss any fantasies, and even our sex had an edge of tension.  I was beginning to regret ever mentioning my idea.

In the second week of December, my office held its annual holiday party.  The top brass rented out a popular local disco for our exclusive use, including a live band that specialized in Motown.  Everyone generally used this occasion to bring out the heavy attraction weaponry, dressing in the finest new clothes, which made the party something to really look forward to each year.  Lara was no exception.  She looked fantastic in a burgundy velvet dress with black collars and cuffs.  Keeping with her prudish character, it had a high neckline, and came down to the middle of her knees, but nothing could hide those perfect breasts, and her perfectly shaped lower calves in black stockings made me think of getting her home early for a fuck.

Soon after arriving, we were in a group with two other couples, drinks in hand, when Phil came in.  As he went around the group shaking hands, he stopped a little longer at Lara.  I guessed he was trying to check her out, but attempting not to be caught by her husband or the others.  The band started playing, and the party warmed up.  Lara and I split up so she could talk with some of the other women, and I hit the buffet with a few colleagues.  Soon people were shifting from the dinner tables to the dance floor to the bar.  I danced with Lara to “My Girl,” and then she said she wanted to eat.  As we walked off the floor, the band started a slow classic, and Phil intercepted us coming off the floor.  “Mind if I dance with your beautiful wife?” he said.  I looked at Lara waiting for her answer.  “Sure,” she said.  “Why not.”  I moved across the room, but kept my eye on them.  Phil was playing it straight, keeping his right hand high on her back.  They talked throughout, and a few times Lara let out good laughs.

After the dance, Lara went to the buffet, but as the night went on, I saw Phil come back to Lara several times, spending a few minutes here and there talking with her.  Each time, she seemed to be entertained by his humor.  When the band started another slow dance, I saw Phil grab Lara’s hand and head her to the dance floor, with Lara appearing happy to comply.  This time, Phil pulled Lara close, and instead of talking face to face, he talked in her ear, with his cheek to the side of her head.  His hand slowly moved down to her waist, and then a little lower.  When they turned, I could see Lara had her eyes closed, and Phil was definitely pulling her into his crotch.  At the end of the song, they separated for a second and I could see Lara was flushed, but then the band hit up a fast song and they started dancing apart which overcame the awkward moment.

I was making my own rounds, trying to be discreet about checking out the best looking women with their plunging necklines and hemlines slit high up the thigh.  About 12:30, the party was just beginning to thin out.  I saw Phil come up to Lara again, and after a few minutes of talk, he grabbed her hand and led her to the entry hall.  I stayed behind a pillar where they wouldn’t see me.  A sprig of mistletoe was hung from the chandelier in the entry hall, and throughout the evening couples were catching a holiday kiss underneath.  I watched as Phil gave Lara a short peck on the lips.  They pulled back with smiles, but then the smiles melted off their faces as they looked each other in the eyes, and after a brief hesitation, they pulled back together, with Lara pushing her hands around Phil’s neck, and they met in a passionate kiss that lasted about 15 seconds.  When they parted, I guess they both realized anyone could walk up, so they came back into the main hall and quickly separated.

That night in bed I was nearly asleep from exhaustion and too much gin and tonic when Lara said, “Remember the fantasy you told me a few weeks ago?”

“Yes,” I said, quickly pulling out of my drowse.

“Well, if you figure out how, I’ll do it.”

I kissed Lara on the lips, my cock beginning to harden, and said, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow night.”

The week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, I invited Phil over for dinner.  Lara and I both prepared a fine meal of lamb chops and several side dishes.  I picked out Lara’s clothes for the evening, a silky black top that pulled tight to her breasts, and this time with a neckline that showed her fantastic cleavage.  A green cotton skirt looked in line with the holidays, but was slit in front high on her left thigh.  I made sure she was in thigh high stockings instead of every man’s biggest turn off:  pantyhose.  The conversation at dinner was fun, with Phil telling us a few humorous stories about people at his last job.  Several times, I saw him catching glances at Lara’s boobs or legs, and she was responding by making sure the skirt was riding high up her thighs.  Just as we finished the main course, I stepped into the kitchen to clear some plates, took out my cell phone, and changed the ring setting so the phone would ring.  Pretending to answer a call, I had a conversation loud enough for Phil to hear.  When I hung up, I said, “You’re not going to believe this, but Jim says he just finished the proofs for the Lindsay account.  He says I have to pick them up to edit them tonight, because he meets with the Lindsay account manager tomorrow at 8:30.  His kid is sick, so he can’t bring them over.  I have to go over there.”

“Why don’t I head out with you,” Phil said.

“Nonsense.  There’s still dessert, and there’s no need to rush off.  I’m sure Lara would like you to stay awhile.  Besides, I can be there and back in 45 minutes, one hour tops.  I’ll be back for a nightcap with you and then you can still get home at a reasonable time.”

Phil looked at Lara.  “Please stay,” she said with an innocent smile.  We have chocolate mousse and I don’t want to eat your portion too.”

“Okay,” Phil said.

I picked up my coat, pecked Lara on the cheek, and headed out.  I then drove a block away, and returned on foot to our back yard.  I had left the curtain on the dining room window open enough to see the whole room, and knew that without lights on in the yard, I couldn’t be seen from inside.

Phil and Lara where laughing about something, and Lara refilled his wine glass.  Phil was doing the talking, sitting close to Lara, and at a point when they both let out a good laugh, he put his hand on her knee.  It looked innocent at first, but he didn’t take it away.  Slowly, the look on their faces became more serious, and as he talked, Phil moved his hand above Lara’s knee to her thigh.  Lara’s nipples were clearly erect, and Phil must have commented about them, because Lara blushed, but then she looked up and gave Phil a soft kiss on the lips.  He responded by kissing her back, but much more passionately.  Because they were awkward sitting in the dining room chairs, they stood up, and kissed in a hard embrace, their tongues pushing in and out of the other’s mouth.  Lara said something, and Phil reached down below her skirt and quickly ran his hands up her thighs.  He took hold of her panties on each hip, and Lara helped him pull them down.  Phil took Lara by the shoulders, face to face, and backed her against the wall between the dining room and the kitchen, and kissed her hard again.  He said something, and she began unbuckling his pants.  Quickly they fell to the floor, and I watched as she pulled his boxers down on top of the pants.  Phil lifted Lara’s skirt to her waist, took her thighs, and lifted her up.  Very skillfully, he lowered her onto his hard-on, and Lara wrapped her legs around his waist.  They talked at several points, but Lara was clearly weak from the sexual energy running through her body.  Since I said I would only be gone 45 minutes, Phil was obviously moving things quickly so he wouldn’t get caught, not knowing I had my cock out in the cold night air, as I watched them.  Phil started pushing into Lara, and with each thrust, her back hit the wall.  As he got faster and harder, I could hear both of them moan loudly each time he pounded into her.  Their pace got faster as he locked his lips over hers, and managed to squeeze her breasts with one hand while supporting her bottom with the other.  

Here it was again:  my wife being pounded away by another man.  And instead of any jealousy, all I felt was excitement.  After the pounding became feverish, I saw Lara’s face tense, and she came in a huge orgasm, practically screaming in ecstasy.  Phil followed just after, shooting his cum into her while jerking his hips, banging her even harder into the wall.  A glass fell off the countertop next to them and broke.  I shot my load soon after into the hedges.  They kissed for several minutes, staying in the same position, with Lara’s legs wrapped around Phil, his bare ass mooning me.

I headed back to the car, since I figured I should return in about the amount of time I said.  I pulled up in front, and took out the proofs Jim had actually given me earlier that day at the office to edit.  When I entered the front door, Phil was straightening his pants in his seat at the dinner table.  Lara was out of the room.  “I think she had to use the bathroom,” Phil said, looking away so he wouldn’t have to look me in the eyes.  “Sorry, I knocked a glass off the cabinet here and it broke.”

That night, after Phil went home, Lara and I fucked as hard as ever.  She loved for me to describe what I saw from the window, and when I told her how I watched the two of them reach climax, she couldn’t hold it in, and started bucking in another massive orgasm.

I planned the next step.  It was something I thought about to get hard on several nights, and I decided to go through with it, even though I wouldn’t be able to watch.  Just Lara’s description later that night got me off like a rocket.

The day after dinner, Lara came by the office around 3:00.  She went directly to Phil’s office on the 12th floor, and told Phil’s secretary, Tanya, she wanted to peek in just to say hello.  Phil hired Tanya directly from a modeling agency, literally.  Don’t get me wrong, she had the typing skills, and managed Phil’s calendar deftly, but she was also luscious.  She had come to the US from Russia in 1990, and learned perfect English since then.  She also tended toward low cut blouses and short skirts, which Phil didn’t object to.  He told me at lunch once that people judge a P.R. firm a lot by looks, and he wanted a great impression on anyone waiting in his outer office to see him, so nobody above him objected when he went to the modeling agency for a secretarial reference.

Tanya buzzed Phil on the phone and said, “Mrs. Strand would like to say hello.”  “Send her in,” Phil answered.

According to Lara, she walked in, and closed the door behind her, but didn’t lock it.  She quickly walked to Phil’s desk, moving around the back and he stood up to meet her with a hard kiss on the mouth.  Behind Phil’s desk was a floor to ceiling window, looking out over a slightly shorter building, but Lara guessed people on the top floors had a pretty good view of Phil’s office, if they were looking.

Lara quickly unzipped Phil’s pants, and unbuckled his belt, pulling out his already hard cock.  Phil was worried, but couldn’t stop her because he wanted what followed.  Lara then pushed him back into his chair, and dropped to her knees.  With her giving a blow job she had perfected on me for the past few months, Phil’s head dropped back and his eyes closed as he began to moan.  Lara learned perfectly how to gently massage my balls with one hand and massage the base of my cock with the other, while she moved up and down on me with her mouth, and she said she used the same technique on Phil.  She could feel his scrotum tense up in preparation for orgasm, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tanya staring at them with a stunned look.  Lara just kept going, and she wasn’t sure if Phil even saw Tanya come in because he was in total oblivion.  Tanya then backed out quietly, while Lara brought Phil to orgasm, taking his load in her mouth and swallowing as I taught her.

She said they both straightened their clothes, and Phil said he was glad she came by to say hello, to which they both laughed.  Lara didn’t mention anything to Phil about Tanya.

Lara actually thought up the final act.  Her office had a lab for experiments that required a very controlled environment.  The lab had a large window into the next room so others could watch experiments carried out.  Lara told Phil to come pick her up at work late one Friday evening, and they would go out for a quick drink.  She could be home before I was suspicious, she told him.  When he showed up at the door, Lara told him to come into her office while she shut down her computer.  Nobody else was left at work, having gotten out for the weekend.  Lara’s plan worked perfectly with me already sitting in the dark room next to the special lab.  After closing everything down, Lara grabbed Phil’s shirt and gave him a deep kiss.  He asked, “Is this okay?”  “Everybody’s gone.  I checked,” she answered.  After some kissing, Phil started massaging her tits.  Again she wore a silky blouse that showed off her perfect breasts.  “Come into this other room,” she told him, leading him to the special lab.

Inside, Lara unbuttoned Phil’s shirt and pants, and soon had him completely naked in front of her.  He then pulled her blouse over her head to reveal a black lace bra that her nipples showed through perfectly.  As he turned her around to unzip her skirt, the door to the room I was in opened, and in walked a young guy with a broom and dustpan.  I figured he must have been doing some temporary work between semesters at the university.  Very quickly, he saw me, and looked at the two in the lab.  I put a finger to my lips, and motioned him to come over near me where he couldn’t be seen.  I looked into the lab, and neither Phil nor Lara had heard the intruder.  The young janitor looked at me and we both half smiled.




Fringe Benefits



By now, Lara’s skirt was off and Phil unhooked the bra, letting it drop to the floor.  She was wearing only stockings and shoes.  Her pubic triangle looked perfect and when she sat back on a tabletop, her pussy lips were clearly full and engorged.  This time, Phil got down and started running his tongue through her cunt.  I could tell Lara was going wild.  Finally, he pulled her off the table, turned her around, and after Lara said, “Please fuck me,” he entered her from behind.  My voyeur friend and I watched as my boss pounded his dick into my wife.  “Man, she is a real brick shithouse,” the janitor whispered.  I could see he had his dick out in his hands and was starting to pump away.  After several minutes of bringing her close to orgasm from behind, Phil pulled out and again turned Lara around.  He lifted her on the table, laying her back, and climbing on top.  He pulled her legs above his shoulders, pulling her cunt tighter around his cock, and giving the two of us a better view each time he plunged in.  Their pace got faster and faster, and I’m not sure if Phil, Lara, or the janitor came first, but soon all three were exploding in hot orgasms.  I was glad the janitor had the sense to remain perfectly quiet.

Phil and Lara kissed for several minutes before getting dressed and leaving.  Lara had arranged for me to lock the door, but the janitor took care of that anyway.

Lara and I spent weeks of fantastic sex talking about Phil fucking her.  She told me Phil really turned her on, and she liked getting it from a younger man, but I knew I had nothing to worry about because our relationship only became more intense.  Lara spent a three-day weekend with Phil at his beach house, and she said they fucked at least 16 times, and he brought her to orgasm with his hand in a nice restaurant one evening.  They’ve gotten together twice besides that in the 4 months since.

At work, Tanya comes by my office often, and has made a few mild passes.  She made a sly comment about the fact that married men should get what they can, because they don’t always know what their wives might be up to.  I’m thinking up a plan for Lara and I to use Tanya in one of our future fantasies.

In March, Phil was promoted to Division Chief.  When he decided who would move up to his old position, I received the nod.  The new job lets me use much more imagination, and pays an extra $20,000 per year.  Both Lara and I were happy for all the new fringe benefits.



Fringe Benefits



"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" she shrieked, throwing her hands up in the air.

He leaned back in the chair away from the computer and looked at her with an expression of feigned innocence. "What?"

"WHAT!? Sean, do you even know what you just suggested?"

"Of course I do." He said lightly. "It's not that big a deal."

She looked away out of frustration, dropping the stapler she had come to deliver on the floor and putting her face in her hands. He was absolutely insane. There was no doubt in her mind about it anymore.

"I come over here, as I have countless times before- simply to return something that's yours- and this is what you suddenly say to me. Is that all you think of me?"

"Of course not! You know you mean something to me. This is to help you as much as me."

She looked up from her hands. "You are proposing nothing but POINTLESS ANIMALISTIC FUCKING! How could that POSSIBLY help me?"

"You don't have to call it that," he said standing. "Haven't you ever heard of "friends with benefits" before?"

"Of course I have... I just didn't think it was something that people... like me... did."

"People like you?"

"You know what I mean, people with... with... with sexual morals! I know there are more like me around. I'll bet the majority of people wouldn't even THINK to do anything like what you're suggesting."

"Audrey, we live on a college campus! Look around you- you honestly think it's not going on with dozens of people around us? Millions of people have done this before. All it means is no obligation, no feelings to get in the way. It's good for you."

"How is it good for me? You don't know what's good for me. It's my life now, not yours. We don't share things like that anymore."

"It's good for you," he said lowering his voice. "Because it relieves stress. It's about helping each other out. We both need this. I do know what's good for you. I know how strong your hormones are. Remember how you used to beg for it so you've be able to sleep better later? It's the same. It will help you. And right now I need it. I think you do too."

"But it's not the same!" she cried shrilly. "Sean- we ended things! Months ago, we agreed that it wasn't working out and we made it over between us- no more love, no more sex, no nothing! I don't love you anymore!"

"I know that."

"Well, you're acting as if you can turn back time!"

"I'm not. I'm just proposing we try something new."

"We both know it's over between us."

"But you're still attracted to me," he said, his voice dangerously low. His deep brown eyes were penetrating her.

She looked away. She couldn't answer him. She knew he was right about that. Until she found someone new, it was his face and body she imagined when she was aroused. She couldn't tell him that. That was a secret she would go to the grave with. She wasn't proud of the fact that this man still inhabited her sexual fantasies, and she wasn't going to tell him about them. The seconds ticked by and neither of them said anything until he cleared his throat softly.

"You know you still turn me on."

"I still turn- how can that be?"

"It is. You know it's true."

"I don't believe you. It's been too long, I know how men are. You don't linger on woman for so long."

He grabbed her hand and put it on the crotch of his jeans. "Feel," he ordered, pressing her fingers into him. "You feel that? He's not asleep. You've woken him up." He moved her hand back and forth across it, her eyes wide as she felt the stiffness beneath her fingers. Then she pulled back her hand like it was on fire.

"Stop it." She whispered. She shook her hand as if it was dirty. "Is that really- you're not-"

He laughed harshly. "How could I possibly fake something like that- you think maybe I'm smuggling a banana in my pants?"

"But how- how can this be- we haven't even done anything."

"Memories are the most powerful aphrodisiac there is. Just the sight of you and talking about this gets me going. I've just been remembering how we used to make love all night. How hard I got for you when we were apart, how we used to go at it so hard when you got back. Every way you used to touch me is still in my mind."

