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My Co-worker

By: Prospector



I work with a girl named Chris. She has returned to our company. She worked here for 3 years and left. During her 3 years here, she always wore flannel shirts, and slacks. I don’t know that I ever saw her in a dress, even at the company meetings. I was convinced she was a lesbian. One of the other girls here said, no, she just dresses that way. We would have discussions about Chris, but neither of us could convince the other about Chris’ sexual orientation.

Chris was at the other company about 2 years and she got laid off. She had been a good worker here and didn’t burn any bridges when she left. About 2 months after her layoff, we had an opening and she returned. But she was different. She was never fat, but now she was slim. She explained that she had started a new diet and fitness regiment when she was at the other company. Now she is down about 30 pounds from when she first worked here and she is more lean and firm. I guess the flannel shirts hid some flab, but I never took notice anyway. 

Now she has a new hair style, a nice curly look to go with her slimmer face. It is obvious in her face that she lost some weight, but now she changed her wardrobe as well. Gone are the flannel shirts and they have been replaced with turtleneck jerseys and sweaters that show off her new-found waistline and abdomen. She was never busty, but now she has small but firm looking breasts. I have found myself, more than once, looking at her nice ass. Again, the firmness is accentuated by the tight fitting pants she wears now.

My other co-worker and I still discuss Chris’ orientation. I still think that she may be a whole lot better looking, but she is still gay. I’ve thought to myself that seeing the new Chris, I would like to test her orientation, but could never say anything like that out loud.

My department has mostly married people and we are interested in doing our job and going home to our families. We all get along well and work hard, but we don’t make a practice of socializing together. We do try about once every other month to have a dinner out together. Sometimes former workers are invited. That is how Chris stayed in touch and ended up coming back. 

I guess it was a touch of spring fever but when they announced the next dinner, I was looking forward to it and hoping that Chris would be there. I even thought about the possibility of hitting on her. Chris lives with a roommate, who is also a girl. This is my main ammunition in the orientation discussion. The location of this dinner was a bar more toward her house than most of our houses. We rotate locations, so everyone is close to home once in a while. This time it was Chris’ turn. She told me her roommate was at a conference this week and she wasn’t sleeping well, being alone in the house. 

“I plan on drinking enough to get a good night’s sleep”, she told me the day before the dinner. 

“Look,” I said, “it’s only five minutes from your house, how about I follow you home from work, and then take you to the restaurant, then take you home. It’s not that far out of the way and if you really do drink, than you wouldn’t have to drive.”

“That would be nice”, she said. “I was a little worried about the drinking and driving.”

So when the work was done, I followed her home. I waited in her driveway while she pulled into her garage. She came out, reached inside and pressed the door button. The door was down as she reached my car. We backed out and went to the restaurant. Surprisingly, we were not even the last ones there. Within 15 minutes, everyone was there and everyone had ordered a round of drinks. I ordered a Margarita. Chris said that sounded good, so she ordered one too. 

Everyone ordered a second round and then the dinners came. The conversations were mostly about the kids and who was in which sports and what a pain in the ass most of them were. As we were finishing up dinner, the waitress came around for another drink order. Most said they would have one more and then probably leave. 

“Are you going to have more?” I leaned over to Chris and asked.

She giggled and said “You bet!”

I ordered a pitcher of Margaritas for us. She protested, but I told her it was cheaper, and she let it go.

Naturally, the girls all decided to herd off to the bathroom. The drinks came and I refilled Chris’ empty glass. Mine had some left, so I poured a little in, and filled it the rest of the way from my water glass. Everyone came back and the discussion turned front our kids to our bosses. After a lot of joking at the bosses’ expense, several of our party decided to leave. I made a quick trip to the bathroom and returned to find Chris had emptied her glass. I refilled it for her and we talked with the other two who were still there. After she finished that drink, the other two said they needed to be heading home and said their good byes. Chris headed out to the bathroom again. I filled her glass and then gave myself a very watered down Margarita.  

She came back and after having a few sips, I emptied the rest of the pitcher into her glass. We stayed another 20 minutes. I knew the Margaritas were hitting her, because she laughed at every one of my jokes, even the off-color ones.

“I can really feel the drinks”, she said, “are you OK to drive?”

“Yea”, I said, “I ate a lot of butter and that blocks the alcohol absorption. But we probably should be going too.” 

She agreed and we paid our checks and headed to the car. As we walked she stumbled on a crack and I put my arm around her to steady her. She didn’t object and I held her by the waist until we got to the car. I opened the door on the passenger side and announced “Your carriage awaits, Madam.” She fell a little unsteadily into the seat and I gave an exaggerated bow and took her hand and kissed it. She didn’t pull it back and didn’t really laugh. She just smiled. I closed the door and went around the car and got in. The trip to her house was quick and quiet. I don’t know what was running through her mind, but I was thinking that, with a little luck, I could prove myself wrong about her tonight.

I pulled into the driveway and pulled to the back, assuming she would use the backdoor for her normal entry. I stopped the car and ran around to open the door. She hadn’t opened it herself, so I gave another bow, opened the door and announced “We have arrived, Your Majesty”. She extended her hand, and when I took it, I noticed she didn’t pull on it to help herself up, so I leaned down and kissed her hand again. This time I held my lips on it a little longer. She had that smile again.

I helped her up and out of the car, and shut the door and put my arm around her waist as we walked to the back door. She got her keys and opened the door. 

“You can come in for a while, can’t you?” she asked.

“That would be nice.”

We walked through the house and then she said, “Why don’t you sit down here in the living room, I need to go upstairs and use the bathroom. If you need to, there is a half bath through that door.”

I watched her go up the stairs, thinking how much I would like to grab those sweet cheeks. After she rounded the top and was out of sight, I used the bathroom. I was sitting on the couch when she came back down the stairs. She had changed her clothes!

She was wearing a t-shirt, and I’m sure, when she passed the light, I saw a nipple. Could she have taken her bra off? I figured I must be more drunk and horny than I thought. She was wearing sweat pants and some slippers. As I was sitting on the left side of the couch, she walked past and sat to my right. I turned toward her, my right knee up on the couch and my right arm extended toward her along the back of the couch. She brought her left knee up as she turned toward me. This moved her a little closer and she put her left hand on my elbow on the back of the couch, and leaning forward slightly, she said, “Thanks for doing the driving. I get so tired of always driving myself. It’s nice to be taken care of, once in a while.”

“I was happy to do it”, I replied. 

She smiled that smile I saw in the car so I took a chance and leaned forward. I picked up her chin with my left hand and kissed her lips. She brought up her right hand and put it on the back of my head to pull me harder to her. I dropped my right hand to her waist and slid toward her until I could feel her left breast against my chest. She let out a small moan and I opened my mouth and when my tongue touched her lips, she opened her mouth.

She was starting to lean back on the couch so I brought my left hand down from her chin to her right boob. She leaned back slightly, so my hand had more room. My impression of her coming down the stairs was correct, she wasn’t wearing anything under that t-shirt. With a couple of squeezes, I could feel her nipple harden. I let my hand slide down her right side and around to her back. I leaned on to her, now pressing both her breasts with my chest. My left hand went under her shirt and began to rub her back. As I did this, I began kissing her chin and down her neck. She threw her head back as I kissed down the front of her neck. My left hand had joined my right behind her back and under her shirt. I pressed her chest to mine, and then backed off and brought my hands around from her back to the front and straight to her boobs. This time she arched her back to give me a better feel. I kissed her hard on the mouth and then down her neck again. This time, I picked up her shirt with my right hand and began kissing and sucking on her left tit. She started stroking the back of my head with her hands. I switched to her right breast. Her nipples were dark, extended and hard. 

I started kissing from the nipple to the inside of her right breast. When I got to the valley between her breasts, I began to kiss up toward her neck. As I did this, I slid my hands to her sides and grabbing the t-shirt, lifted it up over her head. She raised her arms to allow me to remove it. I tossed it on the floor behind me and began massaging her breasts while I let my tongue play with hers.

I moved my left arm behind her head and with a little pressure, I had her lying down on the couch. I was mostly on her, but moved off her and onto my knees on the floor. I moved my head to her right breast and began sucking like a baby. My right hand was squeezing her left breast. I brought left hand up to her right breast and began squeezing it as I was sucking on it. She put her arms behind her head and was enjoying the attention she was getting. I moved my mouth from her right tit to the left one. I was still squeezing the right one with my hand. Now that I was sucking on her left one, I let my left hand slid down her trim abdomen and deftly slid my hand under the elastic top of her sweatpants. I moved my hand down and felt her pubic hairs. I expected to find her wearing underpanties, but she had nothing under the sweatpants. My hand went further down and she parted her legs slightly to allow me access to her mound. I let my hand pass over it and then pressed my palm into it. She was pressing back.

I left my hand pressing and rubbing her pussy, which was already moist. I sucked her tits a while longer, hoping she was enjoying it as much as I was. When I had my fill of her breasts, I began a trail of kisses down her abdomen. She was moaning and squirming as I moved down. I got to the top of her pants and brought my left hand up and my right hand down and grabbed the sides of her pants. I picked up my head and watched as I slid the pants down. She raised her hips to allow me to move them down. She kicked off her slippers and I moved the pants down her legs and off her feet. They joined the shirt on the floor behind me. 

I paused for a moment to take in the view of this beautiful woman before me. 

“My God, I never realized how beautiful you really are”, I said, without even thinking.

She smiled, and looking at me said, “And tonight, I’m all yours. I’ve wanted you for years, but could never figure out how to tell you.” 

“Then we will both enjoy tonight.” I said as I lifted her right ankle to my mouth and began kissing her ankle and up her leg. I bent her leg and when I got to her knee I began moving my kisses from the outside of her leg to the inside of her thigh. She moved her left leg up and moved her hips to the edge of the couch to afford me maximum room between her thighs. When I arrived at her pussy, I could smell her arousal, and I pressed my mouth hard on her pussy. I began licking from the bottom to the top of her slit. She was moaning and moving her hips as my tongue entered her. I licked her and tongue-fucked her. Her juices were flowing and beginning to drip down to her butt. I continued licking and moved up to her clit. I gave it a long lick and then began to suck on it. I brought up my hand and inserted two fingers into her sopping pussy. I felt her stiffen with her first orgasm. 

I let her recuperate a little and began licking and sucking her clit again. After a few strokes, I added a third finger inside her. Her butt was bouncing on the couch as I was ramming my hand in and out of her. I could barely keep my mouth on her as her hips went up and down. I jammed my hand in hard and deep and held it there. I felt her legs tighten around me, and she shuttered again. 

I backed off and looked at her. She was smiling. I took off my shirt and stood up and unbuckled my pants. I was slipping off my shoes as I moved my pants and under pants down. I hooked my socks and removed them with my pants. I knelt back down and moved my head up to hers. I kissed her forehead and kissed down her cheek and back to her mouth. She pulled my head with her left hand and with her right hand, she pushed on my hips to move me up and on to her. I followed her lead, and then once I was up and on her, I propped myself up on my straight arms and looked down at her. I looked down the length of her body to see her firm little breasts sitting atop her panting chest. I could see the top portion of her pubic hairs. I looked back up at her face. She was looking at me, and raised her arms, in an outstretched manor, and I lowered myself to her. I leaned my head in first, to kiss her on the mouth. As our tongues played with each other, I lowered my body slowly to hers. I dick found the opening of her moist pussy and with a little push, I poked the head inside her. I didn’t let anymore in for a second, then I pushed in another inch or so. She had been rubbing my back and now her hands moved down to my buttocks and she grabbed them and pulled them toward her hips, driving me inside her. I stayed there, motionless, enjoying the feeling of her tightness engulfing my dick. Then I began to move my hips. I pulled partially out and rammed it home again. I didn’t notice but she came again. I began moving with long strokes in and out of her. 

My head was now beside hers as I thrust into her. She was biting her bottom lip and moaning. I could feel the pressure inside me building as my tempo increased. She brought her knees back toward her chest and then locked her ankles around my hips. 

“Yes, oh God, Yes!” she exhaled in a throaty groan. 

I moved my hands to her breast and began squeezing them both, and pinching her nipples between my index finger and thumb. I was pounding her and then I drove it home as deep as I could. She pulled me in with her legs and as I pinched her nipples, I exploded inside her. She let out a muffled scream and tightened her legs around me as she climaxed with the biggest orgasm of the night, perhaps of her life. 

We relaxed and I laid on her, savoring what had just transpired. I propped myself up on one arm to lighten myself on her. She looked up and smiled. “Thank you. I’ve been looking forward to that for a very long time.”

“Why didn’t you even say anything before?” I asked.

“I don’t know”, she said, “I never figured you liked me. You always looked at me like I was queer or something.”

“Well, that’ll never happen again.” 

My Co-Worker Angel Ch. 01



Angel is the only one of my Co-Workers that I think I would have the slightest chance with. I say this because, her and I have such a good chemistry, and I know, under the right circumstances, I'd be able to fuck her.

I like Angel for a few reasons.

One of the reasons is because, although she is good looking, she isn't overly attractive, and is fairly low maintenance. Another reason is because she isn't a goodie two shoes, and you could actually hold an X- rated conversation with her, and she would converse right back.

I cannot recall how many times Angel and I engaged in sexual conversations when her and I worked together.

Angel is a good looking twenty three year old. She stands about five feet, five inches tall, and weighs between 130-135 pounds.

