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New Employee

By: Gomez130



Dedicated to FireStorm, My Inspiration for this Story!

"Hello Ms. Harrison," I said as you walked in my office for your interview.

"Hello" you replied with a smile.

"Please sit down and we'll get started," I said.

As you sat down I noticed how low cut your suit jacket was.

"Very nice," I thought to myself as I admired your cleavage.

I quickly looked back up, but I was too late you caught me looking at your breasts. You just give a little smile as if to say, "Ha, I caught you!" 

"You're here to interview for the position of my personal assistant? I just want to let you know that I am very demanding and this position would require a lot of your time. Is that going to be a problem?" I ask.

"No, I am very dedicated to my work and I'll do what ever it takes to get my job done," you answer.

"Good I need that in this position." I said as a got up and walked around to the other side of the desk and sat down facing you.

Just then you crossed your legs drawing attention to the slit in your skirt rising up your left thigh. I tried not to look down but I couldn't help but notice the band of the thigh high stockings you were wearing. 

"Now how am I supposed to work here if your keep checking me out," you said.

"I'm sorry that's not very professional of me," I said while blushing. 

"It's ok I'll forgive you this time," you said aloud, but thought, "Wow! I wonder how much more I can tease him?"

"Are you willing to work long hours and still be able to make it to work on time the next morning?" I ask.

"Definitely I'm very dedicated to my work," you replied.

"Good because I need that in an assistant. Why don't you fill out this form? It's just so I can use it to evaluate you a little better. It's a personality test it's not to complicated just answer truthfully. You can sit at that table and fill it out, it won't take long."

I pointed to the table on the other side of the office. 

"Sure no problem" you said. Then you got up and took the paper and sat down to fill it out. 

I sat at my desk pretending to read while I watched you. You could feel my eyes watching you from across the room, so you crossed you legs again but this time the slit came up high enough that I could see the strap of your garter belt that was attached to your stockings. 

"Oh my god, she is so sexy," I thought to myself as I kept staring at your legs, watching you as you flipped your shoe up and down with you toes. Then you put your pen up to your mouth and gently moved it back and fourth across your moist bottom lip. Then you ran the pen down your chin and down the front of your suit jacket and stopped just above the top of your breasts. By this time I knew that you were doing this on purpose and I just kept watching you not even trying to hide it anymore. This continued for about another five minutes until you finished the test. 

"There, all done," you said as you got up and handed it to me. "Is there anything else you would like me do?" you ask.

"Possibly there is, but I'm not sure you're ready for that yet," I answered. 

We could start to feel some sexual tension rise between us. Then you sat on my desk crossed your legs and started to softly rub my leg with your foot. 

"Really, so how are you going to know when I'm ready?" you ask.

"Oh, I have my ways," I said, as I looked you up and down. Then I placed my hand on your knee. "This is turning in to a rather informal interview," I said as I moved my finger slowly up your thigh. 

"I can be as informal as you want me to be," you replied as you dropped your shoe off your foot and ran it up between my legs. You could feel my cock getting hard while you played with it with your foot. As you opened your legs I rolled my chair forward and reached around you putting my hands on your ass sliding you towards me. You leaned down and our lips met and we began to kiss each other very passionately, our tongues touching, exploring each other's mouths.

Then I stood up and you wrapped your legs around me as you reached down and began rubbing my cock through my pants making it even harder. I put my hand along the inside of your skirt sliding it up so I could grab your ass. I lifted your skirt all the way to your waist until I could see your thong and garter belt in the mirror on my door. 

"So how is my interview going?" you ask as you kiss and suck on my ear lobe.

"Great, your qualifications are impeccable," I said as I unbuttoned your suit jacket revealing your sexy black bra. 

"So do I get the job?" you asked as you start to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. 

"Oh yes," I said, "You definitely got the job!"

"Good," you replied, "so I know it's not just because I did this..." 

Then you push me back into the chair, kneel down between my legs and pull my rock hard cock out of my pants. You began to lick the tip of my throbbing cum-filled cock and roll your tongue around it. Then you stroked my dick with your hand as you licked to get it nice and wet, tasting my precum. Finally you slide my cock deep inside your mouth massaging it with your tongue. 

While you continued bobbing up and down on my prick, I reach down and start to play with your big beautiful breasts. I pulled them out of your sexy black bra and squeezed your hard puffy nipples. I watched as your lips moved up and down on my cock as you put it deep inside your hungry mouth. 

"Oh fuck yeah this feels so good," I said as I move your hair aside to get a better look at you. 

It was incredible what you were able to do with your mouth. I never had this happen before; you got me so hot I wanted to see what you taste like. So I stood you up and sat you back down on my desk, leaned over and started kissing your breasts, licking around your areolas and nibbling and sucking on your nipples. I put my hand between your thighs and started to rub your freshly shaven pussy. Your thong is soaked because of how fucking horny you had become. 

Then I move my hand underneath your thong and slide my fingers into your wet, hot, waiting pussy. I started to kiss down your breasts to your stomach and down to your pussy, where I continue to finger fuck you and massaging your "G" spot while I licked you clit and pulled your labia with my lips. You began to moan as you put your legs on my shoulders and grabbed the back of my head. I could feel your juices run down my chin as I continue to lick and slide my talented tongue deep inside your pussy. I could feel the heat from your thighs on my neck.

"Oh you taste so good!"

I thought I could feel your pussy pulsing every time my fingers slid in.

"I want to feel your big hard cock inside me now," you said as you pulled my head up. 

Then when I stood up, you grabbed my hard cock and pulled me close to you with your legs. You grab my cock sliding it up and down your hot wet slit and put the head right at the opening of your pussy and said "Fuck me hard!"

I slide my dick into your hot pussy and begin to thrust in and out. I put both of your breasts in my hands and squeezed them together. Then I started pinching your nipples with my fingers. You grabbed my hand and put my fingers in your mouth and said, "I want to taste my pussy on you." 

I leaned over and gave you a hard long kiss so you could taste the juices from your pussy from my tongue. "Oh God, this is so good" I said. With your legs wrapped around me I put my hands on your ass so I can thrust deeper inside you. 

Your pussy feels so good as it tightens around my cock. We continue kissing passionately while we fuck. I stop and pull out for a moment.

"What?" you asked.

"Turn around," I said, "I want to fuck you from behind." 

You hopped off my desk and turned around putting both your hands flat on my desk, your legs flexing as you raise your ass high so I could slide my cock back into your pussy and continue to fuck you. I held on to your hips as I thrust my cock deeper inside you. You looked up and could see me watching us fuck in the mirror. I watched as your breasts swayed back and fourth every time I thrust into you. 

"Yes...Yes, Oh God... FUCK ME " you groan, as I kept penetrating your sloppy wet pussy. I slapped your ass as I continued to watch us in the mirror. Then I reached around with both hands and squeezed your breasts in my hands. 

"OH GOD!!!! I'm going to cum!!! Fuck me! Yes, fuck me hard, fill me with your cum," you screamed.

"OH MY GOD...OHHH...OHH...YYYEEESSS," I grunted as I released my hot cum inside your pussy. You could feel my dick pulsing inside of you.

"OOOOOHHH YEEEEAAAAAHHH," you cried as you climaxed along with me. 

We both fell back into my chair out of breath and satisfied, letting our heart rates slowly return to normal.

"That was so amazing," I said, as you got up and pulled your skirt back down. 

"I think I'm going to like working here," you said with a devious grin, while buttoning up your suit jacket. 

"Oh I think you will too," I added with a wink as I finished buckling my belt, "So when can you start?"

"I thought I already have," you replied, your hand cupping my softening cock. 

"I guess so, then why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off and start back in the morning," I suggested. 

"I can do that," you said as you stopped at the door to check your make-up in the mirror. 

"Oh Ms. Harrison," I said as you opened the door, "I just wanted to tell you that there's a chance that you'll probably be working late with me tomorrow." 

"Great! I'll be looking forward to it," you replied with a sexy smile as you left my office.

New Employee



As he settled into the cramped, hard cot in the small laundry room, he thought, "What am I doing here? How did I get into this mess?" 

He heard the loud, passionate groans of lust coming from the master bedroom, his former place of rest. He laid his head, with a sigh, on the worn, old pillow. 

Trying hard to set aside the noises from upstairs, he attempted to settle into sleep. A familiar, intoxicating aroma filled his sense of smell. As he finished the laundry and before heading into the bedroom she handed him a well-used pair of her panties. The look on his face told the story. 

She smiled as he thanked her, knowing how even the simplest gesture on her part was accepted as a great honor. 

He stored the treasure underneath his pillow before finishing his chores. Now, he brought the blessed fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply. 

"Oh yes, I remember."

It started a few months ago. He was at work. As the general manager of a small company he supervised around one-hundred and fifty employees. Success was his, in a limited way, but he wasn't totally satisfied. 

There was something was missing in his life—an emptiness, an incompleteness. It was almost like there was a hole in his soul that he needed to fill before he could become complete. 

As he wallowed in this search work became less satisfying and he daydreamed a lot about sexy, beautiful women. Thinking about their legs, the way they moved, their underwear, he filled the days imaging all kinds of various scenarios, usually involving spending long hours worshipping their bodies. 

A man of a variety of needs, he had a plethora of different fantasies and as soon as one developed he jumped to another. 

Although somewhat embarrassed about the obsession with his somewhat perverted desires he sluffed the guilt off by justifying the dreams because of a failed marriage to a woman who never understood his needs. 

As he was between relationships, he hadn't had sex in a while, other than his nightly visits with his hand. And the worst thing about it was that he wasn't sure what kind of sex he wanted. 

The situation, along with his life, changed suddenly and dramatically one day. 

Business was flourishing and he discovered he needed a temp for extra clerical work. He had his secretary call a local employment agency and they quickly sent over a number of prospects. The first two, middle-aged ladies were both plump and matronly and he had a hard time even paying attention to waht they were saying. 

The third girl immediately caught his eye. She was pretty, in that full-bodied, clear-eyed Salma Hayak way, with straight brown hair that reached just beyond her shoulders. She stood about five foot two and was a tad plump, almost like she still had a small layer of baby fat. But it looked good on her in an earthy way. 

She was not overweight by any means; she was just sort of soft and full in the way the 50's actresses were, not skin and bones like so many women of today. She was gifted with luscious legs, a round ass and nice, pert breasts. Her skin was smooth and creamy. Her face was very attractive and just barely shy of out and out beautiful. 

Belying her youth was a knowing, very perceptive smile and she had an ever-present, mischievous twinkle in her eye. Her smile, her eyes immediately seemed to pierce into his soul as if understanding some part of him completely. 

"Now, Jennifer," he said tearing his eyes from her face, shuffling papers and pretending to review her resume. "What particular qualifications do you feel you have that would make you capable of handling this job?" 

He tried to maintain his usual composure but he had a hard time keeping his eyes from drifting to her legs. Sitting directly in front of his desk, she was just far enough away so he could see her completely. Because she was young and probably not wealthy, her attire was less than business-like, wearing a short, plain sun dress, made of thin and cheap cloth. It gave her an appearance of being almost unprofessional, looking more like Sophie Loren in some Italian peasant movie. 

His eyes kept flitting back and forth from the paperwork to those legs. The dress rode halfway up her bare thighs. He was struck by the careless manner in which she came to an interview with a noticeable lack of nylons, almost like she was defying conventional wisdom and daring him to hire her despite her lack of professionalism. 

As he watched, she spread her legs ever so slightly, in an innocent, yet provocative way. She didnt even sit the way women are taught! 

The luscious gams rested on the chair and he could see how soft, creamy and delicious they were. Unconsciously his tongue left his mouth and licked his upper lip. Hearing a soft chuckle he glanced at her face. The all-knowing smile and mischievous twinkle in her eyes made him blush in embarrassment. 

Those legs, he whispered to himself, how I would love to feel them, caress them, even lick them. He reddened a little as he saw she was watching him carefully. 

"Well, Mr. Sullivan," she said with a twinkle in her eye and a knowing smile, "I catch on very quickly. I see the situation and immediately know how to handle it." 

He studied her face, checking for any hidden meanings in her words. She returned the stare, her deep brown eyes totally captivating, almost entrancing. They lured him into their depths but didn't reveal anything.

He wasn't quite sure what her answer meant. Confused, he knew there was something about her manner, her presence, and her earthy essence that seemed to give her an advantage over him. It was almost as though she was some ancient goddess, a high priestess of some ancient kingdom, worthy of worship. 

Reviewing her resume, he was aware she had very limited experience and not much education but in spite of her youth he somehow felt intimidated by her, an unusual yet exciting feeling for him. He sensed she knew a lot more than he did, especially about the ways between men and women.

Not wanting the interview to end, he stumbled for a few more minutes in a very unprofessional, clumsy way. His normally confident manner deserted him and he had difficulty asking intelligent questions. He could not focus on the process; all he could do was peek occasionally and surreptitiously at her luscious legs, wondering if she wore plain cotton panties. 

Finally he made a rash and hasty decision, one based on primal needs separate and apart from her work experience or what they needed for this job.