"But it's different now. We don't love each other anymore. It wouldn't be making love anymore and you know it!"

"Yes, I know it," he admitted. "That's why I suggested it now and not sooner. It had to be when neither of us had any feelings for each other anymore. Otherwise it doesn't work. It's just fucking now."

"You know I don't like just fucking. I never have and I've always told you that. I think it, along with life, should have more meaning than that."

"Is that so."

"Absolutely."

"Have you ever even tried it."

"No," she said coldly. "I've never needed to."

"You've never been touched when you weren't in love."

"No. Why should I?"

"For experience. It's different. How do you know you wouldn't like it- all it is is sheer pleasure. No obligation. No worries. Nothing holding you back. It's an incredible way to fuck."

"But it's just fucking," she whispered.

"That's right. It's just fucking. There is nothing more to it. It's like mutual masturbation. Just getting pleasure for yourself. Releasing the tension."

No matter how strong his selling point, she couldn't give in to this. She wanted it, she wanted to be fucked again. But why give in to this. It seemed wrong. It probably wasn't, it just seemed that way. It was inviting as fuck, but she had to hold out if she could. She knew she wanted it. But how much was she willing to sacrifice of her morals to get it.

"But if you do this once with me, you'll want it again," she protested. She knew her control was wavering and she was running out of reasons.

"So will you," he insisted. "I promise you."

"But..." she trailed off. She had nothing left to say.

"Just try this out." He urged her. She stared blankly at him, not moving. She didn't knew what to say or do. 

"Aud," He said. He touched her face. Then in one movement his body was pressed against hers and he was kissing her. His lips were so hot and inviting it was like she'd never been kissed before. Her eyes fluttered shut as he grabbed her hair with his hands and kissed her harder. Her hands went to his face, holding him to her. He gently separated her teeth with his tongue and slid it inside her mouth. It tangled around hers, as if asking it out to play. She couldn't stop herself from kissing him back and soon she was thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Their mouths were fused together again after so long. He pushed her up against the wall behind her so the entire length of his body was against her and she couldn't get away. Her breathing came faster and she captured his tongue between her teeth and toyed with it, as if she could pretend it was hers again. One of his hands slid down her front and slipped in between her legs. He used his fingers to fondle her through her clothes and she breathed in so fast she almost choked on his tongue. He stroked her through the fabric as he kissed her, causing her to make a noise against her will. She broke off the kiss as a desperate attempt to get some air into her lungs. She felt dizzy, what had just happened? There was more feelings and hormones and longing in her body in that one kiss than she had felt in the past three months. She felt like she couldn't hold out any more. Her hormones that had been bottled up were now flowing free throughout her body. He wasn't moving away, his hand was still between her legs and she could feel herself getting wet.

"Ohhh fuck..." she moaned as he kissed the side of her face and her chin. She wanted him too badly and he could tell. She would be his.

"You know you want this." He told her softly. His mouth was moving up towards her ear. He brushed her hair out of the way. 

"I do want it..."

"What do you want?"

"This." She hissed. "I want this now." She was going insane, she needed to have him at that moment or she would go mad. She needed his body on hers, under hers, inside hers again.

His tongue was up inside her ear. He nipped at her earlobe. "Tell me what you want," he whispered.

"I want you to fuck me..."

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked softly, nosing in her hair.

"Yes..."

"Hard?"

Her hands were grabbing his hair between her fingers. "Yes, hard!"

"How hard?" he teased.

She grabbed his hair so tight it had to hurt. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you fucking can. Do you understand?"

He broke off teasing her and pulled away. His eyes had sort of a glassy stare to them. It wasn't attraction, it wasn't anything towards love, it looked just like lust. She'd seen it before when they had first started fooling around. He was back to how he used to be. He didn't make any more moves, just looked at her and said simply, "Then let's do this." He pushed her lightly away and started to take off his clothes.

In the past her clothes had been seduced off her by him, but this time it was like they were robots, mechanically removing their own clothes as if they were just undressing normally by themselves. As if this was nothing special, an attitude kind of like let's get this on and over with and get back to our normal lives. She didn't even bother trying to put on a show taking them off sexily, what was the point, it wasn't like she was trying to impress him anymore. She just pulled them off and tossed them aside. She wasn't even putting up a fight to taking them off anymore. She saw him looking curiously at her underclothes. "Your underwear has improved," he commented off the cuff. Which was true, she'd gone to more interesting lingerie since the breakup because it helped remind her that she was still a sexual being.

She rolled here eyes. "Gee, thanks a lot. I don't see how that's any of your business."

"It's not, I mean. I was just commenting. I mean wondering, I guess, why would you start wearing that after we split? You never did before."

She dropped the shirt she was holding out of agitation. "Look, we're not together anymore. Which means I'm not the same woman. I wear it because I like to feel sexy. I'm still a woman after all."

"Yeah, I guess. I mean yeah, of course..." he muttered, looking away and pulling off his shoes and socks. She proceeded to remove the remainder of her clothes.

She started when he heard a snort. Looking up she saw him half-naked with raised eyebrows looking at her naked body. 

"What?" she asked agitatedly.

"You've let it grow back."

"Well I- of course I did. Not everyone likes it shaved. You didn't think I was going to keep shaving every day until I looked like a freaking mannequin in case that someday you decided to get together with me again, did you?"

Aware that he was in dangerous waters he hesitated. "No, I just thought that... maybe it would have become a habit. You know, after doing it for so long."

"That's true to only a point- I shave everything except this part in front. Bleeds the most." She explained dryly. "Besides, I still shave the legs and armpits."

"I see." He said awkwardly. Nothing more was said as he removed the rest of his clothes without performance. They both climbed into the bed and she hesitated, not knowing what to do next. They'd been in this situation so many times before and she'd never hesitated. It was just so different now. He knew where he was going though, having been in this place before. Making the first move he leaned forward and captured her mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside. She finally welcomed it, always loving the way he kissed her. His mouth was so warm and inviting. He gripped onto his shoulders as he kissed her. She ran her hands down his chest, feeling the muscles, as taut as they had ever been. He hadn't changed a bit. She felt the smooth expanse of his stomach and played her fingers through the short curly hairs on it. As he continued his assault on her mouth she wrapped her arms around him under his arms, hugging his torso to hers. She had missed feeling his body against hers. Using her tongue she explored his mouth, running it over his teeth and playing with his tongue. She pulled their lips apart and bit his lip. She knew that he could feel her shivering, she was so full of hormones and emotions at the moment it seemed they had overflowed her mind into her body and were making her quiver. It had been far too long. She ran her fingers through his hair, stroking his ears gently. Then she turned his head and ran her tongue around the rim of his ear, then delved it inside. She knew he loved to feel that, and got pleasure from feeling his body twitch from this touch. He moaned and pushed her back onto the pillows behind them. She pulled her mouth from his ear and lightly caressed his face, seeing the look in his eyes.

"It's been so long since I've touched anyone," he whispered as he roughly cupped her breast.

So long since he had touched anyone- he hadn't said so long since he touched her- because she wasn't the object of his affection anymore. It wasn't her body he had been longing to touch for so long, it had been the body of a sexual partner in general. She didn't let this phase her, she knew it to be true and there was no point pretending otherwise.

"How long?" she asked.

"Three months, I think. Same as you. Not since we were together." 

She felt a nasty gleam of triumph knowing that he had no better luck in the dating world than she had. But she hastily chased that thought out of her mind as childish and greedy. "That's really not that long," she said, remembering her year long periods.

"It is for me."

"Oh." She had nothing more to say on the matter. Just another way the two of them were different. He broke the silence by lowering his head down and biting her on the collarbone. She sighed to encourage him. She could see his swollen erection between them, blood flowing through it making it thicker as they went on. He ran his tongue down the space from her neck to her chest. His hands tugged at her hard nipples, teasing them while he took a fold of flesh below her breasts into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth. Her breathing grew tight in anticipation. Finally he moved his head and took one of her nipples into her mouth. She gasped at that feeling that she'd waited so long for. He gently suckled at it, nipping at it with his teeth. The sight was incredible, just watching him sucking on her nipple again, her fingers laced tightly in his hair. He switched over to the other nipple, leaving the first one glistening with moisture, tight and hard and rosiest as it had ever been. Her whole breasts tingled from the sensation. He released her nipple and moved down her torso, dipping her tongue into her navel. His hands were on her thighs, and she was tingling anticipating his next move. But he didn't go any lower, just teased around her waist with his tongue.

"I think I know somewhere else that is aching to feel your tongue." She murmured, trying to give him a hint.

He looked up for a moment but she couldn't read his expression. He just lowered his face back down and nuzzled her belly again. "Mmm," is all he said. Then after a moment he pulled his face back up and nipped at her neck again.

It took her a moment, but she figured out what had just happened. He used to insist on going down on her, because he knew it gave her so much pleasure. He claimed to get pleasure out of it too. But she remembered that he once told her he was very particular about who he went down on, it had to be someone he had strong feelings for. But, she realized, with a pang, that wasn't her anymore. Of course it wasn't, neither of them harbored those feelings anymore. So of course now he was disgusted by the notion of going down on her. He wouldn't want to put his mouth anywhere near there. He wouldn't be receiving any pleasure from it. She had to tell herself not to be insulted at this, it was just his nature after all. 

He ended the awkward moment by licking two of his fingers and sliding them down her abdomen and slicked them over her swollen opening, then finally pushed them inside. She gasped and grabbed his arm. "Oh wow," he murmured with his eyes closed. "You're so tight." She nodded breathlessly. He looked at her again, legs spread, face flushed and riding on the sensation. He thrust his fingers inside her rapidly, making her breathe faster. She looked down at his arm thrusting into her, a sight she had always loved. He wriggled his fingers inside of her, hitting her g-spot with a slight curve of his fingers every time he pulled out and then thrust again. She was shuddering and her muscles were clenching at this feeling she'd waited so long for. His fingers were giving her more pleasure than she'd gotten out of her own in months. Just thrusting in and out of her was driving her wild. She whispered for him to stop, she was getting close. She pulled his fingers out of her, and pushing him back on the bed she climbed on top of him.

She straddled his legs and grabbed his hardness that was between them. He gave an involuntary intake of breath and his eyelids slid shut. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, giving it a few swift strokes. Then she slid down his legs and took the tip of it into her warm mouth. He breathed in sharply again, grabbing at her shoulders. She ran her tongue around the head, teasing him.

"Oh, babe," he murmured with his eyes closed. His breathing was shallow and rapid, gritting his teeth. She felt a pang of grief at that statement. That used to be her name in that exclamation. He always said it with her name when they were together because he knew how much it meant to her. Now it was merely babe- she'd become nothing more than another faceless woman. Just something to diffuse his lust. It wasn't passion anymore, just mere lust for another human being. She swallowed. She felt more excited than she had at months by what he was doing, but she suddenly realized that she was unable to say his name also. Things weren't as they used to be. She couldn't attribute all her pleasure to him anymore. But she couldn't let her herself dwell on that. Tonight was a night for releasing tension and lust, nothing more. He was just her partner in crime, so to speak. Just a fucking partner. He'd said so himself.

She released him from her mouth and moved back up his legs. Her thighs on either side of him she felt the familiar ache to feel something inside her. She grabbed his cock with her hand which by now was so hard it barely felt like flesh. Positioning herself over him she lowered herself down until just the tip was in her. He moaned and threw his head back. She took it slowly, inch by inch until she felt him all the way inside of her. She felt her flesh stretching to accommodate him again after so long. Looking down she saw their bodies totally connected once more. It was so incredible, feeling him inside her again. It was what she had been wanting for so long. Her thighs gripped him and she started to rock back and forth on top of him. He moaned again and started to buck slowly into her. She pressed her hand into his chest, warning him to take it slow. She needed to be opened up again. She was leaning forward with her hands on his torso grabbing his flesh. She shook the hair out of her eyes so she could see his face as he reached around and grabbed her ass with his hands. She leaned forward to bite at his neck as he thrust into her. He moved his hands to her hips to guide her up and down on him. She felt like her whole body was flushing with all the movement. She rocked back and forth on him, her breathing ragged and his hands guiding her. His hips were leaving the bed as he bucked into her. She could feel him swelling larger inside of her and it felt so good. She was mesmerized by their synchronized movements that they used to do together so well and had abandoned for so long.





Fringe Benefits



Without warning he grabbed her back and hugged her to him while he threw one leg over her and flipped them the other way so he was on top. He dug his fingers into her shoulders as he thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed, hooking her feet in the small of his back. She felt his back getting sweaty as he continued to thrust his pelvis into her harder. Her head was back almost at the wall, grabbing his back as they continued move together. Her hands were slick on his sweaty back.

She started digging her nails into his back as she neared climax. Her back arched up and she clenched him with her legs tighter. She was so close, it was within her grasp, she just couldn't get there. Her breathing had become so loud and desperate that she was gasping. "Harder... harder," she breathed between clenched teeth. "Fuck me harder."

He gave a noise of pleasure. Then he braced his arms and pumped into her harder, thrusting his pelvis into hers. She felt him going so deep inside her she didn't think she'd ever been penetrated so much before. The pace became frenzied and she could see by the look on his face that he was close too. His pumping became wilder until he was literally pounding her into the bed. She needed only a little more, she needed the extra spark and she pulled at his arms to try and get him to touch her, but his arms held firm. He was lost in his own world. She tried to catch his eyes but they were wrenched shut. She gave up and frantically reached down to touch herself. Just a few nudges with her finger at her clit and she went over the edge. Her other hand dug her claws into his back as hard as she could and she gasped louder than she had all night. He whole body went rigid as the feelings pulsated through her. She felt her muscles clenching him over and over. She became vaguely aware that he gave a few last thrusts into her before grabbing handfuls of the sheets and leaning his full weight on her as he orgasmed. Eyes shut, face contorting, she felt him shuddering against her with his breath held until at last he lay still and collapsed on top of her. They both took deep breaths and lay there with their eyes closed, feeling nothing but the final incredible release from strain and another body touching them.

When a few minutes had gone by, he rolled off of her and, exhausted, lay down as he fell asleep. His mind was clear, he had finally gotten the much needed release. And so had she. It was just what she needed- it just didn't feel as right as she thought it would have. She remembered how things used to be and how they would never be that way again. Sometimes when they had been together she had forced both their eyes open so they could look at each other while they climaxed and know that their loved one was giving them so much pleasure. But not this time; this time each person was in their own world when they climaxed, they may just as well have been alone.

Afterwards she lay huddled on her corner of the bed facing away from him. Her body was satiated but she didn't feel whole. Tears began to stream silently down her face. What had she done? The cycle of pointless fucking had begun and she was powerless to stop it. She didn't love him anymore and he didn't love her. She had become a mere toy to him. Silent sobs racked her body and she shivered. She wished he would touch her, tell her everything would be fine. The hot tears continued to flow, but he refused to roll over and face her. It wasn't his job to comfort her any more. If she needed to cry it was her business- It didn't matter to him anymore. He wasn't obligated. It had just been fucking.



Fringe Benefits



"I've made my ruling. Mr. Warner. Mrs. Warner. Counsel?"

Five people in the courtroom stood. My lawyer, Adam Brillstein and his assistant, Lauryn Tourney, myself, my soon-to-be-ex-husband, Bryant and his dim-watt bulb lawyer, Arthur Acrisos. Lauryn gave my shoulders a quick, gentle squeeze and Adam shot her a stern look. She had evidently forgotten his admonition about showing emotion in the courtroom but I appreciated her gesture. After all, she had been my closest confidante during this entire proceeding.

"Mrs. Warner, you will receive the house in Miami Beach, the ranch in Jackson Hole and the cottage on Martha's Vineyard." With each word, my excitement and anticipation grew while I saw Bryant's face bleed red with anger. "You will also receive the Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow II, the Bentley Corniche and the Aston Martin V12 Vanquish. I believe you have the keys, Mr. Warner?"

Bryant looked apoplectic but Acrisos turned to his client and sticking his hand out. My soon-to-be-ex-husband shoved his hand into the front pocket of his Roberto Cavalli suit and dropped the keys into his attorney's hand. "Yes. We have the keys, Your Honor."

"Good. Please give them to the bailiff. Janet, please hand the keys over to Mrs. Warner." The judge paused in his reading, watching sternly as his personal bailiff completed her orders. "All right. Mrs. Warner, you also will receive a lump sum payment of $50 million dollars and an annual payment of $10 million a year for the rest of your natural life. Mr. Warner will retain the Manhattan penthouse, the plantation in Georgia and the cattle ranch in Texas as well as the various other cars, some of which were purchased before the marriage." The judge set the papers down and cast his discerning eye upon both myself and Bryant, as well as our lawyers. "Any objections?"