She isn't fat in any sense, but you can definitely tell that she has a little meat on her bones. 

More often then not, Angel's hair would be brown, but every now and then she would dye it blonde. I personally don't like her with blonde hair.

Her face is good looking, with kind of a bony nose, and she wears a pair of thin rimmed glasses. She has tits that are nice, and about the size of large oranges.

Many, Many times, Angel has worn loose fitting shirts under her work smock, and there have been many, many times where I would be able to see down her shirt, and see almost all of her tits.

If she would have turned a little more a certain way, I'm more then sure I would have been able to catch a glimpse of a nipple or two.

The good thing was that I wouldn't just look down her shirt and leave it at that. There were a number of times when, after looking down her shirt, I'd say to her in a sing-song voice.

"I can see your boobies."

Angel would just reply back with something along the lines of.

"Oh really?"

She would never try to cover up or anything, so I'm pretty sure she either liked me looking, or just plain didn't care.

Either way, I enjoyed the view.

Angel and I worked together for about two and a half years, but never really talked outside of work. Then, one night, her and I began chatting with each other on a social media website. We would chat nearly every night, for hours.

At first, our conversations consisted of nothing more then.

"How was work today?"

or

"What are you up to?"

But soon, our conversations began to turn sexual.

I'm sure most people feel this way, but I actually found it easier to say more to Angel over the internet then I ever could in person.

One night in particular, I actually admitted to Angel that I wanted to make her Cum.

She replied back with something that wasn't bad, yet wasn't in my favor either.

"LOL, that's "Zack's job." 

She said, referring to her boyfriend.

When Angel and I would talk online, we never actually said anything that would try and make each other horny or anything. We would just ask each other questions, and make comments back and forth.

I knew that she had to like me. Even if only a little.

After about two months of talking online, nearly every night, I told Angel that I wanted to make a fake picture of her, using a photo editing program.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

She told me.

She sent me a few pictures from her social media page to use, and I got started making fakes of her.

I made a picture of her with a man shooting a small amount of cum onto her loosely clenched lips, and I made one of her head surrounded by six or eight hard cocks, and she is smiling wide.

I sent her the pictures, and waited for her reply.

"Woah, I've never seen myself from that perspective before."

She told me. 

Other than that, she loved the pictures. However, she only had one request for me.

"I don't want to see any dicks in my pictures."

She told me.

I asked her what kind of pictures she wanted me to make of her, and she told me just to use my imagination.

She sent me a handful of pictures of her to use, and over the next few days, I worked on them.

One of the pictures she sent me was of her in a stores dressing room trying on clothes. She was wearing a pair of dark colored jeans, a black shirt with a gray sweater over top of it.

I didn't think there was going to be much I could do with the picture, but I worked my magic and made it work.

I had found a picture of a girl holding the front of her jeans, and her panties down, and exposing a plump bald Pussy.

I edited the girls arm, and pussy over Angel's picture, and the end result looked as if Angel was teasingly showing her Pussy.

I sent the picture to her a few days later, and waited for her reply.

"Oh god, Mine's prettier then that."

She said, referring to her Pussy.

When she said that, I was so tempted to tell her to prove it, but I couldn't work up the nerve to do so.

I was at work with Angel one day, and her and I got to talking about sexual topics. 

More often that not, Angel was the one that would actually bring the subject up.

On this day, I asked for her opinion to write an erotica story about her. She gave me her blessings, and when I got home from work that night, I began typing a story about her.

Two days later, I was working with Angel again, and I presented her with the story.

Every second she wasn't ringing out a customer, her nose was buried in my story.

It took Angel about twenty minutes to read my eight to ten page story, and when she was done, she walked over and handed it back to me, giving me a smile when she did.

"Well, what did you think?"

I ask her.

She told me that the story was, "OK"

When I asked her why she only thought it was "OK", she told me that there was a little too much talking, and she didn't like the ending.

Not long after that, Something "weird" happened between Angel and I.

Her and I were chatting as we've done for the last two months, and I asked her about something sexual. It wasn't anything out of the norm or what we'd normally talk about online, but it set her off.

She shot back at me, asking why every conversation had to be about sex, and she went off, saying shit about me personally. I seriously felt like crying.

She made me feel as small as an Ant, and even though I was talking to her on a computer, I sat there with my mouth open, almost in tears.

Maybe it was that time of the month or something, and she was having a particularly bad time, but what ever the problem was confused me.

It didn't take long before we were back to our old conversations. The only difference is that I would leave it up to Angel to bring up the dirty topics, and this time, the conversations were more in depth, and graphic then before.

Even when I'd just be trying to make casual conversation with Angel, I'd walk up to her and say.

"Hey, what's up."

And she would say something like.

"I got laid last night."

Of course I had to stick around and hear the details. 

It was then, that I found out that Angel having cum in her Pussy.

"That's the only place that stuff belongs."

She told me.

I couldn't believe that Angel told me that. I really want to cum all over Angel's face, and if I ever got the chance to fuck her, that is exactly where I'm going to cum.

Since Angel and I started talking with each other after work hours, she has become one of only four women to get me turned on so much that no matter what she was doing, or saying, I'd start oozing pre-cum.

Angel and I were only ever really alone one time, and that was in July of 2014. We had a mandatory store meeting and I needed a ride, and Angel said that she would pick me up.

When she came to get me on that summer day, as soon as I saw her, I was turned on. 

She was wearing a loose fitting white tank top, and a pair of black pants with thin pin stripes. Her tits looked good as always. When I got into her car, I really wanted to reach over and rub her Pussy, But, I am too much of a gentleman to do that.

For nearly the entire ride, my cock was rock hard, and it oozed what felt like a gallon of pre-cum.

To my dismay, Angel recently had a baby with her boyfriend, and my hopes of fucking her got further away.

One night, I was checking my messages on my social media page, and it said that I had a picture message from Angel.

It took a while for the picture message to load, and the whole time I waited, my heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation.

When the picture message finally loaded, it turned out to be nothing more then a picture of my work schedule, that I had forgotten I asked her to send.

A couple of days later, when I worked with Angel next. I told her that when I saw that I had a picture message from her, I got excited.

Her response made me laugh.

"I just had a baby, you don't want to see that."

She said.

I actually had a dream about Angel one night, which I of course shared with her, the next time I saw her.

In the dream, I am laying in a bed, and I don't know if I'm sick, or just really tired, but I see Angel grabbing my hand and trying to pull be out of bed. I am groaning and fighting with her.

Next thing I know, Angel is crawling into bed with me. As she crawls past me, I can see that she is wearing a pair of silky maroon panties. 

The dream "Skipped", and I see myself fucking Angel missionary style.

I watch my cock as it slides in and out of her plump, completely bald Pussy, and then all of a sudden, the dream ends.

I told Angel about the dream, and she says.

"Oh, don't worry, people have dreams about me like that all the time."

At one point, Angel and I got so comfortable with each other, we actually tried setting up a photo session where I'd have her pose for pictures.

Nothing bad really, I just told Angel that she should dress up like 1940's and 1950's pin-up models, and let me take pictures of her posing next to, and sitting in antique cars from those eras. Sadly, nothing came of those ideas.



My Co-Worker Angel Ch. 02



The following is the actual fantasy story that I wrote for, and shared with Angel one day when her and I were working together.

*****

In the fantasy, Angel and I are working together, and I ask her if she had any plans for after work. I tell her that I am house sitting for a friend of mine, and I had to stop by and check on the house.

At the end of the night, Angel and I walk out to my car, and before leaving for my friend's house, we stop by a drive through to grab a bite to eat along the way.

It doesn't take long to get out food, and then we head to my friend's house.

As we pull into the drive way, I see that one of the light bulbs on the outside of the garage is burned out. Angel and I walk into the house and we set our food bags on the kitchen table.

I walk down the hall way, just to the right of the front door, and into a small utility room to get a new light bulb. Then, I go into the garage to get a step ladder.

Angel follows me outside and watched as I change the bulb. When I am done, I put the step ladder back in the garage, and the two of us head back into the house. We grab our food from the kitchen table and head into the living room to watch a little T.V. while we eat. 

I pick up the remote and flip through the channels. I only flip a few channels when I come across an episode of HBO's "Real Sex"

"Ah, nice, have you ever watched this?"

I ask Angel.

"No, I don't have cable, remember?"

She replies.

This episode features a segment showing the manufacturing of both male and female sex toys. 

They show a muscular man standing naked in front of an older woman who is wearing a white lab coat, and a hair net. The older woman is mixing a pink gel substance into a large plastic cup. After a few minutes of mixing, the older woman shoves the cup of pink gel onto the muscular man's fully erect cock, and holds it.

Meanwhile, they show a very attractive blonde laying on a lounge, and another woman is mixing up a cup of the same pink gel. Then, the woman begins to spread the pink gel across the blonde's entire Pussy.

They then show a clear liquid being poured into the cup that had contained the muscular man's cock. After a quick montage showing the painting process, the camera shows the end result. A life like rubber cock, ready for packaging and shipping to your nearest adult novelty story.

They show another quick montage showing another painting process, and the end result is a life like rubber clone of the attractive blonde's Pussy.

By the time the segment ends, Angel and I are finished eating, and I start flipping through the channels again.

"Wow, that show kind of turned me on a little."

Angel says.

"Oh really?" 

I respond playfully.

I look over and see Angel touching herself through her pants.

"Would you like me to rectify that problem?"

I ask her suavely.

"Do you really think you can?"

Angel replies.

I reach my right hand over and slowly run it into Angel's pants. I feel her plump bald pussy with my fingers, and slowly massage her clit.

Angel slides down a little, and I pull her pants and underwear down. I slip a couple of fingers into her, before leaning down to start licking her Pussy.

Angel looks down at me and watches as I take long, slow laps at her pussy lips. She closes her eyes and begins to huff and sigh lightly in pleasure.

I finger her and lick her and her legs shudder slightly.

Angel spreads herself open, and I shove my fingers rapidly in and out of her.

While my face lays half buried in her Pussy, I look up and watch Angel. her lips quiver, and she huffs and sighs.

"I'm cumming!" 

Angel screams

She squirts a quick jet that flies past my head, and as she is squirting, the entire lower half of her body raises up from the couch.

I continue fingering her, and she grunts loudly as another quick burst flies by my head. I lean down to lick her Pussy again, but Angel pushes me away.

Her face grimaces, and she gently rubs herself. 

Angel raises up from the couch and kneels on the floor.

She pulls my cock from my pants, looks up at me, smiles seductively, and takes my cock into her mouth. Angel slides her mouth back and forth a few times, then she licks around the head. She looks up at me, smiles again, then takes my cock between her lips again.

Angel grips my throbbing cock in her hand while sliding her head back and forth. 

A minute later, Angel starts sliding her hand up and down the entire length of my throbbing hard cock. I put a hand on the top of her head, and help her slide it.

Angel sucks my cock for a few minutes, then she stands up. She pushes me onto the couch and wastes no time climbing atop of me. She slides my cock between her tight pink fat pussy lips and begins riding.

I look up at her and she looks down at me. Both of us sharing a silent, but well deserved moment of pleasure. Angel's lips are pulled tightly under her teeth, and she hums softly in pleasure. Only a moment later, she begins to increase speed.

I hold onto her thighs as she rides, and I thrust my pelvis up and down as fast and as hard as I can. Angel moans louder, and a moment later, she raises up and she rapidly pats her pussy. She begins squirting once again, her face focuses down at her pussy as she watches the small jet of pussy juice shoots against my cock and stomach.

When she is done squirting, I bend Angel over the arm of the couch, and begin fucking her doggy style. I reach up and squeeze Angel's large tits, and rub her hard nipples through my fingertips. 

Angel moans and hums in pleasure as I am fucking hr from behind. I do this for a few minutes before flipping her over onto her back.

Angel spreads her legs, and opens her Pussy. I grip my cock and wiggle the head into her and teasing her with it.

Seconds later, I shove my cock deep down into her and start fucking her hard and rapidly for a few minutes more, then I tell her to kneel back on the floor.

Angel takes my cock back into her mouth and as she sucks, she turns and twists her hand in a cork screw motion. She hums excitedly while she sucks and strokes me closer to cumming.

I push Angel's head back and forth and I feel myself growing closer and closer to letting loose.

I grab my cock from her, and I start stroking.

Seconds later, I shoot three huge streams of cum onto her face. The streams cover her face from her forehead, down to her chin, over the lens of her glasses, and over her lips. A couple of smaller streams land on her chin, and they slide down her neck onto her shirt.

After I finish cumming, I help Angel from the floor, and escort her into the bathroom. A few minutes later, Angel emerges from the bathroom, her face clear of my fluids, and she smiles.

She walks over and sits next to me on the couch, ans the two of us hang out for a few more house, before I drive her home.



My Co-Worker Ashley



My Co-Worker Ashley is a very, very beautiful twenty four year old blonde. She is smart, funny, independent and fun to work with. She is even more fun to joke around with.

Ashley is about five feet nine inches tall and weighs exactly one hundred fifteen pounds. She has a petite body with tits about the size of large apples.

Like with my Co-worker Angel, there were a few times when Ashley would wear a certain shirt and bend a certain way I'd be able to see almost all of her tits. Her aereolas seem to be kind of big and her nipples looked big too.

I would actually have the best time when I would work with Ashley. I would often make her laugh so hard that she'd snort. I'd make fun of her snorting and that would only make her laugh even harder.