"You seem qualified for the position. When can you start? We need someone right away. Actually, we would like you to begin tomorrow," he said rushing his words and annoyed at himself with his inability to remain calm.

"I can't start tomorrow I need a few days to settle some things." She seemed to be in the drivers seat here. "How's Friday?" 

He was shocked. Usually, prospective employees do whatever it takes to get the job. The way she responded felt like she was in control of the interview. 

Nodding a silent agreement, he watched as she smiled sweetly. There was a knowing look in her eyes as she surveyed him one last time. Rising from her chair, she gave him one last little grin, turned and left. 

He studied her casual, sensual sway as she walked from the room. Her bare legs, her round, full rear filled his senses with a desire he had seldom known. His heart, as well as his groin, ached for her with a conviction he had never felt. 

Turning at the door as if knowing he would be watching her, she caught his eyes studying her gorgeous ass. Reddening, he tore his eyes from her posterior to her face. Her grin let him know that she knew where he was looking and what he was looking at. 

The week while he waited was intolerable. Frustrated, he buried himself in work, impatient for Friday to arrive. 

On Friday morning he arrived hours early but was unable to concentrate on anything and found himself quite annoyed with everyone. Angrily, he told himself to forget about her and focus on work, but he kept checking the clock and waiting for the moment she arrived. He was acting like an awestruck teenager mooning over some unattainable movie star.

During the day, he tried his best to stay away from her, not wanting to succumb to the need he felt to see her again. It would be easy to avoid her as her workstation placed her on the floor beneath his, in a room he normally didn't visit. 

But she remained in his thoughts as he tried to finish a project. Just as he immersed himself in the final details, she entered his office. Without a knock, she walked right in.

"I've got your mail," she said with a cat-like grin. 

Caught off-guard, he stared mouth agape, captivated by her, wondering if she knew he was just then thinking of her. 

He found himself in an unusual position. He was totally dumbstruck and couldn't think of a thing to say to her. 

"Where do you want it?" she asked, gliding over to his desk and simply dropping the pile on one side of it. 

Standing to the side of him, she leaned over the desk, resting her elbows on the top, examining the papers he had in front of him. From the corner of his eye he glimpsed the outline of her perfect, pert breasts. They were hidden behind her simple white blouse, inches from his face and he desperately wanted to lean over and fill his mouth with them, kissing and licking avidly. He noticed that the globes were not exceptionally large but they were firm and ripe and seemed perfectly suited to her earthy figure.

"Whatcha doing? Something important?" she asked as she chewed gum in his ear like a teenager. She studied his reaction as his eyes moved slowly up from her breasts to meet hers. He reddened as if caught doing something he shouldn't. 

Feeling the heat of her nearness, he breathed in the subtle scent of the soap she used this morning. He stared blankly into her eyes as if hypnotized by some magic spell she cast. Smiling at his embarrassed face for a moment, in total control of the situation, she turned and walked out. 

His dry mouth gaping, he stared at her round, soft buttocks as they gracefully strutted out, whispering secret wishes to himself about needing to become familiar with that object. 

She didn't look back this time, as if she was sure that he was watching and didn't need to confirm it. He kept staring at the empty doorframe long after she disappeared like a dog would wait all day at the door for his master to come home. 

Needless to say, he was useless the balance of the afternoon. Her seemingly innocent interruption had destroyed all pretense of normality for him. Acknowledging the hold she had over him, he felt himself charged with a strange and erotic tension as he sat daydreaming at his desk. 

More than once he wanted to relieve his aching turgid member, with a need he had never felt before. He sat frustrated, yet entranced, and completely under her spell. 

There was no doubt the young beauty intoxicated him. She awakened some buried urge he had deep within him. It was as though she was some primitive goddess he had to submit to, obey and worship. He couldn't explain the reason why she held this power over him; he didn't even want to understand it. 

He just wanted her, in any way she required. 

On Monday, after a restless and frustrating weekend, he made an excuse to go down to the sample room where she worked. 

He didn't need a reason; he told himself, after all, he was the boss. He could check up on any employee whenever he wanted, that was his right. For some reason he felt he had to justify this decision to himself.

She was alone in the room, sitting on a stool eating a donut. Her short skirt rose to midway up her thigh. The softness of those smooth, luscious thighs spread against the lip of the seat. His eyes riveted on them and lust filled his senses. Her legs were parted provocatively, just an inch or so. They were just far enough open to be exciting yet not quite far apart to seem indecent. 

There was something especially alluring about her earthy body, her lack of nylons, and her casual, revealing dress. She was sexy in an Italian peasant sort of way. Nylons would never be needed on her exquisite legs. They would enhance them but her legs were enough by themselves. The smooth softness, the hidden treasures that lay above and between, all added an arousing picture of sensuality. 

"Oh, you caught me," she giggled. He said something about it not being a problem and moved closer to chat. Her feet rested on the rung of the stool, which caused her short dress to ride up almost to her crotch. He stood in front of her trying hard not to stare down at her luscious gams. 

There was a definite hardening in his pants and the friction of his member brushed against the rough fabric. He lowered the paperwork he was carrying to cover the small tent so she could not witness his obvious arousal.

"I have such a sweet tooth. I made my last boss buy me candy all the time. Do you know any good candy stores around here?" She looked at him like a cobra eyes a mouse. Her arm accidentally brushed against some papers and they spilled to the floor. Without thinking, he quickly knelt down to recover them.

Realizing his position, he found himself inches from her legs. Her shoe was directly in front of his face. It appeared inexpensive and well worn, not the fancy, expensive kind in his dreams, yet somehow it's casualness added to her bearing. 

He inhaled silently but deeply, attempting to memorize the sweet scent of her odor. His face flushed as the aroma drifted in and he had trouble breathing. 

He hardly moved, the papers long forgotten. He was aware that he could touch her leg with his mouth just by leaning forward. He felt his face being drawn forward, perhaps toward a fate that would bind him forever to her. He wanted this future. Her foot silently beckoned him. Time seemed suspended as he awaited his destiny. 

"Well, you're finally where you belong. That didn't take long. I thought you would be easy but I didnt think it would be so simple." Her words temporarily broke the spell. He looked up at her, pausing momentarily to glance at her crotch, spotting the white fabric hidden there. 

Something glowed deep inside him and he felt being here on the floor beneath her and beside her magnetic legs was the most appropriate place for him. He peeked at her face. It was blank with no apparent hidden meaning behind the words she spoke so calmly. Or so it seemed. 

He wanted desperately to remain kneeling at her feet, where he was, and lean forward that final inch towards her foot, and complete the journey. He wanted to place his lips against her toe, lick the shoe, and savor the softness of her skin. 

He loved the feeling of being on his knees before her—this feeling of absolute submission. She sat there like a queen and observed him like he was some kind of laboratory experiment.

Finally, mustering some reluctant pride he picked up the papers, set them on the table, looked longingly at her and left.

At home that night, he furiously relieved his pent up emotions in the shower, spewing his seed against the wall as he pictured her towering over him as he looked up at her legs from his lowly position on the floor. He didn't understand why this image was so strong and so erotic. He didn't care.

He tossed and turned all night as he tried to make sense out of the situation but couldn't. His dreams were filled with visions of her legs, her feet, and her wicked smile. He woke with a fullness in his groins and an ache in his soul that he had never felt before.

He avoided her the next day, staying behind his closed door, afraid of this passion, terrified of her power. The following day, he succumbed to his overwhelming urges and sought her out. 

He waited until he knew she was alone and snuck down to see her. 

Once again she was sitting on the stool with her voluptuous legs on display. He hesitated as he watched her. He felt something in himself surrendering to her beauty, acknowledging some basic superiority she had over him. 

He thought she knew he was in the doorway but she went about her work as if she didn't. He took the time to worship her with his eyes. He was filled with desire. Somehow he knew he would do anything for her, to be with her. And with that knowledge, he also sensed that he would be tested again and again on that vow. 

Never before had he wanted to capitulate to a woman, become her servant, a slave to her every desire. He did now. He wanted to throw himself at her feet and beg for the privilege of touching her, to be allowed to clean her shoe with his tongue—to give her everything.

"What are you hiding behind your back?" she asked coyly without even glancing up. Quickly he went to her and handed her a box of expensive candy. 

She jumped up and squealed as she took the box. Her hand accidentally brushed against his arm. He became so aroused by that simple gesture that he had to leave before coming in his pants. He heard her chuckle softly as he scurried out of the room.

He shut the door of his office and battled with himself for control. He was losing himself to this simple beauty, he was surrendering his pride, his manhood, his very self to her and he wasn't even sure if she knew of his infatuation. Or cared. 

The fight with his conscience waged on as he debated all of the reasons why he should just leave her alone. She was too young. She may not even like him. What he was considering sacrificing for her was too much.

On the other side he relived the feel of her touch. He saw her gorgeous thighs and wondered what delicious warmth lay between them. He wondered what she would taste like, her legs, what lay between.

His unanswered questions still haunted him and he did not come to any conclusions when he returned to see her an hour later. 

This time she was bent over the table as he entered. He gasped at the sumptuous, voluptuousness of her sensual ass and he felt a flash of carnal lust. He froze as he stared; the only movement of his body was in his pants. 

Her perfectly rounded curves jutted out towards him and he felt a masochistic streak of need soar through him. His tongue caressed his upper lip, as he was lost in the vision. If only he could lavish this sensuous ass with soft kisses. 

She must of known he was there yet she kept bent there in that perfect pose. The questions of before, whether he should yield to her sexuality or forget her were answered in that moment, with that vision seared in his mind. 

He knew beyond doubt that he would do anything for her. 

Another employee, an older woman, entered and interrupted his reverie. He jumped back like a guilty child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The older woman frowned in obvious disapproval, as she took in the situation. Jennifer glanced up without moving and smiled at his embarrassment.

He brought her candy every day. She granted him only a few minutes conversation when he handed the gifts over and then sent him on his way. 

One day while he handed her a box of candy, she groaned in annoyance.

"Are you all right? What's the matter? Aren't you feeling well?" he asked very concerned.

"It's my feet. Standing on them all day makes them hurt." She watched him carefully. "Do you give massages?" Her eyes twinkled.

"Not usually. But I guess I could," he answered rather cautiously.

"Oh, goody. Go ahead." She kicked one foot out and rotated it slowly. The movement mesmerized his eyes. This was a big step. They both knew it. 

He eased to his knees on the floor and gently removed her shoe. Like everyday, she didn't wear nylons and the feel of her soft skin was exquisitely arousing. His nostrils were filled with her delicious scent. She commented about the smell but he couldn't concentrate enough on her words to understand what she was saying. The aroma drifted through his brain like a potent aphrodisiac, numbing all common sense and turning him into a willing slave. 




New Employee



He kneaded her foot in slow sensual circles, his fingers relishing their task. He was lost in the act, consumed by an overwhelming sense of belonging. Suprememly satisfied, he realized he could remain serving her like this all day. He didn't see her as she smiled down at him, very pleased with his acceptance. They heard someone coming. The noise caused him to jump up and scurry away without saying anything.

Later that afternoon, while on an important conference call, she entered his office. She strolled in like she owned the place or maybe owned him, walking casually across the room to a nearby table. She caressed the edge like she was judging the quality. 

They stared at each other as he tried to concentrate on the call. She broke the eye contact and began exploring his office. No one had ever so brazenly interrupted him and poked around into his private things. 

She was making it clear that she had a right to do whatever she wanted, as if daring him to stop her. 

He didn't do or say anything to prevent her. He didn't know if he could stop her anyway. 

She seemed to get bored and closed the office door. Taking a chair, she scooted it over behind his desk beside him. She plopped down and sprawled backward. Watching him intently, she raised one foot and set it on his lap like he was merely her footstool. 

He stared at the intrusive object. The shoe was worn and old yet he had never seen a more desirable object. Her smooth leg lay touching his own. Finally he looked at her. She casually arched her eyebrow as if signaling to him, suggesting it was time to begin his assigned chore, right there, right now. 

It was a critical moment for it established the boundaries with her in control and him obeying. In a very overt manner she was assuming her rightful position as his Queen. Just as significantly, she was making him decide what was more important. 

Would he devote himself to her foot or continue the ridiculous phone call? 

A question was being asked over the phone. Mesmerized by her foot, he didn't catch what was asked, unable to comprehend the words or the meaning. 

The question was posed again. Becoming impatient with the people on the line, he made his choice.

"Listen. I'm going to have to get back to you. Let's reschedule this call to tomorrow, around 9," he said, hanging up. 

Without speaking, without hesitating, he gently removed the shoe and placed it on his desk. It stood there like a trophy. Beginning what he felt was his duty, he gently massaged her foot, almost reverential in manner. 

She sat quietly as she watched. 

Looking up, he discovered he couldn't take his eyes from hers, the implicit surrender hanging over them. 

"I think I deserve some new shoes, don't you?" she said softly. We both knew she didnt need an answer. 

