0 comments/ 13948 views/ 0 favorites I Love My Job By: fantasex13 My name is Phillip and I am a married to a real bitch. So everyday I come to work with a smile on my face. I'm just so happy to be out of the house and here, where I have someone whom I enjoy talking with and being with. Her name is Colleen and she is sweet and caring. When she came to work here, and we started talking, I wanted to spend every waking moment at work. I didn't want to go home and have to do all of the work I'm expected by my wife to do. She expects me to work a forty-hour week and then go home every night and cook dinner, wash the clothes, pick up the trash the kids throw around the living room while she sits on her fat ass watching TV and eating bon-bons. She is my second wife and I should have lived alone a much longer time before I decided to marry her, but she sort of forced herself into my quiet life. Along with her three kids. I don't really mind the kids, they give me a lot of pleasure, and they are fun; they make me laugh from time to time. I'd gladly keep them if I could get rid of my bitchy wife, Rita. I have retired from my job of forty years and since Rita decided she needed a break from the hospital, she took a job with a doctor's office for less money and lighter work. So she is now home every night bitching about all the stuff I don't do. Well, I work forty to fifty hours a week and she bitches because I have to work overtime because she expects me to put dinner on the table every night at six. Her two daughters are a nice site for my sore eyes. But at eighteen and twenty they are often out with their friends and so any pleasures they might give to my weary eyes are fleeting. I've been working at a security company since I retired. Just to buy the things that Rita thinks she needs to be happy. Too bad, I'm not one of them. Since Katrina, we have up-ed our staff because of all the empty homes in the area and new people moving around in the city. The other day applicants started coming in and filling out applications and I was in charge of bringing them in for their interviews. One of them caught my eye. She is a sexy, brunette with rainforest green eyes. They are the kind of eyes that take your breath away before you even see the face that holds them. And when I finally saw the face, I felt my groin tighten. I was in love and didn't even know her name. Three other new recruits had arrived before her. They were comprised of two men and another woman. I had them all sign in on the log sheet and then led them to the conference room where the director would tell them about our work and the jobs that were available. After they were gone, I glanced at the sign-in sheet to get her name. Colleen Arkins. I prayed that she would pass all of the qualifications. I wanted to get to know her and be her friend. My groin ached for her. I continued my work and an hour later the recruits started leaving. The last one out was Ms. (I hoped) Arkins. She smiled at me as she left and said, "I'll see you in the morning!" My heart leapt at the thought of seeing her every day for as long as I worked here. "I look forward to it!" I called after her as she opened the door to leave. She looked back quickly then slipped out the door. The rest of the day flew by. It was like everything had gone smoothly and I didn't even start getting nervous, just before quitting time and having to go home to the bitch. I figured I could put up with the bitch tonight if I was going to see the princesses in the morning. Ms Arkins was the first to arrive for her new job. She wore a shapely dark blue suite and had her aphotic hair up in a bun. "Good morning, isn't it a wonderful day?" she greeted me with one of her full smiles. "It is now," I said and winked at her. I saw a hint of a blush. I directed her to the conference room once again and soon the others who had been asked back began to arrive and I became very busy. Before I knew it, half of the day was gone and I went to the kitchen to get my lunch. Sitting alone at a table was Colleen. She was eating a sandwich and seemed to have a thermos with soup in it. I got my bag lunch out of the refrigerator and asked, "Do you mind if I share your table?" She smiled and pulled out the chair beside her. "I'd love some company. Please do!" I already loved her smile. And those green eyes were astonishing. We talked quietly about her for the entire half hour we were allotted for lunch. As I got up to go back to the office, she asked, " Would you mind if I ask for a desk close to yours? You're easy to talk with and I like your smile." I smiled and said, "I would like that. I like your smile too and those haunting green eyes of yours." The boss did give her the desk next to mine, not because she had requested it but because we were going to be working together. She was in my area. Boy, did that make me happy. "Show her the ropes Phillip!" Show her how good you are!" I was pleased at his confidence towards me. And that I would see and talk to Colleen every day. But it also made me a bit nervous. I had to work closely with Colleen because I had to teach her the job. Not that that was a hard thing. She was very knowledgeable and caught on to things she didn't know very quickly. It didn't take long for us to get really comfortable with one another. I told her about my bitchy wife and she told me about her demanding husband who only worked when he felt like it "That's why I had to take a job!" she confided. We soon became close friends and shared our stories every day about the night before. We both bitched about our spouse but never really talked about each other. I was starting to have feelings for her and didn't exactly know how to convey them without scaring her away. One afternoon after lunch I pulled her into my area and whispered, "I'd sure like to kiss you." Colleen looked around the area and then bent and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and my prick got so hard I was sure I was going to explode and get embarrassed. But I didn't. "I really like talking to you Phillip. You