I looked over at Bryant and saw him struggling to keep his mouth shut. His lawyer glanced at him and gave an uneasy smile with a nod which my lawyer copied. And with a bang of his gavel, my marriage was over. Lauryn was the first to congratulate me, giving me a long, hard squeeze that briefly robbed me of breath. Brillstein gave me a curt nod and handshake and I sank down in a chair, watching Bryant stalk out, fuming while our lawyers civilly shook hands.

"Well, what do you want to do first?"

I laughed at Lauryn's question, forcing the image of her naked body from my mind. "How about a drink? I need one!"

"Sounds good. How about you, Mr. Brillstein?"

"Have to get back to the office." The lawyer clicked his briefcase shut. "But you may go, Lauryn. In fact, take the rest of the day off." Brillstein gave us a rare smile. "Mrs. Warner ... "

I cleared my throat and said, "Miss Williamson."

"I'm sorry, Miss Williamson, would not have all this coming to her if you hadn't done the research that uncovered Mr. Warner's hidden assets." Lauryn beamed at the praise from her employer. "I'll see you tomorrow, Lauryn. Miss Williamson, make sure to call for an appointment so we can get the papers signed and wrap things up."

"Yes, Mr. Brillstein, and thanks again."

My lawyer walked through the short double doors, traversed the aisle and disappeared into the outer hallway. I looked up at Lauryn who was wearing a huge smile, holding my purse out to me. 

"Shall we?"

Since I had the keys to the Aston Martin, I offered to drive and we giddily took the beautiful machine out on the road, laughing like mischievous school girls as we wound through traffic and headed up into the hills. Once on those serpentine roads, I ratcheted the speed down and we coasted, enjoying the bright sunshine and each other's company. After drinks and a satisfying lunch, we headed back down toward town.

"So what are your plans?"

I shrugged. "Don't really have any." I swung the car into the parking garage where Lauryn's car was, pulled into a parking space next to it and let the Vanquish growl into silence. "Just work next week ... "

"Well, I have some plans."

"Oh?"

Lauryn reached over and put her hand on my leg, swinging her big hazel eyes up to me. "I've had some plans for some time now." Her hand left the material of my skirt and the heat of her palm seemed to blaze its imprint in my skin. "I've wanted you ever since you walked into Mr. Brillstein's office." 

My heart was pounding so hard; I wondered if she could hear it through my chest. Little did Lauryn know, I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I had been married for close to fifteen years and never in those nearly fifteen years had I enjoyed sex with my husband. At first, I thought it was just Bryant so I seduced our mechanic, Alex, and fucked him as a test. As handsome and as sexually experienced as he was, I felt nothing. It wasn't until a few weeks later, when I went out with a few girls from work, that I discovered my hidden love: women.

My friend, Susie, from work took me to my first gay bar and I was overwhelmed. No less than fifteen women hit on me within five minutes of entering the place. I guess my long blonde hair and blue eyes, C cups and shapely legs made me the apple of many a girl's eye. I deflected all of the passes but I learned a lot that night. I learned that I'm a lipstick lesbian, that I like women who are plump and curvy like me and boy, did Lauryn fit that bill!

I grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her pink mouth to mine. The contact was electric and she pushed her tongue back against mine with as much passion as I was giving her. Her hand slid right up my leg and her fingers met the top of my mound, then gently slid downward, rubbing my slit. I moaned into her mouth and widened my legs, shuddering at the feel of her fingertips gently inching their way into the crotch of my panties and gasping when they stroked the length of my quivering lips. She pressed in farther and my hips responded with a will of their own, pushing upward and forcing her fingers deeper into my rapidly dampening pussy.

I reached across for her and took one of her beautiful breasts in my hand, finding the nipples through the soft material and rubbing them into greater hardness. It was Lauryn's turn to moan and I squeezed again, still moving my hips and grinding my way toward an orgasm. I wanted to do the same for her but she kept her knees clamped tightly together while she finger-fucked me to an orgasm so hard that my teeth clicked together.

Lauryn removed her hand and licked her fingers, gazing at me with a sly smile as I laid in the driver's seat, panting and fighting to recover my senses. "Why don't you follow me to my house and we'll continue this?"

She got out before I had a chance to reply and I watched her slim hips twitch as she walked over to her car. My pussy was still clenching and my skin felt like I was being shocked with each aftershock. I sat up, still a tiny bit lightheaded, started the car and followed her out of the parking garage. It turned out that her apartment wasn't too far from the court house and after a short twenty minute drive, I pulled into a set of expensive condominiums, parking a few spaces away from her.

We took the cobbled walk to a back staircase and she escorted me into a nice apartment, vibrant with colorful watercolors and oils and pulled me into her arms as soon as we stepped inside. I remembered the hug we shared in court and I pulled her tighter, relishing the feel of our breasts crushed together, our tongues dancing. She locked the door and led me up the stairs, pushing me onto her queen-size bed with a smirk on her face.

"Something funny?" I asked, slipping my shoes and jacket off.

"No." She crawled over me, pulling her shirt open and releasing those beautiful size Ds. One nipple swung over my mouth and I stuck my tongue out, tasting it and drawing a gasp from Lauryn. "I was just thinking about something one of the lawyers said once, about fringe benefits."

"Fringe benefits?"

"Yeah. He had presided over a divorce that netted him his new wife and he said that she was a fringe benefit." Lauryn laid her body entirely on top of me, her eyes meeting mine. "He said he'd met the love of his life on that case." Her voice was soft, as soft as the lips that brushed over mine. "I was hoping that I'd met mine."

My heart started pounding again as she kissed me again and I pulled her shirt off, letting my hands drift across her bare back. She whimpered and slid off me, unbuttoning my shirt and freeing my breasts. Without a break, she moved down to my nipples, licking and sucking until my back ached with trying to push it farther into her mouth. Her hands encircled my waist, dragging my skirt and pantyhose down and I did the same for her, removing clothing until we were absolutely naked.

"Wow." I whispered. Every inch of Lauryn's body was breathtaking. From the swan-like arch of her neck to her rose-tipped breasts to the creamy mound that rose between her silky thighs, she was an absolute knockout. "How did I get so lucky?"

"You're not the only lucky one." She remarked, gazing at my fit body and gently pulling my nipple ring. I nearly bit a hole through my lip at the sharp sensation. "Your ex must be gay." She giggled, mouthing my pierced nipple and licking and tugging at the same time. "His loss, my gain."

"Oh, yeah." I trembled as my pussy rippled and fresh juice leaked out, wetting her sheets. Her tongue attacked my other nipple, sucking and biting it into hardness and making me juice again. She moved over me, spreading my legs and pushing our pussies together. I moaned, grinding my clit against hers and accepting her kiss as we bucked against each other, desperately searching for an orgasm. We didn't have to wait long. I exploded first, taking her with me and I shuddered at the feeling of her cream dripping into my pulsing cunt.

I ended up spending the night with Lauryn, learning every inch of her body with my tongue and hands and achieving more orgasms than I ever had in my entire life. We parted in the morning with plans on meeting later. You see, I had an appointment with Brillstein and I was going to have to see her.

Fringe benefits work both ways... 



Fringe Benefits



"That's it," John thought, "I can't afford to go to school here anymore." He looked at the notice he got in the mail, stating that tuition would be going up almost 15 percent next year. He was barely scraping by as it is, and he was already working two jobs, though they were a crappy bookstore job and a even crappier Pizza joint job. There wasn't much else available that would let him devote any time to his classes, though. 

He was just going to have to transfer to one of the state schools back home, and move back in with his parents. 

He shuddered as this thought hit him. He really liked the on-campus life, being able to set his own hours, go where he wanted, watch all the pretty girls all over the place, maybe even taking one back to his room if he managed to get that far with her. He'd never have that freedom at home; he never did before. He sighed as he got more and more depressed about it. He packed up his books, and headed off to class, feeling sorry for himself.

--

Halfway to class, a bright orange flyer taped to a pole caught his eye. Usually he just blew past them, but this one was different:

     COLLEGE GUYS!!!!
     Make BIG $$$$$$
     Set Your own Hours!!!
    Call Abby for an Appt.

There were those tear-off number tags at the bottom. A couple had been taken already. "Probably a scam, or one of those telemarketing scams", he thought, but he grabbed a number anyway, stuffed it in his pocket, and continued to his classes.

--

After classes, he went on to hockey practice, and then to the library to study for a couple of hours. By then it was time to get to work at the Pizza place. A few hours of shlepping pitchers and slices to the rich coeds, and he was ready to call it a night. He dragged himself back to his dorm, ready to just collapse and go to sleep. He reached in his pocket to get his keys, and pulled out the orange tab with the number. "Oh, yeah," he thought sarcastically, "My BIG MONEY opportunity." He chuckled to himslef as he opened the door and went in. 

Something made him look at the number again. "What the heck," he said, "I have nothing to lose, and I need the cash." He grabbed the phone ad dialed the number, expecting an answering machine at this late hour. But a woman picked up. 

"C.S. Productions," she answered. 

"Umm, Hi, my name is John, and I'm calling about the Ad posted on campus. Is Abby there?" John queried nervously. 

"Uh-huh, this is Abby," the voice answered, "Let me ask a few questions, okay?"

"Sure, ask away." John readied himself for the surely inane questions to come.

"How old are you, hon?" Abby asked. 

"I just turned 18 last month," he answered. "Is that too young?"

"No, 18 is perfect," she said. "What's your height, weight, general build?"

"I'm 6 feet tall, around 180, pretty normal build. I guess maybe I'd call it athletic. I play hockey, so I sorta stay in shape..."

"Oh, an athlete, huh?" she cut him off, "Excellent." He heard her writing some things down, turning some pages. 

"How about body hair?"

"No, no body hair," John answered. He had been shaving hid body since being on the high school swim team. But why would she ask that?

"Pubic hair too?" Abby queried.

"Um, what?" John replied. "No, no, no hair at all. I shave for swimming." Actually, he didn't swim competitively any more. He just kept clean shaven because he liked the way it felt, and how it made his cock look bigger. But what was she interested in that for?

"Mmm, nice. A smooth athlete," she sort of purred. "We're just off of campus, on Ackerman. Can you come in tomorrow morning for an interview, maybe some test shots?"

"Sure - wait, test shots?" John asked, "What, like pictures?"

"Yes, pictures", Abby replied, "This is a male modeling job. You've never modeled, have you?"

"No, never," John said. 

"That's OK," Abby assured him, "We'll talk about specifics when you get here." She gave him directions, and they hung up. 

"Modeling," he thought, "Probably that Abercrombie & Fitch stuff that Brian on the hockey team was doing. I can handle that, if it pays OK."

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The next morning, he found the place. From the outside, it just looked like a normal off-campus apartment, but he noticed one corner of the house had the windows blacked out. He rang the bell, and the door buzzed to let him in. He waled in, and into the living room of the house. He saw some pictures on the walls, all of college age guys, mostly with their shirts off, giving their "smoldering" looks to the camera. He saw a couple of magazines on the table, "Campus Studs" was the title. 

Before he could reach and thumb through one, a cute redhead came into the room. "John?" she queried, "I'm Abby." John shook Abby's hand, and smiled. She looked to be no older than 22, dressed pretty much like most of the girls on campus, in low-waisted jeans and a tight t-shirt. She has a nice petite figure, with firm little breasts, a tight round little ass, and sparkling green eyes, the type John usually fell for. "Follow me," she said, and led him down the hall to an office. 

She sat down, and offered John a chair. "Have you heard of Campus Studs before?" she asked. 

"I have to be honest, I haven't," John replied, "Sorry." 

Abby waved her hand, "No, don't worry, we are fairly new here. I'll tell you the story."

Abby explained that she was a photography student, and that while she was in school, she did some contract work for a small website that offered beefcake photos. She would photograph friends of hers, other students, etc., and sell them to this website. The man who ran the website liked her work, and gave her some money to set up a small studio here near campus, and a website of her own. She figured it was better than working for someone else, so she jumped at the chance. She kept taking pictures of guys on campus, and developed her own website, "Campus Studs".

"Oh," John said, "That's cool; you must be doing pretty well, since you have a magazine now."

"Yes, we're doing OK now, with the website, magazine, and DVDs," Abby stated, "But not at first." She told him about how they just weren't making money, they weren't even breaking even. Then she got a request via the website from a man if she had any nude pictures of a certain model. She didn't, and the guy told her that he'd pay more to see something like that. "So, that's how we got into the business we are now, which is much more lucrative," she said.

"What business is that?", John asked warily.

"Jack-Off magazines and videos," she stated, matter-of-factly, "Lots of guys, and some women too, really want to see young guys, such as yourself, gearing down and playing with themselves. There's a lot more money if you can find a way to sell to a male audience."

John was flabbergated. "I don't know," he stammered, "Naked and all.."

Abby stepped around her desk, and put her hand on John's arm. "You've got the body for it, hon, trust me." She rubbed his chest, and flashed her green eyes at him. "I know I'd pay to see you work it," she cooed.

She walked back to her desk. "Oh, and by the way, here is the pay scale," she stated, slipping a sheet of orange paper into his hands. He looked:

     Per-Shoot Payscale       ------------------

    shirtless$50 per photo session       underwear$100 per photo session      thong/jockstrap$250 per photo session       nude, soft  $400 per photo session       nude, hard  $500 per photo session      masturbation  $700 per photo session     Video masturbation$1000 per session      group sessionextra $500 

"A thousand dollars!" John gasped, "I could really use that money, but I don't know if I could..."

Abby put her hand on his knee. "You want to try a test shoot? It'll be just me," she said, "No video, and you can stop whenever you feel uncomfortable."

John agreed to the test shoot, after Abby convinced him he could stop everything if he wanted to. She led him down the hall, to a staircase. In the basement, they had a fairly extensive studio set up. There was lots of lights, tripods, reflectors, and such in the center of the room, and in each corner, there was a little "set" configured. In one corner, there was a sort of Dorm Room set up, with a ned, a desk, bookshelves, TV, posters, and the like. In the others, there was a bathroom, complete with shower stall, toilet and, and sink, and a locker room, with benches and lockers. The last corner was a plain black backdrop, with just a black stool in the center.

"we'll use the plain black setup for the test shoot, so we can get a better idea of what we have to work with," Abby told John. "Why don't you just go get comfortable on the stool there." 

John went over and propped himself on the stool. Abby pulled out her cellphone, and clicked it. It was one of those walkie-talkie phones. "Karen, Jessie, can you come down to the studio?" she said into the phone, "We have a test subject down here that I need your help and opinions on.

"Karen and Jessie are my partners here, John," she explained. "They'll observe too, and help out with lighting and stuff."

John saw two other similarly-aged women walk in from the stairs, both tall, tanned brunettes, in tank tops and small white shorts that accentuated their long, tan legs. Looking closer, John noticed that they looked to be identical twins. They stepped forward to introduce themselves.

"I'm Jessie," the one on the right stated, "And this is my twin sister Karen." 

John shook both of their hands. "I'm John," he sort of gulped in reply. "I've never done this before, so please take it easy on me"

They laughed, and told him not to worry, that he should just relax and be himself. They said that they used to model for Abby, when she was in school, and couldn't afford to pay for models, and that she was easy to work for.

Karen and Jessie each went to one of the bright lights, and aimed them at the stool where John sat. Abby came back over camera in hand. "OK, let's get started," she said. "John, just sit on the stool, with one leg up, and one on the floor, and look at the camera."

He followed her instructions, posing this way and that, smiling or not, as she clicked away. About 20 shots in, Abby asked him to remove his shirt. "No problem there," he thought, and he slipped off his shirt. He was starting to get into this, and liked having the undivided attention of three beautiful women. He flexed playfully for the women, who giggled their approval.

More poses followed. Abby decided that the flexing pose was a good idea, and moved on with more like that, in a "beefcake" vein. John was really starting to enjoy himself, and the girls' laughter was intoxicating. They started to play along too, making comments like "What a stud!" and "Hey Baby, over here!"

Abby asked him to unbutton the tops of his jeans, and slip them down, so he could show off his abs more. John did so, and did that "ab flex" pose he always saw on the fitness magazine covers. He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops, and played with the waistband of his jeans, and Abby's camera kept clicking. She had him run his hand over his hard abs, and took some shots of him from behind, with his jeans slung low on his hips. Karen and Jessie continued their encouragement and coaxing.

John was feeling good about himself when Abby suggesteed he remove his pants, so he did as told, and slipped them off, leaving him wearing just his tight white boxer briefs. "Oooh, nice undies!" Karen cooed at him.

"Who's looking at the undies?" Jessie giggled in response. "It's what inside that counts. Nice ass!"

They all laughed, and John wiggled his ass for them. Then more poses, now laying on his stomch, now from behind with his foot on the stool, now leaning back on the chair from the side. Abby suggested some shots with his thumbs in the waistband, sort of sliding down the briefs a bit, and John obliged. More like that, bent over at the waist, then flexing his abs, then running his hands over his stomach.

Then came the moment of truth. "How about reaching your hand inside your briefs?" Abby asked. "That would be really hot."

