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On the Job

By: paws



I have been on the job now for a month. Jael left last week after showing me the innermost workings here. I have to admit that we had a couple of intimate liaisons, her and me and, although I prefer men, a wet hot pussy is a real turnon. Bas watched us once but didn't join in and it was very exciting to watch him watch us. His cock was straining within the confines of his slacks and I watched him finally reveal his throbbing erection and stroke himself as Jael ate my pussy. As good as Bas is, and he is very good, a woman knows what a woman wants. She had me mewling like a kitten, then screaming like a banshee as she worked her magic on me. I think Bas enjoyed it as he came so hard that his cum arc'd and sprayed Jael on the back. 

Having Bas's cock in my mouth, in my pussy or in my ass is the highlight of my day. At least once a day, maybe twice, he buzzes me, always with the same code, one long two short rings, and I react like Pavlov's dog. Instantly wet, highly aroused, my heart starts beating a little quicker and I stop what I am doing and go into his office. Sometimes he is sitting at his desk with his cock in his hand. When I see him like that, I slowly walk over to him, pulling my dress up as I get closer. By the time I reach him, my dress is usually around my waist. Sometimes he wants me to sit on his lap and fuck him slowly; sometimes he lays me on his huge desk and fucks me hard and fast. I never know what to expect but I know that I will leave the office satisfied.

Often I walk to my desk and there is something on my chair that is wrapped for me. I look forward to these because I never know what it will be. One day it was a vibrator to put into my pussy, one day it was a butt plug. One day there was a large package that I ripped apart. Inside was a leather bustier and matching boots with the instructions "nothing else". I sat behind my desk all morning that day, wondering if anyone would come in and see me. One particular day, he buzzed me and I jumped up and almost ran into his office. Having forbade me to wear anything more than thigh-high stockings, I always at his complete disposal. I walked into his office and, there he was, sexy as sin, leaning back in his chair, his erection tenting his slacks. He motioned me to sit in front of the desk.

"Jonna, do you have an favorite fantasy?" 

"Yes, Bas, I do actually..."

"Tell me."

"Well, like most secretaries who have a stud for a boss, I think about being under your desk, secretly sucking your cock, while you are holding a meeting. The feeling of power that I hold, knowing that I can make you cum, is a hot combination!".

"What do I have on the schedule today?"

"You have a meeting in an hour with Jason from Accounting. You wanted Mr. Baker from Security here too."

"Yes, I think we have a little problem with Jason. He has been a bit jumpy lately. I want Carl to watch from the other office."

"Okay, I will set everything up." 

"Thanks, Jonna. Okay, I would like one more thing. Lets play out your fantasy during this. Be in here 10 minutes before the meeting is to start. I will make sure that you are ready."

"But what about Mr. Baker?"

"He will see what I allow him to see."

"Oh God, Bas, this is going to be so hot!"

"Yes, no doubt. Go now and get ready."

I almost ran back to my desk, my thoughts racing in different directions. Should I change? Should I be naked? My pussy is oozing just thinking about this. This is my fantasy come true and Bas was going to give this to me. How did I get so lucky to find a boss who is as deviant as I am. Since Bas did not specify, and he always does when he wants something, I stayed the way I was, knee-length green silk dress with a deep v-cut, and sling back heels to match, thigh-highs, my long blonde hair held back by an emerald butterfly (another gift from Bas). I keep watching the clock, willing the hands to move faster.....10:45, 10:46, 10:47, 10:48, 10:49...I swiftly move to his door....10:50.... and knock softly.

"Yes, come in.."

As I walk through the door, he is smiling that special sexy smile at me. My pussy instantly gushes with the anticipation of some special attention. He motions me to stand before him. I stand straddling his legs. 

"Is Carl ready?"

"Yes he is set up in the other room."

His hands slip beneath my dress, and I feel his warm hands caressing the silk of my stockings. I close my eyes and let the feelings take over me. His strong fingers are gentle as they trace random patterns up my legs, coming close to my dripping pussy, but never touching me. I ache for his touch there, at the hot wet center of me. I know he is teasing me, making me want and wish for more. The hungrier I get for him, the more intense the action will be for him while I am under his desk. I feel a surge of heat through the silk of my dress and open my eyes to see his lips press against my dress-covered pussy.

"I can smell your excitement, Jonna." A knock shatters the private moment.

"Quickly now" he urges "Get yourself comfortable". I back my way under the desk, noting with surprise and pleasure that he has put some soft bedding on the floor to cushion me while I service him. Very thoughtful of him.

"Come in....." I hear the door open and shut.

"I am sorry, sir, but I didn't see Ms. Caspar in the outer office."

"No, she is indisposed at the moment." he answers "Please sit"

Bas moves forward in his chair, effectively sealing me beneath the desk. His legs are slightly spread, and I gently nudge them further apart. I wiggle between his legs and press my lips against his straining erection through the soft fabric. God there is not much headroom, so to speak...I will have to be very careful that I do not hit my head on the desk. Part of me wants to free his raging hard-on and part of me wants to play a bit with him. Something tells me that Bas would only take a small amount of playing before wanting me to get to the task at hand.

His leather belt is cinched loosely which makes it easy to unbuckle. I make quick work of the button and zipper on his slacks and finally free his glorious hard cock. There is a bit of pre-cum that bubbles up on the head, and I quickly lick it off not wanting to miss a drop. I slide my hot mouth over his throbbing cock and slowly inch my way down, wanting to drag this out. As many times as he has made me beg him for more, he deserves a little bit of payback. I want to be able to take him all the way down into my throat, but because of his length and width, I must do this slowly.

I can hear murmuring above the desk, and I can't make out any words. I think he is able to keep up with the conversation easily enough so maybe now is the time to make things a bit more difficult. With delicate hands, I ease his balls out of his slacks and let them rest against the black silk boxers that he has on. I begin to gently suck as I stroke his full balls. My tongue sweeps back and forth across his cock, searching for that sensitive spot that makes him quiver. Ahhhhh, there it is. As my tongue makes lazy figure-8s across his cock and dances playfully on his quiver spot, I squeeze his balls gently. I thought I heard a sigh, but I could have been wrong. I reach back and unfasten my hair, allowing it to fall free around his cock.

I take my mouth off his cock for a second, and I know I heard a sigh that time. I lick long slow, soft licks from top to bottom, pressing my tongue against the prominent vein that runs his hard length. I kiss the very top of his cock and start to nibble my way down, pausing half way to give him a love bite, a nice mark that will stay for a couple of days. I lick and blow a cool breath on it to ease the slight sting. I nibble down farther, wrapping my hair around his cock as I go. Those large full balls are so tempting, I just have to taste them. Stroking his cock with my hair, my tongue darts out and laves a wide path across his balls. I love licking and sucking his balls. As my hand continues to stroke his hair-covered cock, I take them into my mouth and hum softly. The low hum vibrates his balls, and I feel his cock twitch against my hand. His unique earthy scent permeates my senses as I tongue around his balls, bouncing them against my tongue. Mmmmm he tastes so good. I feel him shift a bit, coming forward more on his chair. His legs press in against my sides, then relax, press in and relax. Sucking on his balls, licking around them, but I really want his cock in my mouth. Giving them one last loving lick and release them from my mouth, I unwrap my hair from around his cock and begin nibbling up the other side. I pause half way and give a matching bite on the other side as his legs press in against my sides. I gather all my silky hair and move it around his balls, creating a hair cocoon for his balls to rest in.

At last, I again have reached the top of his cock. Hard, quivering, angry red, I soothe the savage beast with a sweet kiss upon his head, then widen my lips and take him in, all the way.  I wince as my head hits the drawer. Bas's cock, long, thick, hard is past my gullet and into my throat. Bas has taught me well. I keep my head perfectly still as I flex my throat muscles around his cock and hummmmmmmmmmmm. Breathing through my nose, I can hold this position for a couple of minutes before it becomes uncomfortable, and I am patient. I hear a hitch in Bas's well-controlled voice as he finally starts to lose a little control. His balls are tightening as they lie in my hair. I begin to rhythmically squeeze his balls and flex my throat and squeeze and flex. I hear him congratulate Jason for something I don't quite hear as he exits.

The door closes with a quiet click, and I feel hands around my head holding me in place as Bas, finally without company, growls and groans and empties himself down my throat as I gently stroke his balls. I swallow greedily as he slowly withdraws, little microbursts of cum spitting out into my mouth.

"Jonna, stop! " he command weakly. I instantly obey as he pushes his chair away from the desk. 

"Come here, my beautiful slut!" I ease out from under the desk and kneel before him as I bend to clean him with my mouth. I tenderly lick him up and down, washing away the cum that has overflowed. I rest my head on his leg as I finish cleaning him.

"Jonna...." I look up at him. He smiles down at me. "That was very good, you were inspired."

"Bas, I loved it, thank you!" He offers me his hand as I begin to stand.

"My pleasure, my beautiful slut. Now I have a surprise for you."

"You do? Oh Bas, you didn't have to get me anything,"

"Actually, although I thought of it, I did not get you anything today. But if you fulfill this request, you will be rewarded nicely."

"What is it?" Bas pushes me backward onto his desk and steps between my legs. He slides the top drawer on each side open and hooks my heels onto the top of the drawer, bending and spreading my legs.

"Beautiful!!!" I hear him mutter as he pushes my dress out of the way. I see his hand moving as he begins to stroke himself. 

"Bas, what about Mr. Baker?"

"If he is still there, I am sure he is enjoying the show. Does it excite you as much as it excites me?" He steps to the side, and I see his cock, so recently at rest, now enormously hard. I smile as he disappears between my legs again.

"Yes it does. Okay Bas, what is this request?"

"We suspect Jason of a bit of petty theft. We need someone who can get close to him." I feel his cock at my opening. "Jonna, my slut, touch yourself."

My hand slides down into my pussy, and I begin to tease my clit...his cock slowly eases into me.

"Ohhhh god......so you want me to fuck him so he trusts me." He pushes himself, balls deep, into me. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." My fingers split as I slide my fingers around my clit.

"I want you to fuck him, to suck him, to do what it takes to get him to trust you."

I hear the door click open. Mr. Baker enters, cock in hand, and walks to the where my head is, opposite side from Bas. I see a slender, but very long cock. I lick my lips as he stops, his cock bobbing above my mouth. Bas begins an easy rhythm, in and out and in and out.

"Jonna, you want to suck Carl's cock? He has been aching to fuck your mouth since the day you got the job." I reach above me and stroke him as he slowly enters my mouth. He feeds me his entire length inch by inch. Bas looks up approvingly when he sighs.

"Ahhhh Jonna. I see his cock in your throat. Milk him for me, darling, show him just how much of a slut you really are. Show him what you would do for me." Bas's thrusting tempo increases. Carl fucks my mouth and throat, while Bas fucks my pussy. In and out and in and out.

Mr. Baker begins to groan "Oh god, Jason gets any of this, and he won't have a chance! Jesus, Jonna, you can suck a cock! And I love watching you play with yourself while you are being fucked. Very nice!! But I want to look at those sweet tits of yours." Bas murmurs approvingly and pushes the silk to the side, freeing my tits. I feel Bas' hand on one as Mr. Baker fondles the other. He rolls my nipple around in his fingers, teasing me, pinching me. Bas thrusts quicker as I begin to moan, Mr. Bakers cock vibrates in my throat.

"Cum for me, my beautiful slut!!!!" Bas urges "Show me how I satisfy you, you love this, don't you? You love having cocks in you, fucking that sweet pussy of yours, fucking that hot mouth of yours."

Mr, Baker groans as he unloads a torrent of cum down my throat, which triggers my own orgasm. I spasm around Bas's cock milking it once, twice, three times before he finally comes with a roar. Cum floods my pussy, my mouth as I cum again and again. 

Gasping for air, I swallow the last of Mr. Baker's cum as he staggers to a chair, Bas slumps into his, I don't move from my spread position on the desk. I can't move, it is way too soon to even think of it.

"Yes, of course I will do it!" I pant as my heart begins to beat normally "I will fuck the thief as long as it is worth it." The men chuckle....."Jonna, my beautiful slut, you can count on that."

On The Job



Through the month of May, Jim and I had been working at an apartment complex under contract to replace the siding and sliding glass doors on virtually all the buildings. We had just finished the siding on building 1054 earlier in the week and started in on the sliding glass doors, something that required us to have entry to the apartment. We were assured entry by the apartment management -- they had notified the tenants this was going on, as if the construction itself wasn't obvious, so we should be able to enter any apartment we needed to do the necessary work.

Except for the occasional dog protecting its territory and cat we feared would run out of the apartment, work on most of the apartments went smoothly and without any memorable incident. Well there is that one apartment on the bottom floor of 1054 where the residing couple were either fucking very loud or really enjoying destroying the master bedroom -- it was hard to tell which given the sounds we were hearing -- but otherwise everything else was rather nonchalant until we got to apartment 6 on the top floor of the building.

The work on the apartment went relatively straightforward. It just took us a lot longer than average because of the tenant: a young woman who seemed to have an idea in mind of making our work as difficult as possible. Now, mind you, she wasn't directly interfering with us, trying to keep us from doing our job. No instead it seemed she decided to pose as a distraction. Whether that was intentional or not is difficult to say, though I'm leaning toward it being intentional.

Like the other top-floor apartments, the easy work was getting the rails off the balcony. Getting the door separated and to the ground with the glass relatively in tact still proved to be difficult even after doing that for three buildings worth of apartments already. I guess some things never get easier as you keep doing them. As this was a top-floor apartment, keeping the glass in tact required lowering the door steadily.

With the door wrapped with straps and rope, I lowered the door down off the balcony steadily, hearing Jim yell back up to me the progress of the door's journey to the ground. "What the?" I heard a woman's voice yell from behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder for a brief moment, catching a glimpse of a who appeared to be a medium stature woman, and even in the blurriness of the quick glimpse, I could have sworn she was naked. "We're just replacing your patio door," I said, lowering the door a little more before getting a better look over my shoulder. Sure enough she was naked, and her fully naked body seized my attention immediately, causing me to loosen my grip on the rope just a hair too much.

The rope escaped any chance of rescue as I watched it be taken away off the balcony. Next noise I heard was the sound of glass shattering on impact with the ground below. Following that was Jim's voice, "Damn it, you asshole!"

"Oops," the woman noted.

Though she had a towel with her, she made no attempt to cover her body. Her dark, wavy hair looked to still be somewhat damp and she used the towel to dry off the last corners of her otherwise winter paled skin. Her tits were huge compared to her medium stature and average frame, and it was impossible to overlook her pierced nipple and large aureoles, same with her apparently fully-shaved crotch.

"We're, umm, replacing your patio door," I reiterated. "You should have gotten notice last about it from your landlord." How often do you encounter a naked woman on the job?

"Yes I did," she responded, looking at me with big eyes and focusing the towel on a different part of her body. "How long will this take?"

"Hmm... probably about an hour." At least I think that's about how long it typically took to replace the other doors.

She nodded her head, "Okay." I stared intently as she walked back down the hallway and disappeared into what I could only presume was the bedroom.

"See something interesting," Jim said, and how long he'd been standing next to me I couldn't tell. "Come on, let's get this door up here."

Seemingly an inch a minute, even with using two ladders as a makeshift ramp, the box containing the door eventually made it as we heaved it onto the balcony, both of us lamenting at how much was still left to do but also enjoying the fact it was the last building with only one apartment remaining after this one. We slid the box into the living room of the apartment and took a moment to relax on the balcony.

"Ah there are two of you," I heard the tenant's voice from behind us. Both of us turned around and saw the tenant standing at the end of the hallway, still fully nude and still carrying the towel.

"Yes, ma'am," Jim replied, his voice a little shaky. "Replacing a door like this kind of requires more than one person."

She just nodded and, seeming to not even notice her nudity, walked to her couch and sat down. The couch was positioned in the living room such that it practically stared out to the balcony. She leaned to her side against a pillow, pulling her legs up onto the couch next to her. "Oh don't mind me," she said, grabbing a book from a nearby coffee table. "After all, you did say it would take only an hour, so carry on."

Jim and I could only glance at each other as we pondered this naked woman before starting on the packaging, cutting away the ties and cardboard from around it and tossing them out and off the balcony to the ground below us. I seemed almost obligated to look at her as she sat on the couch, seeming to be lost in whatever world to which that book had taken her.

Trying our best to keep our attention on the work, we took out the glide rails and any remnants of the old door's frame, tossing them to the ground below as well. Glancing back over at the tenant, she had altered her position. Instead of leaning against the side as she was before, she was now laying out almost flat on the couch. Her legs bent and knees raised, her hand appeared tucked between her legs, moving somewhat intently in what seemed almost unmistakably like she was playing with her pussy. What in the hell was she reading?

I tapped Jim's arm and pointed at the tenant and both of us could only watch as she stroked herself. She turned herself onto her side, her back against the back of the couch, her hand between her legs over her crotch, the book still in hand. The tenant looked over at us, seeing us practically motionless watching her as if we were hungrily watching steaks cooking on a grill.

"As I said, don't mind me," she broke me out of my trance. I could feel how difficult it was to not stare at her growing in my pants. "Carry on with your work."

Again we found it to be in practicality impossible to not glance at her as she lay out on the couch playing with herself. We made what progress on the door we could, at least getting part of the frame installed, before glancing over at the tenant obligated us to pause our work again. She still seemed to be reading the book in her hand but now laying out on her back again. In her other hand appeared to be a long, clear glass rod with a blue tip that she was dipping between her lips, sucking it like a lollipop.

Jim seemed just as captivated as I was by this display. It isn't just that we couldn't help ourselves, we seemed obligated to watch as she slid the glass dildo along her pussy before dipping it inside her. How else do you respond when a hot young woman decides to masturbate in front of you?

This tenant had no inhibition with sliding the glass dildo into her pussy, and Jim and I stood practically motionless as she fucked herself with the glass rod. Moaning with each thrust of the rod into her pussy, it didn't seem to take long before her body convulsed, her head tilting back and her back arching up as she pushed the dildo deeper into her pussy. Her breathing went still with the exception of moans escaping her lips, then her body seemed to suddenly drop. Slow and heavy breaths pumped through her as her large tits raised and lowered with each one, moaning with satisfaction as if she'd just finished a delectable meal.

"Enjoying the show?" she asked, her head not even turning to look at us, as if she just knew we had to be watching her.

"Absolutely," Jim responded.

She pulled the dildo from her pussy and brought it to her lips, licking and sucking on it a little. "I'd let you guys join me on this," she started, turning her head to to meet us, "but you've got work to continue."

Jim whispered to me, "Talk about a tease." All I could do was nod in return and pull Jim back to the task at hand, glancing over my shoulder at the tenant as she seemed to lick the last remnants of her juices from the glass dildo. I kept my back to the tenant, though curiosity of her next moves, so to speak, kept my crotch burning, and keeping your mind on work with those kind of images running through your head sets up a good chance for injury when power tools are involved.

Continuing on the sliding glass door, Jim and I focused on getting the door's frame installed into the space, taking careful measurements before screwing things into place and making things level. I tried my damnedest to not look at our tenant, but your peripheral vision can betray you in ways mine did that day. Just a quick glance to the couch and I was hooked again.

She had positioned herself so her ass was facing toward us -- the ultimate in temptation, I thought. That round ass was just the ultimate in captivation. Leaning against the back of the couch, she looked positioned and ready for a hard, thrusting fuck into that pussy with bright pink lips, so wet and decadent as they wrapped around the glass dildo as she fucked herself from behind. Reaching over her back to it, her head tilted back with her dark, wavy hair draping down onto her light skin, moans echoed into the room with each thrust of that glass wand.

"I don't hear work back there," she suddenly called out, breaking me from the hypnotic trance into which watching her ass, pussy and that dildo had sent me. How long was I staring before she abruptly stopped? When I glanced toward Jim, he seemed to be regaining his senses as well.

She turned her head slightly, but not enough to look directly back to us: "I want to hear the sound of hard work from you two," she started, turning her head more so she could look directly at us, pulling the dildo from her pussy and holding it like one of those giant unicorn-style suckers, just waiting for a lick. A playful grin manifested upon her lips, "And I don't mean on me, yet, boys."

Now I'm not quite sure if I heard her right, but I think she said "yet". I mean what else could she have said? The grin was certainly inviting, but, as she kept teasingly reminding us, Jim and I did have work to finish. So once again, reluctantly we continued working on the door, doing our best to keep our focus in check, even after she had changed positions and was laying on her side, legs spread and that glass rod being pushed deep into and pulled back out of the best room in the apartment.

Getting the door into the track and tracking properly would have gone much smoother if the tenant hadn't been sitting on the couch with her legs astride, her pussy in prominent view as she rubbed her lips and clit with one hand as she expertly cleaned the dildo with her tongue and lips. A part of me could have sworn some phantom tongue was teasing my cock as the tenant teased us with that dildo.

After we got the last of the hardware into place on the door, and tested it several times to verify the door was tracking properly, I turned around to speak to the tenant to find that she wasn't sitting on the couch. Glancing around I saw she had completely left the room. Did she go to the kitchen or back to the bedroom? I sent Jim back down to the ground to get the last of what was needed to finish the door.

"Where'd your friend go?" I heard the tenant behind me. I turned around and saw the tenant standing at the end of the hallway, still completely naked, several small packets in her fingers.

"Getting the last things we need," I stuttered mildly, "so we can finish the door."

She walked up toward me, bringing her body only inches from mine. "Ah, okay," she replied, staring up into my eyes as I stared into hers and down across her body. "Then you two will be done soon?"

"Yeah, not much left."

"Mmm... good to hear." I watched as she reached her hand toward my crotch, my cock growing harder, wanting to reach out to meet her. Just glancing the crotch of my jean shorts with her fingers, with the lightest of touches, she pulled her hand away and looked up into my eyes.

She turned and walked to the couch, reaching down to set the small packets on the table next to her. With her back toward me, I wasn't sure if time had slowed down or if she was just moving so tantalizingly slow as she bent straight down, her bright pink pussy was engorged and puffed up like it could float on water, as visible between her legs as the sun in daylight. Snatching her book, she brought herself back up very slowly before turning around to face me.

With another teasing grin on her lips, she sat onto the couch, her legs crossed, and opened the book and continued reading.

And she seemed very nonchalant as she read her book. I started to wonder if I had imagined all of this. Yet there she was, naked as she relaxed on her couch, perfectly content and comfortable in her nudity as if I was not even there. Going over some of what I had seen in my mind, my cock almost throbbing in its confined space beneath my clothing, this all could not have been one long daydream, could it?

Over my shoulder Jim came back up to the balcony with a bucket containing the last supplies needed to finish the door. The last few tasks went relatively quickly, and I could swear in the interim that, though I periodically heard what sounded like a turning page, that she was instead biding her time, periodically peering up from behind those pages to stare at us.

As we gathered up our supplies and loose tools, tossing them into the bucket, I noticed the tenant was on her feet, standing only a couple feet away from us, her hands sitting on her hips as she glanced over both of us and the latest accomplishment.

"So you're all done?"

"Yep," Jim seemed almost relieved, possibly forgetting we still had another apartment left.

"Well you're first, then," she stated, grabbing Jim's hand and pulling him to the couch, pushing him down onto it. The look of shock on his face was priceless. I think it took him a moment to realize exactly what was about to happen.

She reached over for one of the small packets before dropping to her knees at Jim's legs. Jim had already started getting his shorts loose, having sensed what was coming, giving the tenant an easier time to get his cock exposed. He was already hard as well -- a few quick strokes and he was ready for action. She dropped her mouth onto his cock and started bobbing up and down, stroking his dick as her lips went along.

Seeming only moments later, Jim was bellowing out sounds that originally had me thinking he was in agony. She dropped her lips completely down, taking his full length in her mouth before slowly rising completely back up. When her lips left the tip of Jim's cock, she let what looked like his cum ooze from her lips onto his cock as she stroked it.

"I can't believe you came that fast," she said, obviously disappointed. "God, you didn't give me any chance."

"Well if you keep going down on me like that, I'll be able to," he replied.

"Sorry, but no." She got up off her knees and backed away from Jim a couple feet. "Bathroom's the only door on your right down the hall."

"Oh, come on, baby," Jim pleaded. She just raised her arm and motioned down the hallway, backing away another foot or two, at which Jim, albeit reluctantly, got to his feet and pulled his pants up. "That sucked," he said as he fastened his shorts. "Worst blow I've had," he stormed down the hallway, muttering things as he left.

The tenant called after him, "Talk to your dealer about that while you're seeing a doc about your hair trigger." She looked over at me, "Hopefully you won't let me down." Walking toward her kitchen, she stopped at the entrance and glanced over her shoulder, "Make yourself comfortable while I wash your friend off me."

I guess I was still kind of in shock at what I had just seen. I mean we weren't there to fuck a tenant, yet she seemed wanting to first fuck with us, then fuck us. I sat myself on the couch, but stood to my feet when she walked back into the room.

She looked up at me, "Something wrong?"

"No, it's just approaching lunchtime," I replied.

Her response and demeanor seemed populated with disappointment, "Oh okay", until I took her off her feet in one swift motion. The look of immediate fear in her eyes was priceless, though the initial scream left a slight ring in my ear. I carried her the few feet to the couch and set her laying down. She propped herself on her elbows, looking up at me, her face seeming a little pale, her eyes were no doubt very wide, "What the hell are..."

I lifted her legs, holding them together, and tipped her completely onto her back off her elbows, holding her legs in the air above her. Her ass had a feel to it that made me think that either she worked out or she really enjoyed being on top during sex. And given how she teased us while trying to work, it didn't matter if the former was true, I was convinced the latter must be. Swollen, raised and soft as fresh dinner rolls, her pussy stood out demanding attention.

Kneeling onto the open space of the couch, I lowered myself down to her pussy, looking at it, glancing around its shaved form, noticing not a hair upon it. I guess the fact I didn't dive right to her pussy started to get to the tenant, as she glanced off to her side to try to see what I was doing, "Are you just going to stare at my pussy or eat it already?"

Using part of my weight to keep her legs back, my thumbs on her pussy lips, I lightly parted her pussy lips, slightly opening the curtains to her sex. I slid my tongue through the channel between her lips, tasting her juices, a hint of some kind of fruit mixed in. My curiosity mildly piqued, I ran my tongue all around her soft lips, encountering that flavor wherever my tongue went.

I pulled my lips away momentarily, "Mmm... you shaved this morning, right?"

Breathing a little hard, she responded, "Shut up and eat me!"

"Not till you answer me."

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

"And you use some kind of fruity shaving cream?"

"Yes! Now fucking eat me already!"

I laid my tongue completely flat on the bottom of her pussy, like a blanket to the opening of her sex. Slowly I slid across her pussy, digging the tip of my tongue between her lips, as if it were riding a channel straight along her pussy, pulling my tongue away just before reaching her clit. The glaze of my saliva glinted in the light.

I blew a puff of air across where my tongue had just been. Goosebumps puckered along her pussy, and unless my eyes were deceiving me, her clit was poking out from under its hood as well. I dragged my tongue flat along her pussy, again stopping just short of her clit, but giving it a slight glance as I pulled my face away.

I could feel her legs trying to push back against me, probably to lock my head in place so I could just devour her pussy, but I wasn't in any rush. Looking down further past her pussy, her asshole was slightly darker than her pussy. I blew a short puff of air at it; it winked in reflex. I touched it with the tip of my tongue and I could swear it became a tiny hand, trying to grab onto my tongue and hold it in place for as long as it wanted.

I trailed my tongue around her rim, taking a couple laps around her asshole before leading it to the middle, dipping my tongue like I was going for the last little bits of ice cream inside a cone. I glided my tongue back up, laying it flat as I pulled it across her pussy and glanced across her clit.




On The Job



In a momentary lapse back to reality, I thought I could hear the tenant breathing deeply, sounding somewhat labored, but her pussy didn't appear to give any indication that she had cum, giving me little choice but to press on. I licked my finger and rimmed her asshole as my tongue had before. I started lightly kissing her pussy in random spots, avoiding her clit, goosebumps puckering where my lips had touched.

Pushing my finger just a touch into her ass, I went from gentle puckering kisses on her pussy to practically making out with it, burying my lips into her pussy as if her sex was the only source of air left in that room. The warm waters and nectar of her well erupted onto my lips and chin, coating and saturating my skin. I pushed my finger deeper into her ass, and consumed her pussy like I was devouring watermelon. Her legs tried to fight me again, and I could swear I was hearing her screaming, but my focused on devouring her pussy seemed to drown out anything I might hear.

I pulled away and looked at her pussy with my finger buried in her asshole. Her clit sat along the edge of her lips, like a tiny woman sitting in a bathtub just waiting. It seemed to demand attention, but I was somewhat reluctant to give in, half afraid of what the reaction would be. Her pussy had already erupted over her lips, glazing them even more than my tongue had done earlier, overflowing down to her asshole and coating what was exposed of my finger.

And aside from a few momentarily glances, I had not touched her clit. Would I even need to? Given appearances, probably not, but if I did not, would she scream out for me to do so anyway?

I calmly extracted my finger from her ass. Rinsing and coating it in the river that washed down from her pussy, I rimmed and coated her asshole before easing it back in, letting it loiter momentarily before leisurely fucking her ass with it. I gently kissed around her pussy, in select but random places, still avoiding her clit, saving it for the last kiss.

I resisted the call of her clit until it's demands were too strong. And when I gave in, puckering my lips around it and giving it a gentle kiss, her ass gripped tight around my finger and her legs fought against me and almost won. I persisted, holding her legs back and trailing my tongue all around her pussy and giving her clit the attention it had been deprived. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked first soft then hard, as if I was trying to pull a cherry from a bowl using only my lips to grab hold of it and my tongue to ensure I had it.

Her ass evicted my finger completely -- one heck of a reflex indeed given I had my finger quite a ways in. The washbasin of her pussy turned into an effective means of coating my mouth and the skin around it with the waters of her sex churning from below. A loud scream caught my attention and brought me back to reality as her body went somewhat limp. I pulled away and stood up from the couch.

Breathing hard, eyes closed, the tenant's body shined with the brightness of the sun with her orgasmic ecstasy. I let her legs down, letting them rest elevated on the arm of the couch and walked to the side table.

The tenant managed to speak, although with breaths interrupting her words, "Get your ass... over here and... fuck me."

I had every intention of doing so. It would've been cruel to not, and though I can be evil at times, I wasn't going to be that evil. I grabbed one of the packets and walked back over. I undid my shorts and dropped them and my boxers to the floor, digging my feet out of them, leaving my shoes on.

The tenant opened her eyes and glanced over at me in my half-naked glory with my cock rock hard in the open. She outstretched her arm toward my cock which was just out of reach. I took two steps forward and let her warm hand wrap, stroke, and lightly tug at it as she sat herself up.

I moved forward another step, my cock pointing at her face. Stroking it a couple more times, she licked her lips and surveyed my cock with her tongue, seeming to form a mental picture of it in her mind. Then she wrapped her lips around my cock and took its length into her mouth.

With the focus and fervor she put into sucking my cock had me wondering if she thought I stole energy from her body through her pussy and clit and was keeping it in some cache she could tap and drain by sucking my cock. Indeed she didn't waver for a moment, even when she took the condom packet from my hand and opened it without looking. The tenant waved off my cock only long enough to slip the condom a little onto it, but she followed with her lips and mouth as she unrolled the condom down my length, warming the condom and my cock with a few passes of her mouth before breaking away entirely.

The tenant looked up at me with those big eyes. She seemed to recover some of her strength sucking on my cock as well. She stood up in front of the couch, forcing me back a step, and turned around and kneeled on the couch, presenting her ass to me as she had presented it previously. She looked over her shoulder and across her body to me, her eyes all but saying "Fuck me".