make me feel safe and secure. I feel like I can talk to you about anything. I wish we weren't married to other people!" That comment made my prick jerk in my shorts. I knew the implications of those words. We started talking a lot more. And eventually the talking became flirting. She did little subtle things to get me excited. At first, she flirted with me via sweet little remarks like, "I like that tie you have on Phillip." Sometimes she would pull her rolling chair up to mine and whispers, "I'd sure like to know what you're thinking right now!" I can get really hard just hearing those words because usually when she says that, I'm thinking of her naked. All of the blouses she wears are silk and buttoned up the front. She always unbuttoned the first three buttons exposing her cleavage. She definitely had a nice set of breasts. She has firm, thirty-four inch beasts and a skinny little waist. I've told her all about my bitch of a wife and she tells me about her useless husband who refuses to work. We've been working together for about three months now and we have become rather close. So close that she has taken on a dominant role in the office and often, teasingly demands that I do certain things. We have sneaked around behind the other employees back and kissed, touched each other's private parts and our lips have come together many times. Yesterday, I was sitting in my cubicle and she slipped into the partitions and pulled up her skirt. "Lick me, I'm horny!" she demanded. I glanced around the area and saw no one close to my cubicle, so I crawled on my knees to her V'd legs and slipped my face under her skirt. She held onto my chair as my tongue fucked her wet cunt and she cooed softly her pleasure. When I finished licking up all of her juices she flashed her tits at me and left without even a thank you. But she deserves to be treated like a queen. She deserves having me adore her because she makes me so happy. I love coming to work because she is here. Her husband is a real asshole. He comes home from work and demands dinner as soon as he walks through the door. He sometimes slaps her around and then heads for a beer or two with the "guys." I think he has another woman on the side. So does she. Yesterday, I slipped into her cubicle and crawled under her desk. She put her hands on the back of my head and forced my face deep in her pussy. It was silky and smelled of peaches. I sprayed my thick cum in my shorts and then licked it out of them on her command. It really turned me on. After I had devoured the seed, she pulled me to her red lips and tongue kissed me then kicked me out of her cubicle. Occasionally, we go to lunch together. I love that because she lets me squeeze her nice tits and suckle her clit. She goes wild when I do that. Her husband never suckles her; he gets his and then falls to sleep. Sounds like my wife. I lick he and play with her clit then she rolls over and falls asleep no pleasure for me. But Colleen and I give mutual gratification. However, she is getting a bit demanding too. She likes to make me do things I would never do for another woman. She wants to dominate me and I sort of like her way of doing it. Today she walked into my cubical and lifted her skirt. She had no panties on. "Tongue fuck me!" she demanded. It was lunchtime and most of the people were gone. My prick stood as tall as it could as I knelt before her and ran my hands up under her skirt. I felt the wetness between her legs and a new development! She had shaved her furry pussy. I exploded in my drawers once again. Then I looked up at her and smiled. "I like that. It is so sweet and now I can give you lots of pleasure." She smiled and bent to kiss my pussy flavored lips. I slipped my hand under her loose blouse and squeezed her full pussy lips and then crawled under her skirt and lapped at her juices as a cat would a bowl of milk. Once I had satisfied her, she stroked me and whispered, "Good boy, now come kiss me!" I checked the area and there was no one in site. My lips met her's and her tongue probed for my tonsils. Her hands grabbed my butt and pulled me as close to her as she could. She felt the hardness between my legs and squeezed my balls. "Naughty boy!" she whispered. Just for that you have to suck my tits!" She unbuttoned the buttons that covered her full breast and my mouth quickly licked and suckled the firm nipples. When the other employees returned, we eat lunch together and we talked a lot about my bitch of a wife who thinks that I exist for her every command and her useless husband. And we found plenty to laugh about. While at lunch I was allowed to touch and fondle her as much as I wanted. She liked to suck my cock and I loved her doing that. She has a great tongue and knows how to use it on that little hole. She drives me mad and makes me so happy. We often talk about divorcing our spouses but neither of us can afford the alimony. And we believe as long as we are together at the office, then we will stay happy. Every night when I go home, my wife still gripes and bitches and I just smile and say "Yes, dear I'm doing it now. Or "Yes, dear, dinner is ready. And all of the time, I'm thinking of Colleen and how happy I'll be to be back at work. Yesterday she came in and she had no bra on. "Come see baby," she whispered. "I have a present for you." When I got into her cubicle she had her hand in her blouse. She spread her legs open and instead of crouchless panties, she wore none. I smiled and looked up at her. "Makes it easier to play, don't you think? I feel so much freer without them. And what about this? " She opened her blouse and her full breast popped out at me. "No bra either!" I scrambled to the full tits and suckled one into my mouth as my fingers found their way to the uncovered pussy between her legs. Colleen cooed as my tongue slipped deep into her warm juices. Then I heard a door close and I jumped up. Her skirt came up with me, but she was quick to right it. Just in time, I sat at my desk, pulled out a report and started explaining it to Colleen as our boss passed her cubicle. He stuck his head in the opening and asked how things were going. I smiled brightly and said, "Couldn't be better, sir!" "Great! And Colleen?" "I'm doing good too sir; Phillip was just giving me some good tips about the job. He's a really good teacher." She smiled and looked back at me sitting in my chair. "Good keep up the good work." He waved and was on his way. Colleen pulled up her skirt and sat on my lap. She unzipped my pants and stroked my prick. Once it was firm, she opened her legs and slipped her wet pussy over my dong and slowly rode me up and down. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in an Allelula as my seed spilled into her wet cunt. Her body shook with rapture and she slipped off my lap spilling my seed on the carpet. She turned to me and said, "You had better clean up that mess and left my office. The next day she came in and told me that she was leaving the company. "I've found another job that will pay me more. Will you come with me?" "Do you think I can get one?" I asked her. "Yeah, I have already told them about you and they are interested. We will make at least two thousand more a week." "Let's go!" We handed in our resignations and walked out the door hand in hand. For the next three months we plotted and saved and talked to lawyers. We both went to our spouses the same night and told them we wanted a divorce and walked out of our homes. That was seven months ago. Next week we will be married. And will celebrate our love the way it should be celebrated. But right now we are just enjoying one another and finding new and wonderful ways of pleasing one another. I will love her for the rest of my life! I Love My Job! This is my first submission. It is a bit long, but I think it is worth it. Please let me know what you think. I have other ideas for this scenario and quite a few others. Thank you! * Today was going to be the day! I had carefully reviewed all of the candidates that had successfully gotten through the first interview process and had narrowed it down to three. All three second interview candidates were similar in background and education, but one stood out for what I was looking for. Let me explain. I am a Senior Exec for a Defense Department Contractor and as a result I have a very high national security clearance. My administrative assistant must be someone that understands the concept of "classified" information and can follow direction—without question. My prior Admin was dynamite, but was inherited and not what I would have chosen. I would rectify this now that she had gotten a promotion. I plodded through the first two cursory interviews before getting to the one I really wanted—Ashley Taylor. During the first interview process the candidates are screened thoroughly and the interviews are video recorded. Those selected to move on have photos taken and they are attached to their resumes, we also do a background and credit check. Ashley was a stunning blonde, very tall (about 5'11 or so) but petite around 125 lbs or so with bright blue eyes and voluptuous lips from what I could make out on the video. She was single and 26 years old, with one child. The child aspect was important; I wanted someone that had something to lose. But, the kicker was her credit report. She had a large mortgage and a lot of credit card debt. Ashley needed this job, desperately! Ashley arrived for our 4:00 pm interview at 3:40 and I was notified by the temp that a Ms. Taylor was here. Good, she was early—she wanted to make a good impression. I let her wait until about 4:15 pm before I asked the temp to show her in. I wanted to make sure everything in the office was ready! My top floor corner office is large with my desk by the windows, two leather chairs, a leather sofa and other amenities you would find in a Senior Exec's office. My office is down an isolated hall from the other offices and is very refreshingly remote. I buzzed the door as I saw them approach on my hall monitoring screen so that they could enter my office. The temp let Ms. Taylor in and then closed the door as she left. The door locks automatically and I saw Ashley's expression change as she heard the door lock click. I immediately went to her and welcomed her and asked her to join me in one of the leather chairs in front of my desk. Ashley was even more stunning in person! She was just a hair shorter than my 6'2" frame with her heels on with beautiful long legs that seemed to go on for miles. She was wearing a professional looking white silk blouse with just a hint of cleavage and a mid-thigh pleated navy skirt and hose. For someone with her light weight she had very nice sized breasts, I would guess about 36-38C or thereabouts. I asked if she wanted a drink and she declined, I could tell she was nervous as her handshake gave a small hint of perspiration. I began by asking her about herself and why she wanted to come and work for us. What sets her apart from my other candidates, etc. the regular B.S. questions. She gave all of the right responses and I pressed her for more details, I wanted to keep her on the edge, I wanted her to think of how badly she needed this job. After about 40 minutes or so of questions (all of the office staff would be leaving about now) I began to make my move. Ashley was beginning to look a little worried that this was not going the way she hoped; maybe she would not get this job that she needed so much. I moved in for the kill: Ms. Taylor, do you understand security clearances? Do you understand the repercussions for compromising these clearances? Yes sir, I do. Ms. Taylor, I need someone who I can trust exclusively with anything or anyone. Do you understand this? Yes sir, I do. Ms. Taylor, I have read your background checks, I know of your debts, your mortgage these things concern me. How do I know I can trust you absolutely? Sir, I am very trustworthy, you have seen my resume, and I am sure you have read my letters of referral. Yes, yes I have seen all of that. I have read all of that—it means nothing to me. I want to know if I can trust you, that you will do what I say without question and that you will not compromise this office—ever!! (She was getting really worried now that she was blowing this interview) Sir, I am honest. I know I am a bit behind on my bills, but I am honest and I can be trusted. I will keep your trust no matter what! Prove it! I want you to take off your blouse. (She had a look of utter shock on her face) Sir, you want me to....what? I knew it! I knew you couldn't be trusted, I knew you would not follow direction without questioning me! I need absolute trust, absolute follow through! We are done Ms. Taylor! (I was really pouring it on!) Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to question you. I can follow through, I can take direction! (She was beginning to well up tears) Ms. Taylor, if that is true, why are you still wearing your blouse? (With tears slowly running down her cheeks Ashley stood and began unbuttoning her silk blouse. The lace of her white bra began to show and for the first time since this interview began, my cock began to take notice. She slowly finished unbuttoning her blouse and placed it on the chair next to her. She sat down with her arms crossing her chest). Ms. Taylor, please place your hands in your lap. They are obstructing my view. (She did as instructed and for the first time I got a good look at what was hiding under that silk blouse. I was not disappointed; she was wearing a white silk and lace push up bra that covered only bottom half of her breasts. Her cleavage was having an effect on me. I asked her a few more B.S. questions and then told moved on to the next stage). Ms. Taylor remove your skirt, shoes and hose! (She once again gave me a look of shock—but this time reacted quickly. She immediately stood and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor. I could make out delicate silk and lace panties matching her bra under the hose. She then removed her heels and then slowly with a bit of effort removed her panty hose. Her legs were unquestionably the most fantastic I had ever seen. Toned, tanned, long and beautiful! She put these items on the chair next to her along with her blouse. The tears were now coming steadily, but she made no discernible noise). Ms. Taylor, I believe you are beginning to impress me. Maybe you do know how to follow direction. We shall see! Take off the bra; I want to see your tits!! (I think she thought the worst was over, she thought wrong!) Sir...I ... Ms. Taylor, you are tap dancing on my last nerve. You know I have other candidates, others maybe even more qualified. Your bills are not going to pay themselves. Your child is not going to buy its own food. (With that she stood and slowly reached behind her and began unhooking her bra, my cock was now at full attention and was aching to be released. She took the straps off her shoulders and slowly revealed the most succulent set of tits I have ever seen! The nipples were a gorgeous pink and stood out like small erasers—I could not wait!) Ms. Taylor, shake your titties for me, squeeze them, pull on your nipples! (She was horrified by this and reluctantly began shaking them, but only a little). Damn it Ms. Taylor, I said shake those fucking tits! (At this she turned bright red with embarrassment and began audibly crying, but she also began to shake her tits.) Squeeze them for me, pull on your nipples! (She began fondling her tits, pulling on her nipples—they were standing up at full attention! Damn what a set!) Enough! Show me your ass and your pussy, and now! (She hesitated only a moment before sliding her panties down her legs. She kicked them off and put them on the other chair. No hair!! A perfectly shaved pussy! As she stood back up she kept her legs close together denying me the view of her slit that I so desperately wanted) Turn around, show me your ass! (As she slowly turned the most perfect ass I had ever seen came into view-I had to feel it and I had to have it! She stopped, facing away from me and I could tell she was still crying.) Bend over and touch your toes! (She was now long past even thinking; she just did what I told her. As she bent over her pussy lips came slightly into view) Hold that position bitch! (I got up from my desk adjusting the tent in my pants and walked over behind her. I slowly put my hands on her ass she trembled with the touch. I began fondling, kneading her ass in my hands. My God, it was incredible.) You like me squeezing your ass don't you Ashley? (No response, so I squeezed harder) You like me squeezing your ass don't you bitch? (With that I spanked her hard once on her ass) Yes....sir (she said in between sobs) Go sit on the sofa. Spread your legs really wide so I can get a good look at that pussy of yours slut. Move it! (I spanked her ass even harder and she quickly moved over to the leather sofa and sat down with her legs apart. But not wide enough for me, I walked over and spread her legs as wide as I could) When I say spread your legs cunt, that is what I mean. Got it? (Her crying was now almost out of control) Ye..Ye..Yes ssir. (Her pussy was glorious, with long labia lips that were just made for sucking. There was a hint of wetness, I wanted more!) Finger your pussy whore, I want to see you play with yourself. (She moved her left hand down to her snatch and began lightly brushing her pussy lips and clit. She did this lightly back and forth for a few seconds and then moved her fingers to her mouth wetting them. She inserted two fingers in her cunt and began slowly moving them in and out). Feel your tits, finger your pussy. Give me a show you slut! (She began rubbing her tits with her right hand while fingering her cunt with her left. She jammed in a third finger and her pussy was now making a sloshing sound as she finger fucked herself. She had stopped crying and was now working her cunt at a more rapid pace. I could not believe the show this hot bitch was giving me, holy shit! She took her hand from her tits and began rubbing her clit in a circular motion while continuing the finger assault on her pussy. Juices began running down