As I kneaded her precious fesh either she moved her foot or he did, but in any case, her legs slowly parted. Her short skirt inched up her legs until the crotch of her panties could be seen. 

She was wearing a plain, white cotton pair. His fantasies were usually filled with women in exotic lingerie, but these simple panties aroused him beyond belief. The thought of the hidden beauty that lay underneath took his breath away. His throat constricted, his mouth became dry. His heart beat wildly as he succumbed to the passion she evoked in him. He choked out the words, trying to be cool.

"Oh? What's in it for me?" he said, attempting to regain some control, use some masculine flirtation to get out of this situation. She smiled smugly.

"I think you already got what's in it for you." She stared at him knowingly. "Haven't you?" Ever so softly, almost as if by accident, her foot brushed against his hardened cock. He groaned loudly as she rose to leave. 

"Meet me at the mall at 6." He sat lost in a cloud of lust as he watched her full ass strut out of his office. He sank back into his chair as he attempted to compose himself. An intense fever seared through his veins and he felt himself surrender to the erotic sensation.

Leaving work early, he stopped and fortified his courage with a couple of stiff drinks. He couldn't stay at work, not with the raging problem in his pants. His mind was confused at the situation. The masculine part of his brain said she should be offering him her body, trying to get in good with the boss. 

But it wasnt working out that way. Scolding himself, he reminded himself he shouldn't be responding so easily to her, surrendering without even demanding his rights, his needs. He debated all of the things he would say to her, all of the rules he would impose to get some relief, all of the pleasures that should be his.

But when she walked up, he forgot everything he was going to say. All he could do was stare at her domineering eyes, her voluptuous body, and her gorgeous legs. She smirked at his response, muttering something about this being too easy.

She led him to a small, out of the way shoe store. She chose a number of selections and then sat as they waited for the clerk to return.

"When he brings out the shoes, I think it would be appropriate for you to fit them on me. Don't you?" She looked deeply into his eyes. He was lost in the shadowy depths. He gulped and nodded. The clerk left after she explained the situation to him. He bent to his knees and began. He heard the clerk chuckling in the background. The embarrassment seemed to add to his lust.

He slowly removed the flats she wore that day at work. He allowed the fragrance to drift up to his nose before he fitted the high heel. She tantalized him with the process, drawing out each fitting. She stood each time, swiveling in front of his kneeling position to pose. Her firm, voluptuous ass staring him in the face each time. He was hypnotized as he somehow kept himself from leaning forward the scant few inches to kiss her cheeks. 

She noticed his reddening face as it drew close to her. 

"Not yet. You haven't been that good yet. Only when you've earned it." He groaned.

He paid and carried the packages to her car. He put them away in the trunk and walked to her open front door. She sat halfway in so that one leg dangled to the ground. He stared in open awe. She chuckled as she watched his mouth water. 

"Ok, here's your reward for tonight." She rotated her foot, the shoe dropping to the ground. He fell to his knees to retrieve it. "Before you put it back on, you may..." She let the words float into the air, as they both understood their meaning. He gently grasped her delicate foot and leaned forward to kiss it. As he sucked on her big toe she pulled it away, pushing his face back. He stayed there, kneeling on the ground, groaning in frustration. He put the shoe back on; she closed the door and left him without a further word.

The night tormented him as he replayed every moment. Although some guilt tried to work its way into his mind, he cast it aside to savor the memory. He was hooked, a slave to her passions.

The next day she was late for work. She showed up at 10 without any excuse. Her immediate supervisor confronted her but she just blew it off. He tried to get alone

with her all day but the opportunity never came. She left without even speaking to him. The next day was the same.

Under the pretext of reprimanding her on her continual tardiness, he called her to his office. He told her to shut the door and then started into his planned speech. 

But the moment she sat he was lost. Her pose in the chair, with her legs slightly apart and her skirt riding up her shapely legs made him forget what he was talking about. Instead, all he could think of was the way she was treating him

"Why haven't you talked to me?" To his chagrin, his voice sounded pleading. She stared at him in silence. Her eyes peered into his very soul. 

"Can I take you shopping again? There must be something else you need." He knew he was begging but he couldnt stop it.

"What is it," she asked, exactly that you want?" 

"I...I...I want to buy you things."

"No you don't. You want something else. You need something else. What do you need, little boy?"

The cards were on the table. There was no need to play around any more. 

"I need you. I need you to tell me what I need. I need to do whatever you want me to."

"For what? What do I get out of this, as you so aptly said the other day?"

"I'll give you money." She snorted in disgust. "I'll give you whatever you want. I'll do anything for you." He was desperate. "I'll give you everything." He surrendered. "Just let me serve you...please."

She studied him carefully. "Pick me up after work. Let's go to your home. And then we'll see." She started to get up and then sank back into the chair. "Isn't there something else?" She smiled wickedly as he fell to his knees in front of her. He caressed her shoe and bent to place a kiss upon it.

For the rest of the day he was lost in a cloud of lust. The drive to his house was a long, agonizing ordeal. He hurriedly touched up the few messes in each room. He poured himself some wine and eagerly awaited her. 

She toured the place quickly as if taking inventory. Her first command was telling him he had to move out of the master bedroom and sleep in the laundry room. He nodded as he acknowledged her right to anything and everything. She explained the rules very simply to him. 

"There will be no sex between us. I have absolutely no need for your disgusting, little penis. I have a boyfriend in any case who more than satisfies me."

"Of course, I understand. Will I get anything out of this arrangement?" he asked very nervously wanting her to take complete control. She smiled wickedly as she accepted his surrender.

"You get what I want you to get. You give me everything, your house, your car, your money," she paused as her eyes pierced deeply into his, "and your soul. What you get is the privilege of worshipping me. Occasionally you will kiss my feet, bathing my scents with your tongue. If you have been real good you may someday clean my pussy after my boyfriend is through with it. And if you are very, very good you may be allowed to lose yourself in my ass." 

She waited for his response. His breathing was short, his heart raced as he deliberated his fate. Slowly he sank to his knees and pressed his lips to her toes. She chuckled.

Now he remembers. He listened to her groans as her boyfriend, a large, muscular black man, filled her needs with his powerful thrusts. Maybe he would be called after they were done. Maybe he would be allowed to serve her, taste her, and clean her. 

That's why he was here. 

That's why he lived.



New Employee Gives Me...



New Employee Gives Me An Interview

I have two major things going for me right now: I'm hot, and I'm very successful. I know that may sound weird, considering most successful women aren't hot, but somehow I used my looks to get me where I wanted to be career wise. I'm just entering my late 20's (28 to be exact) and I am still single. My mother always wonders what is wrong with me, but what can I say? I'm not done with men as sexual objects yet to settle down. I have been with a lot of men, and always hot ones, but there is one type of man I have fantasized about since I started masturbating: A Big Black Stud!

At my job I always get to hire or fire people, which can be a lot of fun. I know it sounds cruel, but I like to be cruel sometimes. I always wear hot little outfits to accentuate my firm 5'9", 117 pound little body. I know I am lucky, because I don't work out at all and eat like a pig. I also have long blonde hair, and blue eyes. My breasts aren't big, 34B's, but they are tight and perky. My ass is tight and my legs are long, and all of me is tanned just right. I know I am bragging, but hey, I have to admit I am hot.

The other day was just another boring day interviewing a bunch of nobodies who want one position. None of them are really qualified, but I let them ramble on how they would be a perfect fit for this company, blah blah blah. I was starting to wish the day was over at about noon, but lunch time was approaching and I figured I'd have a nice lunch and relax before hearing more boring people. I had 10 minutes to go and I decided to interview one last person before I left. I called in Will and when he walked in my jaw dropped. He was so damn fine looking! He was 6'3", 200 pounds of solid muscle, shaved head and black! I was in lust immediately but tried to keep my composure. Every time I looked at him I knew he could have modeled. I asked him the same boring questions, but the whole time I was wondering if he was as big in his pants as he was on the outside.

Finally all my questions were asked and it was time for lunch. I don't know what came over me, but I asked Will if he wanted to go with me to talk about other things besides work. He said sure he would love to and stood up. That's when I noticed it: a huge bulge in his crotch. Maybe my outfit had gotten to him? I was hoping it was me. I stood up and walked towards him and out of total lust; I just started rubbing his bulge. Will started moaning and leaned down and kissed me. God his lips were so sweet and I melted in his arms. I broke our kiss and dropped to my knees and started undoing his pants. I dropped them to the floor and slid his boxers down. My mouth dropped and I started drooling. Will was easily 10 inches or more and thick. I started sucking the head of his cock and jerking his long thick shaft. Will moaned louder and grabbed the back of my head, kneading my hair in his fingers. 

I was so wet and horny that I started moaning. Will pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood me up. He started undoing my black suit coat and then took it off. He then unsnapped my black bra and started sucking on my nipples. I felt his hands on my ass kneading my ass cheeks in his giant hands. I felt him reach for my skirts zipper and slide it down. He worked my skirt down so I was only in my garter belt, thigh highs and my heels (I never wear panties). Will stood up and turned me around and had me bend over the side of the desk. I then felt him start licking my pussy with his soft tongue and I came hard. I then felt his tongue start licking my tight asshole and probe it and I let out a low guttural moan. I love it when a man licks my asshole!

As I started shaking again from another orgasm I felt Will stop and stand up. He leaned in behind me and started kissing my neck. That's when I felt it: Will's massive cock started poking its head into my super wet bald pussy. He worked just the head into me and I came again. I was shaking as he started shoving inch after inch into my super tight pussy. His cock was so thick I didn't think I could take much of it, but the way it made me feel I just started begging for more. He slowly worked more in till I felt him hit my cervix. I just knew he had to be all in but I was wrong. With one last massive thrust he slammed it all in me and I came violently. My arms fell out from me and I was laying flat on the desk, my ass high in the air with his big thick black cock buried in my pussy. Will started pulling out inch by inch and I loved every minute of it. I started screaming for him to fuck me and make me his white bitch. Will obeyed and started slamming all 10 inches back in me. His thrusts started becoming long and hard and soon my pussy tightened around his cock again with another massive orgasm. I was so wet; my juices were flowing down my thighs and down his long cock shaft. 

Will grabbed my hips and started pounding my pussy with all his might. I was cumming so much I almost blacked out. I felt like I was being split apart! Will slapped my ass hard and made me squeal. I was saying some pretty nasty stuff just begging for him to never stop. Will then took a finger and started shoving it in my asshole and I came so hard my pussy became a vice grip around his massive cock. My pussy must have gotten just tight enough for him because Will grunted and started shooting his cum deep in my pussy. I could feel every spurt hit deep in my pussy. I let out a deep moan as Will kissed my neck and kept grinding his now softening cock deep in my pussy. I felt so full, so complete. He slowly started pulling his cock out and I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy and down my thighs. With his cock out of me, I felt so empty. My pussy was a gaping hole with cum dribbling out of it.

I was still so horny and I noticed I was grinding my ass in the air. Will noticed this and got on his knees behind me again and started eating me out, devouring his own cum! No man had ever done this to me. It seems everyman is so scared of tasting HIS own cum, but not Will. He shoved his tongue deep in my gaping pussy and licked away. I was grinding my pussy and ass on his face as he kept eating me out. Will then stopped, stood up, turned me around and kissed me deep, shoving his cum in my mouth as we kissed and shared it all. I moaned with delight, and eagerly swallowed every bit if his cum he gave me. I sat down on the edge of the desk and wrapped my legs around will and begged for more cock in me. 

Will eagerly obeyed and shoved all 10 inches in me and I just came hard again. I have never felt so completely satisfied by a man ever! He took my legs and placed them over his elbows so I was almost completely bent in half and he just pounded away. I loved it so much and prayed he would never cum again. I laid back on my desk and started rubbing my tits and pinching my nipples as he fucked away. Will put my legs over his shoulders and just hammered his cock so deep in me I clenched up again with another orgasm. When I thought this orgasm would never end, Will started rubbing my clit with his thumb. This kept me over the edge and I just kept cumming and squirting juices all over his massive cock.

I was so horny I told Will to do anything, just never stop fucking me. Will got a huge grin on his face and pulled his cock out of my pussy. I groaned and whined but then I felt his cock head at my asshole's entrance. I instantly got scared. I had been fucked in the ass a lot, but never by a cock this big! I told him to be careful and he started pushing in my ass. My pussy juices had flowed enough down the crack of my ass so there was plenty of lubrication for Will and I just let out a huge moan and he slid in my ass. I decided to just get the pain over with, grabbed his ass and shoved him all in me at once. The pain was so intense, but I came so hard. I just held him there and moaned with delight. I let go of his ass and told Will to take my ass and make it his. Will started sawing that huge cock in me and I was talking even dirtier than before. There is something about having a cock in my ass that just makes me a nasty slut. He sawed his huge cock in my super tight ass for about 5 more minutes when I noticed his face start to tighten up and I felt a huge load of his cum shoot deep in my ass. 

Will pulled out of my ass and leaned down and kissed me deep. I told him he had the job, and if he wanted, he could have me anytime anywhere and anyhow he wanted. He got a huge grin and said "Anytime, anywhere and ANYHOW?"