John thought about it for a moment, and looked up. Jessie and Karen were just staring at his body, and adjusting their lights. He looked over at Abby, and she gave him a mischievious crooked smile, and winked at him with her beautiful green eyes. How could he resist? He slipped his hand under his waistband, and grabbed hold of his big soft cock.

"Very good," Abby said, and kept clicking. "Now move it off to the side - good. OK, stroke it a little - nice. Play with your balls some - that's it."

John was really getting into it now. He wasn't even thinking about what he was doing. He just kept looking up and seeing those three gorgeous women staring at his package, and kept following Abby's orders. He looked over at Jessie, and thought he saw her lick her lips and smile, but couldn't be sure, as he was really starting to get worked up.

"OK, roll down your waistband so your cock head is peeking out the top. Excellent." Abby continued with her instructions. "Now turn around, and slide your briefs down so we can see some crack peeking out. Mmm, nice. Lay down on your belly, and slide them down to your thighs. Smile! Very good. OK, turn back over, sit up, and slip them down to your ankles."

John did as he was instructed, and realized he was now totally nude, with a raging hard-on, in front of these women. He didn't care, though, as he felt amazing. He sat with his briefs around his ankles and smiled as Abby kept clicking away. He was just going with the flow now, doing everything they told him. It was such a rush being ordered around this way.

She had him lie on his stomach, facing away from her, and tuck his cock and balls back between his legs, so they showed from behind. Then back up on all fours, ass in the air, balls dangling down. OK, back up standing, and cup your balls in your hand. Smile. OK stroke it faster. Point it down so it is stright out. Now let it go, and let it smack against your stomach. More encouragement from the other girls had John almost in a trance. He was putty in their hands, they could do whatever they wanted to him right now.

"John, will you come for us?" Abby asked. "If you can, we can pay you as if this were a normal shoot. Girls, he passes the test, right?"

"Absolutely," Jessie stated emphatically. "I'd say he more than passes."

"Uh-huh," Karen offered, and she smiled at John, and giggled.

John stood there with his rock hard cock in his hand, and all he knew was that he was really enjoying this. 

"Sure," he answered, "I think I can do that." He laughed out loud, and started stroking with more purpose.

"Great. Lay down on your back on those pillows in the corner," Abby instructed. "Aim it straight up, and use nice, long strokes for the camera. Tell me when you are about to shoot."

John laid dowon, and started stroking like he was told. He closed his eyes, and imagined the three girls circled around him, naked. He imagined the twins running each others breasts and kissing each other, while Abby leaned in and stroked his cock. He moaned out loud as the fantasy in his mind developed. He started to stroke faster as he imagined Abby lowering her moist lips onto his rock hard erection. Jessie was now lapping at Karen's pussy, at least in his mind. He fondled his balls, and kept stroking, his imagination working just as feverishly as his hand.

"I'm - gonna - cum!" he gasped out, and he opened his eyes. He saw Abby move in closer with her camera, the motor whirring away as she captured every frame. Karen and Jessie had abandoned their lights, and moved in for a closer look. It felt like a volcano erupting when the first big rope of cum shot out, straight up into the air, splashing down on his stomach. Stream after stream of cum shot up, landing on his belly, or running down his hand and over his balls. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the last drops dribbled out, and down his already softening shaft.

"Awesome!" Abby congratulated him. "Hold on, I need a few more shots". She took some close-ups of his cum-covered cock in his cum-covered hand, and some shots of him laying back with cum pooled on his stomach. 

"Run your hands through it, over your stomach. Very nice!"

Abby clapped softly, and the twins joined in. "I think we can definitely use that," Abby stated. "You did an excellent job, John. Are you sure you haven't jerked off for pictures before?" 

"No, I'm sure," John laughed.

"Alright then. Jessie, can you go help John clean himself up, while I work on getting his money?" Abby asked the leggy brunette.

"No problem whatsoever," Jessie answered cheerfully. She walked aver, and grabbed him by the cock. "Follow me," she said, and smiled. She led him by the cock to a small washroom just outsidfe the studio door, and washed off all the cum with a warm soapy cloth. She dried him completely with a nice soft towel, and then led him back into the studio, again by the cock.

"Hey, take it easy on his equipment!" Abby laughed in Jessie's direction. "He needs to keep that in top shape, so we can all make big money."

"Sorry, but I was gentle," Jessie quipped, and let go of him, with a little giggle.

Karen brought him his clothes, and handed them to him as he dressed. "Please excuse my sister's, um, forward nature. She's a bit of a more dominant personality than I am," she stated quietly. "She can't resist messing around when she sees a cute guy with a big cock." 

John took that as a compliment, and even blushed a little. When he was fully dressed, Abby brought over his check. "So that's $700, like on the price list," she said as she handed him the check. "Maybe next time we can go for more money, with a video, or working with other models for a big payday."

"I think the video is OK, probably," John stated, "But I'm not sure about doing that with another guy, at least not yet."

"Fair enough, we'll stick with the video first then," Abby told him, "But our other models are not necessarily all other guys."

"Huh?" John shot back, lamely.

"Yeah, Jessie and I sometimes will work with the right guy," Karen piped in.

"Or better yet, guys!" Jessie added.

John smiled broadly. He was starting to think he had found his new calling... 



Fringe Benefits



As the manager of a night club offers from women come quite often and most of the time for reasons other than uncontrollable passion. Most of the time they are looking for free admission, free drinks, or drinks when they are underage. In this state you can get in a night club at the age of 18 but cannot drink unless you are over 21. Keeping this in mind I'll tell you this story.

Things were going as planned at the club. Two bands were scheduled to play and they were on time and being quite accommodating. At around 11:30 I was summoned to the front door by my bouncer. When I got there I saw one of the hottest chicks that has ever entered the building. The doorman introduced her as Candi and said that she needed to speak to me. I'm not always taken by these kinds of situations and didn't plan to be suckered into this one. 

"How can I help you?" I asked.

"I was wondering if you were hiring any waitresses or shooter-girls?" she said, looking almost through me with her beautiful eyes.

"Not right now, but if you would like to fill out and application I'll keep you in mind." I said as I motioned for her to come to the office.

I noticed that as we went through the crowd, every swinging dick in the place was following her with their eyes. I should tell you that the crowd is predominantly ages 18-25, I on the other hand am 38. I'm guessing Candi to be 19 tops. With that said, as much as I'd love to pleasure this young lady, I'm quite a bit out of her age bracket.

When we got to the office and closed the door I asked "do you have any experience as a waitress?"

She proceeded to inform me that she wasn't really looking for a job, she just wanted to talk to me about making this club her hang out. See she was attending the local university as a first semester freshman. 

"I just turned 18 two days ago." she informed me.

"Wow. Well, I don't see any reason that you can't make this your hang-out for your time in school."

"Well, I've been to several bars and none of them will let me drink and it's just no fun to be out partying and not being able to drink. I was..."

I cut her off, "You are only 18 and that means you're not able to drink at any clubs around here."

"I know what the rules are, but I was hoping to make a special arrangement with you." she said with a wickedly innocent smile.

At this point I know from several years of doing this job that the offer was on the table and it was now or never. 

I walked straight over to her and kissed her deeply. She was hesitant but willing. I began to slowly explore her body with my hands as she sucked on my tongue. It was like no kiss I'd ever received. It was like she was giving a blowjob to my tongue. I was picking up the pace with my hands. I was in her shirt in no time lightly pinching her nipples until she broke our kiss to sign loudly. She leaned back against the wall for support and I took the opportunity to unzip my pants and pull out my stiffening cock.

"Is something like this what you had in mind when you said 'arrangement'?"

"Yea. But not a quickie. Come here." she said as she moved toward the couch.

We took the time to undress. I'm out of my league but thanks to an earlier visit from the local "pharmaceutical rep" I'm not fully hard and I know that this is going to be one hell of a good time.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Yea. Once a week you can have me any way you want and I can drink anything I want and put it on your tab."

I'm not thinking with the right head. "Cool. But you'd better be careful throwing words like 'any way you want' around with me. I'm older, have done more and have a better imagination than boys your age." Not to mention I've got the coke hornies and half numb cock.

"Anything. " was all she said before resuming the 'tongue job'.

Both naked we fall back on the couch. As much as I'm enjoying the kissing and groping I have to taste her pussy. I slide down between her legs and find a beautifully trimmed cunt with only a few wisps of red hair. I can't be stopped now. I suck her clit into my mouth, gentle at first and then I put a vacuum-like suction to it.

"AAAAWWWW MY GGGGOOOOD! What are you doing?" she cried

"I'm gonna show you a time that none of those 18 year old guys could imagine. You like it?"

"Please don't stop. Eat me. Lick and suck my pussy."

I proceed to continue to eat the sweetest pussy I've ever been near. Thinking I can't do anything to top the reaction she just gave, I continue to suck her clit and innocently stick a finger in her folds.

"JESUS CHRIST! What's going on?" she yelled louder than the last time.

I start to move in and out with my finger searching for her g-spot. "You've never cum before. That's going to change." I told her. Still working now two fingers into her I just watch her. Her eyes are closed and she has a startled look on her face. Just as I feel her orgasm starting I decide to give her another first. I lower my head and start licking her asshole. One broad stroke and one jab trying to tongue fuck her.

"SSHHHIIITTTT. That's my ass. Don't stop. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh yea this is incredible."

When her orgasm was over she seemed to almost try to take a break. I was not in the mood for a break. I stood over her and put my cock on her lips.

"I don't do this. I've never..." was all she could get out.

"Just let me ease it in. You can learn. Suck gently. Treat it the way you treated my tongue when we kissed."

She was a quick study. In and out she let my cock slide. Swirling her tongue around it in an awesome manner. I started to take longer strokes, forcing my dick deep into her throat. All the while she sucks lightly. I pull myself out of her mouth and stand up.

"Was I doing it wrong?" she asked

"No, we're switching places. Your lesson isn't over."

"Good, I think I might like this. What's wrong, am I not turning you on?" she asked looking down at my now flaccid rod.

"Yes you turn me on. It's just taking a break." I said, not wanting to explain the effects of the eight-ball I'd nearly finished in the four hours before she got here. "He'll be back. Lick me. Lick my balls. And underneath them."

She took orders very well and in no time I was back at attention. She began experimenting with speed and technique. It was a great blowjob but when she inched a finger around and found my puckered anus I was in heaven.

"Enough. I need to fuck you now" I said.

Spinning her around, reverse cowgirl was my first choice. She lowered herself onto me with an audible groan.

"That's it. Raise up and back down. God you are tight." I said

"Oh yea baby. I've never done it like this." she said as she picked up the pace.

Furiously she bounced on my cock. "YESSSSSSS!! I'm cumming again. OOOOOHHHHHH YESSSS!" she screamed.

As her orgasm subsided she again seemed to want to take a break. This time I let her because 'Mr. Jones' was visiting me and I figured I'd find the plate. 

"What's wrong." she asked. "You haven't cum yet?"

"Don't worry about me. Are you wanting to leave?"

"No but I'd like to have a line or two and you tell me what you want me to do to make you cum as hard as I did."

"O. K. " was all I could say. I didn't know she knew my little 'secret'.

We each did a few lines and I detailed what I thought would bring me to the ultimate orgasm. 

I'm rambling as she proceeds to tell me "Go ahead and stick in my ass then if that's what you want."

WOW. I put my cockhead at her rear entrance. "Just relax. I'll try to be gentle but I'm fuckin' horny as hell." I said.

"Don't worry about me. Fuck my ass as hard as you want. I want you to cum harder than you've ever cum before. I owe you that. Now cram that dick in me." 

That was all the encouragement I needed. I forced the head in as she squealed. "Fuck it baby, faster."

So I did. I fucked her so hard I almost felt guilty. This whore was begging for it and I was hitting it hard and fast now.

"Are you going to do everything I wanted?" I asked.

"Yea"

"Then turn around here and taste your ass." I said with one final stroke.

She turned around and took my cock into her mouth expertly. She was following the script perfectly. She stopped sucking and began jerking my cock. She moved around and tried to put a finger in my asshole while still jacking me off. 

"OUCH" I said. "Lick you finger."

"HUH!" she exclaimed.

And to my surprise I felt her spread my cheeks and lick my ass. That was all it took. She replaced her tongue with her finger and began to finger bang my ass. 

"Keep doing that and come around here." I said. "I want to cum on your face and tits. Oh yeah baby I'm gonna cum."

"Cum all over my face. I feel like a whore. Do it baby...spray in on me."

She was still working my anus as I started to explode and took my cock from her hands and started to jerk it myself.

"OOOOHH Yesss!" I said as I jerked my cock toward her face. "Look at me when I cum on you. There it is...."

"Cum on me baby. Cum on your little slut."

Three thick jets of jizz hit her on the chin and cheek. She looked amazing with my cum on her. And even more amazing as she licked it off of her hands and face.

"Did I do O.K.?" she asked.

"You did fine. That was awesome."

"I wanna drink, a couple lines, and more cum. Mine and yours. I've already missed dorm curfew, looks like you'll have to teach me some more. Can older guys fuck all night?"

I put down my straw and smirked. "You won't be able to walk by the time the sun comes up." 



Fringe Benefits



Chapter Fifty Eight

FRINGE BENEFITS

After you left the other night, I thought to myself...oh my goodness what have I done. I put it out there for you. I told you my naughty little secret fantasies. I was so explicit with the details. What in the heck was I thinking.? I just hope that when you digest it all that it puts a smile on your face to think someone could want to be with you in the way that I described. I hope it wasn't too immature or too much to absorb. I hope that you think of it in the best of spirits. And if you don't feel the same, you won't make much of it. 

I usually don't go into detail about how I want to be with someone. I usually am not the type to just throw myself out there and hope I don't fall flat on my face. I usually am the one who plays things as they come and decides then what to do. 

I had been contemplating on what I told you for so long it was starting to wear me down. I just assumed you felt well somewhat the same. I guess I shouldn't assume things like that. The way you flirted and talked to me....well I took that to mean that maybe just maybe you had some of the same sort of feelings as me. I guess I may have been over zealous in my thought process. Oh well, it's too late now to take the stuff back. I guess I just have to live with the consequences. 

I am just sitting here waiting on some sort of sign from you. A call. A letter. A visit. Anything. Then again I may not want to hear what you have to say. Or maybe I will just have to wait till later today or maybe several days, depending on how you feel and what you want to say to me. And if you ever want to see me again. You may not after I have opened my mouth and inserted my big foot.

The things running through my head now are doubt, fear, shame, and sheer embarrassment. I wanted to tell you what I felt. I wanted you to know just what you did to me. I didn't know how else to say it. I couldn't just blurt it out. I am way too shy and awkward to do that. I know the next time I see you I am going to be flushed, red faced, and probably stutter and stammer. However, I will try and remain composed. I will try and remain calm and collected.

Believe me, if I thought this was going to put a strain on things I would have never done it. I would have kept my mouth shut and continued as before. I just felt so strongly about it. I suppose time will tell just like the story goes. 

I surely don't want to cause any problems in your home life or mine for that matter. I guess I should let you know that. I hope I made that clear when I tossed out everything else on the line. I am not saying I want a relationship. I just wanted to let you know that you have been the hot topic of my fantasies lately. I know it is probably due to the fact that we joke, flirt and tease like we do when we are around each other. Whatever the reason it is there and it isn't going away any time soon. I thought maybe you would like to hear some of those thoughts. So I told you about them. Never meaning any harm.

Sometimes people act before they think. I had been carrying that information in my pocket every day for the past week. I finally had the nerve to give it to you. What you do with it now is totally up to you. But if for one fleeting moment in time, I can believe there is a chance for the fantasy to be a reality...I am going to jump on it.

Don't hesitate to think that for one moment my fantasies are just going to go away. They will probably be even more stronger now. I can pretend that you to have those thoughts to touch, feel, caress, taste, kiss...and be tangled up in a web of passion. I can imagine that you want it as much as me and that your passion burns deep in your belly as mine does me. I can dream that we will live out a night of passion so intense neither of us can bare the thought of it ending. I can fathom the thoughts that may rush through your head...they are of an unbridled lust that is to much to tame. I can only hope that in my minds eye these things will happen. I so do desire you. I can't make that any more plain. I can tell you a thousand fantasies that I have had of us. I can lead you into the world of eroticism and allow you to unleash your feverish overflow of undeniable tension. BUT this is only if you are willing to go there with me.

I see us together in a bed of melted passion. We are so enthralled in one another the whole world has disappeared into thin air. There is no one else. There is nothing else. Just our two bodies intertwined together. I fell your heart pound as you come near me and kiss me. Your lips touch mine and I go limp in your arms. I return the kiss with such fervor and passion. You can tell by the way that I kiss that I want you. My hands cup your face as my lips continue to feed off of yours. My touch is so electrifying to you. I feel your hands moving across my body searching for a way to unmask the body beneath the clothing. We do not want to part from holding and kissing. I break free but just to unveil my body to your gazing eyes. I can only hope that you are pleased with the picture you see. You take me in your arms and touch my silky flesh with your finger tips. Sending bolts of energy through me. I begin to remove your clothing and you stop me....you take them off for me. Once you are out of them you move to me and hold me close to your naked skin. The feeling is exhilarating. 