her thighs and her cries were now turning to moans. This bitch was really getting off on this)! Make yourself cum bitch; I want to hear you cum. (She really picked up the pace and was now rapidly finger fucking herself, 3 fingers all the way in. She was working overtime on her clit, cunt juices leaking obscenely from her throbbing pink pussy. She began to shake and with a final unleashing of finger fury brought herself off. She was making uncontrollable loud noises when to my astonishment she ejaculated a big gush of pussy juice all over my carpeted floor and my pants and shoes. I never seen anything like it, I almost came in my pants)! That was unfucking believable you filthy slut, unfucking believable! (I gave her about a minute to get her bearings again, that was the most intense orgasm I had ever seen) Bitch you got pussy juice all over my slacks. Crawl over her and lick this shit off my pants before it stains! I..I..I'm so sorry sir! I have never done that before! It felt incredible. I don't give a shit about how it felt, get your ass over here and lick this shit off my pants. Now!! Yes sir. (She looked so fucking hot as with her wet cunt dripping as she crawled over to me and began licking, yes licking her juices off of my shoes taking them off and then began licking my pants. As she made her way up my pants I began loosening my belt and unzipping my pants.) Get up on your knees and take out my cock! Suck it like the whore I know you are! (She did exactly as she was told and pulled my now rock hard cock out of my pants and put her voluptuous pouty lips around its thick shaft while pulling down my pants and boxers.) Oh shit, that's it you fucking slut. Suck that cock, take it all! (I stepped out of my pants and boxers as I admired her beautiful lips going up and down on my engorged cock. I pulled her head closer to get all of my cock in her mouth. She gagged but I didn't let go and she got all 9 inches in her mouth. I let this continue for a few moments before uttering her next command.) Bitch get down there and lick and suck my balls! Don't stop until I tell you. (My cock came out with a "pop" and she moved down to my balls replacing her mouth with a hand going up and down the shaft of my cock. She licked my balls hungrily like a long awaited prize. She took each one into her mouth and began sucking them desperately trying to draw the cum out of them. Pre-cum was now freely flowing out of the head of my cock and all over her hand that was still stroking it. It wouldn't be long now and I knew it). Get your mouth back on my cock! Suck it until my balls are dry. That's it whore, suck that cock. You know you love that big, fat dick in your mouth. Suck it. (She was really working her mouth and tongue all over my cock, she was squeezing my balls with her hand and with her other hand she reached behind me and stuck her index finger in my ass. That was all I could take, her finger put me over the edge.) I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Don't take your mouth off my cock. Take all my cum, swallow it all. (She continued to suck on me, squeeze my balls and finger fuck my ass. I began shooting wad after sticky wad of cum into her mouth and down her throat; my balls were so full that it just never seemed to end. I was in pure ecstasy! I had never cum so much or so hard, the sperm began leaking out of the corners of her mouth and it just kept coming. She could finally take no more and my cock slipped out of her mouth and I shot the remaining wad on her tits. I was spent). Clean off my cock slut, make sure you suck all of the cum out of my cock. When you're done clean all of the cum off of your tits. (She lovingly sucked on my cock until it went soft and she made sure that every drop of cum made it into her mouth and was swallowed. As much as I wanted this to continue, I was spent. What a fucking piece of ass. She finished up and looked eagerly at me for her next orders.) Ashley, clean up, go home and get some rest. Tomorrow work starts at 8:00 am dress appropriately and be ready for a long, hard shift. We have a lot of territory to cover and I aim to see it and do it all! Thank you sir, I will make sure you are up to the task! (She stood up, I slapped her on the ass as she finished cleaning up. She got dressed, smiled and strode with confidence as she headed for the door). Sir, I will be here at 7:30 if you want to get an early start! (And with that she headed out the door, giving me one last smile and one last shot of that incredible ass) Man, I love my job!! I love My Job... Author's Note/Disclaimer This story is 100% fictional, anything resembling a real person or situation is mere happenstance. With that out of the way read on. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to BE a secret Agent. 007. That was the life I wanted. Years of school and criminal justice classes and what did I do for a living...airport security. It was yet another boring day. I sat by the metal detector, while thousands of people bustled through with important places to go, and prominent people to see. Airport security did have its perks though. I get to wear a gun, that's always cool. And we routinely carry a reasonable amount of contraband to plant "probable cause" on anyone that we have a gut feeling about. Yeah it's profiling, and profiling is wrong, I hate it myself, but who can argue with results. Say we inconvenience ten people and they are held up maybe ten minutes while we ensure the safety of everyone. If one of those ten did have foul intentions...the system works. I wouldn't even bother mentioning this nasty detail of my job...except its kind of where the heart of my story begins. I stared down the line of people in my metal detector line, able to guess with some accuracy, who'd set off the alarm. Young business man with more techno-crap then a best buy store...definitely. Older man, his shoes were the special airline kind without metal soles so he could breeze on through, no way, my bet was he didn't even have keys with him. I continued to size up people...down the line