I told Ashley one time that I was telling a friend about her. She wanted to know what I told him so I told her the truth. I told my friend that Ashley is such a natural beauty that I don't even think she wears make up or very little.

Ashley just laughed and told me that she wears make up nearly every day.

"If I didn't wear makeup you'd see little red spots on my face in different places."

She told me.

In that case, I've seen her with the little red spots on her face and to me she is still beautiful.

With the exception of a few times, Ashley never wore anything overly showy but the majority of the pants that she would wear were fairly tight.

They were just tight enough to show off her body but they weren't too tight on her.

She would wear at least three different pairs of pants to work throughout the week and each of them made her look good in a different way.

The one pair were tight navy blue ones that I'd say was the best looking on her. One night I was working with Ashley and she was wearing the navy blue pants. I had just finished waiting on a customer and I turned to say something to Ashley.

When I turned I saw her bending over the register counter writing something on a sheet of paper. She stayed like this for what seemed like a long time and for almost the entire time I stared at her.

The pants had tightened up around her nice little ass and into her pussy. The pants seemed to spread Ashley apart a little and I could actually see through her legs and look at the counter between them.

I kept having to look around to make sure that no one was watching me as I stared at Ashley but no one was around so I knew I'd be alright.

Ashley would also wear a pair of tight khaki pants with a thick black belt around them. These pants fit her differently than the blue ones. The Khaki pants didn't hug her ass as much as the navy blue ones but they were a little tighter in the crotch and actually gave her a hint of camel toe.

I actually thought about telling her that she shouldn't wear them for that reason but I knew that if I would've told her she would've been pissed that I was looking to even notice it.

The third pair of pants that she'd wear were a pair of tight black ones with a similar cut as the navy blue. These pants weren't really anything special but I liked to see her in them.

I was eating lunch one night when Ashley came into the break room on her way to the bathroom. I nodded my head just to knowledge her and she walked into the bathroom.

Right at that moment I had a quick vision in my head. In the vision, I'm sitting eating lunch and I watch Ashley walk past me on her way into the bathroom. I pay hardly any attention to her but then I hear her say my name. When I turn to see what she wants I see her pulling the front of her black pants down and showing me her tight little bald pussy.

That never actually happened. It would have been great if it did but it was just something my brain cooked up at that moment.

When it comes to dirty talk Ashley and I would have a few conversations here and there but she'd never really be into it.

I remember one day telling Ashley about my friend Jessie. Jessie told me one time that she wanted me to fuck her in a public place.

Ashley's response to that;

"Ew, I'm not into that."

Another time I was telling Ashley about how Jessie told me her and her boyfriend were fucking and when he came he pulled his cock out of her and accidentally shot Jessie in the eye with his cum.

"Why would she tell you that?"

Ashley asked.

I just told her that Jessie and I share everything.

There was another time when I was telling Ashley about how Jessie would looking for a spa where she could go for a good bikini waxing. 

Ashley's response to that kind of confused me.

"That's nasty to do that."

She said.

When she told me that I tried making sense of it.

'That's nasty to do that.' as is messy.

Or

'That's nasty to do that.' as is to shave or wax ones pussy.

Or even.

'That's nasty to do that.' as in letting someone you don't know to do it for you.

Ashley is a very beautiful girl as I mentioned so I couldn't imagine her not shaving or waxing her own pussy. It just wouldn't fit her.

When it comes to Ashley I would love to fuck her and fuck her hard. However, she is so pretty and nice that she should have sweet, sweet love made to her and not just fucked.

I really don't know Ashley outside of work so I cannot say what kind of personal shit she has going on but there were a lot of times when Ashley would seem really sad while at work.

Just like with my Co-Worker Katelynn who always seemed sad, I'd ask her if anything was bothering her or if she was feeling alright and Ashley would always say that she just had a headache or her back hurt.

I have two fantasies about Ashley but only one of them is sexual.

In the sexual fantasy Ashley and I are working until closing when she begins to complain about a sore back. I feel bad for her but don't know what to say or do for her.

I offer to go home with her and give her a back massage. I assure her that I would be nothing but a gentleman and that I intend on nothing else but to give her a massage.

At the end of the night I walk with Ashley out to her SUV and we make the quick trip to her house.

When we arrive at the house I follow Ashley into the back door and find myself standing in her kitchen and I see a long rectangular table in the center of the room.

Ashley sets her purse down on one of the counters by the back door before disappearing into a dark utility room just off from the kitchen.

she comes out a few minutes later with a thin white bed sheet wrapped around her body from the chest down.

"Avert your eyes for a moment."

Ashley tells me.

I turn away for a few seconds and when I look back I see Ashley lying face down on the kitchen table. 

She now has the sheet pulled down to her waist so I walk over standing next to the table and I start massaging her back. I start from her neck and then to her shoulders before slowly moving my hands down to her lower back and working them back up to her shoulders and neck.

I hear Ashley moaning softly as my hands loses the sore muscles of her back, shoulders and neck.

I move my hands up and down and down and up many times before I begin lightly digging my knuckles into the flesh of her back. I feel Ashley's body tightening up from the pleasure of the massage and realize that I'm doing a great job.

I push my knuckles into her from her lower back up to her neck and back down.

After doing that a few times I move over and stand on Ashley's left side. Just then I can see that her left tit is exposed and hanging slightly over the table side.

"Uh, your showing a bit over here."

I tell her.

"Yeah, so what?"

She says.

"You don't like seeing a woman's boob?"

She continues.

"Of course, but I'm trying to be professional but, it's kind of hard."

I tell Ashley.

"Oh I'm sure it is."

Ashley jokes.

Suddenly Ashley rolls over onto her back and the sheet falls open exposing her tight thin athletic body.

She smiles and opens her legs to expose her tight looking completely bald pussy.

Ashley wags her finger in a 'Come here.' motion.

I pull one of the chairs out from under the table and I sit in it at the foot of the table. I lower my head between her legs and slide my tongue up each side of her pussy and back down.

I lick her inner thighs for a moment and immediately I hear Ashley letting out a series of pleasurable sighs.

I slip a finger into her and Ashley rears up slightly. I listen to her as she begins huffing and moaning and I continue to finger and lick her.

She laughs a little and hold onto my left forearm as I finger her with the fingers of my left hand.

With my right hand I spread her pussy open a little and slide my tongue up and down the inside of her lips. Ashley laughs again and short huffs come out of her mouth in a series of threes.

She pushes my face into her and begins demanding that I suck her pussy lips.

"Lick it again!"

Ashley demands.

My tongue probes deep in her tight pussy and she starts moaning louder. Ashley's body quakes and huffs and moans constantly.

I finger her rapidly and my tongue continuously slides over every inch of her beautiful pussy.

She moans and screams loud and before I know it she begins to squirt.

She sprays three quick streams which just barely miss hitting my face and she screams in pleasures as every streams flies. 

A little more of her pussy juice falls onto the table top leaving clear little pool between her legs.

I try to lick Ashley's pussy again but before my tongue can even touch her she stops me.

"No, no no, no more."

Ashley laughs.

An exhausted breath flows from her body and her legs continue to shake.

Ashley lays on the table for a few moments to compose herself then she grabs me by my arm. 

Without getting up Ashley directs me to the table side and dangles her head off the side. Upside down Ashley opens my pants and pulls my rock hard cock from my fly. She takes it in her mouth and starts sucking me. 

Her beautiful mouth slides slowly back and forth favoring the head more than anything else. She reaches under my cock and gently rubs and squeezes my balls.

While she is sucking my cock, I reach over to play with Ashley's pussy. She hums loudly and the vibrations of her hums travel the entire length of my cock making me feel great.

My finger tips are soaking we from even more pussy juice that continuously drips from Ashley's pussy.

I suck it from my fingers and continue playing with her. A few minutes later I start rubbing and massaging Ashley's perky little tits pinching and flicking her nipples.

I feel myself wanting to cum quick but I know that I still have a while longer to go.

Ashley stops sucking me for a minute and I lean over to lick and suck on her nipples. Her body jumps with pleasure and she laughs and sighs.

Ashley grabs for my cock again and takes it back into her mouth once again. Still upside down she strokes and suck my throbbing hard cock and I feel that in another few minutes I'll be cumming.

Ashley continuously hums with joy as she sucks and strokes my cock and that only draws me closer to letting loose.

A few minutes later I pull my cock from Ashley's mouth with the intention of cumming on her chest and tits but as soon as it leaves her mouth I'm already cumming.

I cum on Ashley's forehead, in both of her eyes and onto both of her cheeks.

The entire time I'm cumming Ashley laughs hysterically.

"Oh fuck, blast!"

She says laughing so hard her entire body shakes.

When I finish cumming Ashley sits up and sits with her legs hanging off the end of the table.

I look at her and see both of her eyes are bright red due to irritation from my cum.

Ashley laughs hysterically again and I help her down from the table top. She walks into the utility room again this time turning on the light inside and I hear water running.

I sit exhausted in one of the kitchen chairs and wait for Ashley to return.

When she comes back out she is fully dressed, her face clear of my cum and she walks over to her purse sitting on the counter.

She reaches in and pulls out a small bottle of eye drops and squirts a few into her still bright red eyes. she blinks a few times and repeats.

"Do they look alright?"

Ashley asks as she moves her eyes from side to side.

"Well, they're still a little red."

I tell her.

"Can you see?"

I ask.

"Oh yeah I see fine."

Ashley replies.

"Come on I'll run you home 'cause I work the morning shift tomorrow."

Ashley tells me.

Ashley locks up her house and she drive me to my house. We sit in my drive way and talk for about a half hour before she thanks me for the massage.

"Oh it was my pleasure."

I tell her.

She gives me a look, but laughs hard again.

I get out of her SUV and watch as she backs out of the dark drive way and I wait until she's on the road before heading in to bed.



My Co-Worker Carly



Carly was another one of my buddies. I hardly ever worked directly with her since she always worked in a different part of the store, but that never stopped me from always talking to her and joking around with her when I went on break.

I'd walk over either on my way to or on my way from break to spend a few minutes talking to Carly.

I don't remember one time when I didn't make her laugh.

Carly is a cutie. She is an attractive twenty one year old with long brown hair. She is about five feet six inches tall and weighs about one hundred eight pounds.

You can never tell by what she wears but Carly actually has a nice set of tits which are about the size of large apples.

She has a really nice ass that actually looks smaller then it is. Once she takes off her smock, her ass becomes very noticeable.

When it comes to sexual topics, they would come up every now and then, but, like with Katelynn, they'd always be in story form.

There was one night however when the topic of eating pussy came up between myself and another Co-Worker named Hannah. I didn't like Hannah in any way, but somehow we got to talking about eating Pussy.

Hannah asked me why guys like doing that so much. I told her that I couldn't speak for every guy, but I did tell her at least what I got out of doing that, the couple of times that I have.

Just then, Carly comes walking toward us, so I waved her over.

Hannah repeated the question to Carly.

"Why do guys like eating girls out?"

She asked her.

I couldn't wait for Carly's reply but when it came I was less then happy with it.

"I don't know." "I don't know why guys like that so much, I really don't see the point."

Carly said.

The way she was saying that sounded like she didn't like having her pussy eaten.

All I could think about was that either Carly's Pussy isn't that sensitive or her boyfriend isn't doing something right.

I know that given the chance, I'd eat Carly's Pussy and I would make her scream.

I don't have any actual fantasies about Carly, but I have had a couple of dreams about her when I was sleeping.

In my one dream, I'm sitting in a chair minding my own business when I feel a pair of arms lovingly reach around my neck. Then I feel a tongue licking and probing my left ear. I actually see the rest of the dream in the third person and I see Carly smiling as her tongue probes my ear.

The dream was kind of strange simply for the fact that I really, really love my ears licked and sucked. When I awoke after the dream, I had the feeling that what happened in the dream actually happened. I woke up smiling, and looking around the room to see if Carly might have actually been there.

The second dream I had about her was much better, but very different.

In this dream I find myself violently finger fucking a girl's pussy. I bend down and lick her pussy for a few seconds then continue to dig deeply into her.

I have my fingers in her so deep and I'm digging into her so violently it was almost as if there was a live grenade that had only seconds before exploding, and I'm desperately trying to get it out of her.

The girl is in so much pleasure the entire lower half of her body constantly rears up from the chair she is sitting in.

I realize then that the girl I am fingering is Carly.

I was so tempted to tell Carly about the dream the next time I worked with her, but the relationship her and I had wasn't like it was with some of my other Co-Workers. I don't think it would have went over well with her so I kept it to myself.

I did on the other hand tell my Co-Worker Angel, and another Co-Worker named Vanessa. 

Both of them thought that it was funny that I would have had a dream like that about Carly.

I wasn't used to seeing Carly in "Civilian" clothes, but there were a few times when I have.

She'd often weak a pair of tight jeans that made her ass look awesome, and her crotch look tight.

Carly was another one of the girls I invited on a trip to California once I get my 1958 Plymouth restored, but she is also one of the girls that I put some doubt on to actually go.



My Co-Worker Emily



Emily was my buddy and one of my most favorite co-workers. Every time Emily and I would work together I'd spend nearly the entire shift joking around with her, making her laugh, and sometimes, Embarrassing her.

I loved every minute of it and for the most part, So did she.