I dropped to my knees behind her ass. Her engorged pussy was glazed with her juices, appearing so appetizing I couldn't resist running my tongue around her pussy, wanting to take in as much as I could. I channeled my tongue between her lips as well, trying to get as much of her nectar as I could manage. In a momentary glance when I took a breath, I noticed the glass dildo nearby on the couch and grabbed it.

I stood to my feet. The tenant peered over her shoulder at me, her eyes almost desperate in their desire for a hard fuck. I held the dildo in her line of sight and her eyes went wide, then even more so as she inhaled sharply when I placed it so her pussy's lips puckered around end of it. I slid the dildo around her pussy, coating it in her juices, then easily slid it through into her cunt. Her moans and light screams echoed off the wall behind the couch as I churned and fucked her pussy, a white creamy liquid oozing from her lips and coating the dildo.

I don't think I fucked her with it enough for her to cum, as when I pulled it from her pussy, she looked back at me, longing and yearning still coating her eyes. Her juices gave a slick and translucent coating to the glass. I lightly touched the end of the dildo to her puckered asshole, then slowly pushed it into her. With each passing inch, she took a deep inhale and held it, keeping her breathing slow and deep until it was about its full length in.

I eased it back out of her ass, listening to each breath and moan with which she responded. After popping the tip through her asshole, I watched for the brief moment it took for her asshole to close up after it was completely out. I touched the dildo to her asshole again, sliding it back through and into her ass.

The tenant reached behind and grabbed hold of the glass rod and pulled it almost all the way out of her ass, stopping short before pushing it back in. Watching her fuck her ass with the dildo had me as captivated as watching her fuck her pussy with it while teasing us. With each pass she moaned, her head tilted back so it filled the room instead of echoing off the wall.

She paused momentarily to glance over her shoulder and look me in the eye. I knew what she was going to say before she even said it, as her eyes had been saying it for her, "Fuck me."

All morning I wanted this, hoping that her teasing would not leave me hanging with a leaning tower in my pants and an unparalleled need to wank one off. Her eyes, her lips, her body practically screamed for my cock after I finished eating her like I was dying of starvation. Her ass presented to me for the hard fuck she desired -- no, demanded -- a step forward was all it took before my cock was at her cunt, washing itself in the juices oozing from her pussy.

I slid between her lips and deep into her pussy smoother than a fork through the perfect pot roast, but the feeling of her pussy finally wrapped around my cock was many factors more satisfying. Pussy sates a completely different, more nagging hunger, one she had been teasing all morning. I was thanking God she preferred the thin condoms as the heat of her pussy soaked into my cock.

My instincts took over. My cock seemed on its own to want every corner of her pussy it could reach. It was the fork plowing through the pot roast of her pussy, and I could only moan and groan in satisfaction. Occasionally I caught what I believe sounded like colorful words being uttered, but from which of us I couldn't really tell. I was too busy sating my need for her pussy to care really about anything else, except holding back on what her cunt was trying to milk from me. And I had no intention of giving in until I'd had my fill of her.

Or that's what I thought, but the twang in my body grew stronger, almost to that point of not being able to control it. I wasn't ready to cum yet; I had not satisfied my need. I pulled out of her pussy, giving my cock that moment it needed to calm itself. The tenant's displeasure was plainly evident in the pout on her lips and expression in her eyes.

The dildo was still deep in her ass, her hand holding it in place. I pulled it out of her and dove my face to her ass, burrowing my tongue and eating around her asshole long enough for the twang in my cock to fade. Her eyes still had that "fuck me" look to them when I came up from her ass.

I touched my cock to her asshole. Spreading her cheeks wide, her breathing went still as I pushed into her ass. I could swear she uttered a "holy shit!" as I pushed in and her ass muscles closed around my cock. I could have cum at that moment, and pausing a moment kept me from cumming so soon after getting into her ass, and also allowed her to regain some semblance of normal breathing.

If her pussy was warm, her ass was like lava. And with the natural tightness of her ass muscles closed around my cock, I knew it wouldn't take long before I was not going to be able to hold back. I leaned forward over her, grabbing onto the back of the couch next to her shoulders as she leaned into it. Each thrust counted down to that point of no return as I pulled my cock nearly all the way back out of her ass and drove back in as far as I could.

When that point hit, I pushed as deep into her as I could and stirred around, enticing my cock to release what had been penned up inside me when the tenant's teases began. With a load groan from deep in my chest and a heavy feeling in my loins, several jets of hot spunk shot from my cock into its confines.

I loitered in her ass for a short bit. She lifted her head and looked around at me, not saying a word. I held the rim of the condom as I pulled out of her ass, then collapsed onto the couch next to her, just staring out the patio door, my cock still hard in its cocoon and resting against my body. From the corner of my eye, I saw her merely collapse onto her side.

For several moments, there was nothing but silence save the sounds of labored or heavy breathing, with the occasional "Fuck!" riding an exhale to its expression. A few moments later, I glanced over at her. She was staring back at me, smiling wide. She didn't say anything and neither did I. I got up from the couch, gathered my clothes, and went to the bathroom where the tenant had earlier pointed Jim and cleaned up.

When I got back out to the living room, the tenant was sitting sideways on the couch, clothed in a t-shirt and jean shorts, reading her book, seeming as if nothing had even happened. Jim was standing next to the newly installed back door, leaning against it as it sat open.

"Took you long enough," he said. I just looked at him with this seemingly confused look on my face. He stared back at me with a similar confused glance, "Have you been daydreaming or something? You look like you fell asleep in there." I did feel a little lightheaded, but given it was about lunchtime, I guess it was out of hunger.

"Well we'll be out of your hair, now," Jim said to the tenant as I glanced back to the couch.

The tenant looked up from her book. "Take care boys."

Jim and I gathered everything up and took everything back out to the patio. With a final glance in the living room, ensuring we had everything we brought in including the trash, I glanced over to the tenant, "Take care."

She looked up from her book and smiled and winked. She then slowly slid almost all of her finger between her lips and closed her eyes, letting it linger several moments too long before pulling it out and turning the page in her book. She glanced over at me again and smiled wide, winking again.

I turned around and closed the door behind me, feeling even more confused than before. Only one question ran through my mind: what the hell just happened?

"Lucky bastard," Jim groaned.

I just glanced at him, "What? What makes you say that?"

He went for a rope and kneeled down to tie it to the bucket handle. "I saw you diving on her cunt." He slid the bucket off the side of the balcony and started lowering it down, "Had her screaming so much I thought you were eating her soul out through her pussy."

"It sounds like you missed the best part. And it sounds like you're jealous."

"Don't make me throw you from this balcony. Now give me a hand with the rest of this crap."



On the Job



The job, including the obscene phone calls, and characters, is real but everything else is fiction. Hope you like it.

I had recently got a job at a local pizza joint for the summer. It was literally the next street over from my house. It's kinda sad because I live in a small town with its own pizza place but no gas station or post office. Anyway, I worked as a cashier and delivery driver, usually finding out which one I'd be doing when I arrived at work. 

I was working on the register one Saturday night, and it was surprisingly empty. I usually saw people I knew through school and sports. But tonight it was just me, the chef, and my boss, a balding, but very intimidating, guy in his 30s named Frank, who towered over me at about 6'4" when I was 5'9". I was sitting there bored, on my phone, and Frank was in his office, probably jacking the beanstalk. 

Then the phone rang. Excited to be doing something tonight, I answered enthusiastically, "Good evening, thank you for calling. This is Matt speaking, how can I help you?"

A very familiar voice replied, "Hi, I'd like an order of a very large serving of you. But with no clothes please."

I recognized it instantly. I sighed and said half-frustratedly, "Liv, we've had this conversation before. You can't say stuff like that, what if my boss hears?"

Liv was my girlfriend of 2 years. She was 19, a year older than me, and was home from college for the summer. I was starting college in the fall. She had a very attractive face and body, and a rather outgoing personality. She had a man's vocabulary, and used it a lot. She often had a worse mouth than I did. Anyway, she was about 5'3", had blondish-brown hair and hazel eyes. Her body was toned from soccer. She had an amazing ass, my favorite feature, and a navel piercing and possibly C cups. Her legs were long and muscular, but not ripped. 

Anyway, she replied, "Aw cheer up, baby. You sound mad. Is work boring? It looks empty. I just drove by and saw only your boss' car and yours."

"It's pretty empty. Actually, it's completely empty. But anyway, as I was saying, you can't keep saying stuff like that. If my boss ever answered the phone..."

"He won't. He's not there now. And by the way, I like that uniform. It matches your eyes."

I quickly spun around and put the phone down. Liv was waving and smiling through the door at me. "Oh, crap," I muttered, waving her in resignedly. 

She opened the door and walked up to the counter. Just as my boss came out of his office. "Hi, welcome. I can take your order if you're ready."

"Ummm, I don't know yet. Don't wait for me. I'll give it to him if you need to get back to work," Liv said, gesturing to me. 

"Sure, that's fine. Thank you," he looked at me with a "don't-fuck-this-up" look and went back to his office, closing the door. 

I quickly turned to Liv and hissed, "What are you doing here, Liv?!" 

She grinned and jumped over the counter, standing in front of me. "Seeing you, of course. I said I drove by, but never said I didn't come in. I also just told your boss I'd 'give it to you', but I wasn't talking about my order," she licked her lips and kissed me hard. She pulled away and said, "You know, the uniform really does bring out your eyes. They're like a grayish-blue." 

"You'll have plenty of time to get lost in my eyes after I get off. I'll be done in about 20 minutes, if you wanna wait around." I said forcibly.

"I'm getting off right now looking at you, if you know what I mean," she whispered. "I'll be done in about 10 seconds." I honestly didn't know if she was joking or not. 

The conversation was ended as a customer walked through the door. Before I could greet him, Liv took over. "Hi, how's it going? What can I get for you?" 

He ordered a meatball sub, and I was forced to work in silence, biting back my tongue to tell Liv to stop screwing around. He left soon after and I turned to her, "What the hell? You don't even work here. I'm serious, if my boss sees you..."

She laughed. "You're so cute when you're mad. Come here," she grabbed my shirt and kissed me again, adding some tongue in. 

I pulled away abruptly. "Liv, I mean it. Go wait outside. I'll be done soon."

"Hang out with me after. I'm bored and have nothing to do." She put on an imploring face.

I was about to answer when my boss walked out of his office without warning. "Oh fuck. Liv, you gotta get out of sight. Now!" I hissed, pushing her under the counter. 

He walked over to the counter and stood looking at the menu. "I'm hungry. I'd like a small sausage pizza and a sprite, please." 

"Of course. I'll put the order in for you. The total is fourteen d-OHMYGOD!" I gasped as I felt my cock entering something warm. Jesus, if that's what I think it is... I thought, glancing down. Liv had my cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down, trying to deepthroat me. I had never noticed her unbuttoning my pants!

It occurred to me my boss was looking at me suspiciously. "What?"

I had to think quickly. "I'm sorry. I hit my knee on the counter. Hate when that happens. Anyway, it comes to fourteen dollars and ninety eight cents." I was desperately trying to get my mind off of my cock. But it felt so damn good. Frank paid and stood there waiting for his food, on his phone. I waited until he looked away, then glanced down again. Liv was hidden from my boss' sight, in a narrow opening under the counter. But I could see her perfectly, winking up at me with her mouth assaulting my manhood. I pretended to cough into my elbow, actually stifling a moan. He looked up and said, "Bless you."

"Thanks," I said, starting to tremble with pleasure. Liv was now swirling her tongue around the base of my cock.

"So, how's the work been?" he asked.

"Good. This place is dead today. It's been an easy shift," I said, holding the counter with a death grip and starting to sweat.

He obviously noticed. "Are you ok? You look flushed."

I grunted, "Yeah I'm fine. It's just my knee still throbbi-JESUS!" as a shockwave of pleasure passed through me. I had to think fast again. "Sorry, my knee just gave out. I'm fine. Really." I smiled unconvincingly.

He said, "Is that why your knuckles are white from holding the counter?" 

I looked down. Oh shit, I thought. "Yeah. My knee is killing me." I bit my lip subtly, trying to hold back a moan as my dick started throbbing. Liv was humming gently and stroking my balls.

He was about to reply when the chef finished the order and placed it on the counter. Frank paid with a credit card. I gave him his food and watched him walk back to his office and close the door. I finally moaned out loud, "FFFUUUCCCKKKKK!" and came, squirting into Liv's mouth. She swallowed all of it. Quickly, she put my dick back into my pants and stood up, smiling and winking. All I could say was, "Liv, what the fuck? Don't do that again. Don't get me wrong, the orgasm was unbelievable, but if my boss saw you...." 

She snorted, "I told you I was gonna give it to you. Actually, I am hungry now. Could I get a salad?"

"Of course. And in return for the blowjob, it's free. Don't tell my boss though all right?" I smiled and pecked her lips. I had 10 minutes to go on my shift. 

Liv had just sat down when Frank reappeared from his office. "How's the knee?" he asked.

"Much better now. I can stand properly." Liv caught my eye and started laughing silently. 

"That's good. Anyway, I came out here to ask for my receipt. I never got one." We were required to give receipts to the customers.

Oh shit, I forgot. I thought with horror. "Receipt?" I said blankly.

"That's right. The receipt. You know, the piece of paper with the items and total cost," he said impatiently. Then he got a suspicious look on his face. "It has my credit card number on it. That didn't find it's way into your wallet by any chance, did it?"

"Whoa, Frank. Those are some serious implications! I mean, employees are obligated to give receipts. I could be fired for that!"

"That's right. That's why I wanna see my receipt in your hand in the next 5 minutes, or you won't have a hand to hold it with." He glared at me and went into his office. I quickly tore apart the counter, looking for it, and found it still hanging from the cash register. Frank looked at it closely, making sure I wasn't forging it, and accepted it with a scowl, probably looking for an excuse to fire me.

My shift had finally ended. I grabbed a coke and sat down with Liv at her table. "Liv, I don't know where you learned how to do that shit with your tongue, but please continue doing it! That was the best blowjob you've ever given me! Just don't do it when my boss is trying to talk to me. I hope he didn't guess what was happening!"

"I'm just trying to be a good girlfriend, rewarding my man for treating me like a fucking princess. I'm guessing it works!" she laughed. "And there's no way he guessed. All he gives a shit about is money. He wouldn't notice if we were fucking on the counter! Which gives me an idea for next time..." she smirked with an all too familiar glint in her eye and sipped her water. 

"I love you," I said simply. And I really did.

She beamed at me across the table. "I know. And I love you too." She leaned in and kissed me. We just sat there lip locked over our drinks for about a minute until she pulled away and stood up to leave. "Will you hang out with me now? Please? Plllleeeeaaasse?" She gave me a look that she knew would get me to give in. 

How could I say no? "I'd love to. I'll have to go home and change first though."

"No, you don't need to. You're not gonna need clothes where we're going," she winked and walked outside. 

I followed and asked, "Where're we actually going?"

"A place I know called Pleasure Island. Trust me, you'll love it." 

I laughed and took her hand. "With you, it'll be even better."

She laughed too and replied, "Oh my god. You can be disgustingly cheesy sometimes, but I love you anyway." She paused and let me pick her up. I carried her to her car, kissing her madly and depositing her in the driver's seat. "Next stop, Pleasure Island!" she grinned and pulled me into the passenger seat and took off. "We'll come back for your car later," she said, driving away.

I ended up staying at her house for the night. I'll leave what we did to your imagination, but I can assure you, it sure as hell wasn't sleeping!



On The Job



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On The Job



Part 1:

So I'd been working at my job as an IT guy for a small business for about 4 years. It was an easy job and gave me plenty of time to explore my own interests as well. I had almost too much time on my hands as I ended up looking up porn and reading stories far too often, but I'm not complaining. Out of the blue one day the operations manager came in with a very attractive, slightly older woman whom he introduced as Penny. She was going to be the new office manager. Initially I was not looking forward to it because we'd been without an office manager for a long time and I was used to doing my own thing. As it turned out, my fears were unfounded. She was totally cool and fun to work with, not to mention sexy as hell. 

I knew things were going to be ok when, on the third day after she started, we were talking about this and that and she noticed me looking at a couple of tattoos she had. She asked if I liked tattoos and I told her that I liked them sometimes, but I'd probably never get any myself. She asked if I liked hers. I told her that I did. They were very tasteful and not cheesy or over the top, so it was easy to be truthful. After this, she looked at me conspiratorially and then told me to check another one out. She lifted the bottom of her shirt slightly and pulled the top of her pants down slightly. I could see the top of her panties and part of a tattoo. She pushed the top of her underwear down slightly and let me see a heart that was just below the panty line on the right side of her pelvis. It wasn't terribly far from her crotch, so I found it a bit titillating. 

She looked down at me and smiled and I grinned up at her. Then I told her that it was cute and then asked if she had any other...uh, intimate ones. She laughed and smiled and said she did, but told me that she couldn't show me those...yet. She told me that maybe in a couple of weeks when we knew each other better, she might let me see them. I laughed with her and said ok, but thanked her for sharing the heart with me. It looked like it might turn out to be fun working with Penny. 

Her office was right next to mine and there was actually a door that we left open that connected the two rooms. So, it was almost like working in the same office. I was more careful about what I had on my screen, but I wasn't too concerned. She seemed pretty cool so far and I doubted that she'd mind too much if she caught me looking at something naughty. I did notice after about a week that she was talking with another co-worker, Juanita, a lot. She was also a very sexy, slightly older woman that worked in the office. I considered them both absolute MILFs and before Penny had come along I'd already been attracted to Juanita. The problem had been that she was in a relationship, though just before Penny arrived it had ended. From what I could tell, it seemed like they hit it off very well and had started hanging out a lot. I'd noticed that Penny was closing the door between our offices more often and Juanita was always in there during it. I just figured they were talking about private stuff. Perhaps Juanita was getting advice from her about her break up. I didn't worry myself too much about it though. 

About three weeks into her tenure I was sitting at my desk doing whatever when she came back to her office after taking lunch. She closed the outer door to her office and came over to our shared door and said, "Hey! Whatcha doin'?"

I looked up and said, "You know...a whole lot of nothin'." 

She laughed and replied, "Well, come in here. I want to talk to you about something."

I was intrigued, but not sure what to expect. She closed the door behind me and had me sit down. Then instead of sitting down behind her desk, she walked in front of me and leaned against the front of it. She asked me, "Soooo...did you still want to see my other tattoos?"

I grinned and told her, "Uh...but of course."

She said, "Ok...well, here's the deal. I'm...well...I'm super fucking horny. So, I'll make a bargain with you."

I nodded and started to get excited myself. I wasn't sure exactly what was coming, but it sounded promising. She continued, "I will show you my other tattoos, but I'm going to need something from you...as in...I'm going to need you to...um...go down on me."

My mind was blown. She was sitting there rubbing her legs together and acting all fidgety like a bitch in heat. I wasn't even one hundred percent sure I'd heard her right, but I replied, "Uh...you...uh want me to...lick your pussy? Right here?" 

She smiled seductively and said, "Mmmhmmm...right here. Are you up for it?" 

I probably should have stopped and asked her if she had any STDs first, but I replied, "Oh fuck yeah! How could I possibly turn down a beautiful woman like you with such a dirty request?"

She looked very pleased and started sliding her hands up her legs. When she got to the bottom hem of her skirt, she continued pulling it upwards until her beautiful hairless cunt was on display. She wasn't wearing any panties and there was the other tattoo. A small black arrow above her pussy pointed right at her clit or her cunt, depending on what you were focused on I guess. I was now very horny. I looked up at her and said, "You have a lovely pussy Penny! And the tattoo is nice as well."

She thanked me and then stood and gathered the back of the skirt in her hands also. She turned around to show me her other tattoo. It was another small arrow just above her anus. She told me I could spread her buttocks if I wanted to see it better. So I did. She had the prettiest little asshole. It was all I could do to not just bury my tongue in it right then. She turned back around and told me to pull the chair closer. I did as I was told and put my hands on her gorgeous thighs and felt their marvelous texture. Then I began kissing up them, taking time on each side as I worked my way closer to her honey pot. I could already smell the intoxicating aroma of her sex emanating from between her legs. This was going to be fun. 

Before long I had made my way to her pussy. I kissed along the swollen lips, eliciting small sighs from her. She was very wet and though I hadn't used my tongue yet, I could already taste a bit of her lovely flavor. It drove me wild. So after only a little more teasing, I started tasting her directly. I licked up and down her puffy slit before finally pushing my tongue into her tight pink canal. She moaned a little louder at this anticipated intrusion. Her cunt tasted heavenly so I pushed in as far as I could. I licked and sucked her until she was writhing on my face. She had grabbed my head and was trying to force me further inside. 

Soon my mouth worked its way up to her clit and I slid a finger into her pulsing fuckhole. She moaned deeply again. I was worried we were going to draw attention, but I couldn't stop working this beautiful woman's pussy. She probably wouldn't have let me stop if I'd tried to. Eventually I worked two, then three fingers into her and pumped them in and out of her soaked cunt as I continued my assault on her clit. She was shaking and squeezing my head so hard now I could barely breathe. In a matter of moments I felt even more liquid almost erupt as she had her first orgasm on my face. She had muffled the sounds of her pleasure by pulling her shirt up and covering her mouth with it. 

As she came down from her climax I looked up and saw her now exposed bra and the plump tits it contained. I told her she should take it off and let me see her lovely breasts. She smiled and complied. I continued my oral ministrations as she unveiled the beautiful globes. They were magnificent like the rest of her. Perfectly proportioned for her curvy, feminine frame with wonderfully pink erect nipples awaiting a hungry mouth to suck on them. She looked down at me devilishly as I continued to feast on her. 

Again I forced my tongue deep inside her now stretched hole. She whimpered and bit her bottom lip. I tongue-fucked her a bit more and then kissed lower down on her cunt. Her fluids leaked continuously and had traveled down between her ass cheeks and were coating the tight ring of her anus. I lapped lasciviously at the bottom of her pussy and allowed my tongue to slip down and taste the wonderful juices in her cleft. As I teased her asshole I paused intermittently to ask her, perhaps dumbly, if the arrow above her rear entrance meant she liked to be fucked there. She shuddered and sighed again before answering that it was exactly what the arrow meant. That was all the answer I needed before hungrily tasting the tight orifice. 

I played with her engorged clit as I tossed her salad. She again struggled on my face in ecstasy. My tongue pushed as far into her asshole as I could get it. I fucked it in and out while strumming her pussy. She was going crazy. Amidst muffled moans, she begged me to push some fingers into her asshole. That's how she put it, "some fingers." This bitch didn't want a single digit, she wanted to be opened up and stretched out. I knew we were in for a lot of fun. Today and in the times to come. I obliged her and began working my index and middle finger into her after coating them in her copious love juices. I licked and sucked her clit as the digits slowly invaded her tight anus.

She was a wild beast now. She clearly loved anal stimulation. After she was loosened up a bit, she began humping herself on my buried fingers. Her groaning and whimpering was almost constant now and she had forced her shirt deep into her mouth to lessen the sound. I then worked my ring finger in beside the other two and in no time flat was assfucking her with the three of them. She finally came again after I pounded them in and out of her forcefully and sucked her clit for all it was worth. After she came down this time she ordered me to stand up and forced her tongue down my throat. We kissed deeply with the intertwined flavors of her pussy and ass evident in our mouths. She couldn't get enough of it. She unbuckled my pants and stood up. She told me to sit on the edge of the desk and after I did, she sat in the chair in front of me. After pulling my very hard cock out, she immediately stuck out her tongue and began licking the tremendous amount of pre-cum that was seeping from my piss hole. She moaned her approval at its taste before taking my head into her mouth. 

She was hungry as fuck for my cock. It wasn't long before she was bobbing up and down on me. My shaft was coated with her saliva and she jacked the bottom half that wasn't in her mouth as she sucked me. I was already close to cumming, as much from being so aroused at this whole situation, as from her skills. She began playing with my balls as she sucked and next thing you know she was forcing more of me into her mouth. She wanted me to cum. Her mouth worked up and down and soon my head was bumping the entrance to her throat. She gagged a bit, but continued to force me deeper. After a minute of this she stopped and looked at me crazily. She told me, "I want you to shoot your cum down my throat Matt! Grab my head and fuck my face!" 

She was a sex hungry beast now! She engulfed me again. I didn't need to be asked twice and grabbed her as she requested. I pulled her mouth onto me harder and harder. Soon I was fucking all the way into her throat. She groaned and her eyes bulged. I gave her a second to see how she'd respond and she simply looked at me said, "Yesss...more!"

So, I took her at her word and began fucking her throat like it was a pussy. There was slobber everywhere. As I pumped her face the sloshing sound grew fairly loud. I was a bit concerned that we'd draw attention and get caught, but I also wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to empty my balls into her beautiful mouth. She gagged on me as I fucked, but she was grabbing my thighs and occasionally massaging my ass which let me know that she was fully on board. After about 2 more minutes of fucking her tight throat, with a couple of short breaks for her to catch her breath, I told her I was about to cum. She looked up at me with what seemed like joy and expectation and squeezed my ass harder. After a couple of more thrusts into that excellent mouth my cock began to erupt. Pulses of thick white cum shot into her throat. I pulled back slightly into her mouth after a couple of spasms and blasted more in there. I wanted her to taste me. She enjoyed it and lovingly swirled her tongue around my head as I filled her mouth with more of my sperm. 

She licked and sucked on it until I was completely done cumming and cleaned off. What a good little cocksucker she was. I was in heaven and we hadn't even fucked yet. I knew more wonderful things were in the works. Little did I know that many of my dirtiest fantasies were soon to be fulfilled with this sexy and naughty woman. 

Part 2:

After that first session in Penny's office our relationship grew a lot more fun and kinky. She clearly got off on being dirty at work. I had to admit that it turned me on as well. I barely cared if anyone had noticed what was going on between us. She did set some ground rules and told me that for now, only she would initiate sexual situations. Part of her wanted to be at least somewhat careful I think, but also my guess was that she liked to be in control. I was good with the arrangement. 

We didn't have any more direct contact for a few days, but that didn't stop her from teasing me occasionally. One day I was reading something on my computer and noticed her move into the doorway in my peripheral vision. I turned to look at her and she was standing there looking at me seductively. She had the front of her skirt pulled up and she was playing with her sexy little pussy. Again, she had on no panties. The horny little exhibitionist must have started masturbating a bit before she stood in front of me because she began to shudder and came after letting me watch for less than 2 minutes. 

Another day I called her into my office to look at something I was working on and when she came in, she leaned over my desk to look at the screen and pushed her sexy ass out on purpose, knowing the effect it would have on me. After checking out what I was showing her for a couple of minutes, she grabbed my hand, slightly lifted the hem of her skirt, and put it on her ass. I began fondling her ass cheeks and upper thighs. She spread her legs slightly more as I played with her backside, so I slid my fingers between them. She was wet of course. I toyed with her naked cunt for a bit before sliding a couple of fingers into it. Her pussy drooled a bit more. After I coated them nicely with her liquid, I smeared it over her tight anus. She looked at me with a smile in mock surprise and said, "Naughty boy! Whatever are you doing back there?" 

I said nothing and just smiled at her as I used her lubrication to slide a finger in the tight orifice. After loosening it up slightly I covered my thumb in her juices and then slid it into her asshole. Now I could finger that hole while using my other fingers to strum her cunt. She let me play with her for a couple of minutes, but then stopped me and pulled my hand out from under her skirt. She brought it to her mouth and looked at me mischievously before taking my fingers into her mouth. She licked and sucked all her nasty fluids from them. She spent specifically noticeable time working my thumb in and out of her mouth as she looked sexily into my eyes. Penny was a dirty bitch! She loved letting me see her suck my thumb like it was a cock after it had fucked her tight asshole. When she finished she apologized for not letting things go further, but said she had to go to a meeting. I was, understandably, sad to see her go. 

We finally fucked properly one day at work after she teased me mercilessly again. She stood in my doorway, but this time she had her tits out as she fingered her soaked little cunt. She did it for longer this time, so I pulled my cock out and started jacking off. She clearly loved watching me as she played with herself. After a few minutes of mutual masturbation, she stopped and told me she had something to show me. I continued jerking my dick as she turned around. She lifted her skirt again to show me her ass. Then she bent over slightly and spread her buttocks. I could see that she she had a butt plug inserted. It looked so fucking hot! My already hard cock throbbed and grew even more solid. She looked back at me naughtily as she grabbed the base of the toy and slowly worked it out of her asshole. It was actually fairly large. Probably a medium sized plug. That was an impressive thing to have in your ass all day at work. She held it near her mouth and spit on it before working it back into her ass and then slowly pumping it in and out. It was unbelievably sexy and kinky to witness. 

After a couple of very hot minutes, she pushed it back inside and dropped the hem of her dress. Then she covered her tits back up. I looked at her disappointedly, but she smiled and told me to put my cock away. Then she told me to give her a few minutes head start, but to then meet her at the back of the building in this small storage area that was rarely used. Aside from the boxes of supplies, there were only a couple of chairs and a long, sturdy fold out table. 

When I finally arrived at the storage room, I tried to open the door and it was locked. I knocked and heard her ask, "Who's there?" in a joking, high pitched voice. Of course I answered, laughing, that it was me and she unlocked the door and said to come in. I entered and had my breath taken away immediately. She was totally naked except for her heels. Her body looked so amazing and fuckable. Her nipples were hard and she was already playing with her naughty pussy. She told me to undress, so I took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants. After removing my clothing I walked over to her, embraced her, and we started kissing. My hands slid down her smooth back and right onto her luscious ass. My stiff prick was pressed against her belly as we tongued nastily. After making out passionately for a few seconds, I kissed my way down to one of her beautiful tits and took the erect nipple into my mouth while I squeezed her juicy ass. She sighed softly as I molested her wonderful body. 

She grabbed my cock and started playing with it as I moved to her other titty to kiss and suck it as well. I massaged her buttocks a bit before spreading them to expose her naughty butt plug filled anus. She squealed a little as I did. Hey eyes grew larger as I put some pressure on the inserted toy. I kissed back up to her mouth and we frenched sloppily as I played with her body. I whispered in her ear that I couldn't wait to replace the plug with my cock. She giggled breathily and said she couldn't wait either. First though, she had me sit on the edge of the table and pulled one of the chairs up in front me. She sat in and grabbed my dick again. She got right to work on one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. 

She worked the head mainly at first, but as she coated me with more of her spit, she started taking it deeper and deeper into her throat. Then she began playing with my balls while she sucked. I had to slow her down a couple of times because she was really going to town. She occasionally kissed down my shaft and took my balls in her mouth. It was fucking heavenly. When she took my cock back into her mouth she tried to take it all the way into her throat, but bottomed out about two thirds of the way in. She hadn't warmed up enough yet. 

As good as her oral skills were, I was ready for some of that pussy. So, I stopped her after letting her work me a little longer and told her I wanted to fuck her nasty little cunt. She didn't argue. I had her stand up and bend over the table. Looking at her perfect body from behind was exhilarating. I couldn't wait to slide into that wet honey hole between her legs. Before I did that I wanted to tease her a little. I told her she was a very naughty little bitch for fucking men she hardly knew at her job of all places. She agreed. So then I said, "And you know what naughty whores get right?"




On The Job



She looked at me and smiled sweetly and said, "Well...umm...I'm not sure...What?" 

I said, "Spankings on their dirty little asses!" 

And I brought my hand down semi hard on one of her lovely, plump ass cheeks. She whimpered a bit and looked slightly surprised, but I knew she was aware of what I had been planning to do. I smacked the other cheek a little harder and she said, "Oww daddy! That stings! Please don't spank your little girl too hard! Even if she does deserve it." 

I smiled at her and said, "Well, I'll spank my little bitch however I see fit, but it won't be too bad...this time." 