when I laid my eyes on quite possibly the most drop dead gorgeous woman I had ever seen, She was average height, young twenty something, Long straight brown hair that fell just past her shoulders and to the edge of her neckline. Her breasts, Oh her breasts, two mountains hidden under a red blouse with one button tastefully undone. A tasteful matching skirt and shoes completed the picture. She was beautiful and she was in my line. "Bet you'd love to frisk her..." Mumbled my coworker in the next line. I avoided looking at her again until she was next in line. In front of her was the old man. No luggage no detector alarm. He flashed a ticket and with a smile he breezed through, as I knew he would. I sat at my station as the beautiful young woman put her purse on the conveyor. It went in and got x-rayed. Nothing., but as she stepped through I heard beep beep beep. The alarm sound that had all but become white noise to me. She looked rather surprised. I walked towards her with the wand. "Kick your shoes off and walk through again." I instructed. She did and beep beep beep. Again. "Any change, keys, anything metal on you?" I asked. She searched her pockets turned them out and found them to be empty. She shook her head. Lucky me I thought. I hated people like this usually. It could be anything, buttons on jeans, a screw in some eyeglasses, a metal filling in a tooth...these people took time and held up the line. "Cover my line Joe." Joe didn't respond to me, but babbled into a walkie talkie and I knew he'd ordered back up. "Come with me ma'am." I requested in my most neutral business tone. "Is there a problem?" "Come with me." I ignored her question. She followed me to my office and closed the door behind me. "There's no problem," I assured her "This happens all the time. I do have to search you though. You cooperate, and I don't find anything you'll make your flight. You don't cooperate...you wont. Simple as that. She nodded in understanding. "ID.." I requested. "She fumbled in her purse and retrieved a drivers license. I skimmed it and returned it to her. "Ok Katherine..." Remove any metal you have on your person and we'll try this one more time." Her brow furrowed as the desperately thought of any metal she had on her. Checking all her pockets she turned out a few cents in change. I extended her a bowl to place it in. "Step through" I gestured, motioning to the smaller version of the detector in the hall. Beep Beep Beep. I heard her curse under her breath. "Ok, heres how this works. I'm gonna frisk you, if you don't cooperate in any way my suspicion will be heightened..." Again she nodded. "Turn and put your hands on the wall." I instructed. She did and I placed my hands on her hips and slid them down one leg and up the other. To just above her knee. Back to her hips and then up and down her back. I placed one hand firmly on her hips and reached up her skirt and grabbed her ass. "Stand against the wall, face me." I ordered. Without hesistation she did. "Raise your arms" She did. I felt up and down her arms and then her stomach. I went up and came to rest just under her enormous breasts. I stopped for a moment, then slid my hands up on her chest. She didn't bat my arms away...I felt around to the sides, and then back over her breasts again. I squeezed hard and she winced slightly, but didn't stop me. I released and stepped back. My heart was beating fast, and I was fairly hard. "Did you enjoy that?" she said defiantly, and with a look of distain. "I would have if I didn't find this." I extended my arm to show a small metal capsule which when I opened revealed a small bag of marijuana. She gasped. "Bullshit!" She insisted. "Now listen. This was on you. I found it in your panties during a standard frisk. This wasn't true at all. There was nothing standard about that frisk...and really I was planting it on her. "Now you can insist it wasn't all you want but down to the word of you or the head guard...well....I trailed off." "Here's how this is gonna work. You do exactly as I say without any hesitation or you'll leave here in cuffs, and ill see to it personally I question you later. "Or...you do exactly as I say and you still go on your vacation..." She nodded. "Take the blouse off, unbutton it." I demanded. She did. And tossed it on the floor beside her. It revealed huge breasts, confined by a white lace bra them was nearly busting at the seams. "Are they real?" I asked. "Yes." She answered. "You call me sir, understand. "Yes sir." She replied. "Take the skirt off. She didn't have to undo it she just wiggled it off her hips and stepped out of it. She wore a white thong underneath. "Now the panties, then the bra." I ordered. "Yes sir." She said reluctantly and slid them off. I walked to her and took a breast in my hand. "How big are they?" I demanded. "She swallowed hard but answered...32G..." "I placed my thumb and forefinger on her nipple and said "do you mean 32G..siiiiir?" as I said sir I pinched her and twisted her slightly as a reminder. "32G sir sir!" she hurriedly said and I released her. "Forget again, and ill punish you." I warned. "Down to business." I unzipped my pants and slid them down along with my boxers in one swift motion. I'm a fairly endowed guy, Im nine inches, hard...and now...I was hard. "On your knees." I demanded. "Yes sir" she said and got down. I jammed it in her mouth and started thrusting, allowing myself to be about half way in her. I put my hands behind her head and ordered. "Relax your throat and take all of it..." She tried but couldn't. I put my hands behind her head and forced her on it the rest of the way. She didn't gag, she could she just didn't want to...She'd pay for that. I pulled it out of her mouth and she gasped. I grabbed her and bent her over my desk. I held her down with one hand on her back and spanked her hard with the other. Smack smack smack smack. I spanked her about ten times alternating cheeks. She whimpered a little. "That was a warning....don't refuse again. "Now suck!" I barked and she dropped back to her knees and took it hungrily