Emily was such a cutie. She was just eighteen when she was hired on. She is a fairly short girl with a thin but kind of stumpy body. Her face is a little chubby but cute like a doll's face.

Her tits were kind of on the medium side, but they were nice. I'd say that Emily weighed in at about One Hundred Twenty five to One Hundred Thirty pounds. If I made her laugh a little too much when I'd joke around with her, her cute little face would turn bright red for a long time.

Emily and I hit it off fairly quickly after she was hired on. I remember the first time her and I ever worked together. A few other girls had been hired on that week and I walked over to the register where Emily was working and I simply said:

"Which one are you?"

As soon as we started talking that day we didn't stop for the rest of the night.

I don't know why, but within only a week or so of meeting her, Emily asked me if I wanted her phone number.

"If you'd want me to have it, I'll take it."

I told her.

When I said that however, Emily had this look on her face like she was even sorry that she asked me if I wanted her number. She did end up giving it to me after all. Even still I only texted her on a few occasions, and called her once.

One night while Emily and I were working together she asked me to do something that made me feel good. It wasn't anything sexual or anything like that, but it was something that no one outside of my family ever asked me to do.

She asked me to scratch her back for her.

She turned around and said:

"Scratch my back for me."

I scratched her back and I felt great for doing it. I didn't feel good in a sexual way, it was the fact that a girl I knew was letting me touch her even in such a stupid way.

It didn't take too long before our conversations would turn to sexual topics. However, they wouldn't be about anything specific. 

One night, Emily and I were talking and she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I started telling her about my childhood friend Jessie who is the closest thing to a girlfriend I've ever had. I told Emily that Jessie is the only girl I know personally who admitted that she wanted me to fuck her. 

I also told Emily about how, in the Summer of 2010, I went to visit Jessie and I ended up eating her Pussy. 

"You didn't finger her?"

Emily asked.

I told her that I did, and asked why I wouldn't have when eating fingering a girl and eating pussy usually go together.

Emily asked me about the details, and I told her that it was kind of a two on one thing with her and her husband.

"That's nasty!"

Emily yelled at me.

I assured her that I didn't do anything with Jessie's husband, and he didn't do anything to me.

Emily wanted to know more so I told her every little detail. I tried to win a little sympathy from Emily by telling her that Jessie didn't even let me cum.

I quickly learned that Emily was a bit of a story teller. Apparently, Emily would tell other co-workers stories that she never told me. My other co-workers told me that the stories Emily told sounded a bit too bogus that they couldn't be true.

I kind of thought that what they were telling me was bullshit, but I soon realized that they may have been telling me the truth.

Every week or so, Emily would tell me that she broke up with her boyfriend. She's never really seem all that broken up about it when she would tell me that so I started not believing it.

She's tell me that her and her boyfriend broke up, and a day or two later, I'd see Emily in the store with him. I'm sure that maybe they might have had a little argument or something, but as far as breaking up all the time, I doubted it.

My one other co-worker Katelynn and I were talking about how Emily always says that her and her boyfriend broke up, and we decided that it was probably their way to keep things interesting in their relationship.

One night, Emily told me that she needed my advice on something. She tells me about how the night before, her and her boyfriend were having sex and she thinks that maybe he came inside her.

"Plus all of the pre-cum too."

She told me.

She told me about how worried she was about being pregnant. The entire time she was telling me this, she was smirking and smiling. I even questioned her on why she was smiling and she told me that she was happy because she wanted a baby, but she was still too young to have one.

I wondered if the story she was telling me was true or not.

In October or 2014, Emily attended my Birthday party, along with a handful of other co-workers.

I had told everyone that I invited to the party that it was a costume optional party. Emily and I were the only ones who had dressed up. Emily was dressed as a sexy cop, and she looked great.

The sexy cop outfit has a short skirt, but she had worn a pair or black leggings under the skirt. It was whatever she had on under the costume shirt that made her look great. She must have had one some kind of push-up bra, because her normally medium sized tits were almost triple the size as they usually were.

Emily was one of a handful of girls that I invited to go on a trip to California once I finish restoring the 1958 Plymouth Belvedere I'm currently working on. She told me that she wanted to go, and she gave the same speech every teenager gives about wanting to leave her hometown.

If the trip ever really happened, I think Emily would be the only one of the five girls that I invited that I'd potentially be able to fuck.

As much as I like Emily, I really don't have a fantasy about her. I do however have my opinions, and I always use my imagination.

To look at Emily in her normal street clothes, I can tell that she has one of those plump fat pussies. I think that it may be either completely shaved, or just a little patch of hair.

The way Emily's personality is, I think she may be a little bit of a squirter, and that she probably likes the man to be in control.

I like Emily a lot, and I would love to be with a girl like her. However, for some reason, she is one of only a few girls who I'd love to treat like a whore during sex. I have no animosity toward Emily, She never talked shit about me. (that I know of) and she doesn't owe me money, like some of the other girls I know. But...

I would love to throat fuck her and listen to her gag and hack while I do it, and when I'm done doing that, I would cum all over her face.



My Co-Worker Katelynn



Katelynn is one of my most favorite Co-Workers. She is such a beautiful young woman who has the looks of an angel.

Katelynn is a pencil thin blonde nineteen year old with a soft timid voice that is barely audible.

I don't think she weighs any less then ninety eight pounds, but definitely no more than one hundred one pounds. She is so timid and frail looking, one might feel they'd break her just by looking at her. 

She is rail thin, and only has a small pair of mosquito bite sized tits.

When you talk to Katelynn you almost have to strain to hear her because her voice is so soft.

As with most of my Co-Workers, Every time Katelynn and I worked together I'd always mess around with her. I'd throw pieces of paper at her, point up to the ceiling and make her look at something that isn't there, and tell her jokes all the time.

In general, I was always flirting with her.

I don't think I'd ever have a chance in the world with her but I can say this.

Every time I would work with her and we'd be standing face to face talking to each other, I'd always see her eyes moving down to my crotch and quickly back up again as if she were 'sizing me up.'

I don't really know if that was what she was looking at, but there is nothing else that she could have been looking at.

It took me a long time to feel comfortable enough to talk dirty with Katelynn, and even after I started it was more like I was telling her a dirty story rather than directing anything toward her.

I knew that Katelynn was a church going girl, but I also knew that she wasn't completely innocent either. She told me about how her boyfriend worked at an adult video and novelty store, and she told me about how she'd go there and see him while he was working.

She never told me if her boyfriend ever bought her anything from there, but I know that if she was my girlfriend, and I worked there, I'd buy her something.

I recently told Katelynn about something that happened to me one day while I was at work.

There was two women in my line. The one woman I've seen in the store on a few occasions but she wasn't one of our regulars. The woman with her I assumed was her friend.

As they were in my line, I heard the Friend say something along the lines of;

"Maybe he'll die of AIDS, and you won't have to worry about him anymore."

The woman I knew looked up at me and said;

"Don't worry, we don't normally talk bad about people, but I just found out that my Husband is a sex addict, and belongs to a swingers club."

Not only did I hear that, but other customers and Co-Workers heard her say it too.

When I told Katelynn about what happened a few days later, she proceeded to tell me a story of her own.

She told me about how she was visiting her boyfriend at the adult store when one of the store's regulars came in. 

Katelynn told me that the customer told her and her boyfriend that he was hosting a swingers party and invited her and her boyfriend. 

She told the guy that they weren't interested and the guy simply went about his business.

I would always check Katelynn out while I worked with her. She was too beautiful not to.

She would always wear tight pants to work but more often than not the smock she'd wear always covered everything up.

One night in the fall of 2013, I was walking with all of my other Co-workers to the front of the store after closing. My manager and Katelynn were behind me at first, but Katelynn squeezed by me and I immediately became turned on.

She was wearing a very tight pair of black yoga pants with hot pink stripes down the center of each leg. Her little ass looked so fucking good that I literally had to put my hands in my coat pockets to prevent myself from reach out and squeezing it.

Her ass was so fucking nice looking, my hands grew a mind of their own, but my real mind knew to do the right thing.

Another day, Katelynn was off, but her, her boyfriend and one of his friends came into the store. I was working my the register that I'd normally work at when I saw them come in.

The three of them walked up the isle way closest to the door and about two or three minutes later they come walking back. As Katelynn neared I secretly check her out as I would normally.

My line was empty so the three of them walked through my register lane on their way to the door. 

Katelynn stood in front of me and prepared to say something. Just then, I watch her boyfriend kind of grab Katelynn by the arm and push her behind himself as to prevent me from seeing or talking to her.

Her boyfriend said something to me that I didn't make out and the three of them walked out of the store.

I didn't like the way he grabbed her and for hours after I had wondered to myself if I should have done something about it, but I didn't.

The next time I worked with Katelynn a couple of days later, I thought about asking her about it, but I didn't want to start anything.

Katelynn always seemed kind of sad and I always asked her if anything was wrong but she'd always say that she either had a head ache or that she was tired. I wondered if maybe her boyfriend was abusing her.

I only have one erotic story about Katelynn, but it doesn't even really have a beginning or and ending. It just starts and stops abruptly.

It's actually kind of just a vision that came to me once.

In the vision, I see myself sitting with Katelynn in her car in the parking lot of the store where we both work. I see that Katelynn and I are both masturbating.

I have my cock pulled all the way out and I am stroking wildly with my left hand.

Katelynn has her right hand slid down inside the tight black yoga pants with the pink stripes on the legs, and she too is wildly rubbing herself. We're both moaning as we're bringing ourselves closer to orgasm.

Katelynnn screams louder and louder as she draws herself closer to cumming.

Seconds later, Katelynn pulls down the front of her pants exposing to me her tight little bald pussy. I rear up and turn my body onto the left side. Using my right hand I stroke myself quicker and quicker then I begin to cum.

I shoot all over Katelynn's little pussy and she massages it in.

The vision ends there.

Katelynn is pretty enough that she could easily be some kind of model and I actually suggested that to her once but she didn't seem interested. 

I like Katelynn a lot, but I find it hard to actually think about fucking her because she is so pretty. 

If I could compare Katelynn's looks to a celebrity, I'd say she's an exact replica of the Actress Peyton List from the T.V. show Jessie.



MY Co-Worker Melissa



Melissa was one of the most attractive Girls I've met in person, and I got to work with her for about six months. 

She was a tall, petite twenty year old with very long brown hair. Her looks could be likened to the actress Victoria Justice in some ways.

Melissa's face was beautiful, and she had a beautiful pair of wide blue eyes.

I'd say that Melissa weighed in at about one hundred two pounds, very petite, and she had a nice pair of barely noticeable tits.

Melissa and I clicked fairly quickly, and just like with all my other co-workers. I'd spend nearly the entire shift talking to her.

I flirted with her a lot, but I could tell right away that she wasn't interested.

One day while I was working with her. Melissa was standing at her register, and she had her one leg resting up on the bag holder. When she did that. The already tight khaki pants that she had on tightened up even more around her crotch, and made it look good. I got so damned turned on at seeing that, I had to look, but I tried not to make it obvious.

Another day when I was working. I was in the middle of ringing out a customer when I heard a female voice behind me say;

"See you later."

I could tell that it was directed at me, but I didn't know who it was that said it.

I turned around to see Melissa standing just in the threshold of the door looking at me. She wasn't working that day, so I assumed she had come in to check her schedule. 

She smiled and waved at me and I watched her walk out the door. She was wearing a tie dyed t-shirt, and a very, very tight pair of jeans that made her ass look great. I was actually kind of shocked that she'd wear a pair of jeans that tight.

Later that night, I send Melissa a message on social media to tell her how good looking I thought she looked earlier in the day. I didn't mention anything about how nice I thought her ass looked, I just complimented her in a gentlemanly manner.

When she messaged me back, she laughed and thanked me for my compliment, and that was about it.

No matter how much I complimented her on other occasions, I still knew that I had no way in.

I know this isn't true, but it seemed as if I worked with Melissa more in the six months she was employed with the store, then I did with some of the other co-workers, in the four years I'd been employed there. Melissa ended up quitting due to the conniving and snake-like personality of one of our other co-workers.

I really liked Melissa, but the only thing I did not like about her is the fact that she is super religious. That is the reason I was so shocked that she would wear the jeans I had seen her in.

She would never preach at you, or recite bible passages, or anything like that. At least not in person. She would however post them on her social media page on a nightly basis.

Melissa had the tendency to use the word "Whore" sparingly, which kind of pissed me off. 

We'd be working together, and I'd get Melissa's attention to look at a customer I liked. When the customer left, I'd ask Melissa what she thought about the woman.

Melissa would always say something like:

"She dresses like a whore."

Melissa didn't wear anything much different then what the customer had on. Especially when she'd be in her "Street clothes"

I've chatted with Melissa on social media on a number of occasions, and although it was fun, our conversations never even reached a PG-13 rating.

Other than that, I really didn't know Melissa outside of work, so I can't actually say what her personality would be, but if she is anything like every other super religious people that I know, her and I more than likely would not get along.

I've known over a dozen people personally who would devote more time to their religion then they would their friends, and I think that is exactly how Melissa is. 

I didn't actually ask Melissa out, but I did ask her to dinner. Just as friends. Of course, she refused.

The reason being that I am twelve years older than her, and;

"People may talk."

As Melissa said.

I was actually kind of pissed at her for saying that, because she is of legal age, but she acted as if I were pursuing someone who wasn't legal age.

I only have one fantasy about Melissa, and although it is sexual in nature, it doesn't have to do with me fucking her.