Then I slapped her ass a couple more times on each cheek before sliding my fingers between her legs. She was soaking wet. I told her that she was definitely a kinky little fuck slut for getting wet from such treatment. Then I pushed my cock inside her drenched cunt. I went all the way in on the first thrust. She moaned and said, "Oh god...fuck yes! Push it deep inside me!" 

So I did. Again and again. I fucked her deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. Until I had to put my hand over her mouth because she was getting too vocal with her pleasure. She begged me to fuck her hard. She told me she was my personal whore and that she'd do whatever I asked her to. So I put that to the test and I pulled out of her and brought my cock soaked in her pussy fluids right up to her face and pushed it into her mouth. She fucking feasted on it! I pumped it in and out of her mouth a few times before moving back behind her and pushing all the way to the hilt in one motion. She grunted as I pounded her cunt. As we fucked, I started playing with the toy in her asshole. This drove her even crazier. She told me to fuck both her holes, so I began pumping the butt plug in and out of her ass as I plowed her pussy. 

She was getting really into it now and started fucking back against me and the toy. After a bit of shuddering she started cumming all over my cock. I could feel her pussy muscles pulsing and contracting on me as I thrust in and out. After she came down a bit from this she said, "Mmmm...fuck...that was good...now I need you...to put that thick fuck tool in my...mmmm...tight little asshole!" 

God I loved this woman! She reached forward to her purse that was further up on the table and pulled out some lube. She handed it to me as I was removing the butt plug from her pretty little pucker hole. Then I squeezed a decent amount of the liquid onto my cock and coated it well. I also squirted some between her sexy cheeks. After I was nice and slick, I pressed the tip of my cock against the tight ring in front of me. I'm really into anal, so I couldn't wait to give this kinky slut an assfucking she wouldn't soon forget. As I penetrated deeper she sighed and moaned and told me how good it felt. The plug had her nice and prepared, so my cock was going in quite easily. She reached under herself and started to play with her naughty little pussy. 

Before long I was all the way inside her and my balls were up against that pretty cunt. She told me how full she felt and how she loved getting her tight ass used. It was my turn to moan. After I gave her a few moments to adjust to my girth, I slowly withdrew. Then I pushed it back in, loving the feel of her tight sphincter as it stretched to accommodate me. I moved in and out slowly at first, but gradually built up my speed. She didn't complain a bit. In fact, she kept moaning and occasionally asking me for more and to go faster, harder. Jesus, she was a wonderful slut! 

In a short time I was pounding her tight, rear hole like it was her pussy. She was getting loud again and talking some dirty shit. I grabbed her throat and restricted her airway slightly to shut her up. I also leaned down and whispered in her ear that she needed to shut her fucking mouth or I was going to have pull out. She quieted up nicely. She must have liked being choked a bit because not long after doing this while I pumped her ass furiously, she started cumming again. I considered pulling my cock out and making her suck it, but as we were at work and hadn't discussed it, I didn't know how clean she was. I was a freak, but I wasn't into making women lick shit off my dick. I was getting close though and asked her where she wanted me to cum. She begged me to please cum in her ass. She didn't need to ask me twice. After a few more strokes I pushed all the way inside the tight passage and began pumping my spunk deep inside her bowels. She moaned deeply as I grunted inside her. It was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. 

After I came down from blowing my load inside of her ass, I pulled out. She told me to push the toy back inside. So I did. It went in with very little resistance. She pulled some panties out of her purse and put them on. She told me she wanted to leave the cum inside with the toy when she went back to work. She sat on the edge of the table and pulled me to her. She thanked me for a wonderful fuck and said there was a lot more fun to come soon. Then she kissed me again. We made out for a couple of minutes and then it was time to get back to work. When she stood up, the plug just wanted to slide out of her ass. She pouted a bit and said that it sucked that it wouldn't stay in, but she guessed that's what happens when you get your asshole pounded. She smiled and pulled the panties down slightly and removed the toy. I was pleased knowing my cum was still deep inside her ass as she pulled her underwear back up. I knew that it was going to ooze out of her slowly as she sat at her desk. I told her as much and she smiled and said, "I know...it makes me wet just thinking about it." 

Part 3:

After that, we flirted and teased here and there, but she was busy for a number of days and didn't initiate anything. She told me that she hadn't forgotten about me, but that she had a lot going on. She said she had an important project she was working on. I did notice she and Juanita were hanging out a lot more as well. She often had her come in to her office and closed the doors like she had before. She almost always had some music playing from her computer speakers and the air conditioning was kind of loud, so I couldn't hear what they were saying at all. I just assumed that they had become good friends after Penny had helped her out following her break up. 

I did notice that they went off together pretty regularly. It was usually around lunch time, but on at least one occasion it was only around 9:30 or so in the morning. I did feel a little rejected that she hadn't been paying me as much attention as I would have expected from someone whose ass I'd cum in. But, we weren't dating or anything, so I didn't pry. She did reassure me that we'd get together again soon. So I bided my time. She flashed her tits and pussy at me a couple of times here and there, so I figured we were still good. I gave her the space she required. 

I'm glad I didn't nag her because when I finally found out what had been going on and why I'd felt my spidey sense tingling about her, I was blown away. She had been working on a project, but it wasn't anything I would have ever expected. It was decidedly not work related. Juanita and she had not just been hanging out a lot at work. It turned out that she was going home with Penny every night after work. They were basically living together and they'd been going out a lot in the evenings to party. I was about to find out the true nature of recent events and it was amazing. 

I finally got clued in almost two weeks after she and I had fucked in the storage room. I was sitting at my desk working on some spreadsheets with my earbuds in. She appeared in the doorway between our offices so I looked up at her. She was smiling mischievously and motioned for me to take out the earbuds. After removing them I looked up at her and said, "What's up?"

She replied, "Well...I wanted to share the results of my project with you."

Then she motioned for me to come in to her office. I was glad and relieved to finally be re-engaged by her. I got up and walked towards the door. She moved inside behind her desk and as I entered, I was surprised to see Juanita sitting in the chair across from it. She looked a bit nervous, so I wasn't sure what the hell was going on. Penny had me close the door behind myself. Unlike Juanita, Penny was beaming. I had no idea why she was happy and was definitely confused. 

She told me that her project had worked out better than she ever could have expected. I said ok and asked her to tell me about it. She then said, "Oh...don't worry. I'm going to fill you in on every aspect of it."

This was a bit cryptic and the way she said it piqued my curiosity. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long to find out what she was referring to. She told me to sit on the edge of her desk facing Juanita. After I sat down, she leaned in from behind and told me to look at the rather anxious looking woman in front of me. I did as instructed and Penny said, "Well, I guess you've probably noticed that she and I have been hanging out a lot lately." 

I nodded my agreement and she continued, "Juanita and I have grown very close in the last few weeks."

I told her I'd noticed. She said, "She's just had a rather rough break up and needed a good friend to help her through it. I have been that friend."

Penny proceeded to tell me how they started talking and eventually went out for drinks a few days after she started working in the office. She explained that she felt bad for Juanita and wanted to offer her some advice and a shoulder to cry on. This was all it was at first, but after a couple of discussions of Juanita's private life, she learned some things about the woman that modified her interest in her. It turned out that she and her ex had quite a kinky sexual relationship and that the woman was a sexual submissive. 

I was definitely interested in what she had to say now. Not that I wasn't before, but things had taken a salacious turn with that last bit of information. Juanita wouldn't even look me in the eye as Penny continued. She told me that once she found out the woman's true nature, she had a hard time not wanting to dominate her. She was somewhat torn between wanting to care for her in a time of pain and wanting to seduce and control her. As they spent more time together, she noticed that Juanita seemed entranced by her. Penny admitted that she liked women, which excited me more than it surprised me, but she wasn't initially sure what she was sensing from the other woman. She decided to invite her out for drinks one night and to see if she could get her drunk and back to her house. 

Her plan worked. One evening after work, they had gone out for a light meal and then had some drinks at an upscale bar that Penny knew. She had offered to get Juanita another drink every time she'd finished the previous one and in short order, she was relatively sloshed. The drunk woman said she felt woozy and a bit tired. Penny told her she lived nearby and that they should head there so the woman could relax. Juanita resisted slightly and said she didn't want to be a bother, but Penny insisted. So, they walked the two blocks to her house. 

At first, she was very caring and accommodating, telling Juanita to kick her shoes off and to recline on her comfortable couch as she made them a couple of drinks. She put on some soft jazz and sat down next to the other woman after presenting her with a glass of chilled white wine. Juanita sighed deeply and relaxed into the couch. She told Penny that she'd just been under so much stress lately. She felt very uptight. Penny told her that she understood and after they sat there a minute, she offered to rub the woman's shoulders and neck. Juanita told her that she didn't need to go to the trouble, but the woman again insisted that she accept her kindness.

Juanita melted into the wonderful shoulder rub. Penny had the upper hand because through talking about the woman's personal life, she had learned much about what got her off. She decided to see if she could get things to progress. She told Juanita that the massage would be much better if she would take off her dress. The woman hesitated and said, that it wasn't necessary, but Penny changed her tone of voice slightly and said in a slightly more stern way, "Juanita, don't argue with me and don't feel uncomfortable. I want you to take off your dress."

The woman seem a bit surprised to be spoken to this way, but she shrugged her shoulders and said ok. She stood up and lifted the skimpy garment over her head and draped it over the back of the couch. Penny couldn't keep her eyes off the lovely panty clad ass in front of her. Juanita quickly sat back down near her though and she resumed kneading her now bare shoulders. The woman was still very tense, but after a couple more sips of wine and the attention her neck and back were receiving she finally started to relax. Her head dipped forward as she allowed Penny to manipulate her. 

Occasionally she sighed and told her masseuse how good what she was doing felt. Penny told her she deserved it after all the grief she'd been through lately. She had started working all the way up and down her back and often came very close to sides of the woman's breasts, as well as the top of her buttocks. Once she was fairly certain that Juanita was nice and tranquil, and probably slightly aroused, she decided to kick things up a notch. As she put her hands around the woman's waist and used her thumbs to apply a good deal of pressure to her lower back, the woman moaned softly. She was rubbing thoroughly just above her ass. Penny leaned her head in near the woman's ear and said softly, but firmly, "Juanita...I want to ask you something." 

The woman, in almost a light trance replied languorously, "Mmmm...what is it Penny?"

She continued, "Do you want to eat my pussy Juanita?" 

The woman noticeably tensed up a bit and stammered, "W...ww...what?"

She repeated herself, "I asked if you wanted to eat my pussy." 

She noticed Juanita start to try and move to turn around, so she slid her hands quickly up her back and onto her shoulders again and grasped them firmly and told her not to get upset or try to move. The confused woman replied, "I'm not sure...uh...what you're asking...me Penny." 

So, Penny replied, "It's a very simple question Juanita. I've seen the way you look at me and I know a bit about what turns you on...so, I just want to know if you want to get down on your knees in front of me right now and lick my pussy?" 

With this, she moved her hands down and around on to Juanita's breasts and pulled her forcefully to her. The woman's nipples were very hard and she was shaking a bit. She whimpered slightly and said, "Uh...uhm...what...are you doing to me...I don't know what you mean. I don't...even...like women like that."

Penny knew the woman was lying and she decided it was time to take further control. She took one arm and wrapped it around the front of Juanita's body and held her tightly while simultaneously sliding her other hand down towards her crotch. As she felt the very wet spot on the front of her panties she spoke more forcefully in her ear, "Hmm...it's interesting you say that considering the fact that your panties are soaked. I don't think I believe you."

Juanita was speechless as the woman firmly traced the outline of her very moist pussy through the fabric. While continuing to molest her cunt, she spoke again, "Also, I've seen you checking me out. Don't think I haven't noticed your eyes darting to my nipples at work and the bar. And I saw your reflection a couple of times in my compact mirror checking out my ass as I applied make-up. I'm very observant." 

The woman stuttered again, "I...uhh...I mean...well, you're a very attractive...woman. That doesn't mean...that...I uh...want to have sex with you."

She noticeably hadn't stopped Penny from playing with her pussy. The dominant woman continued, "Hmmmm...I still don't believe you. I saw the look in your eyes and I saw how you were acting tonight at the bar after a couple of drinks. I know lust when I see it. Don't be afraid to admit you want to taste me."

As she finished her sentence she slid her hand into Juanita's underwear and pushed two fingers into the well lubricated hole between her legs. She also moved her upper arm back a bit and down and took one of the woman's breasts firmly in her hand and began tweaking her nipple. Juanita moaned and shivered as she was overwhelmed by Penny's control. She was breathing heavily now and between sighing and shuddering, she said, "I...mmmm...I don't...know...maybe...I...uh...I guess I do want this. Want...you...mmmmmm" 

Penny smiled to herself and said, "Well, I'm glad you're admitting it to yourself. I knew I was going to have you the moment you set foot in my house." 

She continued to finger her increasingly slippery pussy as she spoke to her. After a couple of minutes of pleasuring her, the now malleable woman was getting close to cumming. Before she got too close to the edge, Penny stopped and sternly told the woman to stand in front of her. She hesitated a moment, but after a second, more firm request, she rose from the couch and turned and stood sheepishly in front of the dominant woman. Penny spoke calmly, but austerely and said, "Drop your panties to the floor."

Juanita again looked unsure, but internally was giving way and after another short pause, did as she was told. Her beautiful body was fully on display now. The slick juices between her legs sparkled slightly in the dimly light room. 

Penny looked at her admiringly, but didn't show too much of this on her face. She told the woman to turn around slowly and let her get a good look. Internally, it was dawning on Juanita how arousing this situation was for her. She loved being told what to do. The fact that it was a woman, who happened to be her manager, in this case, just made it even hotter. 

Penny slid her ass to the edge of the couch. She then said to the other woman in a commanding tone, "I want you to get on your knees." 

Juanita didn't hesitate much this time. She dropped down subserviently on to the carpet in front of Penny. Her new master told her to move closer and then lifted her skirt, revealing her beautiful, glistening cunt for the first time. She looked deeply into Juanita's eyes and said, "Now, it's time for you to lick my pussy and make me cum." 

The submissive bitch now in front of her was transfixed by her mistress's lovely sex. She leaned forward, inhaling the aromatic scent that emanated from Penny's honey pot. She felt intoxicated by the heady fragrance and wasted little time before burying her face between her legs. This was when she officially became Penny's fuckslut, her own little sub. 

Part 4:

I was amazed at Penny's story and wanted to hear more about their evening together, but she explained to me that though she would fill me in on everything that had happened that night, and since then, she mainly used this introduction to describe how Juanita become her controlled whore. She just wanted to bring me up to speed a bit so that she could move forward with her current plan for today. Her "project," as it turned out, had been dominating Juanita. 

She continued, explaining how she had completely owned the woman and how they had done many, many dirty things since that first night together. Apparently, what they had done the previous evening had taken the cake however. I could tell Penny was very excited about telling me what had happened. I couldn't wait to find out. She made it more interesting though before moving on to those events. She explained that Juanita was under her control at all times and this is why they had been spending so much time together. Also, except when explicitly told otherwise, she was to always have a butt plug inserted. I looked at the sexy woman in front of me and realized that it must be deep in her ass right then as we discussed it. 




On The Job



My cock was about to burst out of my pants. This was fucking astoundingly hot to learn. All of this was just plain surreal. I couldn't believe she'd brought me in to such a kinky situation, but I was certainly not complaining. Penny knew I loved ass related stuff, so she elaborated on the toy. She explained that it was a fairly sizeable plug. About the size she had that time we'd fucked, but this one buckled in with a small harness so that it wouldn't slip out. Though she'd occasionally challenged Juanita to walk around with it in without the buckle, or panties for that matter, she figured it would make things a little easier at work. After all, she didn't want anyone to get in trouble at our business or lose their job. 

Juanita didn't say anything as we sat there discussing her like she wasn't even in the room. She seemed to squirm a bit in her seat now and again. I wasn't sure if she was uncomfortable or just horny. I assumed the latter. 

After filling me in on what she wanted me to know, she said it was time for some real fun. I was filled with major erotic anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what she had in mind. First, she told Juanita to pull the chair in front of me and to sit back down. She did as instructed. Then she said, "Now, Juanita...I want you to release Matt's cock from his pants. I know he must be very uncomfortable after everything I've been telling him." 

I still couldn't read her face. She didn't seem either excited or unhappy to be pulling out my dick. It pulsed in her soft hands as she pulled down my underwear and brought it into the air. Penny then said, "Ok, I want you to give him an excellent blowjob while I tell him the story about last night." 

Juanita's face looked a little scared or upset as she was given her instructions. Penny explained to me that she wasn't upset at all about having to suck me off. To the contrary, over the last couple of weeks, she'd learned that the woman fantasized about me often. The problem was, she clarified, that the woman was conflicted about what had happened the previous night. She assumed that Juanita was frightened that she was going to tell me all about it. I felt her tongue swirling over my head as Penny spoke. Finally I felt her mouth engulf it completely and I groaned with the pleasure. 

Her mistress now began to tell me an incredibly kinky story about what had happened the night before. She spoke softly in my ear as Juanita took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her first sentence was as follows, "So, my fuckslut and I went out partying with her daughter last night. It was soooo much fun! Turns out, the apple didn't fall far from the tree with that one."

Upon hearing this, my head was spinning with all sorts of sordid possibilities. What had they gotten up to when they all got together? What the hell was I about to hear? I had met Juanita's daughter, Amanda, once at the office and she was a sexy little vixen from what I remembered. I could only imagine what kind of naughtiness had occurred when they went out. This was going to be good.

Part 5:

Penny began by telling me how she ended up partying with Juanita and her daughter, Amanda. She and her slut had been hanging out at her house downtown three days before. Amanda had called to talk to her mother. She needed to give her a tax form for something or other. She was wondering if she could stop by Juanita's house. Of course she wasn't home. Juanita told her she was at Penny's and Amanda asked where that was. It turned out she was only a couple of block away at a coffee shop. So, she asked if she could just stop by and drop it off. Penny told her it was fine for her to stop in. 

When the young woman arrived, Penny was pleasantly surprised. She was a sexy little thing that took after her mother in the looks department. Amanda's figure was also a little plumper. In a good way. She had a wonderful, juicy ass and was also somewhat bustier than her mother. Penny's mind couldn't help but think dirty thoughts, but she had no intentions of trying to seduce the girl. She did feel that Amanda acted a bit enchanted yet shy upon meeting her, which was intriguing. She wasn't sure what to make of it really so she chalked it up to the fact that she was young and was a bit daunted by meeting such a striking older woman. Young people can be so intimidated by those they perceive as authority figures. 

During the conversation, she had mentioned that she'd been invited to a costume party at a local club. She said she had considered going, but was having trouble getting someone to go with her. She was single, but she did have a number of friends. The problem was that everyone was busy that night. It was a mixed age club she'd been to a few times, but didn't really know anyone that worked there. She mentioned that she wanted to go because there were some cute guys that she'd seen a few times and thought the party might be a good chance to meet one of them. 

Penny asked if she'd thought of a costume to wear yet. She responded that she was considering a couple, but that on short notice, an easy one would be the clichéd sexy school girl outfit. Juanita playfully scoffed at her choice, saying that it would definitely have all the boys, and some older men, sniffing around. Amanda laughed and told her that that was the idea. Her mother didn't give her too much grief because she knew the girl had a good head on her shoulders and also, she had to admit, she had been just like that when she was her age. 

While they had chatted, Penny's devious mind had thought of a little plan. She suggested to Juanita that the two of them accompany her daughter to the party. Amanda, seemed excited immediately. Her mother's response was slightly more subdued. On the one hand, she thought it would be good to keep an eye on her daughter, but on the other, she was sure that Penny had some ideas about dominating her at the event and she wasn't really comfortable being part of that relationship with her daughter around. She looked at her mistress and her daughter and mentioned that Amanda probably didn't want to hang out with two older ladies, one of whom was her mother. Penny gave her a stare that said, don't ask questions, and her daughter simultaneously said that to the contrary she would love to go out partying with them. She mentioned that it would be fun and she'd feel a lot safer with them around. 

Juanita knew that she'd been overruled and was now somewhat apprehensive as to how this was going to play out. It didn't help any that Penny then made another suggestion that was taken well by Amanda. She'd told them that she had a costume idea that stemmed from the girl's schoolgirl outfit. She told them that she'd play the stern headmistress and they would both be the naughty schoolgirls. The girl loved the idea. Juanita was not as excited about it, but she played along and smiled with the other women. It really made perfect sense, as Amanda and her mother looked rather similar. In fact, they had, on more than one occasion, been mistaken for sisters. Of course it also made sense because Juanita was Penny's little bitch. 

So, the next day they had all gone shopping and acquired the costumes they were going to wear. The two "schoolgirls" looked incredibly slutty in their outfits. Juanita had initially gone for something a little less revealing, but Penny and Amanda had overridden her ideas. The skirts they had chosen were very short. When Amanda tried hers on in the dressing area it was so short that when she bent over too far, Penny and her mother could see the crotch of her underwear. Juanita tried to object, but one glare from her mistress shut her up. In fact, Penny told her to walk in front of them and bend over. She was hesitant, but complied. Amanda and the older woman watched as her mother walked a couple of feet away from them and started to bend over. When she got to a certain point, just shy of exposing her pussy, she stopped. Penny told her in a cheerful voice to bend just a little further. Juanita didn't want to, but knew she had to satisfy her mistress. 

When she did, her beautiful, naked cunt came into view. Her daughter said excitedly, "Oh my god! Mom!"

Penny and Amanda laughed as Juanita jerked upright. She looked at them and smiled despite herself and replied, "What?" 

Amanda said, slightly more quietly, since we were in the store, "Mom! You aren't wearing any underwear!" 

Her mother grinned and said, "Uhh...yeah. Sorry about that. That's why I didn't want to bend over too far. Penny's always pushing me to...uh do things I probably shouldn't."

The girl responded, "Hmmm...well, it's no biggie...I just wasn't expecting to see...my mom's pussy! And you shave too! I...uh...it's cool...it's just a bit of a surprise. Do you always go commando?"

Juanita explained that she had recently started trying it more and that she loved it. Amanda said conspiratorially that she often did it as well. Penny too, chimed in about how it turned her on to do it sometimes. The three ladies started to laugh. It broke the tension that had formed momentarily. They all got along quite well for the rest of the day. 

Before they left the store they had also gotten part of Penny's headmistress outfit. It was to consist of a black latex skirt she had at home and a tasteful white blouse she picked up at the store. She of course accented it with sheer black thigh high pantyhose and some classy black pumps. She had some glasses at her house that she was sure would finish off the stern headmistress look. Penny was really looking forward to wearing it the next night at the party and being the one in control.

Part 6:

Penny could tell at this point that due to Juanita's talented mouth, I was already getting close to shooting my load. She said she didn't want that just yet, so she told her to sit back in her chair for a bit and let me watch her play with her pussy while the story continued. The obedient slut did as instructed. Her naked cunt was magnificent. It was every bit as nice as Penny's. I could see that she was already wet from sucking me off. I knew she was uncomfortable with the story being told, but she was getting horny despite her internal conflict. I can only assume that's how the events of the previous night had played out as well. 

Before she continued, Penny walked around the desk and had me move over. Then she instructed Juanita to go down on her as she continued the story. She was a very smart woman. I probably wouldn't have last long in Juanita's mouth, but Penny could cum and keep the scenario going. It also allowed her to jack me off occasionally as she continued her tale. 

The three women had met at Penny's and had a quick cocktail before they headed out. She couldn't help but admire the sheer naughty sexuality of the two women in their schoolgirl outfits. This was going to be fun. She could tell that Juanita was feeling nervous, but felt certain that she would have her a lot more relaxed before long. She'd allowed her to not wear the butt plug at this point in the evening. There would be dancing and she didn't want her slut to be too uncomfortable early on. 

The club was about 7 blocks away and though they could probably have walked, it would have been somewhat difficult in their current attire. Plus it was slightly chilly that night. They all had longish coats on to help keep them warm. Penny had gotten a taxi to take them over to the club. They all squeezed in to the back seat. She had a schoolgirl on either side of her. She couldn't wait to tell these little bitches how naughty they were being before making them bend over so she could spank them. 

After a short drive they finally made it to the party and deposited their coats in the coatroom. When they walked in together, some people noticed immediately. They looked fucking hot and sexy as hell. Men and women alike were eyeing them up and down. They received catcalls from a few guys and even a woman or two. They need a couple of drinks before they hit the dancefloor. So, Penny spotted a nice round booth for them to relax in and headed there with Amanda as she sent her mother for the cocktails. They chatted a bit about all the attractive people in many different types of costumes. They were both giddy with excitement for the evening. Penny hadn't played up the headmistress act much yet, but Amanda put her hand on her thigh and told her with a laugh to feel free to keep her in line. She told her she certainly would. 

Juanita finally made it back with their drinks which they started sipping. Her mistress had to play nice at first because she didn't want to arouse too much suspicion from her daughter about their true relationship. Not two minutes after she was seated next to Penny however, her hand was grabbed under the table and brought between her legs. The slit in her latex skirt had been zipped up and Juanita's hand was forced against her sex. She was soaking wet already. The fuckslut knew what was expected of her and began playing with her mistress's pussy. She focused especially on her clit. It was very strange to do this while sitting across from her daughter. She hoped she couldn't tell what was going on. 

They made small talk and chatted about the people and the party. Penny told them that she would refer to them, if people asked, as her naughty, wayward girls and she said she'd use their real names. They both agreed with this. She then said that they were to refer to her as headmistress or ma'am. If they failed to call her this, they would be spanked or otherwise punished. Amanda giggled out loud at this. Penny was thrilled that the girl was enjoying it so much. Juanita was not so comfortable. 

She was sent to get another round of drinks and three shots to get the night going. She did as she was told. When she got back they did their shots and started sipping their drinks. It was almost time to do some dancing. Juanita now felt a hand slide between her legs which she opened instinctively. Her mistress's fingers immediately pushed against her wet slit. She was horny but this was such a weird situation to be in. She couldn't help but respond though when first one, then two fingers pushed inside her cunt roughly. She gasped a little when a thumb began to caress her engorged clit as well. Her daughter looked at her and she apologized, saying she had burped. They all laughed. 

Before they headed out to the dance floor, Amanda leaned forward looking sneaky and said, "I don't know if y'all would be interested, but...I have some ecstasy if you want to do some." 

Juanita wasn't surprised. She and her daughter had discussed drugs and they both knew they were each open to experimentation. She had instilled in her offspring that she should be very careful though and so far it had served her well. Penny interrupted and said that it sounded interesting, but she said they should wait a little while. She got jokingly stern and said, she'd be the one that told them when. Juanita looked a little pained because she didn't want to take it, but she assumed correctly, that there wasn't much she could do if her mistress told her to do it. 

So, after a bit more small talk they headed out on the dancefloor. At first they stuck close together and people got a kick out of it. They probably thought they were a lesbian tryst, which wasn't far from the truth, but it wasn't quite what people thought. Well, at least not initially. Penny acted stern with them when people watched, but also she was having fun dancing. She enjoyed bumping and grinding with the two sexy women. Amanda actually stayed pretty close to her and seemed to enjoy being up against her while they danced. She quite enjoyed it, but it didn't give her much time to control Juanita. It was ok though. This was more of fun time than an S/M outing. So far. 

After a bit more dancing, the two older women were ready to a take breather. Amanda was still going and was dancing with a sexy guy dressed as a devil. They headed off to the ladies room. There wasn't a line, so Penny grabbed Juanita's hand and dragged her in with her. She locked the door behind them. After she pissed, she forced Juanita down on her knees in front of her and had her clean her messy pussy up with her tongue. Thankfully it was a clean bathroom. The act of dominance had them both very turned on. Their pussies were both drooling. Juanita couldn't believe she had just licked Penny's piss from between her legs, but it had made her immensely horny. 

Her mistress stood there enjoying the wonderful tongue lashing her slut was giving her. She was tempted to make her get her off, but she wanted to get back out to the party and she wanted another drink. She stopped Juanita and asked her bitch if she was having fun and if she was enjoying licking her mistress's nasty pussy. Juanita was looking up at her lustily and she just nodded and said, "Yes...headmistress."

The drinks and the situation were finally getting to Juanita. Now that the fire was beginning to light between her legs, she was losing her inhibitions and starting have fun with it. Her mistress had her stand up and allowed her to piss and clean up. Then they headed back out to the bar. They each got another drink and stood near the bar. Penny had them turn around and face the dancefloor. As they stood there in the semi-darkness, no one could see as she slipped her hand onto her fuckslut's bare ass under the skirt. Nor could they see that her fingers went immediately underneath to the whore's soaked cunt where she toyed with it. Juanita was quite aware of everything though. It only served to make her hornier. 

After Penny had gotten her fingers nice and coated in the copious fluid she'd found, she slid her fingers up between the slut's shapely ass cheeks and smeared it all over her anus. Then she pushed a finger inside the now slickened orifice. Juanita bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes to keep from making a noise out loud. She couldn't believe she was allowing the woman to do this to her in public. It was turning her on so fucking much. She felt the finger retreat from her ass and then two slid back into her tight cunt. After wetting them well again, she now pushed both of them into the tight ring of her sphincter, stretching it nicely as she drove them in. Her whore moaned audibly this time, but the sound was drowned out by the loud music. 

Penny wasn't concerned with causing her slut's pussy any trouble by going back into it after fingering her ass because she had given her two enemas earlier in the day before their outing. She knew tonight was going to get dirty and she didn't want any limitations on her fun. As she pushed the digits deeper into Juanita's asshole, she noticed Amanda dancing with another guy. They were getting kind of dirty. She was backing her ass back up against the sexy cowboy's crotch and he was faux thrusting into her. She was definitely having fun and didn't seem to care who was watching. Even when she was facing the guy, he had his hands all over her scantily clad ass and they were almost making out. 

Juanita's mistress pulled the fingers out of her ass after stretching it a bit. The she felt her pussy getting molested again. Penny covered her thumb this time in the woman's juices. The slut then felt the thicker digit work its way all the way in to her asshole while other fingers strummed her enflamed clit. She was on fire. Then she felt her mistress lean against her and she whispered into her ear. She said, "Mmmm...I love pushing my fingers into your slutty little asshole right here in public." 

Juanita could do nothing more than moan. Her mistress continued, "It's getting me especially hot to look across and watch your sexy little daughter dirty dancing with that guy while I do this. She is a tasty little morsel. I bet he wants a taste of that."

The slut getting fingered couldn't help but watch her daughter dancing now as she had her ass pumped and her pussy stimulated. She had to admit that she was a lovely girl. Watching her dance with the guy while Penny worked her over was more arousing than she wanted to admit. When the shirtless cowboy got behind her and pretended to ride her doggy style, she had a hard time not imagining Amanda getting fucked in her pussy or ass from behind. The skirt was barely covering her pussy. The bottom of the girl's ass cheeks were hanging out. It was obscene, but naughtily sexy. That must have been how she looked out there. She was almost embarrassed, but she was far too horny to entertain such notions for long. 




On The Job



Soon the song ended and Amanda found her way back over to the two older women. She was flushed, slightly sweaty, and out of breath. Penny didn't remove her fingers from Juanita's pussy or ass causing the tight anus to constrict a bit in apprehension. Amanda remarked about how much fun she'd been having. Penny and Juanita responded that it looked like she'd been having a lot of fun. The girl stood next to her mother and ordered a water. She felt dehydrated and didn't want to have a hangover the next day. 

Juanita felt the finger slide out of her ass and the hand retracted from between her legs. She was partially relieved, but she was still horny and she now felt empty and frustrated with no stimulation. They all faced the bar now. Penny was again between them. She ordered them all another drink as Amanda drank the quenching water quickly. She felt the older woman's hand move on to her back as she leaned toward her to say that the guy she was dancing with was quite sexy. The music was loud, so Penny's face was quite close to hers. The girl responded that he was very hot. She said she couldn't believe they'd danced so dirtily, but she just felt so carefree and, she smiled naughtily, "kinda horny." 