I wonder if I got myself into something I can't handle. I'll let you know!



New Employee Orientation



Chapter 1

"Well they better win the whole thing with a 100 million dollar payroll," Carl said with a laugh. 

"Haha," Roger chuckled, "Sanderson, down the hall, went to see 'em face Boston."

"The Lakers are on their East coast swing," Carl replied, "that's gonna be a barn burner."

"Yeah, he's a huge Laker fan," said Roger. "Well, I'd love to sit here and talk about the Lakers with you all day, but I have to do these other interviews. So..."

"Yeah," interrupted Carl, "What do you think?"

"Look, you have a nice resume and God knows we could use another real basketball fan around here," Roger began. "But we don't really hire electrical engineers as traders."

"By 'don't really,' you mean 'never'," Carl replied.

"Here's the thing," Roger began, "I hire you with NO background in business or finance and you washout, it's on me. But hey, you come back with an MBA, and it's an entirely different story."

"So what would you do?" asked Carl.

"I'd be in business school next term, Carl," Roger answered, "and get A's."

"Alright man," Carl shook Roger's hand, "be easy."

"Have a good one," replied Roger.

Carl left Roger Conley's office and headed down the hall. The interview had gone well, except for the fact that he didn't come away with a job. Halfway through school, Carl realized that bankers were making obscene amounts of money without having to do a whole lot. Then, after they nearly destroyed the world's economy, taxpayer dollars were used to bail them out! He wanted in on the scam, unfortunately, he was pretty sure an engineering degree wouldn't get him there. Today's interview just confirmed a lot of what he already knew. 

Carl glanced down at his watch, "Good, only 8:47," he thought. "Over two hours 'till my other interview." Carl looked up and realized he didn't recognize where he was, "I must've walked the wrong way," Carl thought. "My sense of direction is for shit." Just before he turned around to walk the other way, he noticed the name "Bill Sanderson" on the door in front of him. Carl looked down and saw that the door was only partially closed. He reached down and attempted to turn the knob, but it was locked. When he gave it a little push, however, the door swung open. He stepped into the office and closed the door behind him.

The office was very large. It had a couch, a mini-bar, all that stuff he'd seen in the offices of big shots on TV. What piqued Carl's interest; however, were the Laker jerseys on the wall. In frames on the wall were a Shaquille O'Neal home jersey and two Kobe Bryant jerseys - both home and away. "Cool," Carl said to himself, "they're both signed."

Carl left Sanderson's office and headed back the way he came. He finally reached the long hallway leading to the elevators and began contemplating what he'd like to eat for breakfast. As pancakes and bagels flew across his mind's eye a woman stepped off one of the elevators at the end of the hall. Carl froze dead in his tracks.

She was absolutely gorgeous. She was tall, maybe an inch or two taller than Carl. She had on a thin baby blue sweater over a white halter top and a long flowing skirt with blue and yellow flowers. Her glasses were the same shade of blue as her sweater. The outfit was conservative, yet just form-fitting enough to tell that she had a beautiful figure. "Hmm," thought Carl, "she looks like a young, sexy librarian."

Carl didn't have time to consider the fact that he'd never seen a sexy librarian. She was now turning away from his line of sight. Just when he thought he'd have to pick up his pace toward the lobby, he heard her speaking to the woman at the front desk. "Good morning, I'm Michelle Allen. I'm supposed to start today."

"Yes, I remember you, Michelle," replied the woman as she handed Michelle a clipboard with several forms attached to it. "Welcome aboard. You'll just be doing some light typing since Mr. Sanderson took the day off. Fill out these forms and I'll be right back to show you what you'll be doing today."

With that, the woman walked down the hall on the opposite side of the lobby. Carl knew this would be his only chance to talk to her, but he had no idea what to say. "Bothering a woman on her first day at work, that's a good way to get a number," Carl thought. He kept walking toward her and was just a few feet from Michelle as she was sitting down. When she looked up, Carl knew that he had to say something. "Ms. Allen, correct?" Carl asked.

"Yes," Michelle answered questioningly.

"I'm Bill Sanderson, you'll be working directly for me," said Carl.

"Oh... Mr. Anderson, I mean Sanderson, it's nice to finally meet you," Michelle replied. She was a little nervous and eager to make a first impression. She stood up and extended her hand.

Carl smiled as he shook her hand. "I can't believe I said that silly shit," thought Carl. "I also can't believe that she's never met her future boss." That's when Carl got an idea. He wasn't sure what Sanderson looked like and he sure as hell didn't expect this to work. "But hell," he thought, "it's worth a try."

"Come on down to my office," said Carl, "you can fill out those tax forms there."

Michelle stood and followed Carl to Sanderson's office. As they walked down the hall, Carl was nervous that they might be seen. When he saw a man coming toward them, he dropped his head and looked at the floor. Fortunately, the man was reading something and barely noticed them. 

When they arrived at the office, Carl directed Michelle to sit on the couch. "Relax, take a load off," said Carl. "We have a few things to discuss." As she turned toward the couch, Carl noticed a picture frame on Sanderson's desk. He had no idea who was in the photograph, but he was sure that he shouldn't risk it. He snatched up the photo and dropped it in a desk drawer. He thought the noise would alarm Michelle. But she turned and sat down as though nothing was wrong. "Yeah," Carl thought, "I'm going through 'my' desk drawers. Why would she find that odd?" He gave the desk one more look, and Carl walked over and closed the door. As he strolled back toward the desk, he took the time to admire Michelle once more. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands folded on her knee. Her sensible, classy appearence made her that much more attractive. As he leaned back against the desk, he noticed how far away from her he was. It was at least fifteen feet. Just as he was about to speak, Michelle decided to break the silence.

"I'm really happy to be starting today," Michelle began. "The job market is terrible."

"Yes, I know," Carl replied. "Unemployment is way up... but that leads me to some things I wanted to discuss with you. We recently changed our interview process. Normally, I'd interview you but the board decided they wanted to do things differently and... well, I just want to make sure we're on the same page."

"Well I have two years experience as an administrative assistant," said Michelle. "I'm finishing school at night and I really feel like I'll be an asset here..."

"You don't have to sell yourself," Carl cut her off, "I've read your resume. I know you're qualified and I trust Roger's judgment. But there are things that need to be addressed that aren't brought up in a traditional corporate interview."

"Like what, Mr. Sanderson?" Michelle asked.

"Well, as you already stated this is a wonderful opportunity for you," began Carl. "If you work hard and play ball, you'll have a chance to make a lot of money and open doors that would otherwise be closed to you. Now, even though you'll be leaving at 4 most of the time, I usually don't leave until around 8. I spend more time here than I do at home. What that means is," Carl continued, "I don't have time to spend on certain activities that others do. That's where you come in."

"Oh, you want me to pick up dry cleaning and things like that?" asked Michelle. "I did that at my last job."

"No, we won't waste your time with things like that," said Carl. "It's like this, for the most part, we don't really need individual administrative assistants. We have an executive administrative assistant that runs the office. And I may send one letter a week. I type my own e-mails. There just isn't a lot of filing and busy work for you to do. But there are very important tasks that you'll be required to complete for me from time to time."

"What tasks?" Michelle asked with a big, eager smile.

Carl shrugged, "Tasks of a sexual nature. You know, every now and then."

"What... I can't do that," Michelle answered.

"And that's perfectly fine," assured Carl. "I don't want to have to hire someone else. But if you can't do the job, there's nothing wrong with that."

Michelle got up and walked toward the door. Carl sat down at "his" desk and picked up the phone as though he had work to do. Just because his plan hadn't worked didn't mean he had to let her know that it was a scam all along. As soon as she left, he could leave and take the stairs down a floor or two and hop on the elevator. She turned back toward Carl momentarily. Carl resisted the urge to look up at her. "Holy shit, she might come back..." thought Carl. But his hopes were dashed when she opened the door. 

Michelle was halfway out the door when she froze in her tracks. She really wanted this job. The hours were better. The pay was better. This was just the opportunity she was waiting for. Now, she was about to walk away from it all in this economy. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. "At least he's nice looking," thought Michelle. She backed her way back through the doorway. Carl heard the lock click and looked up. Michelle just stood in front of the door with her back him. "Ok," uttered Michelle.

"I'll have to call you back," said Carl as he ended his fake phone call. "Yes, Miss Allen?"

"Ok... I mean, I want the job," Michelle answered.

In his mind, Carl was jumping around and cheering. "I can't believe this shit is working!" Carl thought. He was fighting his hardest to make sure he didn't have a big goofy grin on his face. He quickly opened Microsoft One Note and clicked "Record Video" and stuck his flash drive in a USB port. Carl stood up casually and walked toward her. He noticed that Michelle was looking at the floor. She looked just plain sad. "Don't look so down. Here, come sit down with me and relax," instructed Carl. 

Carl took Michelle by the hand and led her to the couch. He gently tilted her chin up so she was looking him in the eye. "I was serious when I told you that you don't have to do anything you don't want to, understand?" Carl asked.

"Yes, okay," Michelle replied.

Carl turned her to the side so that Michelle's back was facing her. He grasped her shoulders and began to give her a neck rub. "If I don't loosen her up a bit," Carl thought, "this won't even be worth it. Ever so slowly, Michelle began leaning backward into him. Her scent was intoxicating. Carl couldn't hold out any longer. He slowly brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. Michelle shivered and began melting in his arms. Feeling liberated, Carl pushed her sweater off her shoulders and brushed her hands lightly along the sides of her breasts. Michelle lept from the couch in a start. When she realized what she'd done, she turned toward Carl. He spoke first, "Sorry, did I do something wrong..?"

"No not at all," Michelle interrupted. "It's just... can I tell you something?"

"That's just fucking great," Carl thought as he nodded assuringly, "Now she wants to talk."

"I had my boobs done recently," Michelle began, "well not that recently..."

"What?" Carl was confused, "they're so, well not small. They look so normal. I mean, at least they do through your shirt."

"Well, I was an A," Michelle explained, "and since I'm tall a small C doesn't look big. Really, I didn't even want the damn things. My dad was always a jerk growing up and now he's always trying to buy me things... I don't want to talk about him. The point is that my breasts are still a little sore. I just got up the nerve to start surfing again and..."

"You surf?" Carl asked.

"Yeah," Michelle replied, "before I got my boobs done I used to go to the beach every evening. That's why my hair is so light. The sun bleached it."

"Anyway, want to see them?" Michelle asked matter of factly.

"No, I changed my mind," Carl joked.

Michelle slowly unbuttoned her sweater and began twirling it above her head. She strode toward him with the sexiest walk she could muster. When she was within arm's reach, she wrapped her sweater around the back of his head and pulled his face toward her chest. Michelle withdrew just before his face touched her and walked away. Michelle then turned her head back toward him, laughed and said, "I saw that in a movie." 

Carl smiled, if she was more comfortable with what she was doing, it would've been a turn off. After all, who wants their made up image of someone else shattered by reality?

Michelle lifted her halter top over her head and tossed it aside. She unhooked the clasps on her bra and threw it behind her missing Carl badly. Michelle turned slowly removing her hands from her breasts. Carl was amazed. He expected there to be something wrong with her breasts since she was so self conscious about them. But there wasn't; they were perfect. They were round and perky, but not hard looking. Her nipples were erect and framed by her tanlines. "They must've been put in through her belly button because I don't see any scars," Carl thought.

Carl stood and grabbed her hand. He sat on the couch and laid Michelle across his lap. He gently kissed on of her nipples. Michelle looked extremely nervous. Carl slid his right hand inside her skirt and cupped her pussy. Michelle's eyes widened a little as she placed her hand on top of Carl's. She didn't move it, though. Carl gently rubbed her bald pussy applying light pressure to her clit with the heel of his hand. Michelle's face began to flush. She removed her glasses and held them in her hand. Carl took them from her and placed them on the end table. As soon as he set them down he slipped his middle finger inside her. Michelle gasped at the sudden stimulation. Carl swirled his finger against her g-spot and found her clit with his thumb. Michelle closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Carl moved his hand faster and faster, determined to get her off quickly. Just as his hand was beginning to cramp, Michelle shifted toward him and came. She let out the softest muffled shriek in a obvious attempt at being as quiet as possible. Carl removed his soaked fingers from her skirt. Michelle just laid across Carl's lap with her arms around his waist.

After a couple of minutes, Michelle looked up at him and asked, "How'd you do that?" 

Carl just smirked and said, "Stand up."

He knelt behind her and unzipped her skirt. He then slid her panties over her generous hips and immediately began kissing and licking her ass cheeks. She was absolutely gorgeous and Carl was instantly rock hard. He pulled her panties down to the floor and Michelle stepped out of them. Then Carl thought, "well, I guess this is where it get's ruined."

Carl lifted Michelle's left leg slightly and slipped off her shoe. "Oh thank God," Carl thought, "Cute feet." She'd polished her toenails a pastel blue. "She must've done that today," Carl thought since it matched her outfit. Carl removed her other shoe and stood up. 