in her mouth. She buried it all and I felt her chin brush against my balls. After a few minutes I pulled out of her, and started stroking it myself. Keeping it idle.....She looked at me and it was as if she knew what I wanted and she laid down and spread her legs. "You like this then...?" I asked as I fell on top of her. "...No...yes sir.." she admitted. I smiled. I got behind her and slid just the head of my cock in her. She spread wider, and opened more for me....I slid in her slowly, but firmly, eventually burying all of myself in her. She was tight, I very much doubted she'd been with a man of my size before. She cried out. "Shhh" I whispered and she bit her lip to quiet herself. I thrusted in and out and in and out again building myself towards climax...I wanted her enormous breasts again and slid my hands up to the sides of them. She got the hint and arched herself off enough for me to squeeze them hard. She moaned...and so did I. I took one nipple in my mouth and caressed the other with my thumb. Both were hard now and I could feel her starting to build towards orgasm. Unexpectedly she came. She pulled my hand over her mouth and I held it there gently, at her request, to stifle her moans. After her moans had subsided I felt kinda cocky (no pun intended) that I satisfied a woman as beautiful as her. "Sir...please don't cum in me..." She begged. I pulled out of her and stood back up... "Then you have to take it in your mouth again" I insisted. She was loving this though, no need to be bossy. "Yes sir..." She jokingly said with a wink and hungrily opened her mouth. Normally id finish in her pussy I thought to myself. But this girl gave an amazing BJ, by far the best I'd ever had. "Will you swallow it?" I asked. It wasn't really a question I could make her if I wanted. But I didn't want to, I wanted her to want to. "She took me out and said... "You didn't cum in my pussy like I asked...yes, ill swallow.." She said hesitantly. "Although I never have before..." She added. I guided her up and down my cock, but she didn't need guidance. She did it skillfully. She may not have swallowed before, but she definitely given a BJ before. I felt myself get to the point of no return. I pulled it from her mouth and stroked it myself. She laid down again thinking I wanted to fuck her a little more. I stradled her chest and laid my cock between her two enormous tits. She got the idea and held them as I slid between them. I pulled her hair gently, tilting her head back and ordered "Now, open wide. Don't spill a drop or ill spank you again." She opened and I pushed the first inch of my cock into her gaping mouth. It sent me over the edge and I spewed wave after wave of cum in her mouth. "Don't close until I say" I tried to utter, between my moans. I came again and again. Finally, I stroked the last drops into her full mouth. Obediently she kept her mouth open for me to see. "Swallow." I ordered. And she closed her mouth and I saw her swallow. "Open...let me see that it's gone." Her eyes widened revealing she hadn't swallowed it. "I thought we were getting along..." I said. "Now one more chance...swallow every drop, or I'm going to hurt you." She swallowed again, and this time she opened wide, allowing me to see she had indeed done what she was told. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" I asked, like a doctor talking about a shot. She didn't answer. I let her up and she went for her clothes. I watched her dress, and indeed I dressed myself. I reached in my desk and got a cold bottle of water from the mini fridge. "Katherine...." I said. She turned around and I tossed the bottle to her. She caught it took a gulp...actually thanked me. And turned to go. The door closed and I sat at my desk to have a drink of my own when I saw a small piece of paper slide under my door. There was girly handwriting on it. It read. I can't lie, I enjoyed it. Call me... And under that there was a phone number. I pocketed the paper and said aloud..."Well I'm not James Bond," I said to myself, "But I do love my job." I smiled and knew that I'd call her later.... I Love My Job Pt. 01 Many of the Girls and Women that I know from my current job are some of the best looking that I've seen in person. I don't know what is with the town in which I work, but I swear that I've never seen more attractive females in one place before. Not even in a strip club. There is not a day when I work that I don't see a handful of beautiful Girls. The majority of the girls are co-workers of mine, but many are customers. When I first started at the store two years ago, the first girl I took a liking to is a girl named Wendy. Wendy was twenty two at the time and very good looking. I was drawn to her bright blue eyes and shortish jet black hair. Within a few days of starting at the job I was talking to some of the other workers about her trying to find out what I could. I was saddened to find out that Wendy was married and had a one year old son. Wendy is about 5' 5" and weighs about 110 lbs. She has a small set of tits that are maybe the size of large apples and she has a nice, yet "Weird" looking ass. Wendy's ass doesn't move when she walks. Some might say she walks like she has a stick up her ass, but I kind of like it. I like to compare people looks to certain celebrities so that readers can get a better idea of what the person I am talking about looks like. In Wendy's case, she kind of reminds me of the Actress Neve Campbell from the Scream franchise. In the two years that I've worked with Wendy, I've only had one sexual fantasy about her. In the fantasy, I just clock out for my lunch break and I head outside of the store to smoke a cigarette. I sit down on the metal bench just outside of the entrance way and light my cigarette. A minute or two later, Wendy emerges from the store and sits down beside me on the bench. We both exchange "hellos" and begin a short conversation before it falls awkwardly silent. Then, Wendy begins talking again. "I'd really hate to ask, but do you have $60.00 I can borrow?" She asks. "Sixty Dollars?" I