Penny smiled back and her and slid her hand further down her back on to the exposed part below her sexy top. She rested her hand just above the girl's ass now and spoke again, telling her that it was ok. They were there to have fun and it was only normal to get aroused. She told her that she had gotten horny while dancing and while watching them also. Amanda looked at her and laughed, clearly pleased at the woman's encouragement and response to the situation.

The dominant woman's other hand was also on Juanita's lower back. She was rubbing it slowly as she flirted with her daughter. Juanita couldn't hear what they were saying and was just enjoying the music and the sensations that had been aroused. She whispered into the girl's ear that the guy had gotten quite frisky with her. Amanda giggled and didn't say anything, but looked at her cheekily and nodded. Penny then said, while sliding her hand down on to the girl's plump ass and giving it a firm squeeze, "He sure seemed to like your cute little ass a lot!" 

Amanda jumped slightly and looked at her in adorable faux surprise before replying, "Mmmmm...he sure did. That's part of why I'm so horny."

Then she looked at Penny and smiled slyly before adding, "It seems like everyone is having a hard time keeping their hands off my ass tonight." 

Penny didn't miss a beat before responding, "It's a damn fine ass young lady." 

Right about then the sexy cowboy came up smiling and spoke directly to Penny, "So, ma'am...uh...are you these girls' chaperone?" 

Penny looked at him sternly, but with a bit of bemusement and replied, "Indeed. These are my wards. Naughty though they may be."

"Well, they certainly have been naughty tonight," he said. Then gesturing to Amanda, "At least I know this one has."

Penny played along with him, "Hmm...yes...I think you are right. They have both been very bad little girls all night. I think perhaps they might need a bit of a spanking." 

The cowboy looked very excited and amused. He nodded wholeheartedly before saying, "Oh yes. They have been very bad. Very, very bad. I think they both need a good hard spanking!"

Penny got very serious now. She spoke to them harshly, "Ladies! You have both acted very disreputably tonight. This is not the way I have trained to you to act."

The women both looked at her sheepishly, though Amanda had a bit of smirk on her face. This caused a severe reaction from her headmistress. She said firmly, "What is funny young lady? Why are you smiling?"

Amanda stuttered a response, but couldn't get rid of the smile on her face, "I'm sorry ma'am...I can't help it. Nothing's funny." 

This didn't satisfy Penny, as traces of her smirk were still evident. The mistress walked closer to her and said, "Well, it seems like you think something is funny. I can still see you smiling. I expect you to be serious when I'm trying to teach you a lesson."

Despite herself, the girl couldn't keep a straight face. The cowboy was making faces at her, which was making it even harder to stop smiling. She said, almost giggling, "Mmm...I'm sorry...I just can't stop smiling. I don't mean to."

Penny now came right next to her and grabbed the girl's short ponytail and pulled it back, holding it firmly. It hurt Amanda slightly and got her attention, but it wasn't too severe. The older woman said, "I don't mean to, what?" 

Amanda realized that she hadn't addressed her headmistress properly. So, she quickly responded, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to...ma'am. It was a mistake." 

The smile had been wiped off her face. Penny was in total control now. She told the two women, as she still had the girl's hair held solidly in her fist, "Well, ladies, as I said, you have been acting much to carelessly tonight and you will need a reminder of who's in control and how to take your actions seriously. Bend over! Both of you."

She finally let Amanda's ponytail go and the women both bent over slightly. Penny didn't think it was enough, so she said, "You can do better than that! Bend over more you awful brats!"

They were both nervous about exposing themselves with the cowboy standing there and other people milling about, but did as instructed. Obviously Penny knew that Juanita's pussy would be on display, but she didn't realize that Amanda too had forgone wearing panties. Suddenly the women's two lovely cunts were on display. Penny was momentarily transfixed by the yummy sight. She noticed Amanda look back at the cowboy and then her and for a moment she saw a slight grin before the girl winked at her. 

Penny was quite aroused and glad internally, but she didn't let it show. She stepped up behind the women and proceeded to berate them while alternating smacks on the lovely upturned buttocks before her. She didn't want to make too big a spectacle, so she didn't go too hard on them in front of the growing crowd. The women both were quite flushed and somewhat embarrassed when she allowed them to stand back up. She told them to get their drinks and then grabbed both of them by their hands and started to lead them towards a table.

The cowboy trailed along and tried to hang out. Penny told him to leave them alone. He was persistent though and asked her if he could get Amanda's number at least. The severe woman turned to him and said, she might be allowed to talk to him at some point in the future, but for now, she needed more training. The vibe she gave off was enough to warn him away. When they got back to table, she finally let the façade crack a bit and she smiled at them. The other two women started laughing. 

Amanda mentioned that she was actually glad that Penny had scared him off. She said he was sexy, but he came on a bit strong and she wasn't totally feeling him. They all laughed again at this. The exhibitionist spanking had been a bit of a rush for all of them and they were acting quite giddy. Juanita noticed that her daughter was now looking at Penny with stars in her eyes. She wasn't quite sure why it made her slightly uncomfortable, but she thought she trusted her mistress enough to not do anything too inappropriate. 

Part 7:

It was at this point that the evening started getting crazier. Penny got severe again for a moment and told the women it was time to take the ecstasy. Juanita immediately got anxious. She had forgotten about it and was frightened of what it would lead to. She hadn't had any in a long time, but she knew that it usually led to some crazy sexual hijinks when she had been out and took it. It was frightening to think of doing it in this situation with her daughter. She wasn't sure she was ready for her daughter to learn about her relationship with Penny. She also wasn't sure what plans her mistress had in mind for the girl.

Amanda on the other hand was excited and ready to get twisted and feel good. The "schoolgirls'" headmistress was also ready to kick (or kink) things up a notch. It was to be a very big notch indeed. She didn't have any particularly outlandish ideas for Juanita's daughter, but she didn't care at all if the girl found out what kind of arrangement they had. Unbeknownst to her, Amanda had some ideas of her own about things. 

They all took the pills at the same time and slammed their drinks. Penny then sent Juanita to get them another round. While she was away from the table, Amanda put her hand on her headmistress's thigh and asked her if she was surprised when she saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. The woman admitted that she had been a bit taken aback. The girl explained that she figured it would be a good night to do it, especially after the women's admissions the other day. She also said, with a wicked grin, that it was making her far more horny than she had expected. That's why she allowed the cowboy such free reign with his hands. It was yet another reason she was glad that Penny took control of the situation. She didn't know if she would have been able to stop him with her own willpower. 

Amanda said that another reason she'd gone commando is because she assumed the other women would be doing it as well. She said it was awesome that her mom was so adventurous. She had no idea before the shopping trip that she went without panties and that she shaved. It made her feel closer to her mother. She asked Penny if she too had gone without underwear and Penny smiled mischievously and nodded her answer. The girl couldn't help but laugh again. She was simply giddy about the whole thing. Penny was quite pleased. 

Juanita returned with the drinks and they got back to chatting and laughing over their adventurous evening. After a few minutes they decided to dance a bit more. The drug would take a little while to kick in, so they had some time to kill. Soon they were bumping and grinding again on the dancefloor. Penny kept finding Amanda pressing her ass up against her like she had with the cowboy. She couldn't help but fondle the lovely young ass now and again. Nothing overt, but enough to feel the wonderful firmness of the girl's buttocks. On one occasion her hand ran into her clearly wet cunt. It was making her incredibly horny. 

Also, when she got opportunities, she was purposefully molesting Juanita. She didn't want to be too obvious, but she freely squeezed her sexy ass and grabbed her pussy a number of times. Her little fuckslut was enjoying the attention quite a lot despite her earlier anxiousness. The sexy cowboy was nowhere to be seen, but there were other hot guys around and they all took turns busting a move with some of them. Before long, the ecstasy started to kick in for each of them. They all were beginning to feel amazing!

After a few more minutes of increasingly touchy feely dancing they were all feeling a bit winded and thirsty. They went to the bar for some waters. After gulping some down, Penny told the other women to go get a booth while she went to the bathroom. Amanda said she too had to use the restroom, so she went with the older woman while Juanita headed to a table. 

When they got to the restroom there was a short line for each of the women's toilets. They chatted and laughed as they waited. Amanda did the pee pee dance a couple of times because she had to go so badly. Penny was entranced with how adorable the young girl was. When they finally got to the door Amanda looked at her and said they should go in together. The older woman agreed and they entered. The toilet was just there next to the sink, so they'd have to pee in front of each other. Penny told the girl she could go first since she was about to burst. 

The girl pulled her short skirt up slightly and her beautiful pussy was on display. Penny stared right at her as she squatted above the toilet and pissed. Amanda didn't seem self-conscious at all. To the contrary, she looked at the woman with a sexy grin on her face like she was enjoying being watched. After she finished and wiped herself, it was Penny's turn. She unzipped her skirt and took it off. She asked the girl to hold it. She smiled again and watched her mistress squat to piss also. The woman noticed the girl stare right at her pussy as the golden liquid squirted into the vessel below. The evening and the ecstasy had her so horny that she didn't know what was happening between them. Or what would happen. 

Penny hadn't planned on seducing the younger woman, but her state of arousal and the girl's flirty behavior was driving her mad. She wanted to fondle, control, and taste Amanda's nubile young body. As it turned out, she didn't have to make a decision at all. After she finished and cleaned up she turned around, ready to head out the door, but the girl was leaning against it sensuously and blocking it. She looked insanely hot. She looked the older woman in the eyes and said, "Penny...can I tell you something?" 

The woman knew something interesting was about to happen, so she hesitated slightly before responding, "Sure darling. What is it?"

"Well...I want to tell you a secret, " Amanda said.

"Ok...what do you want to tell me babe?"

The girl looked at her pouting and seductive, "Umm...I...well, it's always been a fantasy of mine to...uh...be...dominated by an older...woman." 

Penny was shocked and her pussy immediately flooded. She didn't let much show on her face though. She simply replied very seriously, "Hmmm...that is interesting Amanda. It just so happens that I quite enjoy dominating and controlling other women." 

The girl smiled and looked a bit surprised now. She hadn't expected quite that response. She stuttered a bit and said, "Oh...I...uh...uhm...that's really fucking...hot! I think you're so...beautiful...and I loved it when...you got stern with me and mom...do you...want to...have me? To take control?" 

The woman was still kind of reeling internally and wasn't sure she should proceed down this road, but her desire and the girl's gorgeousness and lust were too much for her to deny. She walked closer to the girl and grabbed her by her pony tail again before saying, "You are quite the tasty little trollop. I would definitely enjoy defiling you, but...there are some things you need to be aware of. You have to make the decision." 

The girl looked slightly nervous as Penny filled her in on what would be entailed as well as the peripheral aspects of the situation. She explained that if the girl were to submit to her, it would be absolute. Her body, all her holes were the mistress's to do with as she saw fit. Also, it applied in all situations. Meaning, as soon as she agreed and they left the bathroom, she'd be under actual control. It wouldn't be quite the same fun game they'd been playing all evening. Although, it would probably end up being a lot more sexually satisfying. 

She then told her about the other peripheral concerns she had mentioned. She started, "Before you decide to do this, and aside from what I've already told you, there is something else you need to know. If you hadn't already noticed...and you may not have because we've been trying to be subtle tonight...your mother is already my little fuckslut."

Amanda's mouth opened wide in astonishment. She replied, "Oh my fucking god! I had noticed a couple of things I thought were strange, but I wasn't sure if y'all were flirting or just playing up the headmistress thing. I had no idea my mom was this kinky! I didn't even know she liked women."

Penny filled her in a bit on how it had happened. She explained how her mom was rather uncomfortable with tonight's situation, but that she went along because her mistress had told her to. She also explained that she herself hadn't been sure what was going to happen this evening, but she thought it would be a fun night and a chance to test Juanita's allegiance. Seeing the two of them together in their kinky uniforms and controlling them had been very arousing though. She had never planned to go very far with the girl obviously, but as the evening had progressed she had to admit, some very dirty thoughts had gone through her head. 

She told the girl about fingering her mother's ass while watching her dance with the cowboy. She told her that's when she began caring less and less that they were mother and daughter. In fact, it had really started to turn her on to think about it. Amanda agreed that it was complicated by the fact that her mother was already Penny's slut. She admitted that it made her a bit uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but be aroused by what had happened that evening. Also, she said that learning that her mother was Penny's submissive and especially hearing about the ass fingering was strangely erotic. 

The girl continued that she definitely wanted to be Penny's slut too, but didn't quite know what to do about the current evening. The old woman suggested that they maybe meet another time separately or she said she could try and keep the evening as tame as possible while still controlling them both. She definitely didn't know how Juanita would respond, but didn't think she'd be ok with it. Amanda joked that it didn't matter what she though since she was the fuckslut. They both laughed and Penny said, seriously, that it was actually true. 

The girl thought about it a minute and finally decided to just go for it. She told Penny that she would put herself in her hands and said that she trusted her to do whatever she wanted with her. Her pussy was on fire and she couldn't help herself. Making significant decisions while horny and rolling on ecstasy might not be the most advisable thing, but it sure turned out to be fun and interesting. Penny secretly jumped for joy, but again didn't show anything externally. She simply jumped into her role with gusto. 

The older woman got close to her new slut's face and looked her in the eye. She reached between the girl's legs and pushed two fingers into the sloshing cunt she found there, causing her to gasp. Then she spoke to the girl, "You have now decided to be my submissive whore. I will do with your naughty little body what I wish. Hopefully you won't regret making this decision while you were intoxicated and turned on, but it's of no matter. You can't turn back now." 

And with that, she pulled her fingers from the pretty pussy and pushed them into her slut's mouth and made her clean them off. Amanda did it without hesitation. The night had gotten infinitely more interesting than either of them had ever expected. After allowing the girl to finish her cleaning routine, she grabbed her hand and led her out of the door and back to the table where Juanita was waiting. 

Part 8: 

The girl's mother remarked that they had taken their time. She explained that the line was long and that they had chatted a bit in the toilet. She seemed to accept this at face value. They chatted a bit more and finished their waters. Penny, internally, was like a kid in a candy store. She wasn't sure which direction to take this evening. She was in control and couldn't wait to get the woman into some compromising positions. The ecstasy was making her head swim, but she felt wonderful. Her body felt electric and every touch was immensely erotic. She knew the same was very likely true for the other women. She decided to get them a bit more comfortable with touching each other. 

She slid her hand on to Amanda's thigh and could see that she loved the way it felt as she moved up closer to her barely covered pussy. She leaned into the girl's ear and told her that she was going to the bar and she wanted her to move next to Juanita. She told her to rub her back and neck and to play with her hair some. She said she wanted her to relax and thought it would make her feel better. The girl nodded her understanding of the instructions. Penny then had her move as she got out. She told them she was going to get them their final shots of the evening. 




On The Job



When she walked away, Amanda slid over next to her mother and smiled at her as she put her hand on her back. She noticed that she didn't seem all that nervous. It was probably the ecstasy that had broken down her inhibitions and made her relax more. As she rubbed her back and neck she asked her mom if she was having a good time. Juanita said she was, but that she was feeling a little out of it from the drinks and x. The girl told her to just enjoy it. She pulled her head to her and told her to close her eyes as she started playing with her hair. Her mother's hand moved to her thigh just above her knee. It was just an innocent placement, but it echoed Penny's hand that had been on her leg just before and to her surprise, it felt oddly sexual. She knew it was just the x again. 

Penny sat back down and gave them their shots. She told them how pretty and innocent they looked sitting there together. Then, more firmly, she mentioned that looks were deceiving and that she knew they were both quite naughty and uncivilized girls that definitely needed some discipline. Unbeknownst to each other they both got very horny at the thought of Penny punishing and dominating them. Amanda's hand had dropped down to the exposed skin on her mother's lower back and she was rubbing her there. The hand on her leg moved up slightly and was unconsciously caressing her thigh. Both of their pussies were very wet. They each couldn't help but enjoy the wonderful tactile sensations of being lightly fondled while on the drug. 

After they did their shots and sat there a few more minutes, Penny announced that they were going back to bar one more time. She ordered 3 more waters because she wanted them nice and hydrated so they wouldn't feel bad from drinking too much. After a few sips she turned around to watch the dancing once more. The women were on either side of her. She pulled each of them slightly closer as they watched the dancers hypnotically. First she moved her hand under Juanita's skirt and squeezed her ass firmly before letting her fingers slip between her legs. The naughty hole she found there was drenched, so she played with it before pushing two fingers inside. Juanita tensed up with pleasure but kept her eyes straight ahead. 

As Penny continued to molest her older slut, she allowed her other hand to slip onto Amanda's ass. A smile spread across the slut's face. Again her ass cheek was squeezed nicely and then the hand descended to between her thighs. The fingers found the soaked honey pot underneath and began sliding into her. The girl was immensely turned on. She couldn't help but think of Penny telling her about doing this very thing to her mother. In fact she wondered if she was doing it to her now at the same time. She kept her head forward though. 

Penny was enjoying herself immensely. Playing with these two exquisite cunts had her own pussy drooling. She was about ready to move the party back to her apartment, but she wanted to savor this last bit of public fun. After fingering the women a bit and getting her fingers nice and wet, she simultaneously moved her fingers up and began teasing and lubricating their tight anuses. Amanda whimpered and shivered with pleasure. Juanita let out a low moan, but otherwise didn't react much. She didn't play around with one finger in either woman. She slowly pushed two digits into each naughty woman's asshole. It was amazing feeling them both stretch to accommodate her invading fingers. 

It was turning her on tremendously to play with them in such a dirty way in public. She needed to get them home. Her lust was becoming insatiable and she was ready to really play. She whispered in Amanda's ear that she and her mother were going to the bathroom one last time before they left. She told the girl to stand where she was and play with her nasty pussy until they got back. She was not allowed to cum however. Her hand slipped between her legs in the dark bar and she began playing with herself as instructed. 

Penny grabbed Juanita's hand and whisked her off to the bathroom. Thankfully they didn't have to wait long. When they got inside she pissed and again made the slut clean her up. The woman's tongue felt amazing on her drenched and horny pussy. After she was nice and clean she had her stand up and asked if she had to piss. She did, but Penny told her that she was to hold it until they arrived back at her apartment. This was going to be somewhat difficult because she really had to go, but she did as instructed. 

Penny then instructed her to turn around and bend over so that her pussy and ass were on display. Again, she followed her orders and in a moment she felt a cool liquid on her asshole before the familiar sensations of the tip of a medium butt plug began probing her rear orifice. Thankfully, her asshole had been used so frequently of late that the toy wasn't very uncomfortable going in. In fact, once inserted, it felt wonderful inside her. The x probably helped with that some too. After the toy was firmly lodged in her, she was told to stand up and they headed back to the bar. They retrieved Amanda, who was looking quite flushed and short of breath, and headed out to get a taxi. 

They put on their coats and went onto the street where the cool night air felt quite refreshing after the hot, sweaty bar. Thankfully, a taxi was waiting to pick up bar patrons and they squeezed into the back seat again. Penny was in the middle yet again on purpose. After telling the driver where to go, she put her hand in Juanita's lap, spread the coat and pushed her fingers into the wet cunt between her legs. She couldn't believe she was doing it with Amanda right there, but before she even had a chance to respond, she saw Penny do the same exact thing to her daughter. She couldn't believe her eyes. She asked the woman what she was doing, but Penny gave her a death stare and she shut up. 

Juanita felt very uncomfortable with what was happening, but at the same time, she was so turned on from the stimulation and the ecstasy. The drug was also making it harder for her to verbalize her feelings. She just decided to close her eyes and enjoy what Penny was doing to her. Amanda was also enjoying the clitoral stimulation she was receiving. She couldn't believe that the woman had done it right in front of her mother like that, but the girl wasn't feeling uptight like she was. Her pussy was on fire and she couldn't wait to find out what the rest of the evening was to bring. 

Part 9: 

When they arrived back at Penny's apartment, they went into the living room. Penny immediately took control by telling them that they had behaved dismally all evening and they were going to need some discipline. She told them both to get on all fours next to each other. Amanda did as she was told immediately, dropping down to the carpet and jutting her perfect ass and naked cunt out for Penny to see. Juanita started to argue with her mistress about including her daughter, but Penny cut her right off, "Shut your fucking face slut! Your whore daughter is just like you. Hungry for my cunt and needing to be controlled, punished, and fucked. She approached me about it and I accepted her. If you aren't comfortable with this, then you can leave now and never come back!"

Juanita was now torn. She knew this was a fucked up situation, but she was so horny from the x and the evening. Also, looking down at her daughter in such a slutty position kind of did something to her. She didn't want to admit it, but it kind of aroused her to see her like this. She decided to ride this out and see what happened. Perhaps Penny would go easy on her and not do anything that made her too uncomfortable. She figured she could probably leave at any time. The conflicted and submissive bitch got down on her knees and assumed the position like her daughter. 

Penny was in heaven looking down at her whores. She couldn't believe her luck, sitting here with two sexy sluts that were mother and daughter, who appeared to be willing to do anything she asked. She wasn't sure how far she would take it, but looking down at the fine cunts on display, she was very tempted to get very nasty and push their boundaries to the maximum. This was the kind of situation she'd read about in erotic stories and imagined in her deepest, darkest fantasies. 

First, she went over to them and rubbed and squeezed the beautiful exposed asses in front of her. She told them how lovely they were and lamented how they were going to have to be spanked because of their bad behavior. She asked them in turn if they would admit how bad they had been and they both answered out loud that had indeed been naughty and needed to punished. She went behind Juanita first and out of the blue smacked her right ass cheek very hard. It caused the woman to jump and scream slightly. She then swatted the other cheek and she handled this one better. She alternated cheeks for a while and then mixed the pattern up until her ass was a nice rosy red. 

Penny then commented on how beautiful her red ass looked. She reached between her legs and felt the moisture seeping from her cunt. The bitch was clearly turned on. She told her so out loud, "It appears that this kinky slut enjoys her punishment. Her pussy is sopping wet after being spanked. Apparently being treated thusly while next to her whore daughter actually is turning her own, contrary to her earlier comments. Maybe she's hornier because she's next to her little girl? I guess we'll see."

The comments made Juanita feel very guilty, but that burning desire between her legs was currently winning over her discomfort at being treated like a slut with daughter next to her. She thought maybe there was something wrong with her, but she just couldn't bring herself to get up and leave. She didn't want to give up her relationship with Penny. It was the most exciting and erotic thing that had ever happened to her. She needed it. Her ruminations were cut short by hearing the slap of their mistress's hand on Amanda's ass. The girl squealed out loud, but by the second time she was spanked she whimpered a bit and as they progressed, she seemed to be moaning and loving it. 

Her mother knew how she felt. She too loved being spanked. Although it hurt a bit, it also felt good and it made her so fucking wet, as had been noticed. She especially loved the warmth that spread through her rosy buttocks after the punishment was finished. It felt sublime. Listening to her daughter get this treatment was turning her on more than she thought it should. Part of her wished she was standing up and watching it. Why was this making her so horny?

After Penny finished spanking Amanda, she felt her cunt and said, "My god! You're even wetter than your mother was. What a total whore you must be. You too enjoy being punished? You must be a pervert like your mother as well. I can't believe you're getting so turned on as you allow another woman to punish you both as you sit there next to each other expectantly." 

She then stood their playing with the girl's inflamed sex as she explained to her that as all their holes were to be used that evening, she needed to get her ass warmed up with a nice sized butt plug. She told her that her mother's had been inserted at the club. This made Amanda's pussy throb for some reason. She couldn't believe how horny it was making her to hear about her mother's holes being used by Penny. She thought to herself that she really must be a pervert. 

As she pondered this, Penny retrieved another plug and some lube and came back to her. She felt the cool liquid squirt between her cheeks and then a pressure began to build as the plug pushed into and stretched her tight anus. She hadn't had too much experience with anal play. She occasionally used a finger or two when masturbating and a couple of ex-boyfriends had convinced her to let them ass fuck her. The first one was rather uncomfortable because he didn't know what he was doing, but the second guy took his time and made sure she was nice and warmed up. She enjoyed it and could see how it might be even better with more experience. 

The very best experience had been with a girl she had fucked a few times. The girl had licked her ass and loosened her up before she started pushing some fingers into her ass. She fingered her deeper and deeper as she slurped on her clit. Eventually she had worked three fingers deep into her ass and was thrusting them in and out when Amanda came. It was one of the best orgasms of her life. Since then she had wanted to experiment more with it. Now was her chance. 

The butt plug was filling her up so nicely. It was slightly uncomfortable, but with the lube, the ecstasy, and her arousal she was just getting hornier from it. Eventually it was completely in and it felt weird, but the longer it stayed in, the more amazing it felt. She was sorry that she had never used one of these before. She was definitely going to buy one soon. Her mind was taken off of this now though as her mistress finally got them to stand up. She had them follow her to her bedroom. 

She told them both to take off their tops and show her their tits. They did as instructed. Their nipples were stiff and sensitive. Penny took her time squeezing the plump breasts in front of her before tweaking the sexy nipples. The women were transfixed watching each other get molested by their mistress. After teasing them a bit more, Penny unbuttoned her own top and let her own tits out. Amanda's mouth began to water at the sight of her luscious melons. She couldn't wait to suck them. 

Their mistress removed her top fully and then unzipped her skirt. She took this off as well and stood there in all her naked glory. Juanita never tired of seeing her sexy body and Amanda again was anxious to fondle, lick, and pleasure her mistress in whatever way she was instructed. She sat on the edge of her bed and spread her long, beautiful legs to expose the horny, wet slit between them. She told Juanita to get down on her knees and crawl to her. She dropped down and moved towards her. Amanda couldn't help, but stare as her mother's sexy body slinked towards their mistress. Her upturned ass filled with the butt plug and her wet cunt were having an effect that she was surprised by. She was increasingly getting turned on by her own mother. 

It didn't help when she reached her destination and was simply told to, "Lick me." 

The girl's pussy fluttered. This was amazingly erotic to watch and be part of. She felt an electric nervousness and butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to reach down and touch her own pussy, but thought better of it as she had not been given permission by her owner. Penny noticed her staring at her mother's ass and noticed the look of lust in her eyes. This was working out well. She couldn't wait to make them do things they wouldn't have imagined earlier this evening. 

She spoke to the girl, "Mmmmm...your mother licks pussy very, very well. Are you enjoying the show?"

The girl hesitated slightly, but nodded. Her mistress continued, "So, we saw how horny it makes her to be spanked. That makes me think we should give her a little present while she tastes me. Why don't you walk over here behind her?"

Amanda was now shaking from being so excited and aroused. She walked over as if in a trance. What was she about to do? Penny instructed her to begin spanking her mother's ass. Juanita had looked at Penny pleadingly when she said it. She was afraid of where this was going, but her mistress simply pushed her face back into the aromatic pussy in front of her. She began licking the tasty folds of Penny's pretty honey hole as the first smack came down on her ass. Both mother and daughter were trying not to be aroused by what was currently happening, but neither were particularly successful. 

As the spanking continued, they both got more into it despite themselves. Amanda could not believe she was here watching her own mother eat another woman out while she was spanking her sexy upturned ass that just happened to filled with a butt plug. What the fuck was going on? 

Juanita in turn was having an even harder time not getting immensely turned on as she licked her favorite pussy in the world while get her ass spanked by her own daughter. She felt like a total pervert for enjoying it, but she couldn't deny the feelings she was having. 

Penny turned it up another notch when she said, "Amanda, I want to see if we are making any progress. Please check to see how aroused she is." 

The girl looked at her mistress incredulously. Juanita kept licking, but couldn't believe her ears. Amanda was hesitating and jumped when Penny said commandingly, "Feel her pussy and tell me how wet she is."

The girl moved slowly, but finally moved her fingers over her mother's lovely cunt. It was absolutely soaked and she reported this to her mistress. Her fingers were covered in her mother's juices. As she was marveling at this and the soft slickness of the pussy she was born out of, Penny said to bring the fingers up to her mother's face. She stopped Juanita for a moment and said, "Taste yourself off of her fingers. Savor how fucking horny you are slut!"

She too hesitated, but soon took her daughter's fingers into her mouth and sucked them. Mother and daughter locked eyes as she cleaned the digits off. It started to dawn on them both further that this situation was really turning them on. Penny noticed the slight spark of erotic recognition between them and decided to push them a little further. She told Juanita to stand up and had Amanda replace her between her legs. The girl hadn't tasted her mistress yet and was hungry for it. Penny simply pointed at her pussy and the girl dove into licking it with gusto. 

Juanita was surprised at how eager her daughter was to lick their mistress's wet pussy. Especially considering that her mother's tongue had just been all up in it. Seeing her little girl on all fours while she worked Penny over was having quite an effect on her. She almost reached between her legs to play with herself without thinking about it, but stopped herself partially because she felt bad for being aroused by this and also because Penny hadn't given her permission. As she was considering this, her mistress told her to get behind her daughter and spank her as she had been spanked. 

The girl's mother felt very strange doing this. It felt very perverted. This was not a normal mother daughter occurrence. She wondered what people would think if they found out that this had happened. She just had to put those thoughts out of her mind as she began smacking her daughter's firm and perky ass cheeks. This was nothing like spanking her when she was younger. This was erotic even if she wished it wasn't. 

Penny was enthralled watching this kinky, lewd display. She was getting close to her first orgasm of the night. As Juanita spanked her, the girl really started going to town on her mistress's cunt. She pushed her tongue as far into the tight, pink hole as she could before pushing some fingers inside. As she began fucking her pussy with the digits she attacked her clit. She was whimpering and moaning with every smack on her ass. The little bitch was really enjoying being spanked by her mother. The thought of this sent Penny over the edge and she started cumming all over Amanda's face. Now she was ready to get really dirty. 

It was time for the other women to cum also so that they would be more easily driven to further depravity. Penny now couldn't wait to get the women to do the nastiest things to each other. Things that mothers and daughters shouldn't do. First she told Juanita to do the same thing she'd had Amanda do. She told her to put her fingers on her daughter's cunt and see how wet she was. She only slightly hesitated before cupping the girl's exceedingly wet slit. Her hand was glazed in the copious fluid she found there. She told Penny that the girl was just drenched. 




On The Job



With two more hours to go on his shift, Joseph got up from his seat by the monitor screens to stretch. The other three overnight guards had taken their turns doing a patrol around the complex, and now it was his. He fixed the way his belt sat around his waist, checked the monitors one last time, and stepped outside, locking the door behind him. He scratched at the straps of facial hair that went down to his goatee before sitting down in the golf cart parked outside. Joseph turned it on, flicked on the headlights, and fixed the mirrors. "One last patrol tonight," he said to himself. "Let's go."

The apartment complex he worked at overnight was typically quiet. It was in one of the better parts of town, and as such had a rather expensive and reliable security system. Aside from cameras there were high rod iron fences with elaborate top decorations and self locking gates. He was one of five overnight guards, one stationed in each of the offices at the four corners of the complex, and the supervisor in the main office at the center. 

Typically he would go out on foot patrol, but tonight was a special night. He did his routine checklist of each of the areas that the cameras didn't cover, and when he found everything to be clear he made his way back around to the east side of the complex. He drove off of the road onto the sidewalk, and cut off the lights. After rounding a corner of one of the apartments, he parked and cut the engine behind some high hedges and sat there, waiting.

"I thought you were never gonna come," a voice quietly called from the other side of the hedge.

Joseph chuckled. "Like I would ever miss this."

A figure came out from around the hedge and sat down in the cart next to him. "Nice to finally meet you, Joseph," she said seductively, reaching down to stroke his thigh.