He grabbed her breasts and began kissing her neck. "Careful, they're very sensitive," Michelle said as she held Carl's hands still against her breasts. Carl ran his hands down across her abdomen as he placed kisses all over her back. He kissed and licked her ass and legs. Michelle let out a sigh as she enjoyed the attention she was receiving. 

Carl unzipped his pants as he kissed her calves. He stepped out of one leg as he stood up. "Touch your toes," Carl ordered. Carl reached in his pocket pulled out his emergency rubber. He gazed at Michelle's amazing ass as he rolled the condom over his aching cock. He spread her cheeks and strongly considered trying to force his cock in her tight little asshole. But he chickened out and penetrated her pussy. Michelle immediately stood up, flinging her curly hair into Carl's face. A little annoyed and immensely turned on, Carl grabbed her forearms and pulled her toward him as he slammed into her cunt as hard as he could.

Carl pumped into Michelle's gorgeous body as hard and fast as he could as the smell of sex filled the room. He grabbed and kneaded her surprisingly soft tits. "Oh shit!" Michelle whispered as Carl began rubbing her clit, "You're gonna make me fall."

"C'mon, walk with me," said Carl as he turned her toward the desk. They took comical little steps together across the office. Both were careful not to disengage, as though it really mattered. When they got behind the desk, Carl was pleased to see the screensaver on the computer monitor. Carl pointed Michelle toward it and began pumping again. Carl grabbed her hair and pulled so he could see her reflection in the monitor. Her luscious lips were slightly parted. She was panting heavily. Carl reached between her legs and brought her to another orgasm. Her amazing tits bounced back and forth as she shook beneath him.

While Michelle was still cumming, Carl lifted her up on the desk and turned her face up. She giggled and tossed her hair back over the edge of the desk with both hands. "Having fun?" Carl asked.

"Don't talk, just use this," said Michelle as she grabbed his dick. Carl leaned over her and began fucking her missionary across the desk. Michelle turned her head to the side and Carl kissed her neck and he stroked her. She turned her head the other way as a familiar expression began to grow across her face. Carl must've inadvertently begun slowing down because Michelle barked, "Don't stop!" at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her as hard as she could. 

"Goddamn it!" Carl thought as Michelle yanked on his neck. She finally loosened her grip as her orgasm subsided. Carl was still pumping in and out of her when she put her hand on his chest and said, "Wait, the condom, it's starting to hurt." 

"Ok," Carl said. He bent over her and kissed her deeply. Then, he dragged her to her knees in front of him. Carl ripped off his condom and tossed it aside. Michelle was now face to face with his dick. "I'm not going to do that on the first time," Michelle said. 

"How many times did you cum?" Carl asked rhetorically.

"That doesn't mean I have to suck your dick," Michelle argued. "I can jack you off. I have some lotion in my bag."

"Yeah, go get that," said Carl.

Michelle wobbled a little on her first few steps away from Carl. She looked back at him and chuckled a little. She retrieved the lotion and knelt down infront of him. Just before she squirted some in her hand, Carl said, "Now, back to you sucking my dick."

"Look, I said I'd get you off, but I'm not going to put your dick in my mouth today," Michelle explained. 

"Handjobs are for 12 year olds," replied Carl.

"If you didn't want a handjob why'd you let me get the loti..." Carl thrust his hips toward Michelle while she was talking. The head of his cock slipped slightly between her lips before she turned away. 

"Uhh, condom," she grunted.

"Almost," Carl laughed.

"Alright look," Michelle began, "hurry up and cum. And I'm not a professional cocksucker so I don't want to hear a lot of complaining." Michelle reached for his dick and began to stroke his shaft. She licked her lips and wrapped them around the head. Carl watched intently as his cock slid in and out of her lips. Her toungue swirling around his cock.

"Open your mouth wide," Carl ordered. Michelle complied and for some reason, opened her eyes wide as well. Carl began to poke his dick into her cheek, enjoying the sight of fucking her gorgeous face. Then he changed the angle, got carried away, and poked the back of her throat. Michelle gagged hard, withdrew reflexively, and began coughing. "Sorry," Carl said as she continued to cough. He really was sorry, but it still turned him on. She was just so fucking sexy. That's when he got an idea. 




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Carl bent down and scooped Michelle up in his arms. He layed her across the desk and handed her a tissue. He watched her as she wiped her mouth and took a moment to enjoy her amazing body. He grabbed the lotion and squirted some on her feet. "So for gagging I get a foot massage," Michelle asked with a grin."

"Well, yeah, sort of," Carl replied. He then climbed on the desk, knelt in front of her, and pressed her toes against both sides of his dick. 

As Michelle watched him thrust, more amused than anything, she said, "So you like feet, huh? Freak."

"Freak? Hmm... okay," said Carl with a smile. He moved forward and straddled her chest, pinning her arms to her sides. He grabbed and massaged her amazing tits as Michelle just stared up at him. Carl reached back and grabbed the lotion, squirting a little between her beautiful breasts. 

"What are you doing?" Michelle, asked. She seemed legitimately confused, which made Carl's dick jump. 

"I'm giving you a breast massage," answered Carl. With that, he squeezed her breasts together, pushed them up toward her chin, pointed his dick toward her cleavage and thrusted.

"Uh," Michelle grunted as her cleavage was penetrated. "I guess you really like my boobs."

He enjoyed watching her talk while the head of his cock touched her chin with each thrust. It was too distracting to talk back, however. Fortunately, Michelle wouldn't stop talking even though he wasn't responding. "This actually does feel nice," said Michelle. "It is like a massage. You know, a really dirty one."

"She is so fucking cute," Carl thought as he fucked her tits. He could tell he was losing it because images of Michelle were almost superimposing themselves over each other in his mind. A dab of precum was shining on the point of her chin from where his dick kept poking her. "Where do you want it?" Carl asked.

"Want what? Your cum," Michelle asked. "Don't cum on me, we still have to work, remember?"

Listening to her say not to cum on her was an incredible turn on. "You face or in your mouth?"

"I'm not going to let you cum in my mouth," Michelle stated defiantly.

Carl was breathing very deliberately as his orgasm approached, "Okay, your face or your tits?"

"Fine, just cum between my boobs," Michelle conceded.

After a few more strokes, Carl released Michelle's breasts and leaned forward. Holding her head still with his left hand and his dick in his right, Carl shot a glob of cum at her pretty face. "Unmph," Michelle grunted as semen hit her right eyelid. Her mouth flew open in surprise and Carl adjusted his aim. He jerked his cock frantically into her open mouth. As soon as Michelle felt the fluid touch her toungue, she forced it out and it dribbled across her cheek onto the desk. Michelle's face now flat against the desk, Carl massaged his dick against her right cheek as the remaining cum poured from his cock. Carl gazed at the lovely vision of his semen running down the side of her face across her nostrils.

When he finally let her go, Michelle turned her head up at him without opening her eyes and asked, "How you gonna just cum on me like this is a porno."

"Well, maybe it is," said Carl with a laugh.

"Just hand me the tissue," said Michelle. She was clearly a little pissed. 

Carl hopped off the desk. Michelle just laid there with her eyes shut tight and her hand stuck out. She heard a couple of key and mouse clicks. Then she heard tissue being pulled. Carl placed a wad of tissue in her hand and stuffed his flash drive in his pocket. Michelle sat up on the desk as she wiped her eyes, "That was fun until you gunked up my eyelashes," said Michelle. Carl was too busy pulling his pants up to respond. "I mean seriously..."

She heard the door shut. Michelle opened her eyes and Carl was gone.

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Michelle sat on her bed with her laptop watching an episode of "30 Rock" on her DVR. Only a few days had gone by since her encounter with Carl. She didn't feel terrible about it, but she was very creeped out. All day Thursday and Friday at work she'd been looking around assuming she'd run into him. After all, "He had to work in the building, or maybe nearby, right?" thought Michelle.

She'd quickly figured that he wasn't Bill Sanderson. A cold chill came over her when she remembered how she felt when she realized something was off. Sitting on that desk, nude, cleaning herself off, "Shit, that was fucking stupid," Michelle said to herself. She cleaned up his office the best she could and made her way back to the lobby. She was certain nobody saw her, which was good. On the other hand, there was lotion, or maybe semen on her W-4 form. Fortunately, the receptionist didn't seem to care that she'd been gone almost an hour and hadn't seemed to have done anything. "I guess she was too busy to notice," Michelle thought.

She really felt like a fool when she met the real Bill Sanderson the next day. He was middle aged, flabby, and balding. It never occurred to her that the fake Sanderson didn't look any older than her. She was thinking about how terrible it must be to have sex with a guy like that when an email popped up in her account. It said it was from bill.sanderson4@gmail.com. She immediately thought it was from the mystery guy she'd fucked.

Michelle opened the email and it said:

For our eyes only.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=IV6IOEMS

Michelle clicked the link and saw a countdown. She immediately closed the page and looked back at her television. She stared through the screen for a moment, pushed her glasses back up her nose, and clicked the link again. As the counter counted down, she read the name of the file aloud softly to herself, "for_our_eyes_only.wmv."

Michelle opened the file. A black screen with the text, "FOR OUR EYES ONLY" appeared in her media player. It cross faded into a woman gyrating back and forth with curly, sandy-colored hair covering her face. Michelle instantly knew it was her. She was being fucked from behind and now she was looking right into the camera. Michelle watched in disbelief at the fact that she was watching herself cum. Then she was on her back, writhing in ecstasy as a man nearly completely cut out of the frame fucked her silly. The taste of latex came back into her mouth as she watched herself greedily sucking dick. Michelle instinctively wrapped her arms across her bosom as she watched her tits getting fucked. She brought an index finger to her lips as she watched herself demand that he not cum on her. She was slightly disgusted, but she couldn't look away. Even though she knew how it ended, Michelle watched with anticipation as he thrust into her breasts for the final time and satisfied his lust for her all over her pretty face. She bit down on her finger as she watched the sticky semen dry on her face.

Michelle closed her laptop lid. The room seemed much darker with just the glow of the TV lighting the room. She glanced over at the clock. "12:17," she thought, "I have to be up in less than 7 hours." As Michelle rolled over to place her laptop under her bed, she noticed something, "Shit, I'm wet," she thought. She shivered, even though she wasn't the slightest bit cold. She reached in her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator. She reached for the remote and pulled the covers over her head. Michelle's hand emerged from under her blanket.

*click*

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Chapter 2

Monday was a typical day at work for Michelle. She went to work, was asked to do very little, and was paid well for it. She went to the beach to surf, but the waves were lousy. Instead, Michelle got in a volleyball game. Upon returning home, she logged onto her laptop and found another email from bill.sanderson4@gmail.com with no subject. The only text was, "I'm going to call you at 7:00 tonight. Answer your phone." It was 6:35. 

"I have to shower," Michelle thought, not particularly pleased with the idea of getting sand all over her apartment. She ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. Michelle went over what she would say when "Bill" called over and over in her head. As she was rinsing off, her phone rang.

Michelle slid open her door and reached out toward the vanity, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," said Carl. "I wanted to tell you..."

"I'm still in the shower, I have to call you back," Michelle interupted.

"Didn't I tell you I was gonna call you at 7? Why would you get in the shower?" asked Carl.

"You know just because you pretend to be my boss doesn't make you... forget it," Michelle was becoming frustrated, "I'll call you back." Michelle ended the call.

About ten minutes later, Michelle, called Carl back. Ignoring standard greetings, Carl explained "I just wanted to say that we should meet somewhere." 

"You know, that's good, because I was just going to suggest the same thing," agreed Michelle. 

"Cool," Carl replied, "how about Shooters at 8:30? It's like a bar about a block from your building."

"It'll have to be later," said Michelle, "How about 9?"

"Cool, see you up there," said Carl.

"Can't wait," answered Michelle. She really was excited to see him. She was convinced that he was going to attempt to blackmail her into having sex with him again. After all, why else would he want to meet? This time, however, she was going to be ready. Plus, this was the perfect day for this. She pulled a new black dress from her closet with one hand as she dried her hand with the other.

"His cock's gonna explode when he sees me in this," Michelle said to herself. 

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Carl sat at a corner table in Shooters. He took a swig from his drink and noticed a couple of other guys looking toward the door. When Carl looked up, Michelle was standing in front of him. Her hair was pinned up. She wore a long black dress with a plunging neckline. "Late for the ball," Carl asked sarcastically. 

"You just wish you were taking me," Michelle replied as she sat down. "And who brings Gatorade to a bar?!"

"I came here to talk to you," Carl replied, "and what's the point of drinking alone?"

"You're really strange," Michelle began, "but I don't care about that. For once, you're going to listen."

"Great, I like listening," said Carl.

Michelle leaned across the small table and spoke in a low, stern tone, "You had sex with me against my will and were stupid enough to film it. I've contacted a lawyer. You're going to jail."

"What?!" Carl exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down," Michelle continued, "now, I'm prepared to..."