Our bodies mesh together as we fall back onto the bed holding on to each other, kissing and touching, taking it all in. The chills you feel are not from the cold but from the feelings you are experiencing. 

Your body answers to my touch. I can see the response as your manhood stands at attention for me. I embrace it with my one hand, caressing the taught skin. The other hand is around your neck as we continue to kiss. My lips and mouth are so inviting as they feast upon yours. Your tongue playing with mine as they mingle together. Such heated kisses. Our mouths interlocked as one. 

You feel my hand as it traces the taught skin of your penis. My finger tips rub so softly on the tip and around the edges, tracing the veins, massaging up and down, gently, softly. I feel the passion intensify in your kisses and your touch as I continue to move up and down on your masculinity with my hand. I hear a moan escape your mouth as you embrace the erotic pleasure you are feeling. I kiss down your chest licking the nipples of your breasts as I travel on downward. I reach the playground in which my hand has been playing and allow my lips to taste the soft taught skin of your rod iron cock. I caress the balls with my hand. With the other hand I grasp the hard member before me and plummet it to the depths of my throat. Licking and sucking as I move it in and out of my mouth. I am moving slowly enjoying the hardness as I pleasure you. I can hear the passionate groans coming from your lips. I feel your hands upon my skin rubbing and caressing me. Your fingers going through my hair in a crazy frenzy. The feeling of your throbbing cock is so intense. I can feel the heat that illuminates from the rod. I continue to suckle you to the edge of orgasm. I raise myself upon your stead. My back is to you as I ride your cock. The pleasure is almost too much to bear. You place your hands at my hips and move me up and down on your cock. Lifting me up and then pulling me back down hard deep and fast. I play with my clit as I am riding you. You can see me in the mirror in front of the bed. Oh how this does excite you. I feel myself on the brink as you continue to pump in and out of me as I ride you like a stallion. I feel the throbbing of your dick then the warmth of your seed as you climax into ecstacy. I continue to ride it out milking your cock, playing with my clit till I to orgasm into the pleasure zone. 

I fall into a heap upon your chest. You brush my hair with your fingers and kiss my forehead. I hear you whisper, "What good fringe benefits."

I just smile and enjoy the moment. Because I know it wont last forever, but the fantasy of that thought sure is nice.

Hmmmm what a nice thought.....wouldn't you agree?



Fringe Benefits



I'm a very horny guy, and when I'm not having sex I usually jack off at least three times a day. Working out makes me even hornier—I've gotten off seven or eight times a day on heavy lifting days. Been with plenty of women of all varieties—went through an Asian fetish, which was fun—but had never made it with a black woman. There was a big bust black model, LaTina, that has always been one of my favorites: built like a brick ****house, 44EE, raven dark hair, slutty red full lips, big old booty, and to top it off, my favorite—a big, black, hairy bush. I lost track long ago how many times I had a blown a huge load into my Fleshlight while dreaming about LaTina and her heaving bosom, her red nails warpped around my ass cheeks.

Then I moved. In the service, I wound up in South Carolina, one of those places where there's not much to do except drink, hunt, and fish. Once day I was checking out the local area looking for a decent place to get my haircuts. I found a place right by my house that was sports oriented, TVs playing sports, girls wearing ref uniforms. They also gave big discounts to veterans, which I am. So I walked in, and there were a bunch of girls waiting. It was their "Grand Opening", and I guess with the economy being the way it is, it wasn't real grand. The girl whose turn it was definitely got my attention, though. Really, really cute—gorgeous smile, lips like Sade, and a nice hairdo, black and curly. She introduced herself as Rasheeda. It wasn't until I started following her to the back that I noticed she had a terrific, rounded ass, even in that ref uniform. When I got back there for my shampoo, my eyes almost popped out of my head when I really had a chance to check out here short, curvy figure, which featured six inches of cleavage showing with her unzipped top. I was sure enjoying myself as I got the full package—scalp massage, shampoo, facial, and a neck rub. She gave me a terrific haircut, and a heart-warming smile when I left. When she bent down to fill out my AMEX slip, I got a full view of her full, perfect tits with a black, lacy, heavy duty bra. As soon as I got home, I ripped off my clothes, and put on a cocksucking vid as I dreamed about Rasheeda 's hot mouth sliding up and down my aching rod. My balls felt heavy and my cock was slick as I slowly stroked myself to a mindblowing orgasm. It was a routine I repeated every time I got my haircut and I got to know Rasheeda better.

We always kind of flirted, but eventually she let it be known she was married with a kid. I really liked her by now and she did a great job on my hair, so I let it alone and was the perfect gentleman. One day, though, I noticed she wasn't wearing her ring, and she looked unhappy.  After holding back a little, she indicated she and her husband were separated and he had treated her like shit. I listened to hear and was sympathetic, but didn't hit on her. I gave her her usual 33% tip and joked if she wanted to see what a nice guy was like she should stop by sometime. "Maybe I will, " as said, and my heart almost stopped.

About a week later, just before I went back in for my haircut, I got a text from her asking if I were free that Friday night. If Rasheeda only knew how many times I had jacked off dreaming of her, she would've known I would've accomodated her if it were my last night on earth. She mentioned a bistro nearby, and we met for dinner. She looked absolutely stunning in a simple black mini and a silk ivory top with her cleavage showing and nipples poking through the fabric. I had a martini and a couple glasses of wine, and managed to relax. Turns out we both like jazz, so she agreed to come over for a while.

As soon as we got in the door she hugged me. "You're so sweet." And then, it happened. She leaned up with those huge broan eyes and full lips and kissed me. Her shiny lip gloss tasted of peaches and I let her go as long as she wanted. "Mmmm..." she said.

I was incredulous and didn't want to make it too obvoius, but she did not resist when I kissed her cleavage and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. When I slid it off, and exposed her firm stomach and heavy breasts in a low cupped lacy bra, she put her hand on my bulging crotch and I almost screamed. I slowly led her to the bedroom and within seconds we were undressed.  Both of our hearts were beating so fast I knew there wouldn't be much foreplay. Her short, curvy body was just magic, and I barely registered her gorgeous, untrimmed bush before I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit as she moaned...she breathed in sharply as I slid my rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt. She was so tight and the look on her café so sensual that within six or seven strokes I knew it was coming. With her hands gripping my ass, I groaned like an animal as I shoved all the way in and blew three long, sticky streams of semen into her as I collapsed against her. "Baby...baby..." is all she said.

We spent the entire weekend in bed as we discovered each other. My dream had come true.



Fringe Benefits



My boss, Byron Powers, was a good looking black man who had risen through the ranks of company much faster than anyone before. He ran marathons, worked out on a regular basis (he even had a portable gym in his office) and and as far as I know had his fill of all the pussy he could ever desire. 

I liked Mr. Powers. He had an easy going manner and his employees respected him. There was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on, but you just couldn't help but like the guy and you wanted to work hard for him...to please him.

I had just turned 22 and had been working in the mail room when Byron first met me. He towered over my slender frame by at least 5 inches and I was little intimidated. I had been making my rounds, dropping off mail to the executives when we bumped into each other. 

He told me that he had heard good things about me and that he expected a lot. He said the world was mine, all I had to do was take it by the horns. He shook my hand firmly and slapped me on the back saying something about keeping up the good job I was doing. Then he said something about he was sure I was going to work out perfectly. 

I liked him from that very moment. 

As time went on Mr. Powers went out of his way to be good to me and I felt as though I had found a father figure I had so been longing for since my father abandoned my mother and I when I was 13. He looked out for me and even put me up for a promotion. I owed a lot to Mr. Byron Powers and found myself wanting to work harder and not disappoint him. I guess that is the mark of a good boss. 

In time, Byron invited to his house for the weekend. He said that he had a pool and a tennis court and I was free to stay the weekend. It was a Friday and being single I had no other plans. 

I took him up on his offer and packed a small bag to take with me after work. Friday was pretty much a blur to me as I anxiously waited for my trip to the country and Byron's estate. 

When 5 O'Clock rolled around I punched out and jumped in the car that Byron had arranged for me. I must say I felt like Donald Trump sitting in the back of that town car. Mr. Powers called me on the phone in the compartment that also had a television and mini-bar and asked if I was comfortable. I said 'very' and he told me he would see me in a little while.

Mr. Powers' house was a mansion. There was no other way to say it. It was a huge sprawling house on gorgeous grounds. I knew he made good money, but I didn't realize he made that much. 

He greeted me at the door in a pair of loose slacks and polo shirt. There was a drink in his hand and with his hand on the small of my back, just above my belt, welcomed me into his home. 

His lavishly decorated home looked like something out of a movie. He lived there alone, which I thought was strange, but people with a lot of money usually walk a different path. He mentioned that his houseboy had just quit to take a job in Europe but he was managing just fine for the moment without him. He was always looking for new talent, he added with a handsome smile, as he led me through the maze of hallways.

He walked me into the den and offered me a drink. I wasn't much of a drinker and said I would have what he was drinking. He told me he liked that and fixed my drink. It was strong and I knew that several of those would have me under the table. 

We sat in leather chairs in his den and chatted about work and my future and his vision for the company and about a million other things, but I had the nagging sense that there was something he wanted to talk about, something important, that he had yet to come to.

The sun began to set and Byron, and yes, I was allowed to call him Byron, because Mr. Powers was his dad and so on and so on. We ate steaks he grilled himself and sat on the huge deck which overlook his property, which included a pool and tennis court. The steaks were delicious and I had two more drinks and was feeling no pain at all. 

Byron lit up a thick rolled cigar and offered me. I politely declined. I watched as that thick stogie rolled past his thick, lush lips and found that my cock was stirring a little. I had never had a gay thought in my life, and maybe it was the alcohol, but I found myself attracted to the athletic black man sitting just inches away from me. 

Byron caught me staring at him and he laughed. Smiling he asked if I liked what I saw, "Because," he added, "he sure did."

Was my boss flirting with me? And did I mind? Was he picking up on my signs? And more importantly, did I care?

We joked a little and Byron finished his cigar, saying there were only a few other things he liked on his lips more than a Cuban cigar.

Well. There's no ignoring subtlety like that.

He stood and asked if I wanted to take a swim or watch a movie. It was a beautiful summer's night and I said a swim sounded great but I was afraid that I had drunk too much and that maybe a movie was the better option.

He agreed and we retired to his movie room. Yeah. The guy had his own theater with comfortable leather sofas and a huge screen and even a popcorn machine. 

We sunk down onto the couch and watched a movie from the '80's called Weird Science. It was a comedy about two high school boys who create their own dream girl. We found ourselves laughing out loud. I was very relaxed and having an awesome time. At some point during the movie, Byron joined me on my couch. I could smell his cologne and when he pushed his hand into the popcorn ball on my lap, I found myself thinking naughty thoughts.

In one scene of the high school boys wakes up in the morning only to discover that he is wearing the panties and cut off sweat-shirt of the actress in the movie. 

I have to admit, with his smaller, slender frame and longish hair he did look very cute in those blue Calvin Klein panties. The panties were high up on his hips and hugged his little package perfectly. The cut off sweat-shirt showed off his flat belly. He was very cute and he reminded me of someone I knew, I just couldn't think of who in my drunken state.

I found myself strangely aroused. I would have thought it was the alcohol but apparently Byron was thinking the same thing because he rewound the scene several times to watch over and over again. He especially liked the scene when the young actor walked away from the camera and pulled the panties out from between his smooth cheeks. Very much like a girl would do. His smooth girlish bottom looked very hot in those high cut panties and I found myself crossing my legs to hide an erection.

Byron laughed and paused the movie, saying "Yeah. That scene always gets me too. See?" I looked down to where he was pointing and saw that a monster had awoken from behind his zipper. His pants were tented by what had to be an 10 inch cock.

I gulped and tried to look away but Byron slid closer to my side of the sofa, reached out and uncrossed my legs. 

"It's okay if you like what you saw, Nash. I love that scene. I've watched it over a 100 times." He leaned in closer and touched my thigh. "I just love seeing that little white ass in those panties." He leaned in closer and I smelled the liquor and cigar and his intense man-musk as he whispered "And that cute little cock and balls all nestled so sweetly."

I tried to pull away but something in me told me to stay. I turned to meet his gaze and he kissed me on the mouth. Hard. Pressing those thick lips against mine and sliding his tongue into my mouth. His hand found the small lump in my pants and he squeezed it as I sucked the tip of his tongue....like it was...a cock.

He pulled away momentarily and eased into the back of the leather sofa, encouraging me to sit on his lap facing him. I felt small, like a child, as I sat on those broad muscular legs, a knee over each leg and leaned into his face for another kiss. I felt his hard cock under my butt and I found myself pressing down and actually grinding into it. 

Byron looked into my eyes as his strong hands cupped each of my buttcheeks and first squeezed them together and then slowly apart. He pushed up towards me and his cock slipped into my crack and filled the length of it. 

I sat up straight and Byron's hand went under my shirt to pinch my hardened nipples. As his his index finger trailed down my flat tummy towards the top of my khakis, I became lightheaded and passed out.

When I awoke in the morning, I found myself in a strange bedroom on a large platform bed. The walls were a slate gray and there were black and white photos of older men and younger men engaged in all sorts of very erotic poses. 

I was a little fuzzy but my hangover was nowhere as bad as it could have been. I studied my surroundings and saw that the room had it's own private bath with an enormous tub and walk-in shower. 

There was a large walk-in closet and a dressing table. 

I noticed a large white box on the dresser with a red bow. I stumbled over to it and opened the card. It read: 

"Good morning Nash. I hope you slept well and that you were comfortable in the pajamas I dressed you in..."

It was then that I noticed I was wearing an over-sized football jersey which came down to just above my knees and a pair of white cotton bikini briefs. In my haze I couldn't tell if they were men's underwear or panties. They hugged my little package and butt comfortably, and even looked great on me and a voice in the back of my mind promised me I would never ugly old boxers again.

I wondered whose voice that had been. Mine or Byron's?

The note continued..."If you would like to continue what we started last night, grab a hot bath and soak for at least half an hour while I go on my morning run. Get your skin nice and soft and then shave yourself baby smooth for me. Your armpits, legs, butt, and yes, even around your beautiful cock and balls. I want your gorgeous body smooth, BabyBoy.

When you are dry, wear the outfit that is in this box and meet me in my bedroom.

If you decide not to, then no harm-no foul. I will have the driver pick you up and take you to your place. No one will ever have to know what happened and I will not hold your decision against you.

Either way, last night was wonderful. Thank you.

BD"

"BD?" I wondered. Byron's initials were BP.

I opened the box and discovered two articles of clothing. The first was a pair of blue, Calvin Klein panties. Blue Calvin Klein bikini panties with a white waistband. The second was a gray, cut-off sweatshirt. It took me a minute and then I realized that this is what the character in the movie was wearing. That high school kid who wakes up and puts on Kelly Lebrock's panties and shirt when he wakes up after a night with her. The same panties and sweatshirt that had so turned on Byron.

I remember how Byron had paused that scene several times to re-watch it, even putting the dvd on frame-by-frame when the character Wyatt pulls his panty wedgie out of the crack of his very cute butt. 

Now Byron wanted me to dress in the same outfit and come to his bedroom. It took me about ten seconds to decide whether or not I should and I walked into the bathroom and began to fill the tub with warm water and rose-scented bath salts. 

I undressed and thew the jersey and cotton panties, and yes, they were panties, in the hamper. I caught my reflection in the full length mirror. I had always looked younger than I was and here at age 22 I looked no older than 16. I had a slender body with little muscle mass, especially when compared to Byron. I had let my hair grow longer this Winter and Spring and it was just at my shoulders. Someone had even commented that I looked like that Justin Beiber kid.

I thought about the actor in the movie and wondered if I would look the same as he did in those high-cut bikini panties...the same meaning as cute...as hot...as attractive to Byron.

I climbed into the tub and gave myself a good soak. 

The water felt great and the bath salts softened my skin and relaxed me. I had never shaved my body before. There was really no need. I had very little. But I stepped out the tub and into the walk-in shower, lathered up and took my time shaving myself smooth. It was actually kind of meditative and I couldn't understand why girls complained so much.

I rinsed off and toweled myself dry feeling the cool air on my freshly shaved body which sent tingles all over. 

I caught my reflection again and saw my 14 year old self staring back at me. I smiled, turned and looked at my butt. It was definitely cute. It would definitely look cute in those panties and Byron was definitely going to find it...me...attractive. I stepped into the bedroom and walked over to that white box. I pulled out the panties and slid them up my smooth legs. They fit like they were made for me and I pulled them into place. They cupped my balls nicely and I smoothed out the front, adjusted the sides onto my hips, and then ran to the bathroom to see my reflection. I turned my back to the mirror and looked at my pantied butt. 