In the fantasy, Melissa call me and asks to meet with me. She tells me that she needs my help with something. I ask her if anything was the matter, but she assures me there is nothing wrong, and just wants my help with something.

I tell her to give me an hour, and I'd meet her at a local sandwich shop. I jump in the shower, and a little while later, I meet with Melissa.

Upon getting to the sandwich shop, Melissa and I sit at a table in the back of the shop and we spend a little time bullshitting. I ask her what the reason is that she wanted to meet with me, and what she needed my help with.

Melissa takes a deep breath and lets it out.

She tells me that although she is religious, she wanted my help to get her into doing porn.

She tells me that she really doesn't know the first step to getting into s business like that, but figured I might.

I tell her that the first thing to do would be to search on the internet for adult talent agencies to submit an application to. Melissa pulls out her tablet and does an online search for a few adult talent agents, and looks over the application.

I sit with her as she fills in all her information into the application, and at the end of the application process is a semi detailed list of sex acts a performer can choose to do on camera.

She browses through the hundreds of sex acts, and doesn't check very many of them. Only about ten of the hundreds of choices. 

She chooses a few things such as group blow jobs, one male on one female, facial cum shots, and a few others.

"What's this one here?"

Melissa asks.

She holds the tablet toward me so I can look at the screen, and she tries pronouncing the word.

"Beau-kack, beau- ka..."

"It's called, bukkake." 

I tell her with a slight laugh.

"Well, what is that?"

Melissa asks.

"Well, that's when a woman lets upward of fifty guys jerk their cum onto her face."

I tell her.

"Ew, I won't be doing that."

Melissa says firmly, but with a slight smile.

"One or two is fine, but fifty?" she continues.

After going through the list of sex acts, I tell her that the next step in the process would to take pictures and submit them to the talent agency.

Melissa asks me for my help with taking the pictures, and I tell her I would help her, and I had the perfect place to take them.

Melissa and I leave the sandwich shop, and make a pit stop to buy a few new SD cards for my camera.

After getting the SD cards, Melissa and I make the short trip to a friend of mines house.

My friend is the owner of a small collection of antique cars, and they would make a great back drop for Melissa's audition pictures.

When we get there, we get out of my car, and I start giving Melissa instructions. I tell her to stand in front of my antique car first. Melissa puts her hands back onto the hood, and she leans back a little.

She smiles at me, and I pour on a short series of pictures. I then tell Melissa to turn around and bend slightly over the hood, and look over her shoulder at the camera.

She steps back from the car a bit, then she rests her forearms on the hood of the car. She pushes her small, but very nice looking ass out and turns to look over her shoulder at the camera. I shoot another short series of pictures. 

The instructions on the website explaining the photo submission portion of the application stated that the first few pictures should be of the potential model fully clothed.

After that, I tell Melissa to undo the button and zipper of her tight shorts, and to open the flaps, and expose her underwear. Melissa lifts up the front of her light blue tank top, and exposes her tight, toned belly, then I watch as she unzips and unbuttons her shorts.

Melissa throws open the flaps of her shorts and reveals a pair of light blue panties that match the tank top she is wearing.

"Ok, now, slide the tips of your fingers just into the waist band of your panties, and lean back against the fender of my car."

I instruct her.

Melissa takes a seductive pose against the driver's fender of my car, and she teasingly slides the tips of her fingers into the waist band of her panties.

I lay on another quick series of pictures, as Melissa stands smiling at the camera.

"Ok, now we gotta get naked."

I tell her.

"I mean not 'we' I mean, you."

I say jokingly.

Melissa removes her tank top first, and poses for a moment completely topless. Her small but very nice tits stick out like two peaches from her chest. She smiles with an almost embarrassed look on her face, but calmly stands as I pour on another series of pictures. 

Following that, Melissa fully disrobes, and bends over the fender of one of my friend's cars.

She sticks her petite frame out away from the fender, only leaving her forearms on the fenders, and I snap a full series of pictures of her ass and tight looking Pussy.

I then grab a blanket from the trunk of my car and spread it out on the hood of my friend's 1957 Plymouth. Melissa slowly and easily climbs atop the hood, lays on her back and spreads her legs.

It is then that I notice Melissa thin and nicely cropped patch of Pussy hair. At first she just poses with her legs spread, then she slides a couple of fingers down onto her pussy lips and pulls them apart.

"Damn girl!"

I shout excitedly.

Melissa just rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but allows me to take a few more pictures of her.

When I felt that we had enough pictures, I tell Melissa to get dressed, and I had the SD card containing her audition pictures, so she could submit them to the talent agencies.



My Co-Worker Rebecca



Rebecca was a little thicker then all of the other girls that I worked with that I liked but she was a cutie none the less.

She was twenty four years old. She was about five feet nine inches tall and she weighed about one hundred forty pounds.

She had a chubby yet cute face with a little nose and she had a cute smile and she had brown straight shoulder length hair.

Rebecca's tits were huge, about the size of large cantaloupes and she always showed them off by opting to wear a tight navy blue polo shirt rather than the usual navy blue smock many of the other girls would wear.

More often than not Rebecca would wear a pair of really tight black denim pants. They were just a bit too tight for her build but she actually made them work.

Sometimes I'd catch Rebecca bending over when she'd be helping a customer and when she did that I had no other choice but to look, and look as long as I could.

She wouldn't just bend over either she would kind of shove her ass way out as if she was waiting for someone to just come by and mount her.

On many occasions Rebecca and I engaged in sexual conversations. She'd never really talk about herself when we'd have them, but a couple of times she did.

One time, Rebecca dyed her hair and one of her male friends made a comment about her newly dyed hair. She told me how the guy made a comment saying;

"You dyed the hair on your head, did you dye it anywhere else?"

Rebecca told me what her reply to her friend was.

"I would need to have something there in order to dye it."

She told him.

Basically Rebecca admitted to me that she has a bald pussy and I didn't even need to ask.

Another night, Rebecca was telling me a story about how she was giving someone a hand job. When she finished telling me the story I began jokingly whooping and howling.

Next thing I knew Rebecca said something like;

"Don't worry, it wouldn't be you I'd give the hand job to."

When she said that I was really hurt and nearly wanted to cry. I was always nice to Rebecca and to all my co-workers in general so for her to say something like that was uncalled for. She did end up apologizing, but that wasn't until a couple of days after.

It was after that when the first and only fantasy about Rebecca came about.

In the fantasy, I go into the store on my day off and I walk over and talk to Rebecca for a few minutes. She tells me that she's just getting ready to go on break and wanted me to hang out with her.

While I wait for Rebecca I walk around the store saying 'hello' to some of the other people that I work with. About ten minutes later I hear Rebecca's voice come over the intercom calling me to the front of the store.

I walk to the front of the store and meet Rebecca and I walk with her out to her car. We get into the back seat of the station wagon she drove every day and the two of us light up a cigarette.

She apologizes again for telling me she wouldn't be giving me a hand job and tells me that she wants to make up for it.

I laugh and tell her that I'm over the whole thing and that she didn't have to do anything.

Next thing I know, Rebecca reaches for my zipper and undoes it. She reaches inside and pulls out my cock and starts stroking.

In her right hand she hold her cigarette and in her left she strokes my now rock hard cock. She reaches over her shoulder and flicks the ashes of her cigarette out of the slightly open back window.

A few minutes later she raises her hand to her mouth and she spits into it before wrapping it around my cock again.

She strokes it quickly and forcefully.

"I hope you can cum before I gotta go back inside."

Rebecca says.

She strokes my cock and I feel myself nearly ready to cum.

"I wanna do it on your face."

I tell Rebecca.

"How are we gonna do that?"

She asks, tossing the cigarette out of the window.

I tell her to lay back on the seat and she does.

I hunch myself over with in the tight confines of her station wagon and I straddle her chest.

Rebecca rests her head on the arm rest of the back passenger side door and she continues to stroke my cock rapidly. I look down at her and see that her eyes are moving up and down looking at the night sky above her car as if she isn't paying attention to what is going on.

I grab my cock from her hand and start jerking it myself. 

I begin cumming, shooting two thick streams in to both of her eyes, a third thick stream hits her lips and another lands on her forehead and stretches down onto the bridge of her nose. 

Rebecca keeps her eyes wide open, the pools of cum in her eyes jiggle with every movement of her eyeballs.

After I finish cumming Rebecca sits up. My cum slides from her eyes down over her cheeks down onto her jaws and it drips onto her chest.

She reaches around the interior of the car and finds a dirty T-shirt which she uses to wipe the cum from her face.

When she finishes cleaning her face, I walk with her back into the store.

Once we get into the bright lights I see some of my cum on her shirt.

"Make sure you clean that off before going back to work."

I tell Rebecca.

"h don't worry I will."

She tells me.

She walks into the back of the store and I stay up front talking to a couple of other co-workers.

When Rebecca comes back up a few minutes later I see five dark spots on the chest of her shirt where my cum was.



My Co-Worker Sandi



Sandi is one of my co-workers but is also one of the many attractive older women that I come in contact nearly every day while I'm working.

She is maybe 47 or 48 years old and although she isn't super-hot she is an attractive woman.

She is about five feet 8 inches tall and weighs maybe 140 pounds. She has a short feathery blonde 'pixie' style hair cut blue eyes thick pink lips and her face is attractive. Sandi's tits are massive, maybe about the size of small watermelons. 

I've worked with Sandi for four years but it wasn't until recently that I started to find her attractive. I'm pretty sure the reason behind that is because I've been working with her a lot more in the last year than I had prior. 

More often than not Sandi and I would just talk about movies and various T.V. shows because both of her sons were going to school to learn to be film makers. We'd hardly ever talk about sex or sexual topics but there have been many times when a woman I liked would come into the store and Sandi and another co-worker would start teasing me about it. It was all in fun and I knew so I didn't take any of it to heart.

Every time I'd stand there talking to Sandi and she wouldn't be completely focused on me I'd take the chance and scan her body a few times. Under her blue work smock she'd always wear a tight T-shirt or a tight sweater in the winter and she'd hardly ever have her smock buttoned up. Her massive tits seemed to want to break out of her shirt every time. Some of the T-shirts she'd wear were fairly low cut but not enough to see any clevege. What they did show was that Sandi had the typical older lady skin. A reddish color with freckles and sun spots.

Many times Sandi would wear pants that were a little too tight for her body. They weren't 'slutty' tight, but since she isn't exactly a thin woman they were a bit too tight for her. In a few of those pants Sandi would always show a bit of cameltoe which I would glance down at every now and then when I'd get a chance.

In my one and only fantasy about Sandi I am at her house for a party and we're running low on refreshment so she asks me if I want to take a ride with her to get more. I agree and I walk with Sandi out to her car. We drive to the store where we work and I grab a shopping cart and head over to the soda aisle to grab some two liter bottles of soda. Sandi walks a few aisles over to grab a few more bags of chips, pretzels and popcorn and then her and I meet at the front of the store.

We're in and out of the store in about seven or eight minutes and we start the short ride back to her house. On the way Sandi tells me that she has kind of a strange question for me and proceeds to ask if I've ever heard that a man's sperm is healthy for a woman's skin. I answer her with an honest answer telling her that I've heard about that for almost my entire adulthood but still have yet to find out the truth. I tell her about something I'd heard a few years before about how some women's skincare products actually utilize a man's foreskin in their creams. 

Just then I realize that we are driving in the opposite direction of Sandi's house.

"I wanna try something."

Sandi says.

"I would like for you to cum on my face and chest to see if it does any good."

She continues.

"Why... why wouldn't you get your husband to do that for you?"

I ask her.

"I mean I don't have a problem doing that, but I'm just..."

"My husband wouldn't do that for me if I begged him to."

Sandi fires back.

"Oh, Oh ok." 

I respond with a bit of confusion.

"So would you do that for me?"

Sandi asks.

"Yeah, I don't have a problem with it but I hope you realize that you just can't have the man's cum shot on you, you have to rub it in and let your skin soak it up."

I tell her.

"Well ya know, I don't have a problem doing that."

Sandi comments making fun of me.

"Would you allow me to see your Pussy?"

I ask.

"No... but what I will do is give you a quick blowjob and although this might not make any sense I don't wanna turn this into a sexual thing."

Sandi replies.

"I understand, It's merely for cosmetic use, huh?"

I ask jokingly.

"Exactly."

She says with a laugh.

A few minutes later Sandi turns the car down a narrow alley running between two warehouses. She shuts the car off and gets out. Walking over to the passenger door she opens it and I swing my legs out. Sandi kneels on the ground and I undo my pants. I pull my cock out from my fly and Sandi grabs hold of it and she wraps her thick lips around the head. She slowly and sensually slides her mouth up and down covering every inch of my now throbbing cock with every pass. I feel her tongue sliding every direction while she is sucking and it drives me wild. A few seconds later Sandi stops sucking and leans back a little pulling the neckline of her tight shirt down over her massive tits.

"I will let you see these, 'cuz I want you to cum on them anyway."

Sandi says.

She teasingly jiggles each of her tits a couple of times before immediately going back to sucking.

This time I play with Sandi's feathery blonde hair running each layer between my fingers and rubbing some of it between my finger tips and while I'm doing that I feel my cock get shoved deep into her right cheek. I watch her cheek bulge outward for a few seconds before she wraps her mouth tightly around the head and sucking hard ending at the head with a 'raspberry' noise.