"Okay, let me just stop you there," Carl interrupted, "you obviously have someplace to be, so I'm going to look into my crystal ball and give you a quick reality check. First of all, everything you did of your own free will. Secondly, that will all be obvious to the prosecutor handling the case after the first few seconds of that video. He'll decline to prosecute; then he or someone in his office will post that shit on youporn that night."

"Excuse me," Michelle began, "where'd you go to law school."

"Ha ha ha," Carl laughed sarcastically, "nowhere, but I do predict human behavior pretty well. My record's even clean. You, on the other hand, were arrested 6 years ago for disorderly conduct. What are they gonna charge me with, making you cum too many times?"

"What?!" Michelle asked, "how in the hell'd you know that?"

"Your employer crawled up your ass prior to hiring you," said Carl. "You didn't wonder why I knew where you lived? It's all in your personel file. Which, as your 'boss', I have access to."

Michelle didn't like how this was going. She felt foolish for even agreeing to meet him. Michelle dug through her purse for her cell phone. "Damnit, it's 9:20," said Michelle. "I have a date."

"Fine," said Carl, "we'll continue this later."

Michelle turned back briefly, "No we won't," and she left the bar.

Carl sat sipping his Gatorade for a minute before getting up to leave. He was upset that he didn't really get to address anything he wanted to discuss. He really wanted to have sex with her again. It was clear that he had made no progress toward that goal. Then again, he realized that was probably a pipe dream in the first place. What he'd done was pretty slimy, and since she knew, she had no reason not to hate him. "Fuck," Carl said to himself as he stood up to leave.

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Carl sat on his couch playing Call of Duty. He was still a novice at the game and it showed. His headset was buzzing, "On your left, take him out!" 

"I'm trying!" Carl exclaimed. "Man, I've been looking for a job, I ain't had time to play this shit!"

"Fool you stink out loud," came through Carl's headset. Just then, Carl's phone buzzed. He glanced to his side and saw that it was Michelle. He nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement. 

"Hey, I gotta jump off, but I'm still playing," Carl informed his teammates. He unplugged his headset from his game controller and plugged it into his phone. "Yeah," Carl answered.

"Hey..." Michelle began, but didn't continue.

"Hello?" Carl asked. He figured maybe the call dropped.

"I'm sorry," Michelle tried to regain her composure, "I just... can we talk for a while."

"Sure," Carl answered casually, "everything okay, how was your date?"

"It started out really nice," Michelle began, "we went to Cavalini's..."

"What the hell is a Cavalini?" Carl interrupted.

"It's a really nice restaurant," Michelle said, "and really expensive. The bill was over $200."

"Oh... a rich guy?" Carl said condescendingly. "Old dude?"

"No, it's not what you think," said Michelle. "He has some family money. He runs a few grocery stores. What is that clicking?"

Carl was concetrating on his game, so it took him a second to answer, "I'm playing Call of Duty, or more accurately, I'm participating in a game of Call of Duty."

"So you're not listening to me at all?" asked Michelle.

Carl immediately rattled off a response, "started off nice, Cavalini's, $200, with 'inherited grocery stores' guy. I've decided to name him Bob."

In spite of being irritated with his tone. Michelle was impressed with how closely he was listening. "Well, anyway," she continued, "we danced and it was fun. But I just wasn't really feeling it, you know? It's hard to explain, I just didn't... I don't know."

"He wanted to... umm, he wanted the night to contiue and you just weren't really in the mood?" Carl asked.

"Exactly," Michelle answered. "We got back to his apartment and he just wouldn't let me go home. We spent at least 10 minutes outside of his building with the uncomfortable back and forth thing going."

Suddenly, this was less boring to Carl, "That doesn't sound too pleasant."

"Well it got worse," Michelle continued. "He called me just now and was trying to, I don't know, pleasure me through the phone..?"

"Like phone sex?" Carl asked.

"Yeah, sorta, I think," said Michelle. "But really one-sided, like he was telling me he was going to do things to me, but he was being all vague. Plus he was breathing really heavy and I could tell he was kinda, doing stuff to himself."

"Well," Carl replied "it sounds like he likes you, right?"

"You don't understand..." Michelle began.

"No, I get it," Carl interrupted, "I was really just joking. It was weird and now you feel bad. You obviously like the guy, then he up and pulls this bullshit on you. He turned what was a nice evening into something you'd like to forget."

"Yeah, exactly..." Michelle didn't really know what to say. Finally she just said what was on her mind. "Can I come over?"

Carl's mind did a backflip. Suddenly, losing 5 games of Call of Duty in a row didn't seem to matter. "Sure, come through."

"Where do you live?" Michelle asked.

"About 10 minutes from you," Carl replied.

"How do you know where I live?" Michelle asked.

"I'm your boss, remember?" Carl answered with a laugh. "How in the hell does a 13 year old girl get arrested for disorderly conduct?"

"Well I was skating with my friends and... you know what, just forget I called," said Michelle.

"Look, I was just messing with you," said Carl realizing he'd fucked up a little, "to answer your question: yeah, you can come through, if you want."

"I'm NOT fucking you," Michelle blurted out. She felt as though she needed to make that point clear to him. 

"Who said anything about fucking?" Carl asked, pretending that wasn't the sole thing on his mind. "You asked for an invitation, and I gave you one. That's all." 

"As long as you know," said Michelle. "I'll see you in... 10 minutes, I guess."

"Cool," Carl said as he ended the call.

By force of habit, Michelle walked into her closet and began to pick out something to wear. She turned back and forth a few times trying to make a decision, then she thought, "Screw him! And it's 1:30 in the morning," thought Michelle. "Who am I trying to impress?" Michelle grabbed a hoodie out of her dresser and turned to leave. Before walking away, she couldn't help but give her hair a quick look. When she turned toward the mirror, she was glad she'd hesitated. "I should PROBABLY put a bra on," Michelle said to herself. So, michelle took her own advice as fast as she could and rushed out the door. 

Michelle had already started her car when she realized she didn't know exactly where she was going. She re-dialed Carl. "I didn't tell you where to go," Carl stated flatly as he answered.

"Do you ever answer the phone with a 'hello'?" Michelle asked.

"No," Carl quickly answered, "we live on the same street, which is fucking strange. Just head east a few miles until you get to that Jack in the Box. I'm on the 3rd floor of the building across the street."

"Uh, Jack in the Box?" Michelle grunted, "gross."

"Yeah, 'cause you gotta eat there first," Carl said sarcastically, "otherwise you can't come in."

"Okay, okay," Michelle began, "you know, you aren't nearly as funny as you think you are."

"Yes, I am," blurted Carl before quickly ending the call. 

Michelle drove toward Carl's keeping an eye out on both sides for the burger joint. She had an idea where it was, but she wasn't exactly sure. Before long, she saw the Jack in the Box sign and pulled over. It wasn't until she approached the door to Carl's building that she became apprehensive. "It's almost 2 in the morning," Michelle thought, "and I'm at his... Shit! I don't even know his name! I'm leaving, this was a stupid idea." 

Michelle turned back toward the street and looked around. There were a few people kind of just hanging around, and that freaked her out a little. Michelle quickly stepped back up to the buzzer and hit the one labled "3" several times. Carl buzzed her up. Michelle flung the door open and dashed frantically up the steps. She stumbled on the last flight, and briefly regretted wearing flip-flops instead of running shoes. Carl opened the deadbolt to his apartment with one hand and played Call of Duty even worse than before with the other. Before he could even step away from the door he heard a knock. "What is your name?" Michelle asked, trying to not seem spooked.

"Carl," Carl answered as he stepped aside, "come in, sit wherever." 

Michelle sat on the couch against the arm opposite Carl. She looked at the videogame on the TV and was instantly bored. Plus, she was feeling pretty sleepy. "I need to lay down," Michelle thought. She kicked her flip-flops off and curled up on the couch.




New Employee Orientation



"Man, what are you talking about and why aren't you killing anybody?! blared through Carl's headset.

"Look I'm killing as fast as I can!" Carl yelled back.

"Do you realize how ridiculous you look?" asked Michelle.

"Or, you can leave," answered Carl dismissively.

"Too late," Michelle taunted, "I'm already quite..." Michelle stretched her arms and legs out gently kicking Carl's arm, "comfortable." With that, she crossed her legs and propped her feet up on his knee.

Carl actually found her playful antics funny, but decided not to give her the satisfaction of laughing. Carl glanced in Michelle's direction, "Sweatpants, no shoes, very elegant."

"The dress and everything was Bob," Michelle began. "You get..." she was clearly getting sleepy, "this."

Carl knew he had to concentrate. His team was on their way to their first win of the night if they could just hold it together. When the game was over, satisfied with a dismal 1 and 4 record, Carl decided to sign off - ending on a high note. He looked at his cell phone, "2:23?!" Carl exclaimed to himself. He turned toward Michelle, who was comfortably dozing on his couch. "Fanfuckingtastic," Carl thought to himself, "I've become a flop-house for wayward chicks coming off bad dates."

"I outta wake you up and throw your ass out," Carl said with a laugh. Michelle didn't even stir. Since she was obviously out cold, Carl decided to just let her stay. He walked to the linen closet and found a clean pillow case. Carl grabbed a pillow from his bedroom and put the fresh pillow case on it.

When Carl returned to the living room, he found Michelle still sleeping. He gently laid the pillow across her and went back to his bedroom.

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"Wake up," Carl whispered as he shook Michelle. "I didn't know what to make you," Carl continued, "hopefully, there's something there you can eat." On the tray in front of her, he placed a plate containing 2 egg whites, a piece of toast, and sliced strawberries. "There's some orange juice in the fridge if you want it, but I gotta get dressed for work," said Carl as he left the room.

"Umm...thanks?" Michelle uttered, barely remembering where she was. She sat up and looked at her plate, "It looks good," she thought to herself, "but why such small portions?" 

As she was finishing her strawberries, Carl ran into the kitchen. "Good, you're done," Carl began, "'cause I gotta go." He grabbed her plate and threw it in the dishwasher. "Don't you have to work, too?"

"I called in sick while you were getting dressed," Michelle responded. "I mean, *cough* *cough*, Michelle said, mimicing the voicemail she left her boss, "I'm really sick, I don't think I can make it in today." She then looked up, and flashed a big, bright smile.

"Wonderful," Carl was not amused, "I'd like to be on time, so let's go."

"You know, you're a hater," Michelle said as she followed Carl into the stairwell, "you know that was funny and you're just mad that you have to work and I get to go to the beach."

Carl stopped momentarily on the stairs in front of her. "Hmm..." he pretended to think out loud, "Nope. Not funny and good bye." Carl exited the door of his building, but was held up when Michelle yanked his arm. 

"You have a lady spend the night and you're not even gonna hug me goodbye?" asked Michelle, with a smile. Carl just stood there glaring at her. Undeterred, Michelle threw her arms over his shoulders and hugged him as hard as she could. After a few seconds, she felt Carl's arms around her waist. Michelle whispered "thank you" in his ear.

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Tuesday, 4:45 p.m.

Carl's phone buzzed across his desk, "Yes," Carl answered.

"What's really good, Boo?" Michelle blurted into the phone.

"What??" Carl asked.

"I said, 'What's really good, Boo?'" Michelle repeated.

"You can't be serious," Carl replied.

"You mean I don't sound 'down'?" asked Michelle.

"No," Carl answered, "and I'm busy right now, so..."

"I don't mean to bother you at work," Michelle could tell he was getting impatient. "I just wanted to ask you if you were free later."

"I have some stuff I have to take care of," Carl replied.

"C'mon, I just want to ask you something," said Michelle. "It'll take ten minutes."

"Oh, are you going to invite me to the winter cotillion?" Carl joked.

"No, what..? What's a 'cotillion'?" asked Michelle.

"I don't know," Carl began, "you're the one looking for someone to take you to it."

Now, Michelle was starting to get annoyed, "You know? You're really fucking weird sometimes."

"Boss is coming. I'll be around after 7," Carl blurted out before he hung up the phone.

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Tuesday, 7:20 p.m.

Carl was putting his dishes away when his buzzer rang. When he let Michelle in, she plopped on the couch and made herself at home. "You need to move," Michelle began, "it's not that I'm scared to come over here. It's that when I do, I fear for my safety."

Carl laughed and sat down on the floor in front of Michelle. She stretched out on the couch and exhaled, "So, what's crackin', Carl-tons?"

"Carltons?" asked Carl, "but my name's not 'Carlton'."

"But your name is Carl and you're tons of fun, Boo," joked Michelle. "Maybe I'll just go back to calling you Boo, yeah, I like that."

"Or maybe you just call me Carl, which is my name," said Carl.

"But, I FEEL like I can call you anything I want because I'm smoking hot," answered Michelle with a smile. "Like Rudy used to do on the Cosby Show to that kid Bud."

"Well, you really made me regret this," said Carl as he stood up.

"Okay, okay. I'll be serious," said Michelle, "I have a proposal for you. You know how we met..?"

"Yeah," a smile crept over Carl's face. Then it quickly faded away, "it's been all downhill since."