It looked really cute and girlish. I slid fingers into the leg opening and pulled the blue material out of my crack. I did this several times. Smiling with flirtatious eyes as I did. My reflection smiled back and seemed to say 'Byron is going to love you like this."

I slipped the cut-off sweatshirt over my head and it fell to just about 4 inches above my belly button. I messed with my shag haircut a little until I felt I looked as much like as that actor in the movie as I ever would.

Then I padded down the hallway to his bedroom like a little kid running to the tree on Christmas morning. About ten feet from his door I slowed my pace and tried to walk more like a girl with smaller steps. I even pushed my butt out. 

I knew that would drive him crazy. 

As my hand reached for the doorknob, I heard that deep baritone voice say "Come in, Nash. I've been waiting for you."

I opened the door slowly and saw Byron laying on his king-sized bed. There was only a white satin sheet covering his muscular, ebony frame. His hands were folded behind his head and he sat up propped up on several pillows. 

There was something moving between his legs, under the thin sheet, and as I got closer, it seemed to grow larger. 

"Well just look at you. Don't you look pretty enough to be in a movie?' "Do you like...am I okay?" "Angel. You are perfection. Simply put, you are magnificent. I couldn't have imagined you any better. Now turn around and let me see that pretty girly butt of yours."

I did as instructed and slowly turned, never losing contact with his magical hazel eyes. I flexed my cheeks a little and heard him gasp and then I gave him the move I knew he was waiting for. I faced forward and slowly reached behind, slid my fingers in the legs openings of my blue bikini panties and pulled the wedgie out. 

Then I readjusted my twitching cock, which was leaving a wet spot on the front of my brief wardrobe, and turned back around expecting applause or at least a job well done. 

What I got instead was a shock. Byron had pulled the sheet to the side and was stroking his monster cock while his hand played with the nipples on his right breast. His cock was the biggest cock I had ever seen and looked as if it were chiseled out of black marble, with thick, with rope-like veins running along the glistening shaft. The head was a large purple mushroom and it was leaking precum. The salty secretion made the spongy head look shiny and inviting and I found myself licking my lips.

I swallowed and took a few small steps towards him. Byron told me to stop and model for him. He said he wanted to see his pretty white boy show off his pretty little ass for him. So I turned once again and bent over slightly. I heard Byron take a deep breath and I bent over even more, giving him full access to my pantied ass. I pulled the material up into my crack slowly, exposing my pink-white cheeks and even playfully spanked myself. 

Then I turned to face him as he lay there, pumping that gorgeous steel rod in his hand. I pulled the waistband of those bikini panties up towards my navel, pressing my now semi-erect cock against my belly. I cupped my balls in one hand. I traced a finger along the thin shaft and even allowed my pink cockhead to pop out from underneath for just a second, teasing Byron. 

I then put my finger in my mouth, flirting with my eyes as I sucked the finger in and out. I pulled my panties down, exposing myself fully, aiming my small cock at him and then quickly pulled them back up, feeling the material go into my crack. He smiled and patted the bed next to him and told me to come to him. 

I crawled up onto the foot of the bed, my pantied butt in the air, sliding between his thick muscular legs until I was an inch away from his cockhead. "You want this, don't you?" he said has he aimed his cock at my mouth. "Yes." "Yes what?" he asked with an authoritative tone. "Yes sir." "YES BLACK DADDY." "Yes Black Daddy," I answered. "Well then crawl around here so that pretty little ass of yours in my face and you can have all you want, BabyBoy."

I swiveled my body so that my butt was inches from Byron's face and my face was just an inch or two from his black beauty. I leaned forward, smelling the muskiness of his man-cock and gripped the thick veined shaft with both hands. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out and licked at the mushroom head tentatively. I had never sucked a cock before and hoped I would not disappoint him.

I closed my eyes and capped the monster head with my soft lips and kissed it. The large slit leaked a large dollop of precum and I quickly licked and swallowed the salty treat. 

As I marveled at my first cock, my first black cock, my first enormous black cock, Byron was acquainting himself with my backside. His strong hands cupped my white cheeks and pulled them apart. He gave me a playful spank and I squealed like a girl which thrilled him. 

He pulled the bikini panties down to my knees and pulled my butt to him. I could feel his hot breath on my little puckered hole and then something hard and wet touched it. Byron's tongue was knocking at the door of my virginity with little flicks and pokes. 

I pushed back a little to tell him to continue, access was granted, and he slipped his tongue inside me and began to eat my ass like it was a cherry pie. He pulled my cheeks apart and drove in deeper as I was pumping his shaft and sucking on the mushroom head like a baby nursing a bottle. 

Byron ate my boy-pussy, as he called it, for about ten minutes and when he stopped I was dripping with his spit and primed for whatever was about to happen. I had also been working hard and Byron's cock and it was like a glistening steel pipe. Fully erect, with a slight curve, that ebony cock shone with the fruits of my sucking and licking. It was slick with my sweat and spit and ready for the next thing.

Something long and and hard slipped inside me and it startled me. This was not Byron's tongue. It was a finger and it was probably longer than my own cock. It gently slipped in to the third knuckle and began to massage my prostate. I whimpered and pushed back against it. Another finger slipped inside and the two of the stretched my tender ring to new dimensions. I knew, though, that the biggest and better was to come.

When he had prepared me the best he could, Byron told me to turn and face him. I did. My face glazed from the last ten minutes or so.

He told me to squat over his cock, making sure to aim my pussy at the head. I did as I was told and found myself balancing while trying to slide his cock into my crack and on target. 

I felt the sandpaper head against my tender pucker and Byron told me to open up for Daddy. He told me to push out and his head would slide right into where it belonged. 

I pushed out and after a second or two, his large mushroom head slipped inside me. 




Fringe Benefits



The pain was immense and I gritted by teeth and whimpered. Byron had obviously dealt with virgin boy-ass before and waited patiently. He held it there for a minute, allowing me to get accustomed to the girth of his cock.

I was afraid it would split me in two, but I soon grew accustomed the intruder and relaxed. As I relaxed more, Bryon's cock slipped inside me and I found myself lowering down onto it. 

It was incredible. 

I never felt anything like it before and my little 5 inch cock shot several skinny ropes of cum onto Byron's broad chest. 

He laughed, dipped a finger into the hot ejaculate, and slipped the glazed finger into my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a pacifier until it was clean.

When I was totally impaled on Byron's cock, I found myself beginning to bounce on it. Pulling off of it slowly and then pushing back down. 

Byron reached up and played with my nipples as I milked that black cock inside me. After a five minutes or so, Byron stretched forward and pulled me off of his cock like I weighed nothing at all. He laid me on my back and put my ankles on his shoulders. He then slipped back inside me with one push and began to fuck me with long, hard strokes of his wonderful cock.

Byron told me to play with my nipples but I could barely hear him as my brain screamed out "Fuck me, Black Daddy. Fuck my little white ass!"

I closed my eyes and pinched my little pink nipples as Byron long-dicked me slow. Like a machine. Pushing all the way in and then pulling out until only his big mushroom head was inside and then he would thrust back into me and I would push back to meet him head on. 

He instructed me to stick a finger in my mouth and I obeyed, sliding my thumb in and out past my soft lips. He liked that a whole lot and gave me an extra deep thrust to show his approval.

Finally, after a blissful eternity, Byron erupted inside me, showering my insides with a hot load. I squeezed my spent ass muscles, milking him with everything I had. He pumped me full of his cum until every last drop was inside me. Then he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed.

I felt empty and full at the same time. 

My ass was stretched and soaked and as I lay there, my small pucker stretched and quivering, Byron's man-seed pooling onto the mattress, I wanted him back inside me. But it was time to rest now. We were both spent. I mentally and physically. 

Byron rolled me to my side and spooned me. I felt him press against my ass and his strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his hard, black body. I could feel his heart beating inside his broad muscular chest. I could smell his sweat and man-sex and when he kissed my neck I knew I had not disappointed him in the least.

We slept for a bit and when I heard the shower running, I tiptoed across the wood floor, naked, and joined him in the shower. 

I silently slid to my knees in front of him and took his cock in both hands, kissing the head and watching in amazement as it grew to it's full 10 inches. I kissed the head as the hot water beat down on my body and sucked the velvety cock into my eager mouth. I pumped his shaft with soapy hands and awaited my salty treat. It didn't take long. As I fondled his lemon-sized balls, squeezing them lightly, I felt the load he was about to give me, churning inside. His cock twitched and then erupted into my mouth. I couldn't take it all and it shot down my throat, choking me and covering my face. 

Byron grunted like an animal as I drained him for a second time and then he pulled me to him to kiss me on the mouth. Standing there on my tippy-toes, the water beating down on us, steam rising, Byron bathed me gently, sliding a finger inside my little pussy. He jerked my cock to a shuddering climax as he found my prostate. I squealed like some teeny-bopper girl and he gave me a playful spank.

We soaped each other, rinsed and then stepped out of the shower.

Byron wrapped a towel around me, did the same for himself and walked out into the bedroom. 

"There are plenty of clothes for you to choose from in the guest bedroom, Baby," he said. "Why don't you put something on that you think I will like and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast." "Yes Black Daddy," was all I could manage to get out.

Bob dried himself and went into the master bedroom as I once again scurried down the hall towards the guestroom.

Byron was right. There were a lot of clothes to choose from. The drawers were filled with sexy and cute underwear. Both male underwear and female underwear. 

I decided on a pair of Hello Kitty cotton boy-short-styled panties and a tight white t-shirt with the word's SASSY written in glitter letters. 

I also found a pair of denim short-alls. I stepped into them and pulled them up until they hugged my butt and crotch perfectly. Then I pulled the straps over my shoulders and snapped them to the bib front. They were a little tight on me but something told me that was a good thing. They were very girlish and I knew Byron would like that. 

I put on a pair of white bobby socks and checked my hair, pulling it behind my ears before heading downstairs. 

The kitchen was something you'd find in a restaurant. Huge with stainless steel equipment and a huge center counter.

Byron was already dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a polo shirt. He looked great. He was so handsome. 

When he turned and saw me he flashed me that million dollar smile. I followed as his eyes inspected every inch of me. I even turned and bent slightly. He smiled. 

"Is that all I get?' I asked with a flirty smile, bending over further so he could get a good long look at my butt. "I thought I would at least get a standing ovation." "Oh you're getting one, BabyBoy," he said grabbing a handful of cock through his pants. "You're getting one."

The flirting continued through breakfast. 

Byron confessed to me that he had a thing for slender white boys with long hair. I told him I knew that all too well and rubbed the thick cock lying in wait behind his zipper. 

He told me that he loved to see our bubbly white butts in panties. 

When I asked if I he wanted me to dress like a girl, he said that that was totally up to me, that he just wanted to see my cute ass in all kinds of panties. He wanted to run his hands across my sweet little ass and feel that material stretched across my tender cheeks and that he had a whole collection he wanted me to model for him. I promised him that I would wear whatever he wanted me to wear and even do fashion shows for him.

He startled me when he added "..and for my friends too, BabyBoy." I hesitated and then replied "Of course Black Daddy."

As I ate my breakfast Byron handed me two pills telling me they were vitamins. Special vitamins that would plump up my bottom a little and smooth my skin. He told me that I didn't have to if I didn't want to, and I responded by swallowing both with a gulp of fresh squeezed orange juice. 

After breakfast Byron gave me a tour of his house and the grounds. We stopped in the garden and I swallowed his cock and washed breakfast down with his hot load. Byron asked me to move in with him. I could be his assistant...his houseboy...and he would pay me handsomely. 

It took about three seconds to accept his offer and I kissed him with cum-glazed lips. 

He said he would have my things moved from my apartment and I could quit working at the company. I could clean house, run errands and perform other duties as he saw fit. He told me his house was my house and that there would be a ton of fringe benefits.

He took my hand and led me back to the house. We headed straight for the bedroom where I stripped down to just my panties. I acted like a naughty schoolgirl, sucking my finger into my mouth and then sticking it into my panties. Byron was transfixed by my performance and his cock grew to its maximum length, leaking a steady stream of precum. 

He stood and walked over to me, grabbing my hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me face down over his lap. I felt his hand smooth out my panties and then he started spanking me, his blows were hard and fast. I loved it. I hated it. Byron called me a little tease and told me that all little cock teases got spanked. He said that was the Daddy's job. It hurt like Hell but I came in my panties as his hard cock poked my belly from underneath. 

When he was done he rolled me onto the floor where I instantly crawled between his legs and nursed his leaking black monster. 

When his cock was slick and straining for boy-pussy, I crawled up onto the bed and assumed the position, face down in the satin pillows, pantied ass in the air. 

My BlackDaddy came up behind me, slid down my panties and slid that most talented tongue into my quivering hole. When I was good and wet, he stretched me with two fingers until I begged him for his hard cock. 

He obliged and slid his black beauty inside me until his pendulous balls slapped my well-spanked cheeks. We fucked like animals for another hour and then fell into a deep sleep.

I had the most incredible dreams. 

When we woke we had lunch and then Byron went into detail about how my life was going to change. But that, Dear Reader, is another story.

Six months had passed since my boss, and now lover, Byron Powers had invited me over for a weekend at his house in the country. Six months had passed since my boss, Byron Powers had taken my cherry and turned me into a cock-hungry, panty wearing sex toy for his pleasures. 

Not that I minded in the least, mind you. Byron had awoken something inside me that had always been that I had either denied existed or was unaware of at all. Like I had told you earlier, I had never had a gay thought in all of my 22 years. Sure. A male friend and I played show-me-yours-jerk-off-mine in high school, but that didn't make me gay. At least that's what I told myself. 

I liked girls. I loved being with the opposite sex. I had always considered myself an 'ass man' in fact. Now I wondered if it was because deep down I wished I had a round feminine butt that would drive men crazy. 

Well, I knew of one man who loved my ass, from the outside to the inside. I would dare say that he even worshiped it, spending a lot of time licking and kissing it, fingering it slowly, stretching it for both his mouth and most-talented cock. 

Byron treated me like a lover should, with respect and admiration. Even though I worked now as his houseboy, pool boy, gardener and whatever, running errands as instructed and doing the laundry and cleaning, he treated me like an equal.

I was being paid well though and the fringe benefits were outstanding.

True to his word, my life had changed drastically since my first weekend with Byron, or BlackDaddy as I called him.

First there were the physical changes because as it turned out, the two little pills I was taking every morning with my orange juice were specifically designed to re-shape the human body, more specifically the human tush. And as the weeks progressed, I watched as my former cute boy butt softened and rounded becoming plumper. I noticed how my panties fit me much better, stretching across my cheeks, and making my now heart-shaped bottom even more delicious. 

Dare I say, I had the ass of a 16 year old high school cheerleader and I loved it. I loved how it swayed back and forth when I walked. I loved how it stuck out, accentuated by the little outfits Byron loved me to wear. Outfits like my little Daisy Duke shorts or my bikini bottoms when I swam. I also had some cotton gym shorts, with white trim, like those from the 70's, that hugged my butt when I played in the backyard or rode my bike. 

I hadn't realized it but I hadn't actually worn male underwear in almost 7 months. 

I found myself looking for panties that I knew would get a stiff reaction from my BlackDaddy. It didn't matter if they were silk or satin or cotton with little kittens on them, bikini or hip hugger or boyshort style, he just loved seeing me in panties. 

Sometimes that's all I wore around the house. I got to say it was not only comfortable but sexy as Hell. 

Sometimes I sported just a little thong, pulled up between my two fleshy cheeks or a pair of Hello Kitty boy-shorts panties, made to look like classic Jockey shorts, which hugged my little balls and cock. Sometimes Byron took me shopping and we picked out panties together and neither of us cared if anyone knew they were for me. 

I also had some fetish outfits that Byron loved me to wear, and when I wore my schoolgirl uniform, complete with white cotton panties pulled up to my outie-bellybutton, or my cheerleader uniform, complete with red spanky pants, Byron could hardly control himself. 

It's important to know that I was still me, Dear Reader.

I was still a male, albeit a male who craved black cock in his ass or mouth. 

Byron wasn't trying to turn me into a girl. He just loved, as he explained it, cute bubbly white boy ass, especially when there was a pair of panties stretched across the cheeks. And those magic pills had made most certainly transformed my ass into something round and bubbly. 

I also kept my body smooth and my hair just at shoulder length. With my slender frame, lack of big muscles and shoulder length hair, I did most indeed look like a girl from behind. 

NOT that that was a bad thing. 

I loved seeing Byron's reaction when I wore one of my little outfits for him, teasing him by bending over or reaching for something on a high shelf. I loved feeling him come up behind me, his hard cock pressed in between my round cheeks, as his hands found my throbbing member. I loved the way he smelled and the way he kissed my neck and pinched my nipples right before he slid off my little short shorts and panties to slide those delicious, rock-hard ten inches into my waiting boy-pussy.

I love sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock, my back pressed into his broad ebony chest, as we watched our favorite movies. I also loved sitting facing him as I my ass milked his black-steel pole to an enormous climax. I loved it on all fours, my legs over his broad shoulders, in the shower, in the pool or hot tub or at the kitchen sink as I wore nothing but a little apron.