Sandi slides her tongue over every part of my head and once again buries my cock into her cheek. 

"I'm gettin' close, Sandi."

I tell her.

"Ok, just let me know before hand."

Sandi replies.

She continues to slide my throbbing hard cock in and out of her mouth and sliding her tongue over the head drawing me closer and closer to cumming.

As I get closer to cumming I get out of the car and stand next to it. Just then Sandi begins to stroke my cock rapidly while she is sucking and her blowjob becomes messy. Saliva begins falling from her mouth and dangles from her chin and off of my shaft 

"Ok... Ok... Ok..."

I say to her and I quickly grab my cock from her mouth. Sandi sits with her ass on her heels and she grips her massive tits and jiggles them teasingly again. I look down at her and see there is no emotion on her face and she's just waiting there patiently for my cum.

A few seconds later I unload aiming at Sandi's tits and chest first covering them with five thick rapid fire streams. Two thick streams hit her throat and run down to collect with the rest of my cum and then I aim at her face. One long huge stream hits Sandi in her left eye and it runs down onto her cheek. Three smaller streams hit the bridge of her nose and the trail forms a 'A' shape running down either side of her nose and one final stream hits her lips.

Sandi stays on the ground and looks down at her chest and tits. She jiggles her tits again causing some of my cum to slide further down onto them.

"I wasn't expecting that much."

Sandi comments.

"Neither was I."

I reply with my voice groaning out the last bit of the feeling.

I look at Sandi again and watch her play with the rivers of my cum that cover her chest and tits in every direction. Some of the cum that I shot onto her face now begins to dangle from her chin.

As if passing a bar of soap over her chest and tits Sandi rubs my cum into her skin. Then she moves her hands up to her face. She uses the tip of her left index finger to wipe the cum out of her eye and she begins rubbing my cum into her skin in small circular motions.

She helps me zip up my fly before standing up. As she turns Her face and tits glisten slightly with the light from the nearby street light. I look at her for a moment admiring the work I just did and then I watch her undo her pants. She opens the flaps and teasingly pulls the front of her underwear down revealing a bald plump looking Pussy.

"If this actually does the job, I'll let you cum on me once a week."

She tells me.

I watch her redo her pants and she pulls her shirt back over her tis and she walks around to get back into the car. She starts the car and we start the drive back to her house. Nearly the entire time my cum continues to glisten on her face. Every street light every neon sign reflect off of it turning her face a specific color for a split second.

Five minutes later we arrive back at Sandi's house and she asks me if I would grab the bags of soda and chips out of the trunk while she hurries into the house and up to the bathroom. When I get into the house I set the bags down in the kitchen and place the bottles of soda next to the half empty ones on the table. I open a couple of bags of chips and dump them into the party bowls to refill them before going to mingle with the rest of the party's guests. 

About ten minutes later I see Sandi walking down from upstairs wearing a new shirt and her face and chest clear of my cum. For the rest of the night Sandi doesn't bother with me but I don't care because I know I'd have a chance to spend a little more time with her in a week.



My Co-Worker Sara Pt. 01



I'm sure every guy has had a girl like the one featured in this story in their lives at one time or another.

This was a girl I really liked a lot and was absolutely in love with only to learn she's nothing but a bitch whore.

The girl's name is Sara. Sara worked with me at my job for maybe six months before she ended up getting fired. To be honest there are other co-workers that I wanted to fuck more than Sara and there are ones that are much better looking than her but I really liked Sara for some reason.

The first time I saw Sara she hadn't even been officially hired onto the payroll yet, she was with about four other potential new hires in the store's break room along with one of my managers and the newbies were in the middle of taking some kind of exam. Their last step before being officially hired.

I had gone into the break room to buy a can of soda from the vending machine and I paid little attention to anyone in the room as I walked across to the vending machine. When I got to the machine I put my change in pressed the button and bent down to retrieve my can of soda. I cracked it open as I straightened up and I took as sip as I turned to walk out of the room.

As I took my first step I made eye contact with a girl sitting at the foot of the table next to the break room door.

I smiled at her and she quickly returned a smile of her own and in that split second I fell in love with her. 

She wasn't a bad looking girl in the least. Her face was attractive and she had pretty blue eyes. Her nose was fairly large but flat. She had a head of blondish brown hair that to me kind of resembled a cheerleader's Pom Pom or a McDonald's Fry Guy, and she had a plump red pair of DLS style lips.

I couldn't tell much about her body since she was seated and since she had on a puffy white down jacket but I could at least tell she wasn't bad looking at all. That was the first and last time I saw Sara that day.

About two days later after working an early morning shift I was driving home and had just turned onto my road when I saw Sara walking a large German Shepard dog along the side of the road. I still didn't know her yet so I just drove by her without even acknowledging her.

A day or two after that I got to work with Sara for the first time. I walked over to her and introduced myself and struck up a conversation. I studied her body a little when even I got the chance and she didn't have a bad body at all.

I'd say that she was about five feet six or seven inches tall and she weighed maybe one hundred thirty to one hundred thirty five pounds. Her tits were nice and about the size of large apples. At that time she was wearing a pair of tight black denim pants and a white shirt under her work smock.

I told her about how I had seen her walking a dog along my road and asked if she lived around there too and she told me that she lived on the same road. I worked with her for about five hours that night and just as I would with any of my other co-workers when even I had the chance to talk I'd go and talk with her. It didn't take but two weeks before Sara and I had exchanged phone numbers and we'd talk nearly every night on the phone even after working together the whole day. Sometimes Sara and I would be on the phone with each other for two hours a night and we each had a ball.

We'd talk about the events of the day or whatever else might pop into our brains at the moment but the only thing that never really entered our conversations was the topic of sex.

The only time I can remember sex being brought up between us was one night when I was chatting with her on a social media website. I had asked her if she thought $200.00 was a fair price to offer someone to participate in an adult movie. She responded back with a laugh and said that she wouldn't do anything like that for $200.00.

Within a month Sara was hitching a ride to and from work with me and I began to fell really comfortable being with her. I started calling her 'Beautiful' every time I'd call or text or message her and since she never asked me not to I felt comfortable doing it. About two and a half months after being hired on Sara called me before work one day and asked me if we could make a stop on our way into work and I told her that I didn't have a problem with that but never bothered asking her where she needed to stop.

I drove down the road to Sara's house to pick her up for work and when I pulled in her drive way I honked the horn and waited for her to come out. When she walked out of the house I was shocked to see her carrying a child's car seat. She opened the back door to my truck and started strapping the car seat into the back and then she returned to the house and came out a few minutes later with a little boy no older than two years old. I got out of the truck to help her with her other stuff that she had to bring to work and I watched as she strapped the child into the car seat. As Sara struggled to get the belt buckled across the car seat I started as her ass which was clad in the tight black denim pants. She'd bend over a little to reach for the actual buckle and I watched as her pants spread her open.

We hopped back into the truck and I looked at her in confusion.

"Is that your Son?" I ask her.

Sara just responded back with a simple,

"Mm-hmm."

She asked me if I could drop him off at daycare because her Mom who'd usually take him was called into work early that day.

I personally didn't care one way or the other if Sara had a kid but it would've been nice if she would've told me sooner. 

As the relationship, if you want to call it that, grew the more comfortable I felt around Sara and after about three months I finally asked her out.

She turned me down telling me that she had just gotten out of a relationship and wasn't really ready for anything at the moment. I respected and admired her response because it was much different then what I'd normally get out of some of the girls I ask out.

"Oh you are so nice, but..." is what I'd normally hear out of the girls I've asked out. 

One day when I picked her up from work she was wearing a pair of fairly tight olive colored pants made of a thin material and she was camel toeing the hell out of them. I liked Sara enough that I was tempted to tell her about it so she could fix it but I didn't feel right telling her that.

Around the four month mark Sara began asking to borrow money from me. It was $20.00 here, $20.00 there, maybe a pack of cigarettes every now and then and my stupid ass had no problem letting her 'Borrow' the money.

In total I ended up 'Lending" Sara $180.00 which I assumed I'd get back.

The days working with Sara were fun and they seemed to fly by quicker than with most of the other co-workers I'd spend time with at work. Every day when her and I would work together I'd pick her up and drop her off and everything seemed to be going good between us. Two hour phone calls on an almost nightly basis, between five to eight hours of conversations while at work so everything looked good.

Then, about six months after Sara was hired she was caught smoking while on the clock and was fired after a few days of suspension. After she was fired I told Sara to keep in touch with me and she said that she would. Well, that lasted for all but a month then I only heard from her once every week and then once every couple of weeks then I stopped hearing from her at all.

I had heard through the grapevine that she had gotten a new better paying job where she had much more responsibility so I just chalked not hearing from her to her new job.

I gave her time and space and would try calling her maybe once a month but I'd always get her voice mail or something and I'd never get a call back from her. Like anyone, I got upset and pissed off at her at that time. I knew that she had the new job but unless she was working 20 hour shifts every day of the week she had the time to call me back.

Almost a full year after Sara was fired I had just walked in the door from doing some yard work when I heard the phone ringing. I looked at the caller I.D. and didn't recognize the number so I wasn't going to answer it but something told me I should.

To my surprise it was Sara's voice on the other end. I was both happy yet angered to hear from her after that length of time so when I'd answered the questions she'd ask I was straight forward and to the point rather than joking around with her as I'd normally would while on the phone with her. 

Sara and I were on the phone for about twenty minutes that day. She was calling to let me know that she had a new phone number and she wanted me to have it. As we were just about to hang up I reminded her to keep in touch just like I did after she was fired and she did, but for only a short time.

It was a good while before I seen or heard from Sara again but she called me up and asked to 'Borrow' another few bucks from me. I told her I could let her borrow only $20.00 because I didn't have much more than that in the bank until the next pay day. She asked me if I'd bring the money to her at her new job which was only right down the street from the store where her and I worked. My Dad needed to go into town anyway that day so I hitched a ride with him. While my Dad went off to do what he needed I walked over to the bank, withdrew $20.00 out of the ATM and I walked over to the place where Sara was now working.

I walked in and saw a woman that I didn't recognize walking over to me. As she got closer I realized that the woman was Sara. She looked much better then as she did when she worked with me. She had lost about twenty pounds and now had straight jet black hair. I fell in love with her all over again and even a little more then before. I stood there talking to her for a few minutes then my Dad walked in the door to tell me he was ready to leave.

I hugged Sara and told her I'd see or call her later and I left. When my Dad and I were in the car he asked me where I knew "Her" from.

"What do you mean where do I know her from?, That's Sara." I told him. 

He had the same reaction that I did.

"Wow, she must've let herself go when she worked with you." He told me.

I couldn't agree with him more.

Another good amount of time went by until I saw Sara again, maybe another year, when she came into the store where I worked to do some shopping.

When she was done shopping she came up to my register and I was elated to see her. I said hello to her and asked her how she was.

"Tired!" She shot at me.

I was taken aback by her response but I kept talking to her. Every time she'd answer or say something she'd yell like she was pissed off at someone.

I rung her stuff out for her and she was gone within five minutes and after she left I went over to one of my other co-workers to talk to them about her.

My co-worker was just as confused as I was about Sara's attitude that day but I was just happy to have seen her again.

That night when I got home from work I E-mailed Sara telling her that if she'd let me take her out to dinner once time I'd overlook the $180 that she owed me. 

"I'll think about it." She replied.

About a week later I saw Sara in the store again and tried to get her attention because I wanted to talk to her about something. This time she didn't even look at me. I knew she saw me because we both made eye contact when she walked into the door of the store but she just didn't want anything to do with me for some reason. She even went over to another cashier's line to get cashed out.

After Sara left I walked over to talk with my co-worker Sandi.

"Did you see Sara?" Sandi asked.

"Yeah, and she didn't even look at me." I told Sandi.

Sandi shook her head in disbelief and commented on how I was nothing but nice to Sara and didn't know why she was being such a bitch to me. 

I just told Sandi that I didn't care anymore and it didn't bother me one way or the other that Sara didn't talk to me anymore, which I really didn't care.

What I did care about however was why Sara was being such a bitch to me. I don't know what I said or did to her that would make her act like that aside from asking her to dinner. 

The last time I saw Sara she was in a better mood but I wasn't. I had just gone out to smoke a cigarette while on break one day when Sara walked out of the store a few minutes later. I was sitting on a bench outside of the store and Sara's car was parked in the spot right in front of me. She said hello to me ask she walked past and she got into the car. She actually sat there for nearly the entire fifteen minutes that I was on break and just before I went back to work I looked at her and waved and she waved back before pulling away.

I haven't seen nor heard from Sara in over a year and I seriously couldn't give a shit less. I'm not wasting anymore of my time or money on her.



My Co-Worker Sara Pt. 02



This is the first of three fantasies that I have about my former co-worker and as far as I'm concerned my former friend Sara.

In this first fantasy Sara agrees to allow me to take her out to dinner so I treat her to a nice meal at a local seafood restaurant. After eating Sara and I drive around for a little while before ending up at an over look overlooking Lake Erie. We park and chat as we watch the cargo ships unloading and the early evening twilight quickly fades to dark. Sara lights a cigarette and rolls the passenger window down to vent to smoke.

"You know I've been wanting to apologize for being such a bitch to you recently." Sara tells me.

"I'm over it now you let me take you out to dinner." I tell her. "I think you've made up for it." I continue.