"Oh you know you love it," Michelle began, "I come over here, I brighten your day, I make you laugh. I'm just delightful."

Carl didn't respond.

"Anyway," Michelle continued, "you made a video of me without me knowing, which is a total creeper move. You owe me."

"Owe you what?" Carl asked.

"Another video," Michelle answered.

"Done," Carl replied as he stood. He grabbed Michelle and threw her over his shoulder and proceeded toward his bedroom.

"Wait, Carl..." Michelle shrieked.

Carl set Michelle down in front of him. 

"Geez, what is wrong with you?" Michelle asked.

"You said you wanted to make a movie," Carl began, "so let's go make it."

"I said 'you OWE me a movie'," said Michelle.

"What's the difference," asked a frustrated Carl.

"Well, this time you aren't allowed to touch me," answered Michelle.

Clearly, Carl was skeptical. "Naw, this sounds like one of those things where you try to hang me from the ceiling and whip me and shit. Fuck that."

"Uh, do I look like one of those white girls that thinks they're a vampire?" Michelle continued, "Wearing all that ugly eye makeup and listening to sad music all the time."

"I think you're confusing being gothic with being a dominatrix," Carl replied.

"Whatever," Michelle began, "we made a porn for you. Now I want to make a porn for me."

"I don't know..." Carl skeptically replied.

"Well, this is the only way we're ever having sex again," said Michelle. Then, she leaned into his ear and whispered, "and I FEEL like you want to fuck me again." Michelle walked toward the front door and opened it. "I have to go," Michelle continued, "let me know what you wanna do, Carl-tons," and she closed the door behind her.

Two hours later, Michelle received a text message from Carl saying, "Cool, I'm in." She replied, "Awesome. 9 @ my place on Friday!"

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Tuesday, 8:58 p.m.

"Hey, come in!" welcomed Michelle as she opened her door. "Want something to drink?"

"No, thanks," Carl answered.

"Here, you should have some water," said Michelle as she reached in her refrigerator. She handed him a bottle of water, "okay, follow me."

They walked down the hallway to Michelle's bedroom. "Holy shit," said Carl as he stepped through her bedroom door. She'd created a film set: complete with lighting, two cameras, and a backdrop. There were also spots marked on the floor with tape. 

"You like?" Michelle asked with a self-satisfied grin. "It's no PC webcam, but I think it'll work."

Carl was starting to put it all together. All of this had been too easy. Now, he'd walked onto a porn set. "Are you a porn star?" Carl blurted out.

"What?!" Michelle was clearly offended.

"Stripper?" asked Carl.

"Idiot, no!" Michelle exclaimed. "What is wrong with you?"

"Well, look at this place," Carl began, "look at you. But mainly, look at this place."

"So these are 'ho sweatpants'?" Michelle asked.

"You know what I mean," said Carl.

"No I don't," Michelle replied.

Carl decided he was probably mistaken and decided not to bring up her breasts. "Well, what's with all this fancy lighting and shit?" he asked.

"I make films, like commercials and comedy sketches," then Michelle added, "ass."

"Oh..." Carl didn't really know what else to say.

"I put a lot of work into this," Michelle began, "so strip down to your boxers and don't say anything else." Michelle walked into the master bathroom and closed the door. Carl stepped behind the backdrop and started removing his clothes. He was pretty sure Michelle wasn't a porn star, but he was not yet certain that she wasn't trying to set him up. 

Once he was finished undressing, Carl quietly slid open her closet doors. "Okay, nobody in here," he thought to himself. 

As he slid the doors closed, the bathroom door opened and Michelle walked back into the bedroom. She wore a short, pink cotton nighty and knee socks with pink stripes. Her hair was tied up in pigtails. Michelle's panties were slightly visible under her nightie as she walked toward the Carl. "You like what you see?" she asked. 

"You look nice," replied Carl in an attempt to say as little as possible.

Michelle glanced at the tent forming in Carl's shorts. "Well, your penis really likes it, so I think we're ready to start." She extended her hand to him and led him to the bed. They sat down and Michelle decided to lay down the ground rules. "Okay, here's how this works," she began, "you may not speak. You may not touch me. And you have to follow all of my instructions. If you break any of those rules I kick you out and call some other guy. Deal?"

"You know I'm not going to do anything weird, Right?" Carl replied.

"I'm trying to make a porno with you," Michelle shot back. "Just say, 'deal' so we can fuck."

"Okay," Carl laughed, "deal."

Michelle walked over to both cameras and pressed RECORD. She sat down next to Carl on the bed and looked into the camera infront of them. "Hi, I'm Mimi and this is my friend Carl. He agreed to come over and make a short film with me." Michelle leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and continued, "Now remember, his arms aren't broken or anything. He's just not allowed to touch me. So, he'll either break a rule and then the movies over, or his balls'll explode or something."

Carl gave Michelle a quizzical glance. Michelle responded, "Would you like to say something about how that's not really possible, hmm?" She then turned back to the camera and said, "Oh yeah, he's not allowed to talk either." Michelle turned back toward Carl, grabbed his face, and began to passionately kiss him. Their toungues twirled around one another. Momentarily, Carl's hands moved toward Michelle's hips, then he remembered the rule. They continued to explore each other's mouths. Michelle gently bit his upper lip, withdrew, and breathed "I never thanked you for the best fuck of my life."

"Your welcome," Carl answered.

"You're not supposed to talk," Michelle whispered, "but I'll let this one slide because you fuck so good."

Michelle stood and walked over to the taped 'X' infront of the second camera. She bent deeply at the waist, revealing panties that matched her socks. She slowly pulled her panties over her firm, round ass. She remained bent over long enough to record a few seconds of her ass and moist slit. She then turned and playfully kicked her panties at the camera lens.

Michelle dived ontop of Carl. She kissed him once more and had him lay with his head at the foot of the bed. Michelle proceeded to straddle his face, facing the head of the bed. She lifted her dress and lowered her pussy onto his mouth. She gently dragged her pussy across his lips until she felt his toungue slide into her. She let out a satisfied sigh and began slowly working her hips around Carl's face. He sucked on her smooth pussy lips and flicked her clit with his toungue. Michelle could feel herself about to cum. She leaned forward with her palms flat on Carl's stomach. She let her body relax and breathed in deeply. Carl felt her pussy lips quiver in his mouth as she came.

Michelle crawled forward and stuck her thumbs inside Carl's waistband. She dragged his boxers off and tossed them on the floor. She leaned over his crotch and when her breath hit his dick, it jumped and grazed her lips. Michelle giggled and grabbed his cock and whispered, "I love how hard you get."

"Then suck it, bitch," Carl thought as she continued to play with his cock. Michelle touched the tip of his dick with her index finger. She let his precum stretch between his cock and her finger tip. Michelle turned around and layed across Carl's chest. She licked her finger and asked, "Carl-tons why doesn't your cum taste good like this clear shit on your dick? And what is that stuff anyway? Is that some kind of lure to get whores to go down on you?"

Carl just rolled his eyes.

"Oh, you can't answer," Michelle laughed. "No matter how silly I act, you can't do anything. Ha ha ha-ha-ha." Michelle sat up and turned around again, "Well, since you can't talk, you might as well eat me out some more." She reached under her bed and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. She pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it aside. Michelle rested her clit on Carl's chin and began pouring baby oil on her ass. 

Carl watched as she rubbed baby oil all over right in front of his eyes. He began licking and sucking her pussy. His eyes were fixated on Michelle's fingertips gripping her glistening ass. She slowly opened her ass cheeks to give him a better view.

Michelle ground her clit into Carl's tongue. She watched Carl's dick very closely while he pleasured her. "I swear I can see it throbbing," Michelle thought. As her pleasure heightened, she wished she could watch him cum while she rode his face. Briefly, Michelle imagined what it'd be like to watch one of her girlfriends jerking him while she came. "Nah," Michelle thought, "I'm not done with him yet." When she felt herself cumming, Michelle pressed down as hard as she could, "Yeah, eat that pussy." She closed her eyes and savored the waves of pleasure flowing through her body.

Michelle spun around over Carl while cupping her tits with both hands. She winked into the camera and released her breasts. She looked down at Carl staring up at her. She looked back into the camera and pointed down at Carl, "He likes them, too." She giggled again and squeezed her breasts together. Michelle grabbed the baby oil and squeezed it on her breasts. She slowly massaged her tits. Michelle licked her lips and put a show on for the camera. Incidently, she was driving Carl crazy. He locked his lips around her clit and sucked it in between his teeth. Michelle rubbed herself all over as she let her mind descend into fantasy.

Carl watched Michelle in amazement. She had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen. And he'd never watched any woman writhe in exctasy from that angle. Let alone one as sexy as Michelle. His dick was so hard it hurt. He began swirling his tounge around her clit. He wanted her to cum now.

Michelle closed her eyes fell into an almost dream like state. She imagined she taking two men at once: one in her pussy, one in her mouth. Then a third dick in between her tits. She opened her eyes when her clit began to swell again. She cried out as Carl brought her to orgasm. Her juices slowly trickled out of her pussy.

Michelle was feeling lightheaded and dizzy. She laid across Carl's chest and kissed him. She wiped his bottom lip with her thumb and said, "I've never orgasmed that way." 

"My toungue hurts," Carl replied.

"I'm sorry, Boo," said Michelle as she rubbed his head. She looked down at his cock laying against his abdomen. She scooted toward it and examined it. She picked it up with her left hand, "You get SO hard." She wasn't really turned on by it, after all, she'd just cum multiple times. More just a little intrigued. She slowly stroked it and stared. Carl shifted under her in excitement, "It's about time, bitch" he thought. 

Michelle brought Carl's cock to her lips and licked the head with the very tip of her tounge. She teased the head and licked the precum away. Michelle turned back toward him and said, "If your cum tasted like this, I'd suck that shit out of you every night." Carl's eyes opened wide. Michelle turned back toward his dick and smirked to herself. That was really more part of the performance, even if it was partially true. Michelle jumped off the bed suddenly and continued, "But I'm not our cumslut today... no bobs."

Carl was visibly pissed off. But when he opened his mouth, Michelle cut him off. "Wait, you can't talk. "Especially if you're going to yell at me," she laughed. "Besides, my breasts are all shiny and slippery and they're not wrapped around a dick yet."

Michelle reached out and grabbed Carl by the hand. She had him sit at the edge of the bed in front of a spot she marked on the floor. She knelt between his legs and scooped her breasts up around his cock. She worked her breasts up and down. First individually, then together at once. She watched intently as his facial expressions changed with her movements. When he broke contact, she stopped and exclaimed, "Don't look away! I want you to watch yourself cum into my breasts." Carl was staring up at the ceiling, clearly ignoring her. Michelle let his dick slip from her cleavage, "Fine," she began, "if you're not going to do what I say you can go home and jerk off."

Carl reestablished I contact with Michelle. "Maybe you'd rather go home and masturbate to my image," said Michelle,"is that what you like?" Carl glared at Michelle. That last statement clearly pissed him off. "O-kay. I should NOT have said that," Michelle backtracked. She turned to the camera and said, "Sometimes I swear he's gonna hit me." Michelle looked back at Carl in time to see him shaking his head. When they made I contact, they both burst into laughter.

Michelle took Carl's dick between her breasts once more. "Okay, Boo, I want you to explode for me," Michelle said excitedly. Michelle squeezed her breasts around his dick and said, "I really love your dick." Michelle continued as she massaged his cock with her tits, "I mean it's a dick, so it's ugly. But it's hard to look away. It makes my clit throb." 

Michelle was getting impatient, "Would you cum already, she thought?" Then she thought of something. "Hey Boo, you know, I watched the video you sent me." Michelle wasn't sure, but she could swear he almost came. "Can I tell you about when it made me cum?" Carl just chuckled. "Something about watching you fuck my feet set me on fire," Michelle continued. "I don't know what happened, I just started fantasizing about, well, everything," Michelle breathed. Michelle looked into Carl's eyes and said, "I took my big vibrator I call Carl and put it deep inside my pussy. I turned it on and just let it rip. And just as I was about to cum, I took my other vibrator and put it between my breasts. I imagined you fucking my breasts as I came." Michelle decided to have some fun with him, now, "What do you fantasize about?" she asked rhetorically. "I've seen you perv on my feet, and you like to suck and fuck my breasts." Michelle continued to rub his dick with her breasts. "Oh, I what you really want... my ass," said Michelle. "You want me to give up my ass to you, don't you? You're such a fucking pervert that you want to force your big cock deep in my little asshole. You can't possibly think I'd let you do that, do you? Let you fuck my perfect, round ass? Oh," Michelle pretended to be outraged, "You'd force me to go ass-to-mouth wouldn't you?! You'd fuck my asshole and then stick your filthy cock in my mouth?! Fucking my face until..."




New Employee Pays For Her Mistakes



I'd been running my own publishing company for some time now and had also made a lot of money from my photography. My first couple of of books and art pieces had been a major success as well, so I suppose you could call me semi famous, definitely rich; and now with the publishing company definitely in a position of power. So I had asked an employment agency to send me a personal assistant to work closely with me and because of the amount of work I had. 