"Same here, Bri," he replied, reaching an arm around her shoulders and placing his hand on one of her breasts that was covered by a bra and tank top. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time. But we've got maybe twenty minute before I've gotta get back."

She grasped at his stiffening cock through his slacks, which were slowly being stretched by his rising member. "I definitely think I can finish you off in twenty minutes."

He smiled at the bespectacled girl sitting next to him before leaning in to kiss her, tasting her wet mouth on his tongue as he slid a hand between her thick thighs. She opened her legs for him, and as he rubbed at the center of her jean shorts he discovered she was already wet, and what wasn't sticking to her thighs was seeping through the material. 

Bri undid the hook and zipper on his slacks and pulled them and his boxers down, letting his solid cock bounce upwards and slam against his stomach. She chuckled as she reached to wrap her fingers around it, shifting her body so she had one knee on the seat and one foot on the floor of the cart. Joseph made to undo the button on her shorts, but she beat him to it, taking them and her panties off and tossing them to the floor of the cart before leaning forward and kissing the tip of his member. Joseph reached back between her thighs, sliding his hand up to the source of the wetness, running his fingers over her bare mound before delving into the folds of her soaked lips. 

"Mmmm, that's good," he said as she licked up the length of his shaft. She said nothing in return, only closed her lips around his tip before slowly running her mouth down the length of his member. Joseph caressed the petals of her delicate flower, slipping a finger inside as he made a pass over her clit, making her briefly shudder. 

Bri pulled up, dragging her lips along his length and leaving a wet trail of saliva that she used to rapidly stroke him. "Are you gonna fuck me or are we just gonna do this all night?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he replied, pulling his fingers back from her soaking lips and licking her fluids off of them. "Fuck, you taste good."

"Oh, I know," she said with a smirk.

"Come on, the backseat," Joseph said, stepping out and standing up before moving to the back of the cart. 

Bri followed him, hopping up on the seat and spreading her thighs for him. Joseph kissed her, grabbing at his cock and lowering a hand to massage her thigh as he rubbed his tip against her slick folds. She quietly whimpered as he teased her entrance, licking her neck as he raised a knee to the seat for better leverage. 

"Oh god just fucking put it I-" she began before being cut off, letting out a quiet moan as he entered her, sliding half of his thick length into her at first, then drawing out slowly. As Bri lowered a hand to his waist he gave another slow push in, delving into her steaming hot feminine sex. 

Joseph raised his hands to her breasts, caressing them through her shirt as he slowly drove in and out of her. Finally he grabbed at the collar, tearing it down the middle as Bri gasped and pulling her tits out of the bra. He squeezed them, gently first while rubbing her nipples and pinching at her areolas. 

"That feels good," she whispered, wrapping her thighs around his waist. "But I want you to fuck me. Harder."

Joseph obliged, grabbing under her thighs and pulling them apart as he sped up his thrusts, increasing his speed as her moans increased in volume. The sloshing sound coming from down below was almost as loud as the sounds coming from her mouth. Joseph hoped that the residents would assume it was another of them and not call it in, but he was too entranced by the warm, slick hole he was sliding in and out of to care much even if they did. She raised her legs up high, closing them like she knew Joseph liked. He wrapped his arms around her thick thighs and leaned them off to the side, enjoying the newfound pressure around his member. 

"Oh god," she said between moans. "I... I'm gonna... ohhhhh!" she cried out as her body began to shudder, pulsing around his shaft as her orgasm rocked through her. The sensation of the increased movement nearly brought Joseph himself to orgasm, but he restrained himself, holding back his cum as he slowed down his thrusts almost to a stop.

He pulled his cock out, slick and glistening in the low light and warm against the cool breeze of the summer night. Bri knelt down and slowly stroked him, licking up her mess with a satisfied groan. "Can you fuck me from behind, babe?"

Joseph nodded, letting her get up and kneel on the seat, leaning forward and sticking out her smooth, round ass into the night. He reached between her thighs, nudging them as far apart as he could to expose as much of her sweet lips to him. He stood up on the metal floor of the back and slipped himself back into her, driving his full length forward into her dripping slit. "Fuck, that feels so good," he said, exasperated as he drew out and thrust again, getting back into his rhythm from earlier. 

He took a firm grip of her hips with both hands, slamming his cock into her as he focused now on his own orgasm after she'd had hers. The newfound aggression in him let him to raise a hand, slapping her on a cheek and leaving a great red handprint on her ass as she cried out between thrusts.

Between the heat of her entrance, the moans working their way through her throat, and the thrill of fucking outdoors, Joseph couldn't hold himself back anymore. "Bri, I... I'm gonna cum."

"Stay inside!" she said, breathing heavily. "Cum inside me!"

Again, Joseph obliged. Within seconds, he felt his waist shudder as he blew himself off inside of her, thrusting his full length into her as he came, groaning all the way. Bri groaned with him, grinding her ass backwards to shove him as deep inside as she could. 

"Stop, stop!" he said, pulling away from her as a short stream of semen leaked onto the seat. "Fucking hell, that felt good, but I can't take anymore!"

Bri laughed, getting up slowly and sitting on the seat next to the small pool of cum. "Damn, that was great," she breathed, forcing herself to get back up and dressed as Joseph did the same. "Should we clean that off the seat?"

Joseph shook his head. "Leave it, it's the morning shift's problem. Did you park by here, or do you need a ride to your car?"

"I'm just right here," she said, slipping her breasts back into her bra. "You know, if you want we can do this tomorrow night too."

"Sounds like a plan," he said, giving her a quick kiss goodbye as she got into her car. As she pulled out and left, he sat back in the cart and turned it back on, taking a look at his watch. It had been exactly twenty minutes. "Yes!" he quietly exclaimed as he drove back to the office, satisfied with the upturn in his quiet night on the job.



On the Job Assistant Ch. 01



*It is not how much help but the quality of help that matters when the job is on the line*

*

Stephanie Lamborne stood in her office Tuesday morning wondering where to begin. The two security guards stood at the door keeping an eye on her. A man walked in, looked around with distaste and came around the table with a file-folder full of papers.

"I have some paperwork for you to sign before you leave," he said. Stephanie tried to recognize the man, but couldn't quite place him. In way she was thankful for that. She had faced too many of their smiling, triumphant faces of her co-workers celebrating her downfall on the way in. They had known how fast her fall from grace had been.

"What am I signing?"

"Non-disclosure agreements, payment of missing funds agreement, cease all client contact orders, permanent suspension of all dividends and rewards, sale of all stocks back to the company, etc."

"I'll lose everything," she wailed.

"Technically no, you will keep all uninsured jewelry and clothing. Your house, your time share, your cars ... they will all become corporate property. Also, you don't have to go to jail for your numerous crimes you've committed," the man responded.

"But everything I've worked for ..."

"Don't you mean everything you lied, cheated and stole?" the man said bitterly. 

"I ..."

"Sign the damn papers," the man growled. Stephanie signed them in silence. 

What am I going to do now?" Stephanie moaned.

"What are you going to do now?" the man said, voice seething in anger. "Lady, I've been fired too".

"What? Why? Who are you?" she asked. The man lowered and shook his head.

"I'm Nathaniel Cromwell. I've been your personal assistant for the last two months. The assumption was that I must of known some of the things you were up to so I'm gone as of this Friday."

"Oh ... Nathan, what are we going to do?"

"Fuck if I know. I've been told that I'm going to clear you out of your house -- the corporation's house -- and start job searching. If I get you squared away by end of business today they promise to not give me a bad reference, so bitch, you are in the street."

Nathan took the paperwork and left.

Later at her home she was boxing up her clothes and shoes in the containers Nathan had purchased. He worked in silence most of the time responding with brutal sharpness when Stephanie tried to talk with him. The man was boiling with rage. When the last box was finished, she looked to him, half expecting him to stack stuff up in the hallway and leave. 

He did leave, but he said he would be back in an hour with a moving van.

"What is the plan?" he asked when he returned as promised.

"I don't have one," she began, but decided the one asset she did have was her body, so she'd use it. "I could stay with you for a few days maybe. Until I get another job. I can pay you rent."

Nathan glared at her for several seconds and for a moment Stephanie was afraid he's inflict violence on her person.

"Fine; you get the sofa and most of this crap goes into a storage locker tomorrow. My place isn't big and I don't want it cluttered. Is that clear?"

"Yes, of course. You'll hardly know I'm there," she smiled. She was still used to getting her way and if she had to use this guy to get back on top, so be it. It wasn't like he was doing her any favors. They made the drive in silence and exchanged less than fifty words while unloading the van and taking everything up the three flights of stairs to his small four room apartment. Combined with his large collection of books, tapes, and DVDs, plus all of Stephanie's meager belongings, the place was packed.

"Thank you," Stephanie smiled when the last of the work was done. Nathan glared hate at her.

"I'll be back in an hour," he muttered as he made for the door.

"How about you get some Chinese Take-out? I like Kung Po chicken," she said. Nathan stopped in his tracks, half way out into the hallway. She took a deep breath and hardly slammed the door at all.

The food was good but his company left much to be desired. Nathan was a lousy conversationalist, though Stephanie had rarely had cause to talk with the 'little people' anyway. Nathan turned out to be downright surly. She figured that she knew the right thing to give her an advantage in their relationship.

"How about we discuss the sleeping arrangements?" she smiled seductively at him as she put her food aside.

"You are a whore," he snapped. "I don't have the time or patience for whores. You cost me my job. Get that through your thick skull. I fucking hate you," he added with a defiant glare. Nathan gathered up her food, his own and went to the kitchen where he stuck the remains in his tiny refrigerator. 

Stephanie didn't know what to make of the outburst. It wasn't like she'd kept her job either.

(Wednesday)

Stephanie was busy making calls to all the old contacts she'd established in the business in her meteoric rise to the top. She didn't like what she was hearing. They were alternately leaving her on hold, laughed at her, cursing her, and/or telling her that they'd give her fifty dollars for a blowjob because that was all she was good for now. 

Stephanie was close to tears. Everyone hated her and she didn't know why. The door opened at noon and Nathan walked in. He looked around and sighed. He'd come over on his lunch break to see what progress had been made and there was none.

"Have you done any packing yet?" he asked. When it was clear she didn't understand, "I asked you to pack up all the stuff you did not immediately need so I can get it out of my apartment."

"I'll pay rent for the space here," Stephanie said imperiously. "How much is rent on this dump?"

"One," Nathan said with simmering patience, "I own the place. My parents were killed in a car wreck and I used the settlement money to buy this 'dump' outright; second, this is my home and I would like to be able to move around my home, and third, you don't get to tell me what to anymore."

Stephanie packed all afternoon. When Nathan got back from work they did the whole 'boxes/moving van/storage unit' thing. It was well past eight when they finished. This time Stephanie was smart enough to pick out a small diner and get Nathan a meal. Once more they passed the time in silence.

"You don't seem to have a girlfriend," Stephanie finally screwed up the courage to say.

"She left me a year ago, right out of college," he answered, which was the longest sentence she'd gotten out of him all afternoon. He looked up at her.

"I know you have no one; no parents in the area; no sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles or cousins. You don't date. You don't have sex with anyone equal or beneath you in station, and you have the moral compass of a shark. Stop trying to pretend to be nice to me."

"Well ... if you don't fight ruthlessly you'll never get ahead in life," she shot back.

"Funny, all of your co-workers were doing fine following the corporate code of ethics, plus they got to do it without the pregnancy tests and the monthly check for STDs." That slap stung.

"I was up the ladder in half the time as those losers," she growled.

"Would that be the loser now sitting in your corner office, that loser handling all your high-value clients, or the loser driving your corporate car?" he replied deadpan. It made Stephanie furious. 

"They will pay for what they did to me."

"To what end," Nathan asked with surprising patience.

"What? They made me lose my job," Stephanie retorted.

"But what does that get you? You can't get your reputation back that way. You'll never get your job back at that company. Why are you wasting your time on them? They won, you lost, get over it and get on with your life. I certainly don't need the company."

They sat in silence for several minutes as they drank the coffee and the waitress brought more.

"How did it go today?" Nathan said, this time being the one to break the ice. Stephanie felt tears going down her cheeks. "That good, eh? I can't say that I'm surprised. You've never been Ms. Popular."

"I thought someone would give me a break," she sniffled.

"Well, you've certainly sucked enough cock," Nathan sighed. "The problem with you is that everyone thinks you are a lying, stealing, back-stabbing whore -- which is to say, they know the real you. Why would anyone in the business want you now?"

"Am I really that horrible?" she asked Nathan through watery eyes. He wasn't buying it.

"Yes you are, and you know it. Now they know it too."

"What the hell am I going to do then?" she sobbed.

"Use what you've got. You are a slut who will use their body to seal a deal. Find a place that needs that talent and get your foot in the door. You've fought for the Good Guys and look where that got you. Find some sleaze factory and work there."

Stephanie stared at Nathan.

"Who do have in mind?" Stephanie hiccupped.

"I don't know. Find the company that will return your call. We'll figure something out then."

"We?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes, if I help you get a job at a company, you help me get a job there. Remember, I still need to work too," Nathan pointed out. "Oh, and Stephanie, cheat me and you'll regret it."

Stephanie stuck her hand across the table. Nathan examined if for a second before shaking it.

"How about I sleep in your bed tonight?" Stephanie grinned.

"Sure. I've got a few condoms," was his reply.

"How about we just sleep tonight?"

"Fine," he groused. It looked like he'd have to earn it.

(Thursday Evening)

The evening job interview with Edward Wilson turned into dinner and had started out with some promise. When two of his buddies in the same marketing firm 'happened' to show up, she knew her careful night of seduction was about to turn into a gangbang which Stephanie was sure wasn't leading to a job. She felt she had no choice but to try. Maybe she could impress them enough sexually to make them change their minds. She had no options left.

They had her surrounded as the headed out of the restaurant to one of the local hotels. It was a decent one, but Stephanie knew that might as well been charging by the hour as far as she was concerned.

"Are you sure there is an opening in your department Edward?" Stephanie said in her most hopeful, sensual tone.

"We'll discuss your openings when we get upstairs, Steph," Edward said. The other men chuckled and Stephanie felt that sinking feeling about to overwhelm her. That moment of despair caused her to look down the sidewalk while the men looked at each other sharing the not-so secret joke. There was a man in a black hoody walking up the street towards them. 

As he came under the streetlamp she realized he had some kind of mask on. Stephanie stopped moving but the man walking behind Stephanie pushed her forward. She saw the stranger take his hands out of the hoody pockets and in one hand he held a gun. Stephanie tried to scream but couldn't. No one else seemed to notice. Stephanie prayed this was a mugging and not a rape. The hooded man didn't speak; he started shooting.

Edward slammed into her. The gun kept firing and firing. A second later she felt pain lance up her arm. One of the men was screaming and she felt the man behind her give way. She swore she could hear him running before another gunshot went off and then everything went quiet except for the whimpering of the man next to her. Stephanie couldn't even remember his name.

Stephanie lay partially covered by Edward. The masked man stooped over Edward and rifled through his pocket. He moved to the moaning man and did the same. When he leaned over Stephanie and reached for her purse he said something to her.

"Fight me," he whispered. It was Nathan! Stephanie had no idea what she was doing so she grabbed at the gun arm. A shot went off next to her, but Stephanie vowed not to let it go. Nathan struggled to rise, pulling both of them to their feet and they struggled back and forth for several seconds.

"When you fall," he said softly, "fall over the wounded man and shield his body."

Nathan pulled free and Stephanie did as she was told, adding the touch of looking over her shoulder and raised a warding hand over both her and the man. Nathan pulled back and pointed the gun and for a second she thought he would shoot her again. She flinched and closed her eyes. She heard a thunderous click against a spent cartridge followed by another.

"Fuck!" Nathan exclaimed loudly. Stephanie looked up as Nathan turned and ran away. She began to hear other people crying out and footfalls coming her way. Now she remembered the pain in her arm where Nathan had shot her. She looked over at it. The wound looked nasty and bloody. Stephanie had never been shot before, but she had a feeling this was what was called a 'flesh wound'.

"God Lady," the first man arriving at her side said, "I saw everything. You saved this man's life."

"Get her a doctor," a woman shouted. She took Stephanie by the shoulders in a comforting gesture and led her to the curb. "You are lucky to be alive."

"This guy is dead," called out a second man; this one kneeling over Edward.

"Are you sure," a third man on a cell phone asked.

"Shot clean through the heart -- eyes wide open -- this man is a goner." Stephanie grinned on the inside because Edward had gotten his gang-bang tonight: just not in the way he envisioned it. In the distance she heard sirens but she imagined they would be way too late to catch Nathan. 

He seemed to have thought this one through very well. Edward was dead, as was the man who tried to run away. The wounded man would live, but be out for some time. A dozen people had seen Stephanie shield him with her own body. Now the marketing firm had three openings. Maybe they would like to hire a hero for the PR boost. That hero definitely knew which office assistant she'd want to have.

(Friday)

The police had gone over her story several times. It had been easy to lie. All she had to do was omit Nathan talking to her. The hospital and police told her that she'd been lucky; the bullet that hit her had passed through Edward and only grazed the arm. Stephanie hoped Edwards' grieving widow would appreciate the irony that he and his body had been of use to Stephanie after all.

It was almost sunrise when Stephanie came to Nathan's place. After her knock Nathan opened the door and let her in. He was watching some late night movie which he cut off as he sat back on the sofa.

"What happened to you?" he asked nonchalantly. Stephanie grinned wickedly and straddled his lap. His face was nearly into the half cup bra she'd worn for her 'job interview'.

"I got shot. Some big evil man shot some friends and me on the way out of a restaurant. It was horrible, two men died and the third was critically injured. He'll recover, but he'll be out of work for maybe two months," Stephanie pouted playfully.

"Wow, good luck for you I guess. Is there any chance of you getting one of those open job slots?" Nathan asked. 

"Did I mention I saved that third man's life? A dozen cameras caught my rescue. The gun pointing at me and coming down on spent shells was really impressive, by the way. The cops are totally convinced I'm lucky to be alive. In a few hours I plan to go to the hospital and check up on the wounded man -- maybe meet some of his co-workers and his wife and small child."

"That would be a nice touch," Nathan agreed. "What now?"

"I was planning to go into the bedroom," Stephanie smiled.

"You've had a long night. A little sleep would be good for you," Nathan acknowledged.

"Who says I want to go to sleep?" Stephanie said before kissing him. Sure, Nathan was probably a psychopath, but he was her psychopath and that really turned her on.

Nathan exhibited his strength by picking Stephanie up from the couch and keeping her at waist level. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him into a long sensual kiss. One hand cupped her ass firmly taking in one cheek. His other hand went to the middle back and pressed her breasts into his chest.

The made their way to the bedroom and Stephanie was suddenly grateful that she'd packed up so much of her stuff. She wanted to get to the bedroom fast. For the first time in a long time she found herself looking forward to sex for the desire of sex and not the sake of financial gain. Nathan put one knee on the bed and roughly lowered her to the mattress. He studied her for a moment in a way that sent chills up her spine.

Nathan tore open her short and twisted and pulled the front clasp of her bra open. Diving into her breasts like a man dying of thirst he slaked his lust on one tit after the other. He bit the top of one of her breasts painfully.

"Ow, that hurts," she cried out.

"You don't own me," he snarled. "I'm doing this because I want to. This is a one-time thing."

Stephanie pulled him back to her nipple and he began to suckle brutally. She began moaning in ecstasy. His actions were mean and painful and his anger and rage were obvious, but it turned her on more and more as his energy was directed into her body. This was the passion she'd always been missing in every other relationship she'd ever been in. She'd be damned if this was a one-time thing.

Nathan stood up on his knees away from her and took off his shirt and wrist watch. Stephanie matched him by tearing off her shirt and bra as fast as she could. He gave her enough room to slip out of her skirt and hose, kicking her shoes out into the hall. He took of his draw-string pants and stood at the foot of the bed glaring at her. He had that angry look. Playfully Stephanie retreated back up the bed until she hit the wall; there was no headboard on the queen-sized bed.

He went to the side table and took out a condom. He put it on without taking his gaze from her eyes. Nathan crawled on his hand and knees to Stephanie, pulled her legs apart, grabbed her thighs and pulled her to him in the middle of the bed. He pulled her legs up so her knees were beside his shoulders. He didn't waste time with foreplay. He drove into her in one thrust.

It was good she was already soaking wet because there was nothing loving about Nathan's attentions. He fucked her hard. Each pounding impact made Stephanie recall the energy Edward had imparted into her at his death. It had been death; terrifying and thrilling at the same time. With Nathan she was recapturing that moment when her life meant more to her than it ever had before. She doubted she ever wanted to go back to the real killing moment -- Nathan was crazy after all -- but his anger could bring back all those memories in the safety of having sex with him.

Stephanie's pussy was tingling with the sensation of his thrusts. Her thighs burned from the friction of him pushing them aside each time they he struck home. She pulled herself up enough to kiss him. At first, he resisted and kept his mouth clamped shut, but she wore him down with her tickles from her tongue along his lips and her persistent attention.

She met his gaze the first time she pulled back from the French kiss. It was something new there; she had never seen him more alive. There was no regret or remorse. Nothing was weighing down on his soul that might get in her way. He was hungry for the next challenge and so was she, and that sent her over the edge. He wasn't done with her, he kept at her until well after sunrise, in every position she could come up with, and with a drive that sent her over the edge of exhaustion.

"How did you know where to be?" Stephanie asked totally spent.

"If you headed the other way, you were going back to his car and you were going to get the job. If he headed my way he was going take you to the hotel to fuck you then fuck you over some more. The other two guys were a bonus. I adlibbed the wounded man part; it worked out well enough."

"That was quick thinking; I liked it," Steph said as she curled up against his chest.




On the Job Assistant Ch. 01



"I was planning to put five into Edward and put the sixth one past your head as we struggled. You would have still gotten to be heroic."

"You have a good head for strategic thinking. I'll have to think of the best way to utilize that on my way back to the top. I have to know; why did you do it?"

Nathan shrugged in a noncommittal way.

"We needed the jobs."

(Monday)

The wounded man's name was Conrad. Some homely girl named Sarah was getting his job. Gus White took over Edward's position since he wouldn't need it anymore. Stephanie got the other dead guy's job. He had been Stanley, not that it mattered much. It was a tiny office, but she was able to shuffle some things around and bring Nathan on as one of the sections assistants. 

He'd work for several of the marketers on the lowest rung, but they would be working together. Everyone thought it was nice of her to get a former co-worker a job at her new place. It showed loyalty. Human Resources would have their paperwork tomorrow, but Stephanie and Nathan wanted to impress people with her work ethic by showing up and working a half day. Stephanie barely saw Nathan all day and that had her little worried. What if he didn't need her anymore?

Back at Nathan's place that night, Stephanie was going over every piece of information that she'd obtained from her new company trying to find an avenue to get ahead. Nathan arrived past nine.

"Where have you been?" Stephanie snapped in a worried tone. He hadn't called her or anything.

Nathan stared at Stephanie.

"I had to arrange for someone who owes me a favor to be my mailing address for work. We can't be seen living at the same address and I assumed you used my address". Stephanie blushed; she had. 

"After the first paycheck, we will pitch in for some rat-hole with as safe mailbox and I'll put in a change of address. What are you doing?" Nathan asked.

"I'm looking on how to make my first advancement. It is going to be tough," she answered.

"Gus has a heart condition," Nathan told her. "One of the girls on that side of the floor told me. He's got hypertension, is going through a tough divorce, and is in lousy shape. I can remove him when the time is right."

"You mean kill him?" Stephanie gasped.

"Yeah," Nathan yawned, "we can't kill all your problems, but this is a case where we can. It will look like an accident. I already have an 'in' to his office and his pills. If there is no autopsy, we are golden."

"But ..." she questioned.

"All that has to be arranged by you is positioning yourself to be the one they tap to take over when I do him," Nathan said. "You'll be floor supervisor and start covering real clients again. From time to time, you pick the obstacle and I'll do the rest. I thought that was our arrangement?" Nathan stated.

"I guess it is," she said with wonderment and a smile. Having inconvenient people removed had always been a matter to deceit and betrayal, but now she had the tool of murder as well. All she had to do was keep Nathan close.

"Nathan, what can you tells me about Marketing Projections?" she asked.

"Not much. That is your side of the arrangement. I can steal data for you, but I need to know what you are looking for," he informed her. "I also have an extra angle I'm examining. One of the girls in Tech Support talked to me today."

"Talked to you ... like in as a person?" Stephanie teased. Nathan did not look impressed with her sarcasm.

"Considering she does all the work on the two floors above us, I would say that she's a good contact for me to consider developing," Nathan responded. "She can help us get information on all the Senior Marketing people's accounts and projections." Now he had Stephanie's attention.

"What do you have to do to cultivate the girl?" she questioned.

"Listen to her certain style of music I will probably not like, go to a few clubs with her where I'll be bored, and possibly accept her clumsy attempts at sex," he told her.

"Atta boy," Stephanie smiled wickedly, "I'll make an executive out of you yet. I think I can help you in the sex techniques department. As you pointed out, that is my side of the arrangement."

Nathan went and fixed himself some food. Stephanie watched him move around the room. He really was darkly attractive. She wondered why she had never seen that before. It was probably because she never looked at people as people but as resources. That IT girl was going to help her get to the next floor. Right now, she had to thin out the minnows where she was at; three or four months at the most. Then Gus would be gone and she'd be coming to the notice of people that mattered. This was going to work out great. She couldn't figure Nathan out, but did she really need to?



On the Job Assistant Ch. 02



*When going to sleep with a tiger make sure you are a tiger too*

Gus White was sitting as his office flushed and very pleased with himself. He had quite the successful two months. His productivity had gone up and he was now getting regular blowjobs from the new girl -- Stephanie something. In fact she had left only a few minutes ago and he was still coming down from the rush. 

His heart was pounding and he lied to himself saying the sex had been great for both of them. His doctor would have frowned at the exertions, but he had no intention of telling his female doctor he was getting BJ's from the smoking hot new girl on the floor. The rumor was she was a whore and he was glad the rumor was true. 

That would teach his bitchy ex-wife about whining that he couldn't get it up. All it took was a little extra effort. Gus had no problem making the woman his new assistant floor manager. She was much better looking than Sarah and besides Sarah would never put out. Stephanie was also good at her job; clearly the most productive member of the team. The floor supervisor hardly noticed one of the office assistance come into the room and point out some of the late night figures coming in from the Far East. 

Gus was previewing them when a film of plastic wrapped itself around his face. Instinctively he sucked in a breath, sealing the material over his airways. One hand clamped over his face while a second one pushed him down in his chair. Gus struggled to get up and got nowhere. He felt his heartbeat thundering in his temples. His lungs were on fire. Pain went shooting down his left arm.

Gus twitched and thrashed about as he lost control of his bodily functions. Nathan kept his hands on the man for a thirty count before removing the plastic wrap. Gus' eyes were wide open. Using the wrap to cover any possible prints, Nathan opened the top desk drawer and pulled out Gus' heart medication. He opened it and dumped it over close to Gus' hand. It looked like he almost made it to the pills before his heart attack overcame him. Nathan slipped out of the office. The only thing he left behind were the Far East figures, which happened to be abysmal.

"Congratulations," Nathan said when Stephanie got in around ten. Nathan looked ready to hit the sack. Stephanie was feeling a bit tipsy from the celebratory drinks she had hoisted with her co-workers. A few of the men, and one of the women, had tried to score with her, but she only had sex on the way up, not with those beneath her. She would be more careful now to not totally stomp on everybody, but still planned to pluck these losers for everything she could use to advance herself. There was one person she broke that rule for.

"It is only temporary," she giggled to Nathan. "Of course there is no one else for the job."

"Since Trent slipped in the restroom, I have to agree," Nathan said. Trent was still on the job, but his 'accident' had threatened insurance premiums. It was enough to poison his name in the minds of floor manager -- Stephanie's new boss.

"Floor Supervisor Lamborne," she murmured. It was still a bottom rung, but a higher bottom rung and all within three months. All it had taken was a little judicious purloining of data and two actions by Nathan. She, along with some help from Nathan's contact had accomplished the first. How Nathan did what he did wasn't her concern. "You should have seen the look Mr. Kitchener gave me," she added sexily. Kitchener was the Floor Manager.

"I'll start working on him tomorrow," Nathan stated.

"So will I," she smiled. Nathan shook his head.

"Give it a month. Look good, but don't let him touch. He's got a wife, but no kids. That is probably not a happy marriage. Let him think he's earning it."

"Are you lecturing me on sexuality?" she wondered.

"I'm only repeating what you've been telling me to do," he responded. "Make them think it is all their idea. It makes them feel culpable for what happens." Stephanie nodded.

"I want you," she said as she sat down on the sofa next to him. It was warm in the apartment so all he had on was a pair of draw-string shorts.

"No," he stated calmly. He had held her off for three months.

"I'm clean," she responded with deep hunger. "I've been careful. I see your eyes on me. I know you want me. Why do you keep saying no?"

"Knowing that you are beautiful is not the same thing as wanting you," he sighed.

"Why don't you want me?" she all but pleaded. The more threatening he became, the greater she wanted him. The more he said 'no' the more desperate she became to make him want her too.

"Being physically attractive isn't enough for me," he continued patiently.

"Do it for me then. Do it to celebrate the promotion you gave me -- the one you killed for," she said hopefully. His response was to stand up and take her hand. He pulled her into the bedroom.

"Strip," he commanded. It was his lack of passion that turned her on because she knew it hid a burning storm of anger and rage at the world. It was how he killed without remorse. She hurriedly obeyed. Her shirt and bra came first, done with trembling fingers. When her bra came free she reached out and cupped on breast. He teased and pulled on the nipple.

Stephanie threw down her skirt and pushed her hose and panties half way down. She sat down on the bed to kick them free. At the same time he dropped his shorts and his rigid member sprung free. He moved one knee on the bed and was about to push him down when she stopped him and placed her mouth over the tip of his penis. She soon was sucking him in.

Nathan's hand came down on her head and put forth a steady pressure that she struggled to keep pace with. She fought down the urge to gag and was skilled enough to overcome it. She began bobbing up and down, keeping over half of it in her mouth at all times. She moved around until she was on her belly and propped up with one arm. She used the other to massage his nuts.

He leaned over her, his fingers working down her shoulder blades toward her ass. He slowly moved until his side was on the bed. One hand found the folds of her ass and began threatening her anus. The other went around the front and teased her cunt. She opened her leg to give him better access.

Abruptly he pushed her back and aside. She was forced her onto her hands and knees without talking. He entered her without warning and pushed into her somewhat painfully. She grunted as his pelvis pushed against her ass. His hands reached around and cupped each breast as he pumped into her. Steadily he drew her higher and higher up until she was on her fingertips.

Nathan's kneading her breasts was vigorous and highly stimulating. When he pulled her up onto her haunches he slammed even deeper into her. His hands moved to her arms and slowly pulled them behind her and placed them between their bodies. One hand went down between them while to the other one traced a line up around her breastbone to her neck.

His lower hand pushed a single finger into her anus. Each push of the hips edged it forward until it popped her O-ring. She gasped from the pain. Now each thrust drove it degrees farther in, just enough to be painful but not so much she couldn't bear it. His upper hand started to grasp her throat and squeeze. Right as it began to become uncomfortable, he drove deeply into her, pinning her arms down and pushing his finger in as far as it would go.

His grip began to choke her out and Stephanie began to violently struggle against him. She was really afraid. Nathan had already killed one person this week, why not make it two? She squirmed, her body thrashed and she came in the deepest, darkest orgasm of her life. Her ass clamped down on his finger. Her vagina grasped his penis snugly like a glove. He shot off inside of her it what felt like gallons. She tried to scream but couldn't. All that energy passed back into Stephanie, driving her nuts just as her vision began to fade from lack of air.