Byron, as it turned out, was the member of a special club. A club in which men like himself, rich powerful, desired young, slender men with girlish bottoms encased in pretty or cute panties. 

There were 14 men in the club and they met regularly at our house for parties that lasted the weekend. 

Those handsome sugar-daddies would bring their pantyboys with them. Most usually pulled into the driveway with erections, anticipating the fun they were going to have the next few days. 

I was amazed to see how similar my fellow pantyboys all were. White, slender, between the ages of 21 and 24,with longish hair and smooth bodies. Some had long skinny cocks and some had short fat cocks. All of us had one thing in common though. We all had round girly butts with soft white cheeks and little pink puckers. And we all looked incredible in whatever panties we wore. 

All the men were proud of their pantyboys and every weekend culminated in a fashion show in which all of us paraded in our naughtiest, prettiest or most little girly panties. 

We were not allowed to have sex with one another, that was a strict rule, but we were encouraged to shower together and sleep together in what we called our PantyBoy Sleepover. We stayed up all night, talking about our daddies, our panties and we would admire how our bodies had changed. Eventually we all got so turned on that we all ended up performing some mutual panty rubbing and cock sucking. 

Daddies did not play with other daddy's pantyboys, that was another strict rule, but lap sitting and spanking were allowed. 

I had never known that so many men had a thing for pantied boy butt. I loved it. I loved the power we had over these rich and powerful men. Shaking our pantied asses in front of them, we knew had them momentarily entranced and under our spell. 

One night BlackDaddy had a special Halloween party. He had invited several of his black friends over, several of his very handsome black friends. 

My attire for the evening had me a little distressed, but Byron assured me I looked incredible and I had to admit I did feel incredible, very naughty, but incredible.

Before I dressed, BlackDaddy slipped a thick plug inside my ass and then held my satin panties out for me to step into. The panties were white and looked like short little bloomers. Frilly and ruffled and very sexy against my smooth skin.

The rest of my outfit consisted of little lavender colored velvet shorts with a button fly. The shorts came down to about mid-thigh and hugged my butt exquisitely. They stretched across it and hugged my cheeks and showcased my small package. I wore a tight white blouse-like shirt with a Peter Pan collar and a little lavender bow tie. I wore white knee socks and little buckle shoes. My hair was combed behind my ears.

I was a complete little sissy. My BlackDaddy's little white sissy and I shook my ass as I passed out drinks and cigars to his friends. It was clear they approved of my outfit. They spanked my ass playfully and pinched it. They pulled me up onto their broad laps and I could feel their hard cocks under my bottom. 

BlackDaddy then sat me on his lap and I ground myself down onto his cockhead which was threatening to burst through his slacks. Doing so activated the vibrator inside the plug in my ass and I squealed and came into my satiny panties. His friends all sat back, rubbing their cocks as BlackDaddy and I put on one Hell of a show. I pressed down onto his cock, biting my lip, eyes closed, whimpering softly. 

BlackDaddy unbuttoned my blouse and played with my boy titties, pinching my nipples and fingering my flat belly. I arched my back for him and he squeezed and rubbed my crotch. I sucked a finger into my mouth and looked into the eyes of our audience as I rode my daddy's cock.

By now the men around me had all removed their cocks and were stroking them, their dripping mushroom heads aimed directly in my direction. 

Daddy slipped off my shorts and panties, slid his monster from his zipper and I slid down onto it. Several of the men came right there and then. Some were able to last as long as BlackDaddy and shot their loads onto the floor as he showered my insides. 

When BlackDaddy pulled out of me he told me to clean his friends cocks. I did as instructed and removed the rest of my clothes. With my ass still quivering and spasming from my most awesome fucking, I crawled to each man and cleaned his beautiful cock with my mouth. 

They all commended me on my cock-sucking skills, something I now took pride in. Then I was allowed to shower and clean up, putting on a pair of thong panties, tight little white sweatpants and a tight baby tee. 

I bid each man a good night as I minced around the den, my ass still a little sore, cleaning up ashtrays, liquor glasses and cum puddles on the wood floors. 

I ended the night spooning with BlackDaddy, his cock nestled in between my cheeks, as we drifted off to sleep.

I love my life with BlackDaddy and I know every day will be an adventure. 

Maybe I will tell you more of my story. 

But for now...BlackDaddy is out by the pool and I've got these new white bikini bottoms with little red cherries on them I want to model for him. Maybe I will let him put my suntan lotion on me. I wouldn't want my soft cheeks to burn in the hot sun. Neither would he, he loves his babyboy.

Mmmm...I can't wait to feel those strong black hands rubbing into my back and along my smooth coltish legs upwards to my belly...and hard nipples. Then he will ask me to roll over and he will begin at my shoulders and work his way down my back to my butt. 

I will hear his breathing change and then I will feel his hands on my round cheeks. I will feel him pull the material up into my crack so that he can rub the cool lotion onto my white skin...I'm hoping a finger will slide inside me as he rubs the lotion onto me. 




Fringe Benefits



I won't have to wait too long. 

BlackDaddy knows what his pantyboy likes.



Fringe Benefits Ch. 02



Chapter 2

Life just keeps getting better

Tom's new duties had redefined his position in the company. Yes, he still worked in a cubicle farm. Yes, he ostensibly was still a project manager who on occasion actually managed projects. But as Gayle had pointed out, that was a job he could do in his sleep, and his boss still underutilized him.

His new responsibilities were the real reason he came to work every day. Gayle was fascinated by his ability to eat her pussy, and frequently called him for what she deemed "private conferences," which generally consisted of him on his knees between her legs, her skirt hiked up to her waist, and his face buried in her dripping box. On one occasion she had him go down on her while she participated in a conference call, a situation he found very amusing when she came in the middle of a conversation. He could prolong her orgasm almost at will, bringing her just to that point then back down several times before her final, pulsating release. She loved it.





Fringe Benefits Ch. 03



Things were finally getting busy, and quite interesting, for Tom. Aware of some other interest in his work skills, his boss had begun loosening her grip and sending more work his way. She was an insecure manager and indeed intimidated, but she had to admit his work was the best. 

It was obvious that people were treating at him differently lately. He'd always been popular with his female coworkers, but since his new duties had come into play there was something else going on. People smiled coyly at him when he walked by; he could see little tete-a-tetes occurring around the office with both people eyeing him; women would stand in the aisles in such a way that he could only pass them by making full body contact. One had gone so far as to decide she just HAD to file something in the bottom drawer just as he approached, bending so far over that her skirt rode up high enough to expose her quite shapely ass. 

Yes, he was enjoying his new status. 

***** 

He was putting the finishing touches on one of his largest projects when the phone rang insistently. 

"Hello, this is Tom." 

"Tom, it's Joanna. Got a minute?" 

He smiled at her name and the sound of her voice. In a sea of beautiful women, she stood out even though her looks were not quite up to the high standard set by the others. That was mostly due to the fact that she didn't fit the mold of a beautiful high-powered woman fighting her way to the top, like so many of the others. Joanna was her own person and flaunted that fact, making her even more appealing. She was also one of the few women not paying any attention to him, not at all. She had a reputation as being cold and aloof, and the other employees called her "The Ice Queen." 

"Sure. Wassup?" 

"You're a photographer, right?" 

"Amateur, yeah. It's a hobby." 

"If you're an amateur, you're a gifted one. I've seen some of your stuff and you're pretty good. Anyway, could you take some pictures of me with Charlie, my horse? I'll pay you for your time." 

"You sure you want me to do it?" 

"Yes, I am. Are you available Saturday? There's this field near the stable that I thought would be a great location." 

"Yeah, Saturday is good. We should do it at sunrise or at sunset for the best light." 

"Let's do it early. I have to go see my mother that night." 

"OK, give me the address. I'll meet you there at six a.m. so we can catch that seven o'clock sunrise." He wrote the address on his blotter. 

Photography was more than a hobby for him. It was the only form of visual art he was any good at, and through study and practice his work really was exceptional for someone who didn't do it for a living. He worked mostly outdoors, shooting landscapes and atmospheric scenes, so he had hesitated about having a person in the shots. But this was an opportunity to enhance his skills and spend some time with Joanna away from the office. 

***** 

He was an early riser anyway, so meeting her that early was no big deal. Early October mornings were a bit chilly in the Maryland countryside near Annapolis, so he showered and dressed in jeans, boots, a long-sleeved shirt, and a light jacket. In the morning twilight he parked next to the stable and grabbed his camera bag and tripod just as she walked out of the building leading Charlie by his bridle. 

She was petite, about five-three and maybe 120 pounds, with a year-round tan and a round face framed by light brown hair that flowed to mid back. He estimated that she was a couple of years younger than him, maybe thirty five or so. She played tennis, she ran, she skied, she biked, she rode her horse - she was a tight, muscular little bundle of strength and energy. Not classically beautiful, she was nonetheless attractive enough to turn heads. A quite marked distinction was a streak of grey hair about an inch wide that ran down the left side of her head. She didn't try to dye it or cover it, choosing instead to wear it like a badge of honor. She was her own person, in every way. She was dressed like him for the chilly weather. 

"Morning," he called out to her. 

"Good morning to you. I hope you didn't mind getting up this early." 

"Not at all. Photographers call the times around sunrise and sunset the 'golden hours' because the yellow light is fantastic and makes everything we do look better. This is one of my favorite times to shoot." 

They stood and discussed what kind of shots she wanted, and he suggested a few others. They walked to the edge of the field for a better perspective and noticed the high grass was very wet with dew. 

"Oh, wow. You're going to get soaked walking around in this," she opined. 

"No big deal, that's what washers and dryers are for. You ready to start?" The eastern horizon was already bright orange. 

"Yep. Help me up. I'm not using a saddle today." He looped his hands so she could step high enough to mount the beautiful animal, then picked up his equipment and followed her into the field. Dropping his bag and tripod midfield, he immediately began framing and shooting. He could tell by these initial pictures that this was going to be a good session. He considered digital photography to have been one of the most wonderful developments ever because he could see his work immediately and shoot as much as he wanted without worrying about cost. 

The fast lenses he owned allowed him to get great shots even in low light, and get some tremendous shots using depth of field. Joanna rode back and forth across the field, sometimes outlined against the trees and sometimes contrasted against the lightening sky. He used various lenses and took distant shots, middle shots, and some consisting only of the horse's head and mane. He took more than a few of only Joanna, trying to capture the peaceful sense that riding brought her. He didn't think she realized how her emotions played across her face, and he wanted to capture that. 

He called to her to come in closer, and standing within six feet he took a bunch of close-ups of Joanna and Charlie. She truly loved her horse, and the pictures showed that. She and Charlie were both fabulous models, which made the pictures even better. 

Walking around to get the best angles, his jeans had become quite wet from the thighs down and coated with all kinds of plant material. He was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable, and in any case the increasing light was beginning to wash out the colors. 

"We're losing our light," he told her, "and I've already taken about 500 pictures. Let's call it quits for the day so I can go home and get into some dry clothes." 

"Sounds good," she answered, turning Charlie and heading back to the stable. Tom picked up his equipment and followed her. He dumped his stuff in the car while she returned Charlie to his stall. 

Walking back towards him, Joanna could see how wet his clothes had become. "Oh man, you're soaked. Let's go in and get you warmed up before you go." He welcomed that idea, and still needed his morning coffee. They walked together into the ranch house. 

She first went into the kitchen to get a pot of coffee going, then turned to look at him. 

"Tom, you're really wet. You want to dry those here?" 

"Nah, I'm okay. Just some coffee would be nice." 

"No, I insist. Like my mother says, 'You'll catch your death.' Come with me." He followed her into the laundry room behind the kitchen. "OK, give me those wet pants. I'll do a quick wash and dry for you." 

He looked around for something to wrap around himself, some towel or something, but didn't see anything. She saw his hesitation. 

"Lose the phony modesty. I know all about what's going on with you and the ladies at work, and in any case it's nothing I haven't seen before. Drop them." Before he could answer, she reached for his waist and unbuckled his belt, then unzipped the fly and yanked his jeans down sharply over his hips. "See how easy that was? Take off your boots." 

Reaching down, he pulled his boots off, then pushed his jeans down his legs. He was unbalanced and moved a bit carefully. 

"Oh, for gawd's sake. Let me help." Joanna dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled each leg of his jeans off as he lifted each foot in turn. Straightening slightly while kneeling, her face was suddenly right at his crotch level, his plaid boxers the only thing between her and his Johnson. 

"Oh my," she said quietly. "Someone might get the wrong idea if they walked in right now." She let out a slight giggle. 

Becoming serious again, she stared straight at his crotch. Her hands rose to his legs, and she ran them slowly up the sides and backs of his thighs, up under the legs of his boxers to the bottoms of his ass cheeks then back down to his knees. She repeated the movement; he was almost holding his breath. 

Her hands moved up his thighs again, but this time they went up the outside of his shorts, eventually reaching the waistband. Hooking her fingers into the elastic, she slowly began pulling his boxers down, moving them over his hips and ass. When they reached his thighs, his rapidly hardening cock leapt out, finally free of its fabric prison, and stuck out through the tails of his shirt like a beacon. His shorts fell to his ankles of their own accord. 

The head of his shaft was directly in front of her face and she couldn't - or wouldn't - tear her eyes away from it. She gently touched it with both hands at once and slowly stroked its length. He already felt like he would explode at any moment. She rubbed its length and used one hand to gently fondle his balls. 

Closing her eyes, she moved her head forward and took him into her mouth, moving her lips over the head then back to the tip. Taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke, she moved her held back and forth along its length, the light friction of her lips exciting him. He held his shirt tails up with one hand so he could fully appreciate the wondrous scene before him as a low moan escaped her throat. 

The pace of her movements increased, her hand following her lips up and down his cock. Soon he could feel his balls beginning their inexorable journey to orgasm, as if they were a pot beginning to boil over. Hr head and hand moved faster and faster. 

"Oh man, I'm cumming," he grunted, giving fair warning to her in case she didn't like surprises. She kept up her actions, her head and hand working in unison to bring him to his final release. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he put his hand on the back of her head and held it still as he closed his eyes and shot his hot load. She could feel each spasm as his juices filled her mouth, even trickling out one corner and dripping onto her chin. His orgasm finally subsided enough for her to remove him from her mouth and swallow his cum. They were both breathing heavily and took a few minutes without moving to recover. She stood up, and reaching for his head pulled his mouth to hers for a long, deep, kiss. 

***** 

They spent the rest of the morning together. She had taken him by the hand and led him back into the living room, where standing in the middle of the room she removed his socks, jacket and shirt. He unbuttoned her western-cut shirt and opened it, finding her braless underneath. He marveled at her tautly muscled body, her six pack abs and her narrow waist. Her well developed pecs supported boobs of teacup size, standing proud and upright in their own with a metal stud through each nipple. The lack of tan lines indicated either visits to a tanning salon or regular sessions of nude sunbathing. He ran his hands over her body and leaned forward to briefly tongue her pierced nipples 

"Wow," was all he could say. She smiled. 

He knelt before her and removed her boots in turn, then reached for her waist to unfasten her jeans. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he removed those and her panties in a single movement, guiding them down her fit legs and off her feet before standing back up. She stood before him in naked splendor, her eyes locked on his. The rest of her was just as fit, with her legs meeting at her perfectly shaved pussy. He noticed another stud in her navel. She was a vision. 

"There's something I'd like to do for you," he told her. "Turnabout is fair play." Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and sat her on it, kneeling between her legs. He began lightly kissing her neck, gently holding her by the waist. She wrapped her arms around his head and held him against her. 

Moving down, he kissed and licked each of her breasts in turn, alternately sucking each one and flicking his tongue over her nipples and the studs in each. She gasped with pleasure. His mouth traced across her muscled abs, tasting her skin that was faintly redolent of floral and citrus. He was surprised, not expecting someone so athletic to be into sweet scents, at that but said nothing. 

He eventually found himself at her pussy, but wanted to prolong this for her. He used his lips, tongue and teeth to caress each thigh and across her hips, occasionally flicking his tongue at her clit and eliciting a gasp from her. He moved his head to her inner thigh, using gentle pressure to urge her to part her knees even farther. In one seamless movement, he placed his hands below her thighs, lifting and parting her knees while burying his face straight into her pussy with his tongue between its lips. She moaned loudly and grabbed his head tightly. 

"Ohfuckyes... ohfuckyes... ohfuckyes," she cried out. "Ohdamn... thatfeelsgood." Holy shit, he's better than I thought, she mused. He really knows his stuff. She pulled his head tighter and spread her legs apart as far as she could. 

In addition to being a gifted photographer, Tom was likely the finest pussy eater in the region. He truly loved to give women head; it was as intimate a gift as could be given to a woman and was all about the recipient, making her feel as important as she really was. He loved the taste of a woman, the feeling of her juices coating his mouth and face. He had learned from his coworkers that most of their significant others either didn't bother or were so lousy at it that the girls wouldn't let them do it. His skills at it were becoming legendary around the office. 