reply sarcastically. "Yeah, I'm really desperate for money right now, my car payment is due and I'm out of food at home." Wendy says. "Oh really? That sucks." I reply. "It does... If you could let me borrow the sixty dollars, I'll... I'll give you a blowjob." Wendy says. "Are you serious?" I ask in a shocked tone. "Yeah, that's how desperate I am right now." Wendy replies with a cry nearly brewing. "Well, I'll lend you the money, but you don't have to even worry about... That." I tell her. "I'll have to go in and 'Rob' the ATM." I continue. I stamp my cigarette out in the ashtray next to me and head into the store. I withdraw eighty dollars out and request a receipt. Seeing that I had plenty of money to last me the rest of the work week, I head back outside to give the money to Wendy. After exiting the store, I fan the bills out and show them to Wendy. "That's more then what I asked for." She says. "That's alright, I want to help you out." I tell her. Wendy begins walking across the parking lot and motions for me to follow her. Reaching into her right pocket, Wendy pulls out the door lock remote for her Ford S.U.V. and she clicks the button. The door locks flick open and a beeping noise follows. She gets into the driver's seat and motions for me to get into the passenger seat. I hand Wendy the eighty dollars and she takes twenty of it and puts it in her pocket, the shoved the remainder of the money into the center console of her truck. Without warning, Wendy reached over and begins undoing the fly of my pants. "Hey, I told you that you didn't have to worry about that." I tell her. "It's alright, I really want to do it for you." She responds. My cock was already slightly erect from the topic of conversation, but it immediately grew harder as Wendy opens my fly. Pulling my cock through the opening, Wendy leans over and takes my cock into her mouth. Starting off with a long slow pull. Wendy takes my cock down deep into her throat and pulls it back out ending with a slow playful lock across the head. I look around at the flow of traffic on the near by street and search the immediate area for any "Innocent Bystanders." Wendy continues to lick the head of my cock and takes it back into her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around the shaft. Her mouth was extremely wet and warm. She starts to stroke and suck my cock simultaneously while her tongue moves around in slow circles all over every inch of my throbbing cock. I reach down and brush some of her jet black hair over her ear so I could see her sucking me. I feel my cum already begging to brew from deep within my balls, but I knew I still had a good ten minutes left before eruption. Wendy's slippery wet tongue travels teasingly over the head of my cock in every imaginable direction before she insets it back into her mouth. As she continues sucking me, I calmly brush her hair as if I were petting a dog. Periodically, pushing her head up and down. Wendy turns toward me and smiles as she sticks her tongue out and slaps my cock against it. She does that a couple of times before turning away again and sucking me again. Growing closer and closer to cumming, my body begins to shudder a little and my cock becomes even more sensitive. Sensing that I am close to cumming, Wendy lays her head on my belly and continues licking and sucking my cock as she strokes it faster. I brush her hair over her ear again and watch her mouth draw my cock into her mouth a few more times. My cum begins working it's way to the top and I grab Wendy's hand and help her stroke, then I begin cumming. A long thick stream travels up and lands on the side of Wendy's face, stretching from her temple down to her chin. Another thick, but smaller stream catches her lips. Another long stream lands in her hair, her jet black hair making the strand stick out as if it were a white shoe lace laying in her hair. A final spurt of cum leaps limply from the head of my cock and lands on Wendy's fingers and knuckles. "Whoa!" Wendy exclaims. "Oh damn, that was great." I tell her, my voice tense from the sensation of my orgasm. Wendy licks a little bit of cum from the head of my cock, then licks the globs of cum from her fingers and knuckles. Reaching into the glove compartment, Wendy pulls out a handful of tissues, then she sits up in her seat. As she sits up, my cum slides down her cheek and collects into little globs on her chin. Some dangle loosely while others fall down onto her shirt. Wendy looks at her reflection in the rear view mirror and uses the tissues to clean my cum from her face. Moving her head from side to side, Wendy checks for my cum and wipes where she sees some. Then, Wendy collects some of her hair and slides the tissues through the collection of strands cleaning the stream of cum from her hair. "Did I get it all?" she asks, looking at me. I look at her and scan her face for any remaining cum. Seeing only a small line of cum that she missed, I use my thumb a swipe it from her face. Wendy wipes the spot with the tissues and checks the mirror once more. "Thank you for doing that." I tell her. "I told you, I was thanking you, for the money." Wendy replies. "What time is it?" She asks. "Oh shit, I gotta get back inside." she shouts. Wendy rolls the tissues into a ball and tosses it onto the floor of the truck. The two of us get out of the truck and make our way back to the store. Looking at my cell phone, I realize I still have a few more minutes of break left, so I light another cigarette and sit on the bench to smoke it, before returning to work. Additional true, funny story about Wendy. About a week ago from the date of this submission, I was sitting in the break room before work. I had just bought a drink and a Slim Jim to much on while I was waiting to clock in. As I am sitting there, Wendy walks from the bathroom. I say, "Hello" to her. "Hi...How's your stick?" she asks. Immediately, I begin cracking up, and so did she. I don't know if she actually realized what she said at that moment. But my perverted ass mind caught her comment right away.