Stephanie flopped forward totally exhausted and spent. Her vagina and ass ached from her climax. She was struggling to make sense of the world when she felt Nathan's hands on her hips pulling her back up. She was powerless to resist him. She felt his rod press against her ass. She wanted to beg him to take it easy, but she could only rasp out a strangled gasp.

"Ooohh," she managed as Nathan started driving into her. He was without mercy. Even though not fully rigid, he kept pushing in. Nathan became harder inside her, re-aroused by her helplessness. He was soon balls-deep in Stephanie; all she could do was grunt as he bore in. Stephanie bunched up the covers and bit into them. Stephanie had no doubts anymore. She was in love.

Kikki Sato had wrangled another opportunity to go to the trading floor. She finished her job quickly so she could head off the senior officers area. She didn't want to see any of the Floor Supervisors; she wanted to see one of the new personal assistants.

"Hey Nathan," she said with a smile. Nathan looked up from his desk and smiled back.

It wasn't the normal polite smile she got; there was something else about him. Nathan was ... intense. When he looked at someone, he looked right at them. The man had penetrating eye contact. Kikki came inside the cubicle and leaned next to his computer. She let his eyes roam over her body.

Kikki was in good shape, her work kept her busy and she ate well. Nathan on the other hand worked out. He had incredibly strong hands; he had picked her up once and his fingers were like iron. It made her feel all tingly to think about what that would feel like on her naked flesh.

"Hey Kikki, it is good to see you again, though I hate to see you slumming it with us on the lower levels," he responded.

"Oh, I don't mind coming here ... to see you," she said and regretted it. It made her sound desperate.

"You know I'm getting a raise with the new position," he said calmly. "Maybe, if you don't have any plans, we could go out Friday."

"Yes!" she blurted out. She had been wondering how long it would take her to ask him out because she was sure he would never ask her and now here he was surprising her. "Wait, you didn't ask me out because you didn't have the money?"

"Of course," he stated. "I've wanted to say something for a while." Kikki blinked then grinned wildly.

"Where do you want to go?" she babbled.

"I thought we could catch a movie around eight then hit the 49th Street Grill. I understand they have the burgers in the city," he suggested. Kikki can only stare. He'd actually thought this out; it wasn't spontaneous. "Is that okay; not too low-brow?"

"Oh no," she hurriedly said. "When do you want to get together?"

"I was thinking that I usually work on Friday's until six, but I could change in the restroom and pick you up on the ground floor."

"You change here?" she asked and was starting to feel stupid.

"I am a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. I hate wearing a suit," he told her.

"Me too," she beamed. "I'll strip in the Women's room and meet you anywhere."

"With or without clothes," he grinned. Kikki blushed beet red. "I'd like to see you naked, but I'm will to wait a while," he added very quietly. Now her heart was pounding. She knew of a supply closet close by.

"Nathan," his boss called from her office.

"I have to go," Nathan smiled and shrugged to Kikki. She watched him go into his boss's office. The woman looked like a total slut. She wasn't sure of what their relationship was like, but she was sure Nathan wasn't sleeping with her. He wouldn't do that to her.

"What was all that about?" Stephanie asked Nathan once he stood before her. 

"I asked her out," he answered evenly.

"Is that really necessary," Stephanie demanded.

"You really need to question yourself why you are asking me that," he countered in a detached manner.

"Point taken," she grinned. This girl, 'what's-her-name' was a tool for her advancement. Nathan was a psychopath. He wasn't likely to get attached to anyone ... besides her. "I need you to hunt down the Chicago people. I want their numbers and e-mails aren't doing it. Lean on them until they squeal." Nathan nodded and left. He still had his regular job to do.

(Eighteen months later)

"Thank you for coming Ms. Lamborne," Mr. Thomas Cosgrove said to Stephanie. It was past business on Friday and she was curious as to why. She'd only secured her latest rise on the corporate rung on Monday and she wasn't aware that Cosgrove knew she was angling for his job.

"What do you need?" she replied with an extra wiggle to the hips. That made him smile slightly.

"You've shown real initiative Ms. Lamborne. I can admire that," he stated. Stephanie grinned.

"Unfortunately for you I've been made aware of what you did to Aaron Palmer. It was sleazy and underhanded," he gave as a toothy response. "Company infighting in my department is something I won't allow. I'm giving Aaron your job. I expect you to be out of the building in an hour. You are fired." Stephanie was stunned. Nearly two years of work tossed away.

"Please," pleaded, "don't do this to me. Aaron can have my job, but don't fire me for this ... misunderstanding."

"You threatened to ruin this man's marriage with accusations to his wife of sexual misconduct. Seriously, did it never occur to you that he would come to me out of revenge? That was very stupid on your part," he declared.

"I'll do anything. Please don't fire me," Stephanie begged.

"I don't see what that could be, Ms. Lamborne. You are not as young as you used to be," he taunted her. Stephanie gulped.

"But I'm more experienced," she said hopefully. He arched an eyebrow.

"I won't make any promises," he offered, "but I'm willing to see how desperate you are."

He stood up and came around his desk. She came up to him and started to kiss him but he put a hand on her head and pushed down. She went to her knees and pulled down his zipper.

"That's a good girl," he said, keeping his hand on her head. As she took his member into her mouth, she slipped her phone out and dialed the first number. She knew she was on the losing end of this proposition. She was desperate, but Mr. Cosgrove had no idea how desperate.

Soon Cosgrove had Stephanie's legs up on each shoulder and past pumping into her. His knees were on the floor and he had his soon-to-be-fired employee lying on the sofa. It was good to finally fuck her. He had always thought she was a hot piece of ass, and now he could bang the bitch and show her the door as soon as he was done. 

She was even groaning like a whore. She was getting louder and louder. Cosgrove was glad the floor was deserted. She was also really wet, but surprisingly tight for such a slut.

"Do you like it Lamborne?" he panted. Her eyes grew bright and she beamed.

"I think we will both find this unforgettable," she moaned.

Thomas Cosgrove felt two hands on the opposite side of his head, but only for a second before his head twisted and his neck snapped. He was yanked off of Stephanie and shoved face first into his black leather sofa. He was dead in under a minute, but had passed out long before then.

"Thank you Nathan," Stephanie purred as she came down from her own orgasm. She looked down at the semen Cosgrove had sprayed all over the sofa cushion and carpet.

"Get dressed," Nathan said calmly. If anything he seemed slightly let down by the whole thing. Stephanie stood up and stepped over Cosgrove's corpse. She picked up her thong panties and slipped into them. She looked over to Nathan hungrily. She was hoping he would pick up on her signals and do here right on top of the desk. She was looking to Nathan when Kikki walked in.

She looked at the two people. She looked over to the corpse of Mr. Cosgrove.

Nathan and Stephanie looked at Kikki.

No one said anything for the longest time.

"Is he dead?" Kikki asked.

"He sure is," Nathan replied. Kikki was impressed at how unfazed he sounded.

"Did you kill him?" she asked next.

"Yes," he responded.

"Cool," she gasped. "What did you do?"

"I broke his neck then suffocated him," Nathan said in a totally reasonable way.

"Cool," Kikki repeated enthusiastically.

"Are you ... weirded out?" Stephanie wondered out loud.

"Oh, I knew Nathan was cool, but I didn't know he was this cool. Oh, if that's semen you will find organic cleaner in the lower left drawer of his desk. He keeps if for when his wife brings their annoying mutt around," Kikki informed them.

"Stephanie, why don't you get the cleaner and clean up the cum," Nathan suggested, "Kikki and I are going to get the rug from your new office and wrap Mr. Cosgrove up in it."

"Can't we leave him?" Stephanie asked somewhat concerned with the strange turn of events.

"Nope; I snapped his neck and he has your vaginal fluid on his crotch. We need to get rid of the body."

"My uncle has a hog farm," Kikki offered.

"Seriously?" Nathan sounded impressed.

"It is about two hours upstate, but if we can get him to my car, I'll drive us there," she grinned.

"Are you for real?" Stephanie asked.

"I'm doing this for Nathan. Mr. Cosgrove was a real bastard and I won't miss him," Kikki explained. "I doubt his bitch of a wife will miss him either. He has no kids."

"We'll make him disappear," Stephanie grinned. "If they never find a body ..."

"You work on that side of the plan; we'll dispose of the body."

"How about get together at the 49th Street Grill," Kikki suggested, "say in five hours?" Stephanie studied Kikki and did her own survival calculations. For now Kikki had a purpose, but Stephanie knew that she would have to watch her. Nathan had come through yet again, but she couldn't afford to let him become attached to this bitch.

Not only did he get rid of the body in a place no one was ever to find it, Nathan even had the balls to take the carpet to be cleaned -- his cover story for taking rug out of the building. Stephanie already had a plan when her two accomplices sat down.

"I need to make two million dollars disappear," Stephanie began. Nathan looked nonplussed.

"I don't think I can arrange for you to steal two million dollars," Kikki the IT gal responded.

"No," Stephanie grinned, "I want it to 'look' like two million has disappeared."

"Oh," Kikki's eyes lit up, "you want to create a two million dollar account and then make it vanish! I can do that." Nathan looked confused.

"We aren't actually stealing anything," Stephanie explained. "When they do the accounting they won't find the end destination of the accounts but they will assume Cosgrove hid his money trail. He's embezzled the funds and has had to run off before he was exposed."

"And you will expose him Monday morning," Nathan completed. Stephanie smile triumphantly.

"We are going to have a busy weekend," Kikki exulted. She looked at the other two. "I don't know about you, but I've never done this before. Is it always this exciting?"

"You shouldn't ask," Stephanie warned.

"It isn't exciting," Nathan observed. "I don't know what the big deal is." Kikki arched an eyebrow.

"He's a psychopath," Stephanie informed Kikki. Nathan shrugged.

"Cool," Kikki responded. Nathan sighed.

"I'm not sure I actually like killing," he said after looking around. "I simply do what needs to be done. It is never personal."

"What about tonight?" Stephanie teased.

"He shouldn't have threatened to fire you," Nathan told her. "I can't risk that."

"Oh, that's sweet," Kikki grinned.

"I did it to save my job ... and Stephanie's," Nathan explained.

"Would you do it to save my job?" Kikki asked.

"Yes," Nathan said without hesitation. Stephanie looked at him.

"Kikki, what are you looking for?" Stephanie inquired.

"Do you know what the head of IT makes at the company? $125K. Do you know what the head of Market Analysis makes? $750K plus stock options; guess which job I want?" she informed them.




On the Job Assistant Ch. 02



"I come first," Stephanie insisted. "As long as you remember that, we will get along fine." Kikki looked to Nathan to see what his opinion on the matter was, but he was unreadable.

"Okay," Kikki grudgingly accepted. Stephanie gave her a measured look.

"Kikki, go home and Stephanie and I will meet you at work tomorrow at nine," Nathan intervened. Kikki kissed him and left.

Once they were back at Nathan's flat, Stephanie turned on Nathan and kissed him fiercely. 

"I want you to kill Kikki when we've finished with her this weekend," she breathed into him.

"To what end?" Nathan responded.

"I want her dead," Stephanie said after another quick kiss.

"If she needs to be killed, I'll kill her," Nathan promised, "but I'm not going to kill someone because you are a jealous, selfish bitch." Stephanie glared at him. "I'm not tossing you aside for her if that is what you are worried about. She can't do for me what you can," he added. She kept glaring but she began grinding her crotch against him.

"You know how hot it makes me when I know what you've done for me," she whispered into his ear. He pushed her to the floor and began reaching up under her skirt. She slipped his fingers into her thong while she tore at his belt.

"You are a whore," he growled as he put two fingers snugly inside her. Stephanie nodded rapidly.

"When you appeared behind him," she moaned, "and I knew ..." Stephanie got his belt undone and unzipped him. She pulled him free and in one thrust he was half way into her. "Aaahhh." He then surprised her by rolling over and putting her on top. He thrust and thrust again and she found herself moaning like the whore he said she was.

Nathan's hands roamed up her body and mauled her breasts. Stephanie rocked back and forth on him, grinding her pelvis into him. Her whole body shook with pleasure the moment he gripped her throat and began choking her. When Stephanie finished Nathan released his grip enough for her to breathe but the anger resided there right behind the scotching fire in his eyes. Stephanie started riding him hard again. His hands never left her neck.



On the Job Assistant Ch. 03



*When you decide to hunt a boar, you bring a spear if you want to live*

Stephanie sat across from her former co-worker, Peter Bartowski. He had taken her old job back at her old corporation. He was an Account Manager. She had risen to one step away from Account Manager at her new firm in only two years so she was still a decade faster in her advancement over him. Peter had scrupulously played by the rules, until it came to breaking her.

"What do you want Peter?" she asked pleasantly as she tasted her pasta appetizer.

"I've been watching your progress, Stephanie and it has been disturbing," Peter began evenly. "Some of your old co-workers and I are concerned by what we've seen. We aren't sure what you've done but we want it to stop."

"So, let me get this straight; I've worked my ass off to make Floor Manager and you are pissed with me but you can't tell me what I've done wrong? How does that work?" Stephanie asked.

"The next newest Floor Manager has been there eight years, Stephanie. What did you do to it in only two?"

"I don't know. My previous Floor Supervisor had a heart attack and died on the job. After that, I ran my unit as the strongest producer for four quarters in a row, Peter. I earned this," Stephanie pointed out with some heat.

"Well, we don't think so, and we think you should take a step back. You got a walk on your past crimes. We don't think you should be allowed to continue hurting people. The Upper Management didn't want to make an example of you, but you haven't been forgotten. I have little doubt you've hurt more people on the way up. It isn't happening again."

"What do you want me to do?" Stephanie sighed. It was easy to sound defeated now. They'd nearly broken her the first time. Nathan had saved her then. She'd saved Nathan in return, but no one else knew that.

"Take a demotion to Floor Supervisor," he ordered her. Stephanie doubted this was up for discussion. One of Peter's flaws was his rigidity of thinking.

"If I don't?" she asked.

"Your current boss discovers some of your past indiscretions with us," he threatened.

"That's downright underhanded Peter. I was guaranteed that none of that would come to light if I was a good girl and went quietly. Why are you going against that agreement?"

"People like you have to be stopped," Peter insisted.

"People like me? Oh, okay if you put it like that." Stephanie weighed her options. "Peter, can you wait until the end of March for my demotion? I'd like to finish out the quarter at least. That way I'll qualify for that last bonus."

"No. I'll give you until the end of the week. If we haven't heard from you by Monday, I'll take action," he promised.

"Peter please," Stephanie sounded exasperated, "I know you aren't acting alone. I'm sure the whole gang is going to be on in the kill. Give me this much. I won't be back in the office until Tuesday -- we have a weekend team-building exercise -- can you give me until then so I can make a graceful exit?"

Peter was thinking it over. Stephanie didn't do anything overtly sexual. She did her best to look pathetic.

"If we don't have confirmation that you've been demoted by Tuesday at ten, we will send the information over at eleven. We'll make sure you stay in the grave this time," he stated with authority.

"Thank you Peter; I'll make best use of the time," Stephanie said then made a few stabs at her meal. "Peter, I've lost my appetite. I'll cover your meal, but I have to go now."

"That won't be necessary," Peter protested.

"No Peter, you came and warned me. I won't forget it," Stephanie promised him. 

She flagged down the waiter, got the bill, paid and left. Once outside she immediately pulled out the phone and called Nathan.

"We have a problem. Something has come up. We need to talk," she told him.

"Oh ... we should meet at the apartment then. I'll be there in thirty," he answered.

"Are you still at work? It is lunch time," Stephanie noted.

"When have you not known me to be dedicated to my job," he stated evenly. Stephanie knew that was right. In fact, she was counting on it. Peter had given her five days to save her life and livelihood; she didn't plan to waste them.

(Sunday night)

Peter and Anne Bartowski sat at the foot of their bed in their slightly upscale home in the suburbs that his promotion a few years back had afforded him. They had duct tape on their mouths and their hands and feet were bound with nylon cord. The smaller of the two assailants had them covered with a gun. She -- he was assuming it was a she -- though masked seemed very nervous.

The larger of the two came in three times, each trip depositing one of their three children onto the floor in a bound and kneeling position. He too had a gun, but he was anything but nervous. He seemed so utterly calm it was frightening. Both the home invaders were dressed in black and wore black ski masks. Once the last child was in the room, the woman put her gun in her belt and pulled a video camera out of a black travel bag the two had shown up with.

The man put a silencer on his weapon which caused the parents to moan fearfully. When the woman nodded the man began speaking.

"I am here to talk to you about Stephanie Lamborne. If you use her name, I will kill your youngest child Mr. Bartowski?" The man said. 

Peter blanched then nodded. The woman and the two youngest children started to sob. The man looked to the woman who gave him the thumbs up. She was clearly now recording the events. The man removed the tape from Peter's mouth.

"Who is part of your conspiracy?"

"Who are you?" Peter begged. "What do you want?"

"Who is part of your conspiracy?" the man repeated.

"Listen, I'm not sure of what you mean," Peter insisted. The man turned and blew Peter's eldest child's (a son) brain all over the carpet with a well-aimed shot to the forehead.

Peter gasped. Anne Bartowski screamed against tape and slid off the bed.

"You have two children left Mr. Bartowski," the man said in a dispassionate, almost bored voice. "If you want to keep playing games, I can keep shooting. If you don't want to see any more of your children die, you will answer my questions truthfully and quickly. Do we understand each other now?"

"Please, I beg you, they are just children. They don't have anything to do with this," Peter begged.

"We apparently don't have an understanding," the man sighed. He pointed the pistol at the middle child's head.

"Wait, please, I understand. I understand. What do you want to know?" Peter said desperately.

"Who is part of your conspiracy?" the man said for a third time. He moved the gun down to his side. Peter began spewing forth names. When he finished the man studied him for a second.

"Who else?" the man shrugged then leveled the gun at the child's head once more.

"Joel Huxley," Peter groaned.

"Joel Huxley in Legal?" the man asked. Peter nodded. "I believe you," the man said. "Good men who play by the rules shouldn't do bad things. They have unforeseen consequences." He then blew Peter's brains all over his comforter, pillows, and headboard. He grabbed the wife and flopped her on the bed next to her dead husband.

"I said he wouldn't have to watch his children die," the man stated calmly. "I never promised you that." He proceeded to spatter the two remaining children's heads all over the wall. He motioned the woman to cut the video. The man leaned into the semi-comatose body of Anne Bartowski. He slapped her a few times to get her attention.

"Stephanie Lamborne sends her regards and wants you to know she remembers you holding down her arm while your husband fucked her. She wanted you to know what it felt like to lose everything before you die." The man put the gun into her mouth. As she gagged on it, he pulled the trigger.

"Okay," Nathan told Kikki, "grab up the items I told you about and let's get out of here."

"Damn Nathan, that was so ... intense," Kikki gasped.

"We aren't free and clear yet. Let's get moving," Nathan urged her. "We aren't safe until we get back to your place."

"Nathan, I'm so horny," she said in disbelief.

"We'll take care of that at your place as well. Priorities," he stressed. The finished the looting of the high-end portable items and exited the house. To the authorities it would appear to be a home invasion gone horribly wrong. Only a handful of people would ever need to know different.

(Monday morning)

Joel Huxley was walking across the plaza leading into his office building.

"Mr. Huxley," a man called out. Huxley sighed and tried to avoid this unknown solicitor. The man bared his way.

"Yes," Joel said in an exasperated voice.

"This concerns Stephanie Lamborne," the darkly handsome man said by way of an introduction.

"Oh, well you can tell Ms. Lamborne that her deadline is still tomorrow morning. I was against Peter giving her even that long," Joel declared.

"I understand that, and it is because of Mr. Bartowski that I am here today," the man responded. He pulled out a video camera and tilted the screen so that they could both see it. The video came on. It showed Peter and his wife bound up and sitting on what looked to be their bed.

"What is this about?" Joel asked.

"It will become obvious right now," the stranger said. Right then it looked like one of Peter's kids was murdered off-screen.

"What the hell?" Joel gasped. Peter began naming names and sobbing. After a brief hesitation, he gave up Joel as well. Seconds later, Peter was dead. Two more shots went off-screen as well. Joel struggled to remember how large Peter's family was. The video ended.

"Who the hell are you?" Joel whispered to the strange man with the cold, dead eyes.

"You might say I am a friend of Stephanie Lamborne. What is pertinent to you is that I knew how to find Peter, and now I know how to find you and your wife. I know how to find everyone on the list. I suggest you do some serious soul-searching over the next tweny-four hours."

"What ..." Joel stammered.

"If Ms. Lamborne has her job on Wednesday morning, we can forget this unfortunate incident. If she becomes financially challenged, the possibility exists that things won't go well for you and your family."

"What about Peter? You murdered him. You can't expect us to just forget that," Joel wondered.

"I never said I killed Peter. I do know that Peter is dead and that you are not. Now, you can do the right thing and save your family, or betray your corporate code of ethics, for a second time, and screw over Ms. Lamborne. The choice is yours. I suggest you do the right thing."

"I could call security," Joel threatened.

"They won't catch me, thus us meeting out here in the plaza as opposed to in your office. I would have to assume by that action you didn't have Ms. Lamborne's best interest at heart and act accordingly," the man told Joel.

"I'm not going to get away with murder. Peter was a friend," Joel struggled to say.

"Peter is past caring. You can implicate Ms. Lamborne in his murder, but in doing so implicate yourself in as scheme to blackmail her. I guarantee that she has an alibi. You have a video of a man getting murdered and naming you as a member of an unknown conspiracy."

"Now I ask you again; how much are you willing to sacrifice to do the wrong thing?" the man stated. "You have tweny-four hours to decide. I suggest you convince the other people on the list to do the right thing as well."

"I will need a copy of the video," Joel suggested.

"Not likely. They will believe you without seeing it while I don't feel obliged to reveal the tape until it serves Ms. Lamborne's interests."

"I can't believe she is this ruthless. Peter was doing her a favor," Joel told him.

"Joel, Peter was salving his own conscious. All of you should have known that you were putting Ms. Lamborne's back against the wall. Did you really think she would let you fuck her over a second time?"

"I ...you know she will destroy you too?" Joel warned.

"I believe she will try," the man confessed.

"What makes you think that you will survive her? If she's willing to kill a nice guy like Peter, what do you think she will do to you?" Joel threatened.

"I'm willing to do things she's not, Mr. Huxley," the man stated honestly. "Now that you know what we are both capable of, I hope you will make the smart decision. Believe me, I am more than willing to have the same talk with another one of your colleagues if you prove to be unreasonable. Hopefully they will find the video of you to be more enlightening. Bye," the man said as he departed.

Joel didn't know what to do. He staggered over to a bench and sat down. He called his wife only to hear the sound of her voice. He stood back up and went to his office. Joel had to start talking to a specific group of people.

(Tuesday night)

Kikki, Stephanie, and Nathan sat around Nathan's little apartment eating some Greek take-out. Kikki and Stephanie felt giddy. Kikki was basking in witnessing the successful application of precision force in solving a delicate problem. That is how she saw the murder she'd participated in. Nathan had been so casual yet methodical; it hardly felt like murder at all.

For Stephanie, it was the dual thrill of destroying not one but many enemies at the same time, along with the affirmation of her status at her new corporation. She'd been threatened with destruction and survived. Sure she had only seen the video once before Nathan hid it away somewhere, but that one moment had been magical. 

That fool Peter had actually thought he was doing the right thing by warning her. It had been right -- for her; not so much for his wife and kids. There was an extra degree of satisfaction that the last thought going through Anne Bartowski's mind was that she'd been destroyed by Stephanie Lamborne. Now that the crisis had passed, she desperately wanted Nathan all to herself.

For Nathan, thoughts were more mundane. He wondered if the lamb on his sandwich had been cooked enough. He didn't worry about the tape; he had destroyed it. Stephanie might want some evidence of the deaths locked safely away somewhere, but Nathan thought that was foolish. Murder is what made things happen. It wasn't a game. It wasn't thrilling.

Kikki stole Nathan a glance. It told him that she was going to do something crazy and off the wall though he didn't know what that was. He followed her gaze to Stephanie. Nathan had little worry that Kikki could do Stephanie permanent harm. Stephanie had enough size on her that their equal strengths would allow him to intervene before things got too nasty.

"You say that you are in charge so let me show you what being in charge gets you," Kikki murmured as she crawled across the sofa to Stephanie. Stephanie looked suspiciously at Nathan, but the man looked amused, not particularly unhappy. Whether this ploy actually worked was up to Stephanie. She didn't like Kikki, but the naked desire of the woman to belong was a delicious vulnerability.

Stephanie split her legs and let Kikki draw close. For a moment their faces were inches apart then Kikki leaned in and gave Stephanie a kiss on the lips. It was hardly electric, but it was not amateurish either. Stephanie decided to make an exception in the young woman's case and show her how it was done. Steph pulled Kikki into a longer, breath-stealing embrace. Propped against the arm of the sofa, she was able to use one hand to push the back of Kikki's head in while the other reached out and massaged the closest breast of the smaller woman.

Stephanie pulled back on Kikki's hair and sneered slightly.

"Strip," Stephanie commanded. Instead of finding resistance, the young Asian lady hastened to obey. On the scale of raw sensual femininity she had Kikki beat. Naked, the woman looked a lot less like a threat, but so did most people. What she did look like was being eager to please.

Stephanie met Kikki half way but where Kikki expected a kiss, Stephanie put a hand on her chest keeping her at a distance. She ran her fingers along Kikki's petite breasts, rubbing the back of her knuckles over the nipples in an appraising gesture. One hand departed to draw a trail up above the breast to the collarbone then neck. The other hand elicited more please, tracing a line down to Kikki's nether regions.

"Trim this," Stephanie commented as she stroked her fingers through her pubic hair; "be stylistic." Stephanie waited until Kikki nodded before going farther down. Kikki rose up on her knees to give Stephanie easier access. She dipped two fingers into the tight gap causing Kikki to worry her lower lip.

"Very wet," Stephanie observed casually. She brought the fingers up to her nose, sniffed, and then licked the tip. She tilted her head in acceptance then forced the fingers between Kikki's lips.

"Lick it clean," Stephanie commanded. Kikki sucked and licked the finger until Stephanie was satisfied.

"Nathan, go get my bath oils," Stephanie said. Nathan sat unmoving. "Nathan, go get my bath oils please. They are for Kikki," Stephanie repeated with greater diplomacy. Nathan got up and retreated to the bathroom of his tiny flat. He retrieved several of the oils Stephanie had cluttered around the tub. When he got back he laid them out for the women to see before sitting cross-legged in the best position to see what was transpiring.

Stephanie retrieved a particularly thick oil she preferred for its feel and scent. She uncapped it and let several drops fall over each breast until a tantalizing drop hung from each nipple.

"Rub it in," Stephanie directed. She could quickly see how the new sensation made the very art of touching one's self heightened to a new level. Kikki was licking her lips and closed her eyes.

She let several more drops fall over Kikki's body and the lithe woman quickly spread the sensation over her toned form. When she reached between her legs, Stephanie stopped her hand and Kikki groaned in disappointment.

"You use different oils there," Stephanie informed her, lifting a new bottle before her. Kikki reached for it but Stephanie stopped her hand. "No."

Kikki looked hurt and confused, just the way Stephanie wanted it.

"Tomorrow go out and get yourself some decent bras and panties, something that says you are sexual and desirable. Throw everything else out. I'll give you some brands to choose from. Also, I'll give you the list of some of the oils I want you to use."

"But..." Kikki began, clearly in need.

"Go home. Tomorrow is a new day. We have new plans to make and if you want this to work, you will have to extend yourselves in new ways to get there."

Kikki got dressed, got the list from Stephanie and Nathan walked her to the door. They kissed and Kikki departed.

"Nathan," Stephanie said in her sexiest voice.

"I know what you are doing and I don't like it," Nathan responded evenly.

"Nathan, we won today --surely?"

"Stop being such a bitch and I'll think about it," he informed her dispassionately.

The problem was twofold; for some reason the more unattainable Nathan became the more she desired him. The other problem was that all she knew how to be was a bitch.

(One week later)

It was still morning when a homicide detective gave Stephanie a call.

"Ms. Lamborne, this is Detective Mullins. I wonder if I could have a moment of your time."

"Sure thing detective; what can I do for you?" Stephanie answered calmly while her heart raced.

"I'm looking into the death of Peter Bartowski and his family ten days ago. I have from his phone records that the two of you talked and in his schedule he had a lunch meeting with you. Can I ask you what that was about?"

"Oh God, that's horrible. His whole family you say? I'll tell you what I know if you think it will help; Peter and I parted on bad terms when I left my former company and Peter began feeling terrible about it. At lunch I decided to not accept his apology and I left after the appetizer."




On the Job Assistant Ch. 03



"It appears you paid the bill," he asked.

"Detective, the man was sitting in what used to be my office. I really didn't feel like accepting his charity," Stephanie responded stiffly.

"You don't sound like much of a fan," the detective observed.

"I think it is safer to say I hated him," Stephanie corrected.

"May I ask where you were a week ago last Sunday?"

"I was in Chicago until late then took the Red Eye. My flight landed around 4 a.m. I was home around seven Monday morning," Stephanie recited after a trained moment of hesitation. After all Nathan had made sure she was on planeload of people when Peter died.

"Can you give me the names of anyone who may have seen you?" he asked.

"My assistant can give you the names of the nine other people who were at the training conference with me from this office if that will help. We all flew back together. I suppose you can check with the airlines as well."

"That will be great," he admitted.

"I'll have my person e-mail you the names and my flight number. This is really such a tragedy. It seems so senseless; no matter how much we didn't get along, Peter was a decent human being at his core. I hope he didn't get caught up in something bad."

"We are still looking into the matter," he responded. "I'll let you know if I need anything else."

Five minutes later Detective Mullins had his information from Stephanie. Thirty minutes after that he scratched Ms. Lamborne off his list of possible suspects. She's been a long-shot anyway, nothing more than a stray contact before Peter Bartowski met his untimely demise.



On The Job... At Last!



Patti was at her desk when I arrived at the office for the last time. She was alone – the company had been liquidated and we had been retrenched. 

I was simply collecting a cheque for the closing balance of a cash trust account I had held as an employee. We had been retrenched two weeks ago and I was unemployed, as were most of my dozen or so colleagues.

Patti was dressed in her usual simple but stylish way: she wore a black pleated skirt and a cream satin blouse, black shoes and white socks. It was her posture that hinted of what would ensue over the next hour. 

Sliding her office chair away from her workstation, Patti spread her legs wide apart, leaving her skirt draped between her knees. She also wore a coquettish smile; we liked each other but were too shy to admit it – or act upon it until this point.

It only took a few minutes for Patti to print off a cheque and close my account; the entire cash fund would be closing soon. I realised this would probably be the last time we would be together; certainly alone and with such an opportunity to fulfill our hidden desires. 

"Let's go into Ed's office," I suggested, thinking fast. "We should check the whole office before we leave," I added unconvincingly. 

Ed was the boss – State Manager Victoria was his official title. But like the other 11 of us in the Melbourne Office, a small outpost of a Sydney-based finance company, Ed was also out of a job. 

"Okay Matt," Patti replied. 

Patti knew this was a pretext to get us alone but readily agreed. I just didn't know what we would do first once we were into the boss's spacious office with its bar, upholstered couch and large, leather covered desk. 

It was only mid-morning and too early to suggest a drink – even for me. I soon realised I needed another excuse for us to spend time in the office. 

I was not ready to start talking about our time at the company: the insular nature of the small office, the stress of the unit trust collapse that the company had presided over, and which killed it, the phone calls from distressed and angry investors, and finally the stress of losing our jobs. It was time for some fun and I sensed Patti felt the same way. 