"Yeah but you treated me better than any other man when I was working with you at the store and I end up treating you like an asshole." Sara comments.

"Eh, don't worry about it." I tell her. 

Sara holds her cigarette in her right hand and flicks the ashes out the window and her left hand creeps over to my pants and she begins rubbing my crotch. 

I look at her and she mouths the words; "I'm sorry." and she smiles at me. 

She flicks her cigarette out the window and uses both hands to undo my pants. She reaches into my underwear pulling out my flaccid but rapidly growing cock. 

Leaning over in the seat Sara takes my cock into her mouth and slowly pulls up on it with her thick lips pulled tight. I stiffen up at the intense pleasure of Sara's mouth slowly sliding up the shaft and ending at the head. I feel her tongue slipping over the head of my cock slowly and I feel her tongue trembling.

The eerie green lights from the instrument cluster on my antique car's dashboard glare off of Sara's face and hand giving them a ghostly green hue. I place my hand gently on the back of Sara's head and guide her mouth up and down as I look around the over look for any 'innocent bystanders.'

Sara's left hand grips my now throbbing hard cock while her right hand slides into my pants and she gently squeezes my balls.

I feel her take my cock down deep into her throat and she licks my balls all in one try and I grunt loudly at the feeling. Sara laughs and begins rapidly sucking and stroking my cock drawing me within a minute or two of cumming.

My knees begin to shake as Sara strokes my load closer and closer to the top. She licks around the head again removing about a half gallon of precum from it and then she takes it back into her mouth.

"Sara I'm gonna cum!" I tell her but she keeps sucking.

I feel her lips tighten up around my throbbing hard cock and a few seconds later I unload six huge streams of cum into her mouth. She gags only a little but allows every stream to make their way down into her throat. I feel her pull hard with her lips and she sits up.

Sara swallows my cum with a loud gulp and looks at me and smiles. Her teeth show a slight sheen caused by my hot cum while it was in her mouth. After wiping a bit of my cum off of her chin with her wrist Sara then reaches into her purse for another cigarette and lights it. While holding her cigarette in one hand Sara helps me redo my pants putting everything away for me.

I start the car and pull out of the parking spot to begin the drive to Sara's house to drop her off.

"Can we stop somewhere to get a soda?" Sara asks. "I can feel your little sperms swimming around in my throat." She comments sarcastically.

"Yeah I could use one too 'cause I feel drained." I tell her.

It takes a moment for her to get my joke but then she erupts with laughter.

"Shut up!" She says with a smile.

I stop at a near by store and go in to buy Sara and I a couple of drinks before heading to her house. When we get to her house a few minutes later I walk Sara to her door and she hugs me.

"Goodnight." I say to her.

"I'll see ya later." She responds.

I watch her walk into her house and I return to my own house to get ready for work in the morning.



My Co-Worker Traci



Traci is one of my newest co-workers but she was one of my customers before being hired on.

Traci is a good looking girl about twenty two years old. She stands about five feet five inches tall and weighs about one hundred twenty five pounds. Although she is thin she has kind of a stock look to her. As a member of a fire department Traci has to keep her legs built up and they are very noticeable.

She has a very nice ass which she usually shows off by wearing a pair of tight khaki pants to work.

Traci's tits are nice and are about the size of small cantaloupes. She often shows them off too by wearing a tight navy blue polo shirt as opposed to the navy blue smock many of the other girls would choose to wear. Her face is good looking and she has a pair of pretty piercing blue eyes which she'd always highlights with a dark eye liner.

I hate to toot my own horn but everyone at my job loves me but Traci was the only one who would take an interest in what I was doing. Instead of me going over and talking to her she's always come to be first. Sometimes she'd rest her elbows on the counter and kind of stick her ass out while she talked. I liken her posture to being catlike when she'd do that.

I liked some other co-workers more than Traci but for some reason I'd actually become kind of nervous around her especially when she'd be standing there talking to me like that.

She'd usually walk over and say something along the lines of; 'Watcha up to darlin'?' and I'd nervously answer her.

I think Traci was married, if not married I know for a fact that she had a man and she had a two or three year old child so I don't think she was doing anything other then trying to be friendly.

Just like all of the other co-workers I liked I'd always check Traci out and I'm fairly sure that she has caught me looking over her as she'd be bending over the counter when she talks to me.

I only have one fantasy about Traci and in the fantasy her and I are working together and since she is still new to the job we're both in the middle of having the 'getting to know you' conversations.

We'd go back and forth asking each other various questions and after a while she asks me if I had a girlfriend.

I explain to her that I do not have a girlfriend but I tell her about my good friend Jessie. I tell her that Jessie is the closest thing to a girlfriend I've had but the relationship that her and I have is strange.

Traci asks me what I mean by that and I explain to her that Jessie tells me all the time that she would love to be with me and that she really wants me to fuck her but every time it seems we could finally get together she makes up some kind of reason not to.

Traci asks me if I've ever fucked Jessie before. I tell her that I haven't but I have done some stuff with her. Traci asks me what I did with Jessie so I explain to her that I ate her out and had used a few toys on her.

"I think I'm too specific for Jessie."

I tell her.

"What do you mean by that?"

Traci asks.

I don't want to answer but she begs to know.

I tell her that I think I'm too specific for Jessie because some things turn me on that Jessie doesn't like.

"Like what?"

Traci asks.

I tell her that I like seeing women with cum all over their faces.

"And Jessie won't let you do that?"

Traci asks.

I tell her that Jessie keeps telling me that she would let me cum on her face but if it really came down to it I don't think she'd really let me.

"Well that's not so bad."

Traci tells me.

She pauses for a moment then looks at me.

"I'd let you do that."

She says.

"Really?" I ask her thinking she is joking around.

Traci tells me she wants to hear more about the time Jessie and I messed around.

I tell Traci the entire story and wait for her reaction.

"She didn't even give you a blowjob?"

Traci asks.

"Nope."

I tell her.

"Listen, call your ride." 

Traci says and hands me her cell phone.

"Tell 'em I'm going to bring you home tonight."

She continues.

I duck down behind the counter and call my ride home and tell him that he doesn't need to pick me up.

An hour later the store closes and I follow Traci out to her pick up truck. I hop into the passenger side and Traci slides in behind the wheel.

We wait until the parking lot is empty.

"Put your seat back a bit." 

Traci says.

I reach for the lever on the side of the seat and the back of the seat falls back.

I lay there and Traci begins picking at my zipper. She works it down and pulls my cock out through it.

"I'll do what your friend wouldn't.'

Traci says.

She leans over, grips my cock in her left hand and wraps her lips around the head. She slowly works her mouth deep down then she comes up and licks around the rim. She licks the rim and head for a few seconds before taking it into her mouth again.

Traci slowly slides her mouth up and down each side while holding my cock still then she takes it in her mouth.

"How are you likin' it so far?"

She asks.

"It's fucking great." 

I tell her.

"I really thank you for doing this."

I continue.

"It's not a problem sweetie."

She replies.

Traci continues sucking then with out warning she slides her mouth all the way down to the balls. She holds it there for s few seconds before pulling it back up ending at the head with a hard suck.

She slurps the head loudly and I jump at the pleasure.

Traci chuckles at my reaction and goes back to sucking. She slides her hand slowly up and down my shaft as she is sucking this time.

"Can I put my hand on your head?"

I ask.

Traci hums in agreement and shakes her head yes.

I lightly place my right hand on the back of her head and put it slowly up and down. 

"You about to cum yet, darlin'?" 

Traci asks.

"Not yet, but soon."

I tell her.

Traci laughs and continues sucking.

"You want me to play with your balls a little?"

She asks.

"Yes, please."

I tell her.

Traci slides her left hand into my pants and gently squeezes my balls. She does that for a few minutes before she stops.

A moment later Traci sits up and she lifts up her shirt exposing her nice large tits. She leans over and begins sliding her hard nipples around the head of my cock. She takes turns sliding each nipple around the head then she squeezes her let tit and guides her nipple around the head and he rubs it against my pee hole.

Traci continues sliding her tits up and down each side of my cock and she playfully licks the tip of it. She sits back up a moment later and she rubs and pulls at her nipples. 

"I must be doin' something right, my nipples are all sticky." 

Traci says.

She leans over again and takes my cock in her mouth once again. She deep throats it again and holds it down in her throat for five or six seconds.

She pulls my cock out of her throat and again ends at the head with a hard loud suck.

Traci strokes and sucks rapidly making loud squishing noises as she does.

Sensing that I'm going to cum and second, Traci lays her head on my belly and she strokes wildly.

"I'm gonna cum!"

I yell at her.

She hold my cock back toward her face and she slows her stroking.

Three rapid fire streams fly from my cock landing on Traci's forehead, temple and left cheek. Two streams hit her lips and one stream catches her right eye. A half a dozen small globs fall from my cock and land on Traci's knuckles.

After I finish cumming Traci sits up and looks at me with a big smoke. I look back and see my cum on her face. A large glob dangles from her eye lid and the streams that had landed on her forehead and temple had begun t slide down onto her chin.

As they collect around her chin they each begin to dangle from it, one of them forming an inch and a half strand as it dangles.

"You got your camera on you darlin'?"

Traci asks.

I pull my camera from my Velcro case on my belt and I turn it on.

"Always"

I tell her jokingly.

I take a few pictures of Traci's face with my cum on it then I review the pictures.

Traci's eyes are wide open and the cum that landed in her right eye stretches with her eye lid.

Each picture is like an animation as Traci moves slightly in each picture. The cum on her chin sways from side to side in each progressing picture.

Traci begins sucking my cum from her knuckles and then she exposes her tits again so I can take a few pictures of them. She pulls he shirt down then to my surprise she unbuttons and unzips her tight khaki pants and she pulls the front of them down followed by her underwear.

"Oh nice!"

I say to her and I take a few pictures of her plump bald pussy.

After I take the pictures Traci reaches over and opens the glove compartment door. She reaches in and pulls out a small roll of brown paper towels.

She unrolls a handful of them and wipes her face clean.

She starts the truck and we begin the drive to my house about twenty minutes away. We pull into my drive way and sit and talk for a while.

"If you want me to repay you please let me know."

I tell Traci.

"Well, I got your number so... I'll call you."

She replies.

I hop out of the truck and watch her as she reverses out of the long dark drive way and wait until she pulls onto the road. She toots the horn softly as she begins to drive away and I wave goodbye to her.



My Co-worker's Wife



Her name is Leah.

The first time I saw her, she totally threw me. Something about the way she smiled as she said hello when my co-worker Ryan introduced her totally floored me. That was it. I was completely sold on her. 

She's not one of those drop-dead gorgeous, model-esque girls that most guys fantasize about. But she's not unfortunate looking either. She's cute. Better than average, I'd say.

Leah's mastered that girl-next-door thing. She's disarmingly charming, with a big heart and takes a genuine interest in everyone she talks to. She's got a smile that can light up a room. She's also smart, and can keep up a conversation about anything from mechanics to computers, current events to music and not skip a beat. I'm not exaggerating when I say she's pretty brilliant.

Don't get me wrong, she's definitely easy on the eyes too. She's short, probably around 5'3 if my guesses are correct. She's got an athletic build, and shoulder length, ash blonde hair that's highlighted to a bright, sunny blonde. 

But the most intriguing thing about her is her eyes. Leah has these absolutely beautiful green, almost teal eyes. The way that they light up when she laughs is amazing. They're so expressive that I almost wanted to jump her right then.

It's safe to say that I'm completely infatuated with her. Fortunately for her, she doesn't have a clue. It's probably a good thing that Ryan doesn't either. That might cause a small issue, being that Leah and Ryan are married. I doubt that it would go over well for my workplace relationships if I tried to sleep with my co-workers wife.

So after that first day, I decided that I had better keep my distance. I don't handle rejection well, so attempting to pursue her, even though I know I have no chance, only to end up getting shot down and losing my shit might not be the best plan. 

Unfortunately for me, the best decisions aren't always the ones I end up sticking to.

It worked for a few months. Sort of. But then, I decided that I had to talk to Leah again. So, I made up my mind that I'd accept Ryan's offer to get together with them for drinks. My heart skipped when I saw Leah. I swear she looked even better than I remembered. 

The way she said my name as we talked made my thoughts wander off. I wondered how it would sound as she said it while she laid underneath me, writhing and moaning as I pumped in and out of her. I found myself getting hard while we talked even though the conversation was completely normal, the thought of hearing her beautiful voice crying out in the throes of passion stuck in my head. My obsession had officially started.

After I got home that night, I sent her a friend request. She accepted it. I spent hours looking through her profile and her photos. I made up my mind that Ryan was one lucky bastard. Everything about her was perfect. It made me want her even more. 

I'm not even ashamed to admit that she looked so hot in one of her pictures that I jerked off to it. As I blew my load, I imagined how hot Leah would look on her knees in front of me as I shot my come all over her face.

I started talking to her quite often. Pretty soon, I had moved up to texting with her occasionally. One day Ryan and I were joking around at work, and Ryan made some sarcastic comment about hitting on Leah. My heart started racing. "I'm just kidding, Jason, it's okay." Ryan said, noticing my discomfort. Thankfully, he misread my anxiety. What he didn't know was how badly I wanted to do more than flirt with her.

It was around then that things started to get crazy. I started fantasizing about her often. I wondered how her body would feel underneath mine. I wondered how her kiss would taste. I started talking to her every day. I made off color comments just to see how she'd react. She was so innocent, it drove me crazy. I started driving by their house a couple times a week.