I needed someone who would follow my instructions carefully, I do not suffer mistakes, ok I am a bit of a control freak. The agency had sent me a young woman called Natasha she was a really pretty tall shapely sexy girl, with amazing eyes and luscious lips. Natasha was stunning with fantastic full and firm breasts that seemed to be fighting to escape whatever top she was wearing, her hair cascaded in waves down her back. Every time I looked at her sensual figure I wanted to rip her clothes off and make her submit to my will and I kept fantasising about the dirty things I wanted to do to her.

When Natasha spoke you could tell she was intelligent with an intriguing, creative personality.

At first she kept wearing casual suits with long trousers that was the first thing I had to correct with her on; I called her into the office at the end of her first week. 

"Well Natasha, I'm certainly pleased with your work but you need to do something about the way you dress, I expect you to come to work looking a certain way, this business has an image to keep." I said to Natasha as she stood before me. 

"I'm sorry but I thought I was dressing smartly Sir, and I thought you would judge me on my work." Natasha said apologetically. 

"Look Natasha I'm the boss and you'll do exactly as I say ok." Natasha nodded, "Or I'll find someone else to work for me. So on Monday I expect to see you in a tight short black dress and nice classy looking high heels and I expect you to do as I say." I said firmly, Natasha bit her lip and looked so hot I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there. 

"Ok Sir I will do anything you want I really want to work here." Natasha said shyly

On Monday morning Natasha came into the office looking amazingly horny and hot, her shoes were high black stilettos, her black dress was tight showing her ample cleavage off to perfection her pale skin looked bite-able as I stared at her breasts. My eyes moved down Natasha's hot body her skirt was tight black and came about half way down her firm thighs her bare legs looked amazing as she moved stealthily towards me. 

"Well is this ok Sir; is this how you want me to dress?" She asked her beautiful mouth in a sensual pout. 

"Yes that's better, much more how I expect my employees to dress." As I spoke my eyes devoured the hot erotic sight in front of me. 

Natasha turned to walk to her desk in the outer office the tight material of her skirt caressed her ass as she walked slowly away, I could see a disruption to the tight surface, I could only hope she was stockings and suspenders. I watched Natasha carefully as she moved round the office, filing, making coffee and phone calls, she moved gracefully giving me coy looks and making a point of leaning over near me so I got a very good view down her top or peeks up her skirt as she squatted down to pick thing up of the floor. The hem of Natasha dress rode up exposing the white flesh above her stocking top her suspender strap pulling into her soft sexy flesh. I was convinced she knew what she was doing, she was teasing me and it was working my cock was slowly hardening and twitching to life.

I managed to tear myself away from my fantasises and to stop myself staring at Natasha's hot body long enough to do some work. My eye flicked to the drawer under the couch where I kept a variety of sex toys including whips and cuffs.

I opened an email from my accountant, I could not believe what I was reading; an invoice that should have been settled hadn't been paid. This meant I had defaulted on a contract and had to pay an additional fee of £200,000.

"Natasha come in here now!" I shouted. Natasha ran in immediately her body shimmying in all the right places. "Why didn't you send that payment of I asked you to do?"

"I'm sorry Sir I forgot to do it on Thursday and found it in my bag on Monday, so I posted it off Sir!" Natasha said embarrassed at her mistake. 

"Well actually it was very expensive mistake, it cost me £200,000. You stupid woman." I shouted loudly at Natasha really annoyed I knew my I could afford to cover the cost easily but it was still a lot of money to lose.

"Please don't fire me I really need the job, and I was hoping that you would publish some of my Photos." Natasha's voice quivered as she spoke, "Please what can I do to make it up to you?"

Although I was really annoyed, the sight of a sexy distraught young woman just turned me on and my mind began to race, my eyes flicking to the drawer under the couch. 

"Well you'll have to do a lot to work off that amount of money and you have to be punished as well won't you. As long as you do as you're told we can come to some arrangement." I said to a nervous Natasha as I walked back into my office, "Lock the front door and come into my office." I instructed.

I sat on the couch in my office as Natasha walked in and closed the door behind her even though there were no blinds in the office we were twenty floors up so no-one could see us. I pointed to a spot in front of me and Natasha stood there holding her hands tightly behind her back making her large firm breasts look like they were going to rip her dress open. She had a worried look on her face and clearly didn't know what to expect, but from the way she had been parading around in front of me today she must have known things were going to get interesting.

"Right Natasha, first I have to punish you before you can begin to repay me, come here and sit down!" Natasha slowly and unsurely moved towards me bringing her hands forward to smooth her skirt down I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her down next to me. Her beautiful pert and firm ass passed right in front of my eyes as she fell to the couch.

I carefully stroked her thigh through her skirt rubbing her stockings tops and suspenders, I brought my hand to her knee and began to explore under her skirt. Natasha grabbed at my wrist to try and stop me.

"Sir please what are you doing, no stop please stop it!!" Natasha begged as my fingers forced between her legs, despite her protests she moaned with pleasure as a finger found the damp pouting lips between her soft inner thighs. When she realised she had made a noise she began to plead with me to stop, grabbing my hands to push me away but I was far to strong for her. 

I raised my hand and brought it down sharply on her thigh, Natasha grasped at my hand trying to stop me form pushing it up her skirt again, when my fingers made contact with her pussy again, they managed to sneak round the now very wet panties she was wearing. Natasha looked at me with a shocked expression as I forced two fingers inside her cunt.

"No Sir, No stop Sir!" Natasha grabbing and struggling hard.

"Don't be surprised, I said you would be punished and to pay me back you are going to all the dirty things I want you to do." I said firmly bringing my hand down again with another resounding crack as my palm made contact.

Natasha began to struggle a little but I placed one hand on her shoulders to keep her in place. Using my other hand to pull her skirt up over ass exposing her naked thighs her beautiful ass being frame by the straps of her suspenders, she had a beautiful peach of an ass with the mound her pussy just bulging out between her legs. I took hold of her lace panties and with a sharp pull they came away from her body.

My cock began to get really hard beneath Natasha's wriggling body, with a sharp smack my hand spanked her pale bare beautiful skin. I massaged the cheek of her ass making her pussy open slightly and I could see some juices just making her pussy wet. I traced the outside of her cunt lips with my finger just parting them slight then lifting my finger to my mouth and tasted her wonderful musky juice. Natasha wriggled again so she got another smack on her ass to make her stop. 

"Look you want to keep your job and want me to look at your photos then you'll do as you are told. Now stand up and take your clothes off." I told her.

Natasha did as she was instructed and facing me she undid her dress letting it fall to the floor and threw it to one side. Her breasts only shifted very slightly as she lost the support her bra gave her. Natasha's erect nipples looked amazing contrasted against the slightly lighter colour of her firm breasts. 

Looking down she had a erotic looking pussy with the lips pouting out glistening with Natasha's increasing juices. I stared for a few moments letting my eyes focus on her shaved pussy; Natasha stood there shifting from one foot to the other not knowing what was coming next. I moved to the edge of the sofa and grabbed her hips pulling her pussy towards my mouth my tongue finding her wet clit straight away, she tasted amazing the musky smell of her cunt nearly driving me insane. 

My fingers worked round her body forcing their way into her cunt from behind, working her wet pussy and having juices flowing all over my finger. I managed to look up and saw that Natasha was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples hard and she had a look of pure pleasure on her face.

"Please don't I'm not sure about this, I thought you were joking and were going to be nice to me, Sir please stop. Please Sir" Natasha pleaded breathless as she bit her lip sexily. 

"I've told you if you want to keep the job you'll do as I order. Ok." I said.

Looking directly at her as I forced another finger into her pussy and then clamped my mouth back on her cunt firmly biting her clit. Natasha began to moan as she gave way to the pleasure as my tongue worked her pussy. Her sweet musky pussy juices flooded into my mouth every time my tongue parted her labia.

I stood up and kissed her firmly her hard nipples dug into my chest and I grabbed and squeezed her heavy breasts firmly, then placing my hands on her shoulders I pushed Natasha to her knees. Taking my shirt of as she undid my trousers I kicking my shoes and clothes to the side of the room. We both stood there naked her pale skin looking so erotic as I placed my hands on her head my fingers lacing themselves into her thick long hair. I forced Natasha's mouth towards me and pushed my cock into her open mouth, she began to suck hard on my erection as I held her head tight beginning to fuck her mouth hard and deep. 

I could hear Natasha gag slight as my cock went deep inside her warm soft mouth her tongue flicking the end. Letting go of her I pulled my cock from her mouth and told her to get on all fours, which she did leaning onto the couch for support. Kneeling behind her I massaged her pussy before ramming a couple of fingers inside her Natasha yelped a little at my roughness pulling my finger out they were covered in her wetness and I grabbed a thick purple rabbit dildo out of my drawer.

"Right my little possession put your hands on the table now" I ordered Natasha as she stood there in her stocking, suspenders and heels my cock twitched just wanting to be inside her beautiful her body.

"Sir please what are you going to do with me, I don't like this please no, I asked and said no please sir!" As she spoke Natasha opened her legs a little more giving me easier access to her pussy. 

I took the dildo and rubbed it at her labia, as soon as her cunt lips parted juices ran over the tip of the dildo lubricating it as I rammed it inside Natasha's pussy hard and deep building up a forceful rhythm, while using my free hand to spank her ass thighs and twist her pert little pink nipples.

"Right Natasha put your hand between your legs and start fucking yourself with the dildo" I spoke between gritted teeth as I spanked her hard.

"Yes Sir I'm sorry for disobeying you Sir." said Natasha as she dutifully began working the dildo in and out of her pussy.

I returned to the drawer and took out a leather cat of nine tails and as I watched Natasha fuck herself harder and harder her moans becoming louder I could see droplets of her cum fall from her pussy to the floor. I whipped her pale skin.

"No sir please please sir don't hurt me Sir!!" Natasha managed to say through her moans the movement of her hand becoming more furious as the whip lashed at her ass pussy, breasts and nipples. I grabbed Natasha by her long dark hair wrapping my fingers in it as I dragged her to lie on her back on the couch as I lowered myself down to fuck her mouth, sliding my cock slowly as her lips closed round my hardness. 

"Natasha, open your legs expose your pussy for Sir!" I instructed her, she couldn't speak or object and didn't move so I repeated the order as I used the whip on her breasts the end of the tassels flicking hard at her sensitive nipples. Then as she opened her legs fully I used the cat of nine tails to whip her pussy I could see her cum flowing out, every time the whip connected. Natasha gave a little muffled yelp as I continued to fuck her mouth and whip her cunt. I could feel my cock getting ready to explode so with one very hard whip to her pussy I took my cock from her. Natasha somehow looked even more sexy with her mascara running and her pussy exposed, reddening and swelling with the whipping.

"Sir can we stop please, you have had some fun now sir please no." Natasha looked so sultry as she spoke there was no way she was going anywhere yet.

I moved around the couch and grabbed Natasha by her arms, she began to struggle as I flipped her over and she brought her legs tightly together. I raised her her hips making her pussy expose itself, she still struggled but stayed in position.

Positioning my cock against the entrance to her cunt I forced my way in, fucking Natasha's cunt roughly, she began to moan loudly as the friction made her pussy feel so hot her moans became louder and more animalistic as I fucked her harder. Holding the cheeks of her ass I pulled them apart exposing pretty pussy which was flowing with her orgasms, I slipped a finger inside Natasha gave a loud moan. 

Natasha's hand went between her legs as she began to play with her clit furiously. I fucked her harder and eventually my hard throbbing cock forced Natasha to moan loudly her passion so loud and her still begging no I thought the office next door might call the police. She screamed in a mixture of pleasure and a little pain as I fucked and whipped her with the cat of nine tails, I could feel her fingernails scratch my balls and the base of my cock as she worked her cunt into frenzy. 

I took hold of her hair again pulling her head back hard she screamed no but I continued to fuck her hard as I push her face into the cushions of the couch, I could her her gasp for breath as she struggled to breath, I kept pulling her head back as I fucked her so she could take a breath.

Natasha began to moan and groan loudly as her body began to tremble and throb as an orgasm raged through her hot body. I continued to fuck her cunt, her pelvic bone rubbing underneath my cock as her orgasm continued. I knew I could hold on any longer so I pulled out of Natasha's pussy and stood up; she turned round with a dirty smile on her face and sat on the edge of the couch. 

Natasha grabbed my cock and began to masturbate it vigorously bringing her mouth close to the end of it letting her teeth scrape the purple skin at the end. I could feel my cum begin to rise as my cock jerked in Natasha's tight grip, my cum shot out into her eager mouth some of the white cum settling on the beautiful pale skin of her face Natasha's tongue flicked out to the side and licked the stray cum into her mouth as the last of my cum pumped onto her luscious full lips.

"Well Sir Do I keep my job?" Natasha said with a sly smile. "That was so hot I loved being fucked like that." 

"Hmm well I'll think about it, you must have worked at least three hundred pounds off today, so as long as you always do as you're told I think it will work out.