It was then that a strange idea occurred to me. "I know, let's play bosses and job applicants," I said. "What on earth are you talking about," Patti replied sceptically. 

"Well, I'll sit behind Eddy's desk and interview you for your job," I said. "It'll be fun."

A smile widened across Patti's face, "OK Matt, but I need to freshen up first."

As Patti went out to the bathroom, I reflected on the three years I had worked for the company and the final 18 months when Patti had been there. She had brightened up a tough time when the unit trust meltdown occurred, and I wanted to thank her. 

We hadn't done anything together except go out for a few drinks occasionally with some of the others, but she was fun to be around, and an antidote to the office politics of the place and the viperish nature of some of her colleagues. 

While I was alone in the office, I rearranged the furniture, placing one of the two upright chairs in front of the desk with its back to the desk and to one side; Patti would find out why soon enough. I also checked the bar, deciding that it was close enough to the weak October sun being over the yard arm for a drink. 

As luck would have it, there was a half-full bottle of Tequila left in the bar cabinet – "Yes!" I thought: it was Patti's drink of choice, although she usually drank it with milk. 

I found two tumblers and poured us a finger each. It was not my drink but it would do. Apparently, Ed had taken the Scotch but someone else could have the Tequila. I then remembered to lock the office door: we didn't want any unexpected visitors. 

I then carried the glasses back to the desk and slid into Eddy's luxurious high-backed chair. Apparently, Eddy's lavish office was the envy of even the managing director, whose Sydney office was not as well-appointed, but I had not seen it or even been to the Sydney corporate headquarters. 

I went by the title "trust manager" but had not been to head office where all the expertise was based. 

Like a lot of things about the company, it was anomalous and misleading. One final preparation was to close the vertical blinds opposite the desk so we couldn't be seen from the building opposite. We were on the 12th floor, but I was still a little self-conscious about what was unfolding. 

I was thinking about my "interview" questions for Patti when she entered the room. She had undone a button and I also caught a whiff of perfume that I hadn't noticed before. 

"Sit down," I said indicating the chair. "Guess what? I found some Tequila left."

"I don't usually have it straight," Patti said. 

"I don't usually have it at all," I replied. "Why don't we just skol?"

With that, we emptied our tumblers. Patti grimaced but drank every drop and licked her lips in appreciation of the fiery Mexican liqueur. It was a bit sweet for me. 

"Sorry I can't find a mixer for it," I said. I then got the ball rolling. "So why do you want to work for this company?"

"Because the job was advertised and I want a bloody job," Patti said before bursting into laughter. The freedom to be honest in a job interview was strangely liberating and was relaxing us as much as the Tequila. I laughed too. 

Patti's job was mainly data entry, there was also some reception work and general office duties, like filing. Such entry level jobs got very scarce in the next two decades. 

"So what do you want to do," I continued. "Earn some money to have some holidays and move out of home," Patti replied coolly. I decided the interview needed to change tack.

Patti was probably looking to become independent enough to enjoy her single life and then get married, but career was probably not a priority. 

"By the way, you can smoke in this interview," I said passing an ashtray to the other side of the desk. "Thanks", said Patti, relieved. She lit up and gave me an encouraging smile. 

"Go on, I find this entertaining," she teased me. 

"Okay, so do you have any special skills," I ventured. 

"I can do some great things with my tongue," Patti replied, rolling her tongue into a groove. "And I'm not bad at the Lambada." 

That was the Latin dance craze then sweeping the world. 

We then slipped out of interview mode and chatted about what we would do next with our lives, our recent holidays and whether we had any "significant others" in our lives – a clear negative in my case. 

Patti had been to Bali in the past year and I thought there was a boyfriend, but she gave me the "he's just a friend" line. Whatever. We were alone now and I was not about to start a significant relationship when I had no idea what I was doing with my life. 

Unlike me, Patti had been offered alternative employment at another company as part of the winding-up process. As it turned out, it was only short-term – a matter of several weeks as a temp. 

Some more personal questions seemed appropriate at this point. "Did you write this and put it on my desk?" 

I produced an envelope from my back pocket and pulled out a typed letter that read: "Dear Matt, I would like to get to know you and your g-string a little better – Lift Admirer." 

Stapled to it was a magazine picture of a woman clad only in lingerie. Obviously, I was meant to know I had an anonymous admirer. 

But the writer had not come forward. I couldn't resist showing my colleague Andrew, who had burst into laughter. I don't know why anyone thought I wore a g-string though. 

It could have got both of us into trouble but happily this was a time when such innocent indiscretions from young employees of either sex were usually brushed aside. 

Nowadays a major sexual harassment case could have ensued, all the more landmark for the "harassment" coming from a female employee. 

"Well, I wrote that, Matt," Patti admitted. 

"OK Well now I know," I responded. "And I have just one more question: Are you on the pill?"

"Yes," she answered. "Now I have a question for you: Why did you draw the blinds in here? Are you a creature of the night?"

I then stood up and tried to resume the role-play of the hiring manager. 

"Patti, I want you to know that in this office I am not prepared to ask an employee to do anything that I am not prepared to do myself. So when I ask you to take off your blouse, I will take off my shirt."

Patti ashed her cigarette and stood up too, following my lead in unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a pink bra encasing small firm breasts, probably an A cup. I didn't say anything as I then took off my jeans, and shoes. 

Patti needed no encouragement to unzip her skirt and step out of it, still in her shoes and socks. She put her clothes on the coffee table behind her. 

We stood there a moment until I motioned to the other chair and asked Patti to step up on to the chair and from there to the desk, while I settled back into the boss's chair. 

I was treating myself to my own private strip show, but Patti seemed to be having as much fun as me as she strutted back and forth in her pink bra and matching knickers. She was 21 and had a firm, slim body, olive skin and titian hair – typically Mediterranean looks. 

She was a typical young secretary, popular and fun-loving. I was in my late 20s ... but still relatively inexperienced in relationships. 

After a couple of minutes of this, I stood up so my head was level with her thighs. I motioned to Patti to squat and as she did so pulled her panties down, revealing a dark-haired, slightly shaved pudendum. 

We hadn't even kissed at this point but that came now as Patti sat on the edge of the desk. 

Wrapping my arms around her we buried our tongues in each others mouths while I fiddled with her bra straps. Finally freeing her breasts, I threw her bra to the side; it hit the closed blinds, as if making clear why I had closed them. I also pulled off her shoes, knowing there would soon be some contact sport going on. 

Patti then lay down on the desk, pulled her feet up and apart on the edge of the desk and slid back slightly. 

"Go on, use your tongue," she encouraged. 

I did as I was told; it was the first time I had gone down on a woman. I buried my face between her thighs and slowly licked my way north along her labia to her clit. This was well before the days of the Brazilian wax and I tried to navigate with my tongue to avoid as much of her bush as I could. 

By now I was rock hard and slid my jocks off. I was ready to enter her in a standing position, but Patti had other ideas. 

"Not yet, I'm going down on you now; get on the desk." I climbed up on the desk and lay on my back. Kneeling next to my head, Patti started kissing my chest and licking her way southwards. 

When she reached my cock, she flicked her tongue around the head and down the shaft to my balls, which she took into her mouth. "I told you I could do good things with my tongue," she muttered, before swallowing my manhood as far as her tonsils would allow. 

Meanwhile, I had run my hand up her inside thigh and was stroking her moist labia. She then surprised me by lifting her left leg over my head, locking us into the 69 position, where my tongue now had unrestricted access to her labia and perineum. When I ejected some pre-cum I knew I would soon shoot my load so I called Patti to stop. 

She sat up, still astride me and inched her way along my torso so we were in a reverse cowgirl position. She was about to sit down on my cock, but I decided I wanted to see her face so I asked her to spin around. 

Sliding my member into her moist pussy, she leaned forward so I could cup her boobs in my hands. We lasted only about a minute in this embrace before I came, and watching Patti's face quiver, I knew we were having the much sought-after simultaneous orgasm. 

Afterwards we lay on the ample desk for about five minutes to recover our breath. Still covered in cum, we then went to gather our clothes. 

Patti was shocked when I went to wipe myself with her knickers but I had one more surprise for the day. Reaching into my jeans pocket, I pulled out a small soft package and passed it to her. 

"These are for you," I said, "consider it an early Christmas present". Patti then unwrapped a black, lacy g-string. 

"You seem to have an interest in lingerie so I thought it was appropriate," I added. 

She laughed and thanked me. I then passed over her knickers so she could clean herself before trying on her first Christmas gift for the year. After getting dressed, we were faced with the disposal of the knickers. 

I remembered that a few years earlier, it emerged that a federal government minister had had sex with his wife on his desk and she had left her knickers on the desk for some hapless public servant to find. 

I wanted to do likewise, leaving them for a liquidator to find in a desk drawer as a token of our esteem for the failed company. Sensibly, Patti scotched this plan: she thought they could easily be traced to her and had her future employment to consider.  

We found a plastic bag for them and took the Tequila bottle out to the office kitchenette where we gargled the last of it as a mouthwash. We then locked up the office, got into the lift and headed out to a nearby pub for lunch, dropping the plastic bag into a bin. 

I saw Patti only twice after that. We had coffee once and, early the next year, I called into her parents' greengrocer store where she was working. 

We decided our worlds were too far apart for a relationship and I wanted to travel to Europe again while I still had a working visa for the UK. But I will always remember with a smug grin the last day in the office.



On the Job Ch. 01



The unmarked police SUV sat parked near the corner, across the street from a bar catering to college students from the local university. Inside the vehicle, two officers observed the comings and goings of patrons. In addition, their eyes scanned the area on either side of the front door. Over the last few weekends, there'd been several civilian complaints about fights and drug activity in and around this particular establishment. In response, the department decided to discreetly post people nearby around closing time on Friday and Saturday nights.

Pulling the first shift on this post, Bear and Jasmine sat in the front seats, listening to classic rock on the radio. They'd been partners for nearly two months, and had only recently become comfortable enough with each other that Bear - a nickname bestowed due to his size, a hair over 6'3" in his bare feet, and having the first name Teddy - could drum on the steering wheel, as Jasmine quietly hummed along with the songs.

"Is this going to be our regular Friday night gig," she asked, when The Beatles' "Tomorrow Never Knows" ended.

Just 23, she'd been on the force - not only the first female, but the first African-American female - less than six months, and Bear was her second training officer. She'd come close to pressing charges against the first TO, accusing him of trying to run her off the force.

When Bear asked the chief why he - a cop with a scant five years experience - was training anyone, his superior made it clear that he was to be more babysitter than training officer. Bear got the message loud and clear, and was wise enough not to question his boss. The path to advancement is rarely smooth for those who rock the boat.

Despite this, he'd taught her everything he'd learned, ironically, from the man who may or may not have tried to make her quit. Keenly aware of the situation, their first month together had been strictly by the book, and all conversation kept on a professional level. But, Bear knew the TO was nearing retirement, and could be a bit too "old school." As they got to know each other, things loosened up, and he also taught Jasmine many of the things he'd picked up on the streets.

"For the foreseeable future," he said, answering her question.

"Woo hoo," she hooted in feigned delight, "a wild and wacky Friday night watching drunks puke in the street."

"Well, Jazz, you piss off the chief, you get stuck with the shit details," Bear said, without thinking.

Realizing what he'd said, he turned to look at her. He could see her staring at him, eyes wide. The dim light coming from the dashboard reflected off her soft features and dark caramel-colored skin. Her mid-back length ebony hair, pulled back in a ponytail, softly swung side to side as she shook her head - processing his statement.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "That was a dumb..."

"Dick," she shouted, cutting off his apology, then punching his shoulder.

"I'm really sorry," he said, as she spun away from him.

He let out a long, low whistle, and she turned back toward him.

"I'm just messing with you, Bear," she laughed, before becoming more sober. "I get it. I'm the black sheep - so to speak - and they don't want me around."

"Not everyone feels that way," he said.

"I know," Jazz acknowledged, nodding. "It's just hard to take sometimes."

"Hey, I'm here for you partner," he said, facetiously. "I'm dealing with the puke, too."

"Oh, lucky me," she retorted.

They fell silent for several minutes as "Hotel California" played.

"Do you think they'll ever accept me?" Jazz asked, finally.

"Eventually," he answered. "They're still getting used to you."

"I've been here a while now," she said. "I just get tired of the constant ball-busting."

"The secret is to give back as much as you get," Bear said. "If they think they're getting under your skin, they'll do it even more. Once they know you can break balls in return, they'll back off; the younger guys, at least."

"They just want to fuck me," she offered, not completely joking.

"Actually, most of them are pretty sure you don't even like guys," he replied, guardedly.

"As if that would stop them," she mumbled.

He nodded. Bear had already lost count of how many times he'd been asked if he'd nailed his partner yet.

"Yeah, that's true," Bear said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'm sure even the older ones, who really hate me, wanna bang me too," she said.

Another shrug.

"Probably," he allowed.

"What about you?" she asked.

"Huh?" he returned, looking at her.

"I'm sure you boys have talked in the locker room," she said.

"I've been asked about it," he admitted.

"What do you tell them?" she inquired.

"I don't tell them anything," he said. "First, that's not an appropriate question. Second, it's none of their business who either of us is sleeping with. And, third, you're my partner, not my partner."

"What does that mean?" Jazz asked.

"What?" he returned.

"My partner, not my partner," she pressed.

"It means you and I are responsible for each other's lives when we're at work," he said. "But, we're not seeing each other in a social sense, or sleeping together."

"Well, why don't we?" she asked.

"Uh..." he began, then stopped.

"Uh, uh, uh," she mocked. "Cat got your tongue, Bear?"

He only stared at her in the darkness.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, bluntly.

His mouth fell open for a moment.

"Is that 'Layla' coming on," he asked, turning up the radio as he attempted to avoid answering her question.

She punched his shoulder again, then turned to look out the window. Two figures stood near the door of a building next to the bar.

"Hey, we might have something here," she said.

Bear's attention returned to the sidewalk on the far side of the street.

"Saved by the bell," Bear whispered.

"Oh, no, you're not," she clucked.

Trying to ignore her remark, Bear eyed the subjects. He estimated the taller of the two to be about 5'10"; the shorter was about Jazz's height, 5'4". Both were white...and both female.

"They don't exactly fit the profile," he said.

"Little white girls can't sell drugs?" Jazz questioned.

"That one's not very little," he laughed.

The taller one, her brunette hair pulled back in a bun, wore neon pink spandex pants, which ended at her knees, and an oversized t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, exposing the black sports bra underneath. She looked as if she'd been out for a run, and as Bear and Jazz watched, she took a long drink from the liter water bottle she carried.

The shorter woman wore a tight halter top and a short black skirt. Loose-fitting, it fluttered slightly in the light breeze blowing down the street. Her curly, dirty blonde hair fell to her shoulders. And, as the two spoke, she steadily inched closer to the other woman.

"I've got good news and bad news," Jazz said, after observing for two minutes.

"Bad news first," Bear prodded.

"OK. They're not selling drugs," she said, confirming the opinion Bear had already formed. "But, the good news is, Blondie is hitting on Runner Girl."

"I was getting that vibe, too," Bear agreed.

"Look how she keeps moving toward her, and reaching out to touch her," Jazz said, demonstrating by placing her left hand on Bear's right forearm.

"This could get interesting," he said, his gaze still on the two women.

"Mmmm, hmmm," she purred.

The tone of her voice made him turn his head. He could see a smile on her lips as she stared across the street. His eyes drifted down to where her hand remained on his arm, before rising to look through the windshield once more. Another minute passed and then Blondie took Runner's hand and led her to the doorway. Two pair of eyes followed them as they stepped into the recessed entryway.

"Come with me, Sweetie," Jazz urged.

Thinking themselves out of sight, Blondie pushed Runner to the wall and pressed her body against the taller woman. Courtesy of the illumination coming from the lobby, Bear and Jazz watched as two silhouettes merged into one.

"Here we go," Jazz whispered, her hand involuntarily squeezing Bear's arm.

"That didn't take long," he said.

The two women kissed and groped each other, clutching at each other's clothing. Runner pulled Blondie's skirt up to her waist, exposing pale ass cheeks.

"Blondie needs to go sunbathing," Jazz declared.

The shorter woman struggled to lift Runner's shirt and bra, then pushed her face into a pair of sizable breasts. Bear cleared his suddenly very dry throat.

"You OK over there?" Jazz teased.

Before he could answer, the taller girl jerked violently, and leaned forward against Blondie. The two officers could see her body shaking.

"Fuuuuck," Bear groaned.

"Oh, God, she's cumming," Jazz said, telling Bear nothing he didn't already know.

As the two women continued their activities, Jazz turned to Bear.

"What should we do?" she asked.

"What?" he said, answering her question with one of his own.

"Should we go charge them with Public Nudity, or Lewdness, or something," she asked.

"You want to stop them?" he asked in return.

"Hell no," she said. "I just figured we could offer to let them off if they fucked us."

Bear's laughter filled the vehicle.

"Just kidding," she said, when he stopped. "Mostly."

"Bad cop," he chided.

Now it was her turn to laugh.

"With my luck they'd only want to do you," he said.

"You could watch," she offered.

Runner seemed to recover, and stood up. The two women straightened their clothing, then walked through the door, entering the lobby, and disappearing from view.

"Shit," Jazz seethed. "Show's over."

She removed her hand from Bear's arm.

"God damn it," he empathized.

As the two mused about the lost opportunity, a small light came on in a second floor room facing the street.

"No way," Bear laughed.

"Yessss," Jazz hissed.

"You gotta be fucking kidding," Bear said in disbelief.

Now topless, Runner appeared in the window - facing away and gesturing with her hands as if talking to someone. Blondie - nude as far as Bear and Jazz could tell - stepped to her and pushed. Runner fell backward, but remained in view.

The bed must be right next to the window, Bear thought.

Blondie, her C-cup breasts prominently displayed for anyone who might be looking through the window, crawled on the bed, and knelt between Runner's legs. Bear and Jazz admired her body for several seconds, before she lowered herself onto Runner. The officers watched as the two women kissed passionately, while running their hands over each other's skin.

"This post may not be so bad after all," Bear croaked.

He could feel himself growing hard, his cramped cock trapped in his pants. The situation was becoming uncomfortable quickly. Trying to alter this, he wiggled as much as possible, but had little room to move; unable even to spread his legs any wider. The torture intensified as Blondie kissed her way down Runner's body.

"Unbelievable," Jazz sighed, her gaze locked on the exhibition unfolding before them.

Bear noticed the windows of the SUV were beginning to fog up.

"Stop breathing so hard, perv," he said.

"Like I'm the only one," she protested, her voice ragged.

Glancing over at Jazz, he reached out to flip on the defroster. His partner seemingly transfixed by the Sapphic activity across the street, as his hand returned from the dashboard, he lifted his hips an inch, and adjusted the position of his aching cock.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes suddenly on him.

"Just moving a bit," he said, quickly relocating his hand.

"Awww, does little Bear need more room?" she asked with a laugh.

"What are you talking about?" he returned, trying to dismiss her question.

"I saw what you did," she said. "Pants getting tight all of a sudden?"

"Shut up, rookie," he said.

"Go ahead, whip it out," she said.

"What?" he barked, knowing he couldn't have heard her correctly.

"Let it out for some fresh air," she said.

"Are you out of your mind?" he asked.

"Come on, Bear, show me what you're packing," she demanded.

"An S&W nine mike-mike," he said. "Just like you."

"Funny," she fumed.

She didn't relent, as they saw Runner's pink pants fly into the air, then drop out of sight.

"I'm serious," she said. "I wanna see it."

"Too bad," he said.

"I'll show you mine," she offered.

"You must be crazy," he said.

Bear noticed Jazz's right hand between her legs. Even in the low light, he could tell her fingers were moving.

"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, barely managing to keep his voice from elevating to a yell.

"I'm trying to rub my pussy," she stated, in matter of fact manner. "But, it's fucking impossible with these pants, and sitting like this."

"Jesus Christ," he blurted. "Are you trying to get us both fired?"

"Nobody can see us," she said, evenly.

"That's what those two think, too," he said, pointing toward Blondie and Runner.

"Yeah, but our windows are tinted, and we don't have lights on, dope," she teased.

"Pay attention to the street," he ordered, attempting to defuse a situation that had grown dangerous on more than one level.

"Is it because I'm black?" she asked.

"Would you cut out the racist bullshit," he nearly exploded. "Have I ever treated you differently than you've seen me treat anyone else on the force?"

"Easy, Killer," she laughed. "I'm just breaking your balls."

He let out a low growl.

"I was just thinking you might be afraid I've seen a lot bigger," she teased.

"I've got nothing to be ashamed of," he retorted.

"More like, you've got nothing, I'll bet," she sneered.

"Bitch," he spat.

"Pussy," she responded.

"I need a new partner," he groused.

"You need a blowjob," she said.

"That too," he agreed, but immediately regretted it.

As they returned to observing the two women, Bear's cock - having wilted somewhat while arguing with Jazz - hardened again, causing renewed discomfort. Once more, he squirmed, trying to find a position allowing him some relief. Runner's legs were now draped over Blondie's shoulders. The taller woman writhed as the shorter pleasured her orally.

From the corner of his eye, Bear noticed that Jazz still had her left hand between her legs. A small groan escaped his throat. As she'd done earlier, Jazz placed her left hand on his arm. She dragged her nails along his skin.

"Take it out," she moaned. "It's OK. Nobody's gonna know."

He turned to look at her face. She nodded at him as she bit her lower lip.

"Jesus," he whispered.

"OK, I'll go first," she said, smiling.

As he watched, Jazz reclined her seat nearly a foot, unbuckled her equipment belt, and opened her pants. She lifted her ass and struggled to push her pants down past her knees. Her legs spread as she sat down, and both hands drifted to her crotch.

"Fuuuck," she sighed as she touched herself.

She rubbed herself for several seconds, then lifted her fingers to Bear's face. He could smell her juices. Before he could react, her hand fell into his lap, and she grabbed at his cock. His resistance melted away in an instant, and he reached down to put his seat back.

"Holy shit," she purred, as she continued groping him. "They should call you Horse, not Bear."

When he was almost perfectly horizontal, he brushed away her hand, shed his equipment, and fumbled with his pants. In the cramped quarters, it took nearly a minute to free his cock. It stood up straight - more than seven inches - the thick shaft illuminated by the faint dashboard lights.

"Oh, my God," Jazz stammered.

Tentatively, she reached out.

"Can I touch it?" she asked. "Please."

Some small part of Bear's mind knew they'd already gone too far - things had spiraled out of control - but he was unable to stop. He nodded in the darkness. Jazz didn't hesitate. As he watched, her left hand floated over the center console, and she caressed the tip of his cock. Without waiting for a reaction, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, holding him gently, judging his girth.

Bear opened his mouth to speak, though no words came out. Jazz tightened her grip and stroked up and down his length. His head fell back to the seat.

"It's so hard," she wondered.

He turned to look at her. She was staring toward the apartment, and he tried to follow her gaze, as she worked his cock - moving her hand along the smooth flesh. Blondie knelt on the bed, straddling Runner's head.

"I bet that feels fucking fantastic," Jazz hissed.

"It does," Bear told her.

She looked at him and smiled. Staring into his eyes, she increased the speed of her jerking, and he began to writhe in his seat.

"Jazzzzz," he moaned.

"Are you OK?" she mocked.

"You're gonna make me cum," he warned.

"Shit," she gasped, releasing his cock. "Don't do that."

"What?" he demanded.

"Don't cum," she said.

"Why the fuck not?" he said. "What did you think was gonna happen?"

"You'll make a mess," she teased, leaning toward him.

His balls were aching, needing relief soon.

"You're killin' me," he said, as her face approached his.

"Well, I might know a way we can avoid making a mess," she whispered, then kissed his lips.

"I'm all ears," he said, as she slid downward, at the same time twisting her body to kneel on the passenger's seat.

A moment later, she took the head of his cock into her warm mouth. Involuntarily, his hips lifted from the seat. She placed her left palm on his stomach, pushing downward gently, as she took him deeper.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Mmmm, hmmm," she murmured.

Bear placed his right hand on the back of her head. It rose and fell along with her for a few seconds before traveling along her spine - though her Kevlar vest prevented her from feeling it - until reaching her ass. He squeezed her left cheek, clawing at her flesh with his fingers.

"Don't hold back, Bear," she said, her mouth abandoning him for a moment. "I want it."

As she enveloped him once more, the head of his cock slipped into the back of her throat. She held him there for several seconds and his body quivered. His fingers found her slick lips, and her body jumped as he rubbed her clit.

Bear could feel the tightness growing in his balls. He fought against the overwhelming need to cum as he manipulated her button. Jazz moaned, and began to shake. It pushed him over the edge. Unable to hold back any longer, he barely managed a terse notice before his hips bucked, and he fired a stream of hot cum down her throat.

She kept her mouth on him, even as her own orgasm washed over her; her lips locked around the base of his shaft as she convulsed. Her right hand massaged his balls, and Bear groaned loudly as she milked him for every drop he could give her.

"Jesus, Jazz," he rasped. "Don't stop."

She began moving her mouth up and down along his shaft, sucking hard. His left hand flew to her head, and he forced himself into her throat again. She didn't resist, letting him remain there as his body shuddered.

Jazz put her hand on his chest, then raking her fingers over his shirt, as his muscles relaxed, and his hips slowly returned to the seat. Breathing hard, Bear continued rubbing her clit, and gently brushing her wet lips. Releasing his cock, she leaned against him.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"Making you cum again," he said, seriously.

Her body trembled as she encircled the base of his shaft with her right thumb and forefinger. Squeezing roughly, her hand traveled upward steadily, and she took the head of his cock in her mouth once more, letting her tongue dance over the tip, cleaning off the last drops of cum which dribbled out.

"Yes! Get it all," he begged.

Still moist with her juices, Bear's fingers easily slipped inside her. Only a minute later, her pussy constricted, and her body shook. She contorted atop him, and struggled, trying not to scream as another orgasm rocked her like an earthquake.




On the Job Ch. 01



He didn't cease his carnal assault. Keeping his fingers inside her, he wiggled them against the warm, velvety walls of her pussy.

"Please..." she tried to say.

"What?" he asked, mocking her. "Please, make you cum again?"

Jazz tried to shake her head, but the pleasure coursing through her body made it impossible, and she let it drop to his chest for a moment.

"I can't," she protested, barely able to form the words.

"Oh, I think you can," he said, ignoring her statement.

She began to squirm, attempting to escape him. This only caused more stimulation between her legs. Bear's left hand found her throat, and he choked her...just hard enough to let her know he was in charge. Her mouth fell open, and she gasped as she stared into his eyes.

"You started this," he growled. "Now you'll cum as many times as I want. Do you understand me, Jasmine?"

She nodded a fraction of an inch as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Her body reacted, bouncing each time his fingers rammed into her cunt, trembling under his touch.

"That's right," he whispered. "Cum for me."

Tightening his grip, he further limited her breath as her body bucked against his.

"Bear..." she begged.

Clutching at his wrist with both hands, she tried to wrest it from her neck. He shook his head at her, but she persisted. The orgasm ripped through her, and her hands rose to cover her mouth, which hung open in a silent scream.

As her body relaxed, he loosened his grip. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with air, before slumping against him. His fingers departed her wetness, and a small murmur escaped her throat.

"Are you OK, Jazz?" he asked, quietly.

She nodded, answering without words. Bear felt her head move on his chest. They listened to the radio, his right arm wrapped partially around her waist, while she recovered. Nearly 10 minutes passed before either spoke.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll tear your balls off," she said, lifting herself off him, and began to re-dress.

"Do you think I want to get fired?" he asked, closing his pants.

"I wasn't talking about that," she insisted. "It's more about the shit I'd hear from everyone."

"Why, 'cause you blew a white guy?" he asked, laughing.

"Oh, the scandal," she gasped.

"Like I said before, it's nobody's business," he assured her.

Again, they fell silent, listening while "American Pie" played.

"So," he said, when the song ended. "Was this a one time thing?"

"I hope not," she answered. "I mean, we could do more, if you want."

"I do," he said, "but not in the truck."

"We could go someplace at lunch," she suggested.

"Someplace with a lot more room," he agreed.

The glacial passage of time until their dinner break was torture. Although neither mentioned it, their libidos were running wild - as if their earlier exertions had done nothing to douse the flames of lust ignited by watching the women across the street. Rather, it seemed they'd set free the dragon - a beast who threatened to burn them; consuming everything before it - and they were eager to feed it.

Within a few minutes, either Runner or Blondie turned out the lights in the apartment, and the show ended. Not long after, the bar closed without incident. Bear and Jazz observed no drug deals or fights. At 3:00am, their dispatcher radioed to release them from their post and allow a meal break.

"Where to?" he asked, his eyes remaining on the road.

"Your place is closer, right?" she returned, immediately.

Bear drove to his building. They did not speak as they entered, and made their way to his apartment. Thankfully, they didn't encounter any of his neighbors. Though most knew him to be a police officer, Bear didn't feel like explaining their presence at this hour.

Swinging open the door, he allowed Jazz to step inside. Without switching on the lights, he locked it, and turned to face her. She'd already unbuckled her equipment belt, and she wandered into the kitchen. He watched her ass swing side to side as she sauntered into the moonlight coming through the window.

Jazz wasn't bone thin - the way too many women thought they had to be in order to be considered beautiful. Lithe - that's what Bear considered her. She was a runner - had been all her life - captain of the track team in high school, and recipient of a college scholarship which covered a significant portion of her tuition. She was fast. Even more than that, she possessed a quickness he'd never seen, like she had a three step lead before anyone else even thought about running. Jazz moved effortlessly - gracefully - and Bear couldn't decide if she were more like a cheetah or a gazelle.

"The bedroom is this way," he told her, motioning with his thumb.

"We don't have a lot of time," she said, over her shoulder.

Bear moved up behind her, she put her belt on the table, and began opening her pants. He pressed himself to her back and slid his right hand along the front of her cotton panties. Her body involuntarily tried to double over as his fingers brushed her clit and she began to grind her ass against his cock.

"Feels like someone's ready to go again," she murmured.

Bear's left hand drifted to her head. Removing the black scrunchie from her ponytail, he tossed it on the table. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled hard, and she gasped as her head fell back. He could smell the light perfume she wore, and turned his head to kiss the side of her neck. She moaned as he alternated between rubbing her clit, and letting his fingers travel up and down her lips through the fabric of her underwear.

"Mmmm," she purred, as her body shook.

Jazz twisted, trying to find an angle that would allow her to reach his cock, but each time she moved, he pulled her hair all the harder. As his fingers continued their assault, she placed her palms on the table to steady herself. Her legs were already quivering when he tugged her panties aside and shoved to a finger into her wetness.

"More," she cried out.

A second finger joined the first, and she went over the edge.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she mumbled.

"Yes, cum for me, Jazz," he demanded, his fingers pistoning in and out of her.

"Bear..." she began, but her words dissolved as her body convulsed against his.

His hand left her hair, and once more he held her tightly, supporting her as her legs threatened to buckle.

"Fuck me, Bear," she pleaded, trying to look back at him.

She was still shaking when he put his left hand in the middle of her back and pushed her forward until her chest contacted the table. Her uniform slacks had slipped down her legs, and he retreated a step. As he fumbled with his belt, he admired her ass - now covered only by the black, bikini cut panties. She stood and quickly pushed her underwear to her ankles, then resumed her previous position.

His pants open, he guided his cock toward her. The tip pressed against her lips, and she sighed loudly. The head entered her, and their cries merged as he slowly sank into her wet pussy. Jazz clawed at the wooden tabletop as he carefully worked his length into her, quickly becoming lubricated by her juices.

"Give it to me!" she demanded.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her warm flesh, and pulled back two inches. He paused a moment, staring down at her ass, then thrust forward, plunging himself into her.