He again used every part of his mouth on Joanna to great effect. His tongue parted her labia and ran the length of her pussy from bottom to top, where he ran the rough top surface of his tongue over her clit. That usually drew another gasp and this time was no exception. Moving down again, he sucked each lip in turn, then moved farther down to insert his tongue into the canal. Now and again he would let his tongue flick at the perineum that separated her pussy from her ass; Joanna was an exceedingly clean person, and in any case he was about the only man who ever did that. 

He continued his ministrations, using his tongue to push back the prepuce covering her clit and his lips to suck on the glans. That never failed to elicit a response and she moaned again. 

"Ohmygawd, you are the best," she told him. 

"Mmmmmppphhh," came his muffled reply from below. The vibration from his voice stimulated her even more. 

Maintaining his attention to her clit, he inserted his forefinger into her vagina, turning his hand palm-up and curling the finger to reach that spot in every woman that triggers real pleasure. He knew he had found it when she again gasped and buried her hands in his hair. 

"Ohmyfucking... gawdthatsit," she cried out. "Rightthere... rightthere... rightthere... ohyesohyes..." She couldn't believe how good this felt. He was stimulating her to unbelievable levels and she squealed in delight. 

Turning a woman on like this turned him on as well, and his cock was hard again despite his recent orgasm. She was surprised when he lifted his mouth from her pussy, but he immediately used his left hand to guide his shaft into her, burying it to its full length at once. She let out a moan that sounded like it came from the deepest part of her. He returned his hand to holding her leg from underneath, forcing her knees back and opening her box as wide as possible. His balls pressed against her ass.  

Kneeling in front of her and holding her legs wide, he wasted no time in bringing her the rest of the way home. He immediately began thrusting in and out of her, literally pounding her with each push. She fell into the same rhythm, slightly moving against him with each stroke. In and out he went, moving the full length of his cock in her as his balls slapped against her ass. 

"Holy shit, it feels like you're all the way up in my throat," she said breathlessly. 

Her breathing became short and rhythmic, and he knew she was getting close to cumming. She even began emitting a low hum, "UnnhUNNHunnhUNNH..." Finally reaching release, she squealed loudly and reached out to pull his body closer as he pushed in one final time and held there, feeling the pulsing of her orgasm around him. She grunted as it washed over her, feeling like she was cumming with every atom of her being. It was the best orgasm she had ever had, bar none, and seemed to last forever. After what seemed like an eternity it subsided. 

But he was still inside her and still hard, so he started moving in and out again, more slowly this time. 

"Come on stud, you have some more for me?" she asked with a naughty smile. "Oh yeah, bring it home to mama." She grasped his hips and pulled him to her, encouraging his final thrusts. 

He was able to maintain far longer since he had already cum once, but between the friction of her dripping pussy and her pure, raw sexiness, he finally felt another orgasm approaching. His movements became almost automatic, pumping in and out like a piston, slamming against her with each thrust. It was finally there, and with one last push he buried its full length in her and held as he shot yet another load into her. She could feel his balls pulsing against her ass and heard him grunt loudly, his head tilted back and his eyes closed tight. 

"Yes yes yes, just like that. Give me all of it," she urged. "I want all of you." 

***** 

They were curled up on the couch, his arm around her and her head resting on his chest. They were still naked. 

"Now I know why everyone at work wants to do you," she said. "You're the best lover I've ever had. Probably the best any of them have ever had." 

"I'm not that good, but thanks," he replied. 

"Take it from me, you're that good. You're different than most guys, more caring and gentle, and you know how to truly make love to a woman." 

"Hey, you're pretty damn good yourself." 

"We're not talking about me. Most guys just want to shove it in, get it off, and fall asleep, and we girls are left to use our dildos or whatever. You seem to care more about who you're with than you do about yourself." 

"Isn't that how it's supposed to be?" he asked. 

"Well yeah, but you're the first man I've met who understands that," she said, pulling his face toward her for another long kiss.



Fringe Benefits Ch. 04



Tom's reputation continued to grow within the company, with surprisingly little jealousy among his coworkers. He wasn't the first guy to fuck his way through the staff, but the difference was that they came to him and none owned him. The other guys -- especially a particular senior person in a position far above his abilities -- played the "Oh yeah baby you're the only one for me" game with each in turn before moving on to their friends, which broke more than a few hearts, caused much discord, and ended some friendships. Tom didn't pretend to any kind of exclusivity. He loved women, all women, and they sensed that difference. Everyone was getting what they wanted out of things.

Except the other guys. They knew of his reputation and groused about it, especially since none of them were any longer getting any, but there wasn't one damn thing they could do about it.





Fringe Benefits Ch. 05



Sultry. That was the first word that came to mind whenever Tom saw Debbie. Sultry.

He was good with words and had a rather robust vocabulary, so he knew everything that word implied. According to Webster, sultry meant "attractive in a way that suggests or causes feelings of sexual desire." She was certainly that, but there were many aspects of her persona that also called for the term.

Her voice was a deep, soft, smoky alto, well inflected and a tone or two below the typical woman's voice. Her words seem to ooze, to flow, rather than shoot from her mouth. When she talked to you it was like you could grab each word from the air and savor it like a fine wine.

The DC area seemed to have an abundance of tall women, and Debbie stood out even among those. At five-ten, she was almost eye level to his six feet when they spoke. Her height also gave additional emphasis to her shape, which was a classic one – a thin waist above prominent but not overly large hips gave her midsection the most appealing curves, and her breasts filled the dresses she often wore. She carried herself proudly with her back slightly arched, and that served to accentuate her delightful ass and make her chest even more prominent. 

Then there were her eyes. Slightly hooded and dark for a person with blond hair, her eyes didn't telegraph her emotions as they did with most people. Her dark brows added to her mystery, and the bangs she wore onto her forehead disguised her expressions even more. 

Her face was something an artist could have pictured, a beautiful example of what a woman could be, with a strong jaw and prominent cheekbones surrounding a wide mouth. Her lips were full, and her smile consisted of a slight lift of the edges of her mouth. She was stunning and mysterious.

Since their encounter in Gayle's office, their working relationship had subtly changed. She was as aloof in public as ever, but their shared intimacy kept things perking just under the surface. She might catch his eye and wink at him, or pinch his ass as he passed if no one else was around. She loved double entendres – if something needed to be delayed, she would look straight at him and tell the other meeting attendees that she would "sit on it" for a while. 

********************************

She called him late one Monday, just as he was closing out his day.

"You have a minute?"

"Of course."

"I am seriously in need of one of your famous back rubs. I moved boxes all weekend and it hurts like hell. Could you....?"

"Sure. Give me five minutes and I'll meet you in the conference room."

So many of these seemingly innocent encounters with his coworkers had turned sexual that he really didn't know what to expect, but he came prepared to do just what she asked. He had to admit a special little liking for Debbie; she was more aloof than even Joanna, but she had warmed to him and considered him a good friend. He took that seriously and protected her confidences zealously.

They arrived at the conference room simultaneously. "After you, m'lady," he said with an exaggerated bow, like some medieval knight.

"Why thank you, kind sir," she answered, also in character. He walked in behind her and closed the door.

"So what did you do to yourself?" he asked. 

"The usual crap. I was packing up Jack's old baby toys to donate, and I did too much bending and lifting without using my legs." She was a single mom to ten-year-old Jack. She indicated the area across her back just above the waist with her hand.

"Tsk, tsk," he chided. "How many times have I told you ...?"

"I know, I know, don't be a noodge. Can you help? It's hard getting through the day like this."

"Of course," he answered. "Lie face down on the table."

She did as instructed and laid her head sideways on her crossed arms along the narrow table. Debbie was wearing a dress this day, a sleeveless copper-colored sheath that hugged her curves and ended just above her knees. Tom began by using both hands over the dress to feel for the tension he knew was there, but the fabric was rough and a bit thick.

"That hurts," she told him.

"I'll be gentler," he replied.

"No, I mean the dress is irritating my skin when you rub it. Unzip me."

"Are you sure?"

She glanced up at him from her prone position. "You ask me a question like that after what we did? Seriously?"

He had to admit she was right, but he was making no assumptions. He held the top of the dress and ran the back zipper down its entire length. It opened to her waist. It didn't uncover the area entirely, though, and he had to change his position to enter the area from the top. He began using his expert fingers to search out the tension and knead it away. He knew what he was doing and she sighed with pleasure.

"Oh yeah, that's it. You've got it now." He worked the tension out by increasing blood flow to the area and stretching the tight muscles.

His hands delved slightly deeper into her unzipped dress, kneading the muscles all the way down to where they flowed into her perfect ass. Each pass was incrementally lower, and his fingers slipped under the elastic at the waist of her panties and pushed down onto the top of each ass check. She let out a light moan.

"Is that part of a back rub?" she asked suspiciously.

"Actually, yeah, it is," he told her. "All of your back muscles work together, and for real relief you have to stretch them all."

"If you say so," she opined. She was actually enjoying his touch there.

He was now standing next to her head, and since her face was turned toward that side of the table she was looking directly at his crotch. While he worked his magic on her back, she dropped her arm off the table and let it hang momentarily, then reached up and put her hand on the inside of his thigh. He saw and felt her movement, but continued what he was doing.

Debbie began moving her hand slowly up and down the inside of his thigh, feeling how muscular they were from his running and cycling. Her hand reached higher point each time, until finally it moved solidly against his Johnson and his body began responding immediately. She lightly grasped his rapidly hardening cock through the fabric of his pant and boxers and he came to fully erect in a second. He stopped rubbing her back and let one hand rest between her shoulder blades, on the back of the thin white bra she wore. With his other hand he began lightly toying with her blond hair.

Debbie was as enticing a woman as he had ever known, doing everything slowly and gently. She brought her hand up to his zipper, and with exquisite slowness opened his fly. She again rubbed his shaft through his pants, then reached in through the open fly and searched out what lay within. His boxers had a large fly also, so she easily reached into those and grasped his erection, pulling it out into the open. It was inches from her face and she began to slowly stroke it.

She only had to move herself slightly to bring her face to his cock and put her lips around it. She rolled onto her side for more comfortable access, then closed her eyes and slowly took in its full length. Tom sighed with the intensity of how good it felt. Man, she really knows what she's doing, he thought.

The rhythmic movement of her mouth up and down his shaft was exciting. His hand traced her shape as she lied on her side, from her shoulder down across her waist and onto her hip, almost down to where the hem of her dress exposed her well-toned thigh.

She removed her mouth from him. "Damn, you get hard in a hurry," she opined.

"Completely understandable under the circumstances," he replied. "You're a beautiful woman and damn good at what you're doing right now." His hand continues to trace her shape.

He still makes it about me, she considered. Is this guy for real?

Debbie swung her legs over the side of the table and sat up, then reached up and pulled her dress forward off her shoulders. In one smooth movement she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, shrugging that off and dropping it on the floor. Her dress was around her waist and she was nude from there up.

Tom took in the wondrous sight before him. Her breasts were perfect alabaster globes; full, firm, and upright, classically shaped and at least a C cup. He wasn't positive, but they appeared to be completely natural, too. Her nipples were already erect.

"You have an incredible body," he told her.

"I know," she replied softly, reaching out for him. "Show me what you can do with it." Somehow her statement expressed honestly instead of arrogance. She was a looker and she knew it.

Tom stepped closer to her and she parted her knees to let him get right next to her. His erection was still poking straight out of his fly, ready for use when needed. He put his hands on her tightly muscled thighs and leaned forward to softly kiss her full lips. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. Their tongues darted and played, exploring each other's mouth. She could feel her own excitement building.

"Stand up for a second," he directed after breaking the kiss. Debbie stood.

Dropping to his knees in front of her, Tom slid his hands up under the hem of her dress. He felt the skin of her upper thighs and stroked around onto the cheeks of her fabulous butt, then pulled her gently toward him, pressing his face against her crotch through the fabric. She held his head and closed her eyes. Finally, he reached higher and hooked his fingers over the waistband of her lacy panties, then pulled them slowly down her legs until they dropped to the floor on their own. He pushed the hem of her skirt up to expose her pussy, then used gentle hand pressure to urge her back onto the table. She sat right on the edge, the pink of her slit showing just under the well trimmed strip of blond hair she wore.

When it came to favorite things, eating pussy was at the top of Tom's list. He enjoyed giving it as much as his lovers enjoyed getting it, and he had gotten quite good at it over the years. He knew where women were most sensitive, what gave them pleasure and what didn't. He used the tip of his tongue to part her labia down low, then with exquisite slowness he slid it to the top. She gasped as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris then used his lips to uncover it and suck it. His mouth moved lower again, all the way down to where he could insert his tongue into her hot canal. She lifted her legs slightly and put them over his shoulders.

"Oh goddam," she exclaimed. "You are so fucking good at that." He hummed against her pussy in response, which added to the sensation and elicited another moan from her Seriously, she thought. He gives head like he was born to it.

His right index finger now came into play as he inserted it into her while sucking her clit again. He gently felt around inside her, then inverted his hand and felt for that most sensitive of spots. He knew he had found it when she gasped loudly. 

"Oh yes right there right there right there ohfuckyessss........" Her hands pulled his head tightly against her. He moved his finger around, then in and out while continuing his oral ministrations.

Her breathing became quicker and shallower, and he sensed her impending orgasm. Moving he shoulders from under her legs, he stood and quickly unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down until they fell to his ankles on their own. He grabbed his erect shaft and immediately guiding it into her now-dripping pussy, then buried it to its full length in her in one smooth movement and held there for just a moment before starting a slight circular movement of his hips that moved his cock around inside her. 

"Holy shit that's good," she gasped out. His lips sought her and they kissed hungrily. She hooked her ankles behind him, locking him with her legs.

She held his neck as he began to rhythmically move in and out of her, just fast enough to heighten her pleasure without bringing the final release just yet. His hands wandered down onto her thighs, then back up to stroke her fine tits, then down her back to hold the cheeks of her ass. Her dress was a wrinkled band of copper-colored fabric gathered around her waist as he ever so slightly began to increase the pace of his thrusts.

She could feel her orgasm approaching and moved one hand to his waist, silently urging him to quicken his movements even more. He could feel his balls start to boil, signaling the arrival of his own orgasm.

"Ohgodyes fuck me fuck me fuck me," she cried, her words pouring out in a torrent. "I'm cumming oh yeah fuck me good." 

By now he was pounding her, driving insistently in an out of her like a piston, and she could feel his balls slapping the bottom of her ass with each thrust. Her body returned each thrust from him, involuntarily falling onto an identical rhythm. Her lips locked on his just as she reached the point of final release, and she gripped him to her hard and held him there as each successive wave washed over her. She felt almost weak as her body spasmed, but slowly regained her equilibrium.

But Tom wasn't done yet, and after Debbie relaxed slightly he resumed a slow in and out movement. He didn't last much longer; he had almost been there with her and being inside her was such an incredible experience anyway. 

"Come on, Tommy boy. Fill me up. Give me all you got," Debbie urged hoarsely.

He didn't need prompting to do that. Within a few strokes he felt his orgasm becoming inevitable again and involuntarily quickened his pace. He began pounding her once again, driving in and out of her like a machine. With a loud, low grunt he finally pushed into her and held there as he shot his hot load, shaking with each spasm. She could feel his balls pulsing against her ass as he came and held him in a tight, passionate kiss. They stayed like that as his orgasm subsided, then broke the kiss and held each other tight as their breathing returned to normal.

He finally pulled his head back and looked at her face, then lightly but meaningfully kissed her full lips. 

"Is your back feeling better?" he asked with a smile when their lips parted.

"What back?" she replied with a broad smile. "I feel terrific, if you must ask."

"I feel pretty damn good myself," came his answer.

"Well, no wonder," Debbie continued. "We all know what's going on with you. You get laid more than any ten guys."

"I don't see it that way," Tom told her in a chiding tone.

She gave him another long, lingering kiss, then looked him straight in the eye. "I know that. We all know that. It's what makes you so special to all of us," she told him softly.

He had no answer and just looked back into her eyes.

Debbie finally dropped her legs and pushed him away slightly. "All right, mister. I've got to clean up. I can't have your goo running down my legs the rest of the night." With that, she hopped down from the table and pulled her dress back up over her chest and shoulders. Grabbing a bunch of tissues from the box on the side table, she wiped as much of his load from her pussy and thighs as she could, then retrieved her panties. Finally, she pulled the hem of her dress back to where it belonged. Tom wiped his cock clean and restored it to its proper home.

"Zip me up. I'll just go home braless," Debbie said, turning her back to him. 

"Something for me to think about tonight," Tom told her with a smile.

"Damn, you're good," Debbie said as she turned back towards him. "Sometimes I wish..."

"Don't say it. Please," he responded. "Not yet."

With a knowing smile at him, Debbie kissed him once more and walked out the conference room door.