As the weather warmed up, I noticed as I drove by one day that she had started running. She had a decent pace, probably averaging about a nine and a half minute mile. Her legs were well toned. I couldn't stop staring. She had a nice ass too. I checked her out that first night I met her, but there was a big difference between the pants she was running in and the jeans she was wearing then.

Another thing that I noticed was how fair she was. Even after a couple of weeks, she still looked just as pale as she did the first day I saw her running. Initially I thought that it was because I met her in the middle of winter. But she truly had a porcelain complexion. She must reflect the sun or something, because I've never seen anyone stay so fair.

My stalking began to grow more involved. I found a secluded spot that I could sit and watch her without being noticed. She looked beautiful as she ran by, her blonde ponytail bobbing along behind her. She usually lapped by three times, four if she was feeling ambitious. 

I started getting bolder. Leah was home alone a few nights a week, because Ryan was out doing whatever extracurricular that he was in to. After dark, I'd walk by the back of her subdivision. Through the blinds of her living room window, I could see her, curled up in a chair, reading a book, working on her laptop, or occasionally watching television. If it was open, I could occasionally hear when she had music playing. She listened to everything. Some nights, it would be country or 80's rock, other nights, metal. 

One night, I had a near miss. I was so lost in my own thoughts as I watched her that I didn't realize she had come outside to water the plants on her patio. I was only a few feet away. In the twilight, she couldn't see me, since I was hidden in the bushes, but it was close. She was wearing pink fleece shorts that barely covered anything, and a gray tank top. The pale pink straps of her bra slid down her shoulders as she crouched down to pluck some dead leaves from one of the plants. Her hair was still wet from her post-run shower. I almost made my move and took her right then.

When I got home that night, I couldn't stop thinking about her. My desire for her had become too much. I had to have her. I found myself becoming instantly hard as a rock the second my thoughts wandered to Leah, which was becoming more and more frequently. It was time to put my plan into action.

It was a Wednesday, which meant Leah would be home alone. One thing that I had noticed from the times I had watched her, was that on days she ran when she was home alone, she put a spare key under the paw print stepping stone she had in the flowerbed. She was out for about forty five minutes. Plenty of time for me to swipe the key, make a copy and replace the original. 

I hid in the bushes at the front of her unit as she left for her run. As she stretched in her driveway, I couldn't tear my eyes away. Damn she was flexible. As soon as she was off, and had made her way down the street safely out of view, I moved as quickly as I could over to the stone, grabbed the key, and took off. No one saw me as I walked back to my car. 

Twenty five minutes later, I was back hiding in my spot, the key safely replaced in its proper place. About fifteen minutes later, Leah came into view. She was her normal hot, sweaty post-run mess. I could only imagine how she'd look all hot and sweaty from being fucked until she couldn't stand straight.

She walked inside, closing the door behind her. I didn't hear the lock click closed. My pulse quickened. I could follow her inside. I could take her. Catch her coming out of the shower. I felt myself growing hard as I pictured her wet and naked, toweling herself off.

I waited a few minutes, and approached the door. As I turned the knob, I felt the hesitation of the lock. I used the key that I had just made. I slipped quietly up the stairs, following the noise of the shower. I cautiously looked around the corner into her bedroom. No sign of her. I slowly moved so that I could see into the bathroom, but still be hidden from her view. There she was, the sheer curtain leaving little to my imagination.

I had originally planned on coming back. But now, as I hid, watching her shower, that plan went out the window. I had to have her now. I was going to do it. I slipped out of her bedroom, moving down the hallway to her laundry room. From the darkness there, I could watch her without being seen. 

A few minutes later, the shower turned off. Leah walked out of the bathroom, her towel wrapped around her, hair wet and messy. She started rubbing lotion all over herself. I groaned quietly to myself as I watched. My cock was so damn hard that I thought it was going to tear through my pants. 

Leah laid down on her bed, the towel still wrapped around her. One knee up, arms over her head. It was almost like she was begging for me to come fuck her. Now was my opportunity. I wasn't waiting any longer. I couldn't wait.

Leah's eyes snapped open as she felt me climb on the bed. She instantly brought her knees up and tried to push me off of her. But amazingly enough, she didn't scream like I thought she would. She was strong. It was a struggle to overpower her, but eventually I did. Feeling her fight back against me made me even harder.

As I pinned her down, she whimpered in protest. She knew that I had beaten her. "Jason? What are you doing?" she pleaded. Those beautiful green eyes were wide with fear. Her voice cracked. I could feel her shaking beneath me. 

"Oh come on, Leah," I said quietly as I leaned closer to her, "you know why I'm here." My voice had a sinister tone. I wanted her to know I wasn't playing games. "Just do what I want and you'll be fine."

As she listened, I watched her response as it all clicked in her mind. Her fear gave way to terror. She knew exactly what I was planning to do.

"No." She whispered as she stared up at me, "Please Jason, don't do this." 

"Don't worry; you'll enjoy this as much as I'm going to." I said to her. I grinned down at her as I pulled the towel away. She shuddered as I left her exposed. She wanted to cover herself, but she couldn't. I groaned as I looked her over. What I saw was far better than any fantasy. Her creamy white skin was so soft. Her small, A-cup breasts were perky, with small pink nipples that were begging to be teased. As my eyes ventured down, I noticed that she was totally shaved. 

I let go of her wrists. She still just stared at me, trying to predict what I was going to do to her. She wanted to run; I could see it in her eyes. But she was too afraid to move. She was scared of what I would do to her if she tried to get away. Her eyes widened as I undid my jeans. She glanced down quickly, seeing my hard cock before looking back up at me nervously. "No." she whispered. But I wasn't stopping. Not at this point.

She shivered under my hands as I ran them up her smooth legs. She gasped as I reached her thighs. I felt the muscles in her legs twitch as she desperately wanted to deny me. I brushed my fingers over her slit, feeling her shake and hearing her whimper again in protest. "Shh..." I whispered, "Just relax."

"Jason, please." Her voice was tearful as she protested again. I leaned forward and kissed her. She didn't respond. Her hands came up to my shoulders, pressing against me. Slowly, I slid my finger inside of her. I felt her wince as I pushed it further in. As I curled it inside of her, she gasped at the feeling. 

"Do you like that, Leah?" I whispered into her ear as I slid a second finger inside of her. She shook her head at me, her jaw clenched tightly closed. She really wanted to stop me. But she was frozen by her fear of what would happen if she did. The slightest intimidation won her complacency. As I continued to finger her, I felt her body slowly begin to respond to me. 

Her pussy was soft, and so tight that it clenched tightly against my fingers as I explored her. As she started to get wet, her slippery juices made it feel even more inviting. I could barely wait to get my cock inside of her. I could smell her sweet, intoxicating scent as I worked her over. Her hips jerked as I found her spot as I pressed against it. She gasped as I continued to work it over, enjoying the response that it caused.

"Stop..." Leah begged as I felt her shudder beneath my hands. Her breath was ragged. She closed her eyes as I felt her body shatter. She was fighting herself. She didn't want her body to respond the way it did. She didn't want to come for me. But it was too late. The feeling of her orgasm around my fingers was intense. She throbbed and pulsed, her pussy grabbing my fingers so tightly I could barely move them as I tried to drive her farther over the edge.

As I felt her wetness increase with the surge of her juices that came as her climax peaked, she moaned. The sexy sounds escaping her lips caused my cock to twitch anxiously. "I am going to have you, Leah." I growled into her ear. I had to feel my cock buried deep inside of her. I had to hear more of that sultry moan. "I'm going to fuck you."

Leah's eyes were wide as she looked up at me, but she didn't protest. She bit her lip as I positioned my cock in front of her now wet slit. I could feel the heat coming from her as I pressed the head of my shaft inside of her, causing her to gasp. The way she wrapped around me as I slowly continued pushing felt incredible. I was really going to enjoy this. She whimpered as I slid deep inside of her.

I groaned as I looked down at her. "You're better than I imagined." The look that I saw on her face was a mixture of fear, panic and curiosity. She was so tight. She clenched around me, hot and wet. I savored the feeling of her softness as I continued sliding in and out of her.

Leah stared back at me. She blinked slowly, tears at the corner of her eyes. "Jason..." she whispered. 

"Leah, don't." I replied. "Just enjoy this." I pinned her wrists above her head as I kissed her again. I put more of my weight down on top of her as I pushed deeper inside of her. She gasped as I moved against her. I felt her shudder as her hips jerked in response. 

Leah moaned. She had tried to stop it, to keep it from coming out, but it didn't work. I could feel her body responding to me. My cock throbbed in response. Leah opened her hips to me, letting me slide even deeper. She was getting hotter and wetter by the second. A second moan escaped her. She had given in.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Leah?" I whispered as I pulled out of her, causing a gasp to escape her. Her green eyes blazed as she stared back up at me. She was furious with me for bringing her to this point. But I could also see in her eyes that she was turned on. She wanted to be fucked.

"Yes." Hearing her breathless response pushed me over the edge. I drove into her, causing her to cry out as I buried my cock deep inside of that hot pussy. She arched her back, digging her nails into my hands as I thrusted into her. She moaned as I continued moving in and out of her. She moved against me, bringing her hips up to meet my thrusts. I could feel her clit as she rocked against me when I was all the way in. 

The sounds of her moaning and panting as I continued to fuck her were beautiful. It spurred me on. I moaned as I felt her shaking while she continued to writhe beneath me. She wanted everything I was giving her now. Her pussy was throbbing around me as I slid in and out. She brought her knees up, letting me thrust deeper. She moaned again, this time with each thrust. She was about to come. I could feel her throbbing harder as her pussy began to spasm around me. 

"Oh fuck..." Leah moaned as she started to come. The sound of her swearing brought me even closer to my own climax. Her hips started shaking as she lost control, her pussy pulsing and throbbing as it clenched down on my cock. She cried out again lustfully as she peaked while I pounded into her. She was breathless as her orgasm continued rolling through her.

My own release was about to hit as I felt my come boiling inside my balls. As her climax started to subside, mine began. I groaned as I slammed into her with a final thrust, causing my cock to explode into her. At the feeling of my cock throbbing in her tight pussy, Leah moaned again, shivering as my come filled that tight hole. 

When I finished, I pulled out of her slowly. She stared up at me, with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed from her climax. I leaned down and kissed her again. She kissed me back, nervously this time. She still wasn't sure what to think of everything. I could see the conflict on her face. She still didn't know if I was going to hurt her. She was still afraid.

"Well," I sighed, looking at her as I tucked my spent cock back into my pants. "This leaves us with a problem, doesn't it, Leah?"

I watched her expression fill with fear again as she stared back at me with wide eyes. She had found the towel I tossed aside, and now covered herself with it, trying to hide from me. "We don't want Ryan to find out about this, now do we?"

Leah shook her head, looking down at the floor. "No." Her voice was ashamed as I stared at her.

"So let me make you a deal then, okay?" I started. "Because I'd really like to keep Ryan as a friend. It'd make for a very hostile workplace if he's ready to take my head off for sleeping with his wife." I knew that what I was about to propose was not going to go over well. But I was testing the water to see how desperate Leah was to keep this quiet.

"What?" Leah's voice was strained as she looked at me. Her green eyes danced anxiously. She didn't trust me. She looked ready to run, like she was afraid I was going to throw her down and have my way with her again.

"I'm not going to say a word about this. And neither are you. Because if you do, I'll make it look like you were chasing after me." I managed to make my voice sound as serious as possible as I stared at her. "But, I am going to need something to guarantee my silence."

"What do you want, Jason. Tell me?" She was going for it. This was easier than I thought. 

"I want to fuck you again. Or have you give me a blow job. Some form of sexual favor." I smiled wickedly at her. Let's see how serious she is. The color drained from her face. I watched as she rolled the thought around in her mind. 

After a moment, she glared at me. "Fine." She snapped. "But if you so much as breathe one word of this to Ryan, I will tell him everything, and I swear I will cut your balls off myself." I laughed in response. Her feistiness was a turn on. 

"The same goes for you, Leah." I reminded her. "If you tell Ryan the truth, you have no idea what you will be in for. You don't want to know what I'm capable of." Her face changed as the gravity of my statement sunk in, and the fear it caused told her exactly how serious I was.

I stepped closer to her. She stepped backwards anxiously. I kept approaching until I had backed her up against the wall. I grabbed her by the chin and looked down at her. "Deal?" I growled.

"Deal." Leah squeaked in response. I could see the tears in her eyes as she looked at me. The way she looked at me was like she was making a deal with the devil. 

"Good." I let go of her chin and backed away from her. "I'm sure I'll see you again soon."

Leah didn't say a word as I walked out of her bedroom and let myself out. 

As I drove home, I replayed the event in my mind. How she had been so hesitant, but once my cock started sliding into her, how badly she wanted it. The way she sounded as she moaned. 

Part of me wondered that underneath that furious, icy glare, if secretly Leah wasn't as pissed about my proposal as she let on. 

My cock twitched in response to the thoughts. I wondered how long I'd keep her complacent under the guise that I'd lie to Ryan about what actually happened. How many 'favors' I could convince her to give up. How hot she'd look with her lips wrapped around my shaft, sucking the come out of it. 




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But one thing I was absolutely sure of - I was sure as hell going to find out.