"That's it," she encouraged, looking back at him over her shoulder.

He repeated the action...then again...and again. She let out a loud grunt each time his balls slapped against her clit.

"Jazz..." he tried to speak.

"Does it feel good, baby?" she managed to ask between heaving breaths.

He nodded.

"You like it?" she continued.

She received the same response.

"That dick feels so big inside me," she told him.

"It's nice and tight," he allowed, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.

"Yesss, stretch my little pussy," she pleaded.

For a few moments, Bear watched her ass bounce each time his hips slammed into her cheeks. He could feel the familiar ache growing in his balls and knew he couldn't last much longer. As this realization burned through the ecstasy fogging his brain, Jazz's cunt clenched around him.

"Oh, God," she cried out. "I'm cumming."

"Me, too," he tried to say, not knowing if he'd actually formed intelligible words.

"Not in me, Bear," she cried out, shaking violently.

"Where?" he groaned, struggling to hold off while she answered.

Jazz pushed back against him, knocking him away from the table. She rotated her body and knelt, her eager mouth finding the head of his cock. Her fingers caressed his shaft and balls as he erupted violently.

"Fuuuuck," he growled, as his fingers once more intertwined with her hair.

His hips bucked as he again came in her mouth. She moaned loudly, and stroked him hard, swallowing each stream of jism he gave her. Careful not to crush her, he slumped forward and placed his hands on the table, supporting himself as he weakened.

"Are you OK?" she whispered, letting him slip from her mouth.

"Yes," he croaked. "I think."

She giggled, but continued stroking his cock; slower now, working the wilting shaft. Using her thumb, she massaged the sticky foreskin, and his entire body shuddered.

"Hmmm, you like that, eh?" she asked, needlessly.

He nodded in the dim light. She pressed her thumb against him again, and he reached down to stop her.

"Quit it," he ordered, with a laugh.

She wrestled with him, attempting to touch his cock, but he grabbed her wrists, holding them away. Jazz leaned in and licked his cock.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered.

He backed away, turned, and all but collapsed into a chair. Extending her arm, she retrieved her scrunchie from the table. Gathering her hair, she secured it once more, then leaned against his legs, laying her head on his lap. They stayed there, letting their heart rates return to normal.

"Sorry," she said, quietly.

"About what?" he asked.

"When you came," she said. "I should've told you earlier."

"I should've worn a condom," he admitted.

"I'm on the pill," she revealed. "But, I didn't want to take a chance."

"I'm not complaining, Jazz," he assured her.

"I would've let you cum on me, but I didn't want to get it on my uniform," she continued.

"Good thinking," he said, smiling in the dark.

"By the way, are we late?" she asked.

He squinted at the clock above the door.

"We've got about two minutes to call in," he said.

Her head popped up.

"Are you kidding?" she asked, alarmed.

"No," he answered, flatly.

Bracing herself by holding his knees, Jazz got to her feet slowly. She tested her legs, making sure they'd support her, then bent down to pull up her underwear and pants.

"Mind if I use your bathroom?" she asked.

He motioned toward the hallway.

"Turn left. First door on the left," he said. "I'll call us back on duty."

As she disappeared around the doorframe, Bear stood. When she finished in the bathroom, he went in, having needed to urinate for the better part of an hour. He took a few minutes to clean himself, and they departed.

"Are you OK?" he asked when they closed the doors on the SUV.

"Absolutely," she said. "You?"

He hesitated for a moment.

"Yes," he said.

"Not sure?" she questioned.

"I'm sure about being OK," he said. "But, doing this on duty isn't very smart."

"Well, this is a fine time to bring it up," she said.

"I told you before; when you wanted me to whip out my cock," he protested.

"I know," she laughed. "I'm just teasing you. Jeez."

"You shouldn't be a cop," he groused. "You should be a stand-up comedian."

She punched his shoulder as he drove.

"So, we did lunch break at your place; how 'bout breakfast at mine?" she suggested.



On the Job Site



I walk through the door and there's a real mess here, but not really different than the last five places I've been to today. Looks like the hole in the roof with the rain really made a mess. The branches from the tree in the living room probably should be there. As I go through the house I find my mind wandering back to earlier in the day. The morning meeting and sitting at the meeting table. I could help but stare out of the corner of my eye. She's gorgeous, I've always thought that, her legs, the way she walks and sways her hips, her breasts, her neck, her mouth. Oh how I would love to kiss that mouth... My attention snaps back as the homeowner comes into the room. They are concerned that their insurance won't cover things. I tell them that I will put together the estimate and submit it today so that we can get an answer and proceed with getting things done as quickly as possible.

I continue my checks and looking things over as they leave me to my job. I walk up the stairs to the next level to see if I can visualize the roof, see a top down view of the damage. As I walk down the hall I spot her, SHE'S HERE! Why is she here? I continue down, following that body, staring, and feeling the heat build in my body. She disappears into a room, I follow. She's standing right there, she's turned around and is closing the door behind me as I walk in. She grabs me from behind, and puts her hands on my chest, wrapping herself around me. I can't believe this, it's what I've wanted for a long time, but I can't believe she's here. I stutter and ask what's going on, she murmurs that she saw me staring this morning, I gasp.... I turn around, I feel her heat, the softness of her body, the hardness in my pants pressing against my zipper wanting release, not wearing any underwear I'm pressing directly against it. I wrap my fingers around her face as I lean in to kiss her, not questioning her motives, just grateful that she's had the same thoughts as me. She moves her hands over my body as I invade her mouth with small tentative touches of my tongue, enjoying the taste of her as she unbuttoned my pants and gasps as she realizes that I'm not wearing anything under them.... she pulls herself away and down and kneels in front of my and takes me into her mouth, it's my turn to gasp and I nearly collapse as my legs threaten to give out...

Seeing my head disappear into your mouth, the intensity of the feel pulls through me, into my backside, my lower back, down my legs and I struggle to stay standing. I grab the wall and put my clipboard down on a nearby table. All my thoughts are now centered on what you are doing. Your tongue moves slowly, the heat and the wetness of your mouth and you slowly move me deeper into your mouth. I find my fingers stroking your hair line, moving your hair out of your face so that I can see your eyes, as you look as me it raises my desire for you, I feel myself get harder. Pressing against the tightness of your mouth, I feel the back of your throat as you stop. Your fingers caress me, gently moving under your chin, I don't see what your doing, but I feel you touching me under your mouth, it feels electric, a shooting feeling of pleasure, I want more, I want to start rocking my hips to move in and out of your mouth but I stop myself, not wishing to break the spell of you.

You start to pull back, your fingers following, you stop as your lips touch the tip of me. You never lose contact and deep in your eyes I see desire, the hunger for more. Your mouth opens, and you pull me back in, I feel and hear the sounds of you sucking me back in. The feeling of you moving slowly is torturous. The feeling of the back of your throat returns, but you don't stop, I feel you keep moving down on me. You lips continue to take me in, I feel your tongue moving from side to side on me, underneath me. I see your lips touching my skin, you have me completely in your mouth, your eyes locked with mine, I feel tension start to build inside me, how can this be? Never before have I felt this with anyone.

My fingers move to intertwine in your hair and I hold if back from your face, I start to move my hips back. Slowly pulling myself to the brink of pulling out of you, then I stop and starting pushing back. I look into your eyes and they say yes! I rock my hips forward slowly, the intensity of the pleasurable feeling as I move is intense, moving to quickly would spoil the moment and the pleasure. I move in and out, every third time I slow as I move into you and push slowly until I am completed in, then I slowly pull out. I move quicker as the tension deep down builds, The intensity of the pleasure become all I can think about. I move in and out, I feel myself grow harder again, I feel like I'm filling up from the inside. I squeeze from the inside, I don't want his to stop, the pleasure intensifies and I move closer and closer to my release. I slow, moving from my tip, and my full length each slow stroke. The intensity of my pleasure and feeling builds as I slow down. I move inside of your painful slowly, and I feel myself touch the back of your throat I feel myself spasm, Moving deeping to the limits of my length I shutter. I spasm again and feel myself release deep in your throat. I think back now and I am amazed how you are able to hold me in place as I continue to release, feels like it never ends, I feel stars in my closed eyes, I know that I close to passing out. I hold the wall to steady myself and you start to pull back. Slowly as the pleasure peaks! Just before you release me you move back, taking me completely once again, then you slowly pull back. Stopping as you lips come together but you are still in contact with me. You tongue licks me, your lips open and you cover just my head as you pull back on me.

You close my pants, my zipper, and straighten my shirt for me. Then you use me, climb me to get up. Hugging close, never losing contact with me. Your hands move up and pull me head down, and you kiss me. You pull me down again and whisper thank you in my ear. I am open mouthed shocked at what has just happened, my deepest wet dream has just happened. You whisper "Come to me tonight", as you turn, open the door and walk out of the room. I stand reeling with what has just happened. I will come see you tonight! My dreams have sparked new thoughts, more desires for you! I have always wanted to be with you, to spend time with you, to be with you always! I have thought of no other but you for a long time!

This will definitely be a dream come true for me. Today and so much more!!!



On the Job Training



Everybody's got a first time story. Being a 33 year old divorced guy, I thought all my firsts were long gone. You know, my first blowjob, my first fuck, my first older woman, my first three-way; I'd had some good times but I figured the rest of my sex life would be pretty run of the mill. On the downhill slide you could say.

That is until I decided to become a porn star. Well, not exactly a porn star. I just needed to make a little money and I thought fucking on camera would be a stellar way to make some cash. I'm decent looking, I work out regularly, I'm not exactly porn-big, but I've got a solid seven inches that can keep the ladies satisfied, and I do have a pretty damn perverted mind. Based on that resume, I figured I was a shoe-in to land a few amateur films or be an extra in a gangbang scene. All I needed was somebody to give me a chance.

I'd been unemployed for eight months and I was running low on funds and even lower on opportunities. I'd sold my motorcycle, had my cable turned off and was eating mac and cheese nightly. Luckily, I had an old girlfriend that had done some nude modeling, purely softcore stuff, but I knew her agent had fielded several offers from some studio executives looking to see if she had any interest in making some hardcore porn. 

Her agent was a pretty sleazy dude, and even worse, I owed him $500 bucks on a bet he had booked for me several months ago. With some serious trepidation, I dialed his cell number.

"Hey, Bruno, it's Jack, Jack Offman, how you doing?"

"You son of a bitch. You damn well better be calling to tell me my $500 is in the mail," he snarled.

"Umm, well no, not exactly. I'm still out of work and still broke. I'm getting desperate man."

"Why the fuck are you calling me with your sob stories?" Bruno barked.

"You remember when I was dating Shelly?" I started.

"Oh, yea. That little hottie was way out of your league. Never understood what she saw in you. I could have made her a big star if she'd been willing to get nasty on screen."

"Yea, Bruno, that's what I'm calling about, I remembered you had some connections in the porn industry, and well, I was wondering if you could hook me up?"

"Hook you up? What the fuck are you talking about? You want me to score you a little porn pussy? I ain't no fucking pimp," he hollered.

"No, no, man. I just want to make a couple of films. I want to be an actor, you know, fuck chicks on film for money. I swear man, the first $500 is yours," I begged.

Chuckling, Bruno responded, "What the fuck makes you think you can be a porn star?"

"I'm not looking to be a star. I'm a pretty clean cut, all-American guy. I just wanna make a few videos, pocket some coin, and get my life turned around. All I'm asking is you hook me up with one of your contacts and let me take it from there."

I could tell Bruno was pondering my offer, and I also knew he wanted his $500 bad.

"Alright jackass, I'll make a few calls. I've got a studio in mind that would be just perfect for you," Bruno replied, a slight hint of mischief in his voice. "It's not a big studio, probably not one you would have heard of, but no fucking way you're gonna start out on top. Matter of fact, I think your gonna start on the very fucking bottom," he guffawed.

"That's perfect, Bruno. Thanks, man, I owe you one."

"No turd face, you owe me $500 big ones. If they agree to see you, I'll call you right back."

Bruno came through and got me an appointment to meet a guy from FudgePacker Films. I'd never heard of the studio, but I was definitely looking forward to pounding some tight bunghole. I had screwed a couple of ex-girlfriends in the butt. I never understood how those cuties could handle my cock getting shoved up their tight backdoors, but I sure as hell had enjoyed it. They couldn't walk right for a week afterwards and I never got a chance for a second round with any of them. But these FudgePacker girls would be pros.

The studio turned out to be a room over a garage in a kinda shady part of town. Not what I'd expected, but I guess these guys have to keep the overhead down. I figured the less they spent on rent, the more they could afford to pay the actors.

Eric was a no nonsense guy. "I'm the director and head photographer," he introduced himself. "I like your look. Fill out these forms, we'll take some pics to see how photogenic you are and then I'll send you over to the clinic for a health screening. If everything works out, I've got a project shooting next week that I can use you in."

Damn, this guy didn't mess around. I had a thousand questions floating around in my head, but the only one I was able to spit out was, "How much does it pay?"

"You'll make the standard rate to start; $1,000 a scene. You in?" he asked.

"Absolutely," I replied, already doing the math in my head. I could fuck two chicks a day, five days a week and be literally swimming in cash.

"Good. Strip down while I set up some lights and I'll snap some shots."

He took several photos, complementing me on my abs and my firm ass. "I especially like your toned, smooth chest," he commented.

My idea of a male porn star was Ron Jeremy, the short, fat, hairy "Hedgehog" of porn fame. But if this guy thought my gym toned body was OK, who was I to question him. He never mentioned my dick, but I just assumed that meant he thought I was adequate in that department too.

Later in the week I received a voicemail from Eric, giving me an address, a date, and a time. He signed off the message with, "Be on time and be ready to fuck."

I hit the gym extra hard that night and blew a huge load on the shower room floor dreaming about the hot little piece of ass I was actually going to get paid to fuck. Things were definitely looking up for me.

I showed up at the appointed time and met Eric at the front door of a little bungalow up in the hills. 

"Hi, Jack, glad you made it. You'll be working with Toni Granite today. Do you know Toni?" Eric asked.

"Nope, never met her," I responded.

"Very funny," Eric chuckled. "Well I'm sure you'll do just fine. Toni is a real pro and will take charge of the sex scene. You just follow Toni's lead and have some fun."

Eric showed me to the bathroom where a cute little babe was ready to do my prep. "This is Jessie," Eric introduced. "She will get you ready and fill you in on the scene."

"Do I have any lines I need to memorize?" I asked, a proto-typical neophyte. 

"We'll mark up some cards, but generally just go with the flow and feel free to adlib. Toni will cue the action by ordering you to your knees. From there, you give a little oral then up onto the kitchen table on your back and Toni will fuck you. Got it?"

"Got it," I responded. Sweet, I thought, I eat a little pussy and then turn it over to Toni to mount me and fuck my brains out. Based on the stirring in my jeans, I didn't have to worry about getting a boner, I was already half way there.

"Out of those clothes, cowboy," Jessie ordered, as she patted the seat in front of the mirror, "and jump up here so I can fix you up."

I was slightly embarrassed to strip down in from of Jessie. She was cute in a very goth sort of way; probably 5'5" tall, with deathly white skin, coal-black hair, sexy, full red lips and a tight little body stuffed into a black leotard and a pair of ripped levis. Her nose was pierced with a big silver ring and a barbed wire tattoo circled her bicep. I only hoped the talent I would be fucking was half as hot as Jessie.

I stripped down and Jessie gave me a whistle, "Damn, stud you are looking good. I can see you are already getting excited about your scene," she giggled, staring at my rapidly growing erection.

I grabbed a robe off the wall, trying without success to hide my misbehaving boner.

"That robe is perfect," Jessie replied, "just what this scene calls for. Throw on this gold wedding band and you are in costume."

"Tell me more," I implored as I sat down in the makeup chair, slipping the ring on.

"You are at home. You're wife is at work. The kitchen sink gets clogged and you have to call a plumber. While waiting for the plumber, you are surfing porn on the computer and you pop a boner. I can see you are a method actor," she giggled, as she pinched my hard dick through the thin material of the robe.

"Sorry," I managed, truly embarrassed at my too eager cock.

"Nothing to be sorry about, cutie," she continued. "Anyway, the doorbell will ring and it will be Toni the plumber, come to fix your clogged pipe. As it is doing now, the robe will poorly conceal your sexual excitement, Toni will notice and from there, the sex will get steamy, wet, and furious. A bunch of corny dialogue, some hot oral sex, a good ass pounding, and finally, jizz everywhere; I think that will about do it."

Wow, Jessie was so nonchalant about the whole thing. Before I could ask any more questions, Eric screamed from the kitchen, "On the set, Jack, let's make a movie."

"Good luck," Jessie hollered as I headed to the set. "And take this, you'll need it," she laughed as she tossed me a big bottle of lube. 

"Let's get a shot of Jack at the computer terminal, jerking off as he surfs some porn to open the scene," Eric directed.

I sat at a blank computer and played around with the mouse in one hand as I slowly stroked my still hard cock in the other.

"Great, great," Eric shouted. "Now, when Toni rings the doorbell, you quickly stand up, wrap your robe around you and answer the door. We are going to play this as a straight scene, you being married and all. So I want you to stay in character, Jack, the big, strapping heterosexual. OK?"

"Uh, yea," I answered not really sure what all that movie-making lingo meant. Eric didn't have to tell me I was a heterosexual; hell I was going to fuck a hot porn star, for money. Maybe it was just his strange way of giving a pep talk.

"Action. Doorbell," Eric instructed. 

I opened the door, excited to see the talent I would soon be butt-fucking mercilessly. 

"You called for a plumber?" a deep, very male, very manly voice asked as a very not-female guy stood framed in the door, his plumber's uniform stretched across his massive frame, his tool belt slung from his waist.

I froze. What the fuck was going on? Where was Toni, the cute little porn starlet I was expecting to screw? Who was this Neanderthal and why was he in my scene?

"What are you waiting for, Jack? Read the fucking cue card," Eric demanded from behind camera.

I was in shock, but I turned to the card and read in a horrible deadpan, "I'm having some problems with a backed up pipe."

"I can see that," the plumber responded, his eyes darting down to the tent protruding from between my legs. "I'm sure I can help you with your pipe but first can you show me the kitchen sink."

"Show Toni into the kitchen," Eric directed from off camera as my brain struggled to grasp the situation.

It hit me, Toni wasn't a Toni but a Tony. The name was embroidered onto the front of his plumber's uniform, "Anthony". That fucking Bruno, he set me up. I wasn't going to be screwing any hot little tuna. This was a gay film and Tony Granite was the only goddamned porn star I was going be getting any action off today.

"Move it, Jack," Eric shouted, "I like the apprehension in your face, but you've got to pick up the pace. We ain't got all day."

What was I gonna do? I needed the cash bad and now that Bruno knew my cell number, I could expect to be getting some serious pressure to pay back that debt. I quickly rationalized; sex is sex right? This is a low rent, low budget gay fuck-flick. Nobody was going to see it. Certainly nobody I knew would see it. I'd have to fake my way through this and make the best of it.

I showed Tony into the kitchen. As we passed the computer screen, he turned to me with a big smile on his face, "That's some hot fucking shit dude. I can see why your pipe is acting up," he snorted as he squeezed the bulge growing in his chinos. "Your wife approve of your web surfing?"

"What she doesn't know, won't hurt her. The sink is over here," I read from a prepared cue card. "Do you think you can fix it?" The dialogue was scintillating, exactly what I would expect from a b grade porn flick.

This Tony dude was a piece of work. I'm not small, 6', 180, but he had me by a couple of inches and at least 30 pounds. He was a big Italian stallion, dark and hairy with a permanent 5 o'clock shadow, long curly hair and a pair of serious, slightly psychopathic eyes. He was the kind of guy girls went nuts over; big, misunderstood, and a tornado in the sack.

He knelt down, opened the cabinet and stuck his head under the sink. He grabbed a wrench off his tool belt and clanged around on the pipes for a few seconds. Emerging from the cabinet, he looked up at me and with a straight face answered, "All this pipe needs is a little Drano. But I think your pipe," nodding toward my crotch, "will require a complete roto-rootering. I forgot to bring my plumber's helper so I need you to be my helper today, Mr. Smith," Tony snarled as he reached out and thumped my cock through the thin material of my robe.

"I'm not gay," I read, feeling a line had never been delivered in a more heartfelt manner in the history of acting. "I'm married."

"Good for you," Tony replied as he stood up and poured some liquid down the stopped up drain. "That problem's fixed, now back to your other problem. I'm not gay either, but I'm horned up and I need some action. The way I see it a mouth is a mouth and an asshole is an asshole."

Picking up a picture of a petite little blonde off the counter top, he continued, "I wish your hot little wife was here to pay the plumber, but I guess I'll have to make due with her faggot husband."

Oh great, not only was I in a gay film, I was gonna be the bottom. Eric had said that Tony was gonna fuck me I just didn't know that Tony would be sporting a big boner and that my ass would be his target.

"Cat got your tongue, Mr. Smith?" Tony growled as he massaged his package through his pants. "I can see by the big top you're sporting in that robe that you like the idea of being my little bitch."

I looked down and was shocked to see he was right. My dick was still rock hard and the robe barely concealed my boner, a wet spot witness to the precum that was leaking from my disobedient tool.

"Why don't you get over here and get on your knees, faggot," Tony ordered. "My tool needs some preparation before it's ready to plumb your virgin hole."

Unsure of what I was getting into and shocked to see how my dick was responding to this unbelievable turn of events, I did as he ordered, dropping to my knees, my face a mere few inches from his crotch. A $1,000 was a $1,000 and I was out of options financially. I had sent out hundreds of resumes and the best my software engineering background was gonna get me in this pathetic job market was a job running a cash register at a fast food joint.

Tony unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, a massive slab of uncut sausage, thick and dark, his curly black pubes neatly trimmed. With a grunt, he yanked out his large nuts, cleanly shaven, his balls dangling several inches in his sweaty, wrinkled sack. Without warning, he slapped my face several times with his flaccid cock before smothering my nose in the musky scent of his nutsack.

"Suck my cock bitch," Tony commanded. "Suck it like the little cockloving whore that you are."

I hesitated, hoping that something would happen...a fire, an earthquake, maybe the end of the world...to make this stop. When Eric piped up, "What are you waiting for, Jack?" I knew it was now or never.

I closed my eyes, held my breath, and stuck out my tongue, licking the head of my plumber's wicked tool.

"That's a good little queer," Tony moaned as I felt the head of his cock twitch under the pressure of my wet tongue. "Open wide and take that big cock into your mouth."

I hesitated again and this time Tony took control, slapping my face hard with his cock. When I opened my mouth to protest, he grabbed my head in his strong hands and forced his prick into my open pie hole.

"Work that tongue around my cock you little whore," Tony groaned, his soft cock stuffed into my unwilling mouth. "Suck that cock like your fucking wife would if she were here."

I felt his cock start to stiffen in my mouth as I worked my tongue under his shaft, feeling the big vein pulse with excitement.

"Oh, yea, suck it like you mean it," Tony encouraged.

I licked up and down, using my hand to jerk his spit covered dick.

"No hands, faggot," Tony ordered. "Just use your mouth."

I took him back into my mouth, but as he grew more erect, I freaked out; no way this guy's big cock was going to fit down my tight throat. He grabbed my head and thrust deeply. As I started to gag, I reached up and grasp his dick in my hands, trying to prevent him from forcing more down my throat.

He slapped me hard with his hand, "I said no hands, faggot. Why don't you stand up and strip naked."

I stood up and removed the robe, my hard dick springing up, straight out from my body.

"Jerk that dick, Mr. Smith. You can use your hands on your own dick, but not on mine. Got it homo?" Tony ordered.

I reached down and wrapped my wedding ring bearing hand around my cock, feeling a pulse of electricity shoot through my horned up body. I jacked it slowly, using the precum to lube my rod.

"You've got a nice bod, Mr. Smith," Tony said. "Why don't you turn around and bend over. Show me that pink virgin hole I'm gonna be deflowering."

I bent over, spreading my ass cheeks to give Tony a wide-open view of my backdoor. 

"Oh yea buddy," Tony moaned, "I'm gonna rip that tight little hole to shreds. You're actually lucky your wife ain't home today, cause I'd have ruined her forever for your little pecker."

As I turned back around I was taken aback by the gigantic appendage now protruding from Tony's pelvis. His cock was still not completely hard, but it was menacing; this guy was a real porn star.

"Get back over here and get down on your knees, cuntface," Tony commanded. "Make my dick as hard as yours is."

I did my best to take his cock back into my mouth, feeling the warm, pulsing bone grow even harder as it inched down my throat. Tony thrust forward, the head of his cock driving back against my exposed throat. I reached up, grabbing his hips to stop him from completely impaling my face on his menacing weapon.

"I said no hands bitch," Tony barked, as he reached to his tool belt and whipped off a roll of duct tape. "Put your hands together behind your neck," he ordered.

As I hesitated, Eric piped in, "Follow Tony's lead, we are getting some hot footage."

As I put my hands behind my head, Tony tore off a long piece of tape and wrapped it around my wrists and then wrapped it around my neck, effectively locking my hands in place behind my head. I was naked, on my knees in front of this gay stud, effectively immobilized, and completely at his mercy.

"That's better, bitch," Tony laughed. "Now beg me to fuck your face, you little cunt."

"Please fuck my face," I deadpanned as the director motioned for me to follow Tony's lead.

"Yea, bitch, you want me to stuff this big cock down your eager little throat, don't you faggot?" Tony asked.

"Yes sir," I replied, as Tony stepped back, stripped off his uniform, and put back on his rugged work boots, a gold chain around his neck, a pierced nipple, a pair of white gym sock and his boots his only articles of clothing. He was buff, his abs a rock hard six pack and his thighs the size of a Tour de France bicyclist. His body was covered in a pelt of black fur and his cock stood fully erect, a fucking sky scraper rising from the flat plain of his ripped stomach.

"Open wide," Tony ordered as he worked his prick back into my gaping mouth. With my hands locked behind my head, my elbows stuck out like two big handles; Tony grabbed these handles and pulled them forward as he stuffed inch after inch down my throat. 




On-The-Job Training



One Saturday morning I went to work as usual, I was working for a local moving and storage company. I lived in the middle to lower class section of town. I had finished High School about ten years ago and was going to night school. The jobs that we moved seemed to me always to be high-class areas and there weren't to many black men in that area. Well we got our work order for the day a 5-man job, wow this really must be a hum dingier of a job! 

So I rounded up the crew first there was Ray he was the body builder type always trying to show off in front of the women. Then there was Jake a middle aged African American man that would screw a snake if it would hold still! Jerome was the quiet type he had been seeing a woman that worked for the moving company and they had been engaged for quite some time! And the other guy was from Africa and was working on his citizenship we could hardly understand him have the time! His name was Jubalo we just called him Jube for short! 

We arrive on the job at 9:00 am and we were a little early, and Ray said "man Big D that's what they called me these people are going to be pissed at us for being here so early" we weren't suppose to be there until 10:30. I looked at the name on my work order and it said Cynthia Hartley! And I said " I guess we will just have to wake Ms. Hartley up" I laughed, as I rang the door bell some maid answered the door and she said that Ms. Hartley was still in bed but we could go ahead and get started with the job! 

So we started working and a few hours passed and we took a break and I went in to use the bathroom and the maid had informed me that the one downstairs was out of order! And she said I could use the upstairs facilities. So I went up stairs and as I was walking in the bathroom there was a door that was adjacent to the Master Bedroom, and to my surprise I took my first look at Ms. Hartley and wow was she hot she was standing at the window watching the men on the first floor, I thought for a minute that she was crying, but I listened closer and I disguised a sigh and she wasn't crying at all she was moaning in ecstasy! 

Her short blonde hair was above her ears, she was a little on the heavy side about 180 bs. And she had firm tits and I couldn't help myself I found I was intrigued with her little session. she had a long red see through house coat on and it was trimmed in fuzzy black fur! She was wearing a black garter belt with black hose and what looked like to be 6-inch spike heels and she was giving her pussy a serious work out! 

And as I finished using the John I turn around and was watching with great enjoyment when all of a sudden I heard a loud "smack" the toilet seat fell and I knew I was caught she said "who's there"? and I said Its one of the movers Ms. Hartley and she said" what are you doing "? And I really didn't know what to say I was caught so I tried to make the best of the situation. So I slowly opened the door and there she stood with a smile on her face her thighs glistening from her heated workout. She said "you were watching me wasn't you?" And I smiled and said "yes Ma'am, I sure enough was watching you" and she said "well since you were watching me you must know what I want then and I said Well Ms. Hartley we aim to please at our moving and storage company customer satisfaction is number one! 

By this time she had walked over to me and was rubbing my crotch and I was getting very excited! After all I was in a Mansion with a beautiful rich woman! And she asked me if I had ever fucked a white woman before? And I told her that I prefer to fuck white women but when it all boils down "pussy is pussy" She laughed, She had a very sexy Southern Draw to her voice! And she said by the way My name is Cindy and I want to suck your big fucking Black Cock! And I in turn said well they call me Big D and that's what I want you to do White Girl! So she lowered her self down on the floor on her knees, pulled my already erect member out of my pants. And as she looked up in my eyes she smiled ad she licks the long black shaft and said " Umm nothing better on a hot day like this than a good Fudge sickle". 

As she really started sucking I watched with great lust as her pretty painted lips took all of My 8 inch black cock! I had forgotten all about the move job and was really getting into when in walks Ray! And he said "Mother Fucker! What in the hell are you doing?" And Cindy said "What does it look like you big black Fucker! He's getting his Cock sucked!" We all laughed. And then Ray look at her and said "Is there room for one more?" And she said "one more I seen four more out there and I want them all" and rays eyes just about popped out of his head not to mention his cock just about popped out of his pants. 

So the next thing I know what started as a one on one situation, had turned into all out white slut Gangbang! All 5 of us were all around her and she was in heaven! All of us were very dark skinned and Cindy was a very pale skinned blonde and the contrast of the colors looked so great! She had two of us in her mouth and one in each hand, as Jube was down under eating her clean- white shaven pussy! And she was saying out the side of her mouth " oh eat my pussy you black fucker!" Little did she know he didn't understand a fucking thing she was saying! 

After she had giving all of us a good tongue lashing, she said " I want to fuck all of you" and Jerome said " lets get busy you white trash bitch!" She smiled eagerly and as she lowered her self on to Jube's hard 10 inch African Black Sphere, she started riding faster and faster! I had never heard such streams of profanity come out of anyone's mouth like that, except for one of my family reunions! She said "ooh fuck me you black bastard fuck me good and hard you like this tight whit rich pussy don't you?" and we couldn't help it we all started cracking up as Jube was looking like "what the fuck is se talking about" he couldn't understand any English but he sure understood what he was doing! 

She said "what the fuck are all of you laughing at?" and Ray said Jube is from Africa! And without missing one stride she said "umm real Black meat" and as she was riding Jube she had Ray in on had and me in the other while Jake was in her mouth and Jerome grabbed her by her short blonde hair and said " Are you ready? And she said for what? And he said " To be the cream between two oreo cookies?" and she said " Oh Yes!!! Double Fuck Me! Like the Black Cock Whore that I am!" 

So Jerome slid slowy into her tight white ass and she started screaming "OHHHH GOD FUCK IT!!!! YES GIVE ME THOSE BLACK BONES! Man the sound of her getting off like that I got all excited and grabbed her by her hair and shoved all 8 inches of my black cock down her chubby white throat! 

As she was talking through the side of her mouth I heard her say Oh God Something! And I said what and a look of fear came over her and she pushed my cock out of her Mouth. And screamed "IT'S MY FUCKING HUSBAND!" and I look up and there was this little short fat dude stand there with a gun in his hand and said don't move! And Ray said to me " looks like we're busted! 

To Be Continued...