0 comments/ 29837 views/ 3 favorites Sick Day By: Moonlight_33 In the cold gray light of dawn, Michael woke with the agony of another throbbing headache. Placing his hand on his sweating forehead, he muttered under his breath, "Damn, damn, damn. I hate being sick." With a sigh, he crawled out from under the covers, careful not to wake the sleeping angel on the other side of his bed. Her full name was Angela, but she would always be an angel to him. Stepping softly, he made his way to the medicine cabinet to see what drugs he still had in stock. There wasn't much there. Fortunately he was not one to get sick often; unfortunately he didn't get drugs often, but there was a box of Tylenol. Swallowing two, he crept back to the bed, hoping that his illness was not going to ruin the plans they had made for the weekend. Angel stirred, wrapping her arms about him, kissing his cheek lightly. She moaned softly, whispering in his ear a question that indicated she was already wanting him. The soft seduction in her voice, the heaviness of her breath, the tip of her tongue tracing the outer rim of his ear, all heightened the effect of her quietly whispered question: "What do you have planned for me today, Lover?" Michael groaned once again, and this time she recognized the inner agony that was imbedded in the soft sound. Michael felt terrible. Not only was he sick, he hated to disappoint her in any way. "I am sorry, my darling Angel, but I am so sick, I feel like world war three is going on in my head, and every muscle in my body is playing a game of who hurts the most. I am so sorry to ruin our plans, Babe, but I really feel like crap." He lay back on his pillow, waiting for the Tylenol to take effect and take the edge off the pain. If only there was a pill that could take away the pain of disappointment. When she pressed her lips to his forehead, his fever was obvious. Michael had always been a very athletic lover, and for him to be so listless first thing in the morning was a strong indication that he was more than just a little sick. Angel, however, was never one to be denied. She looked down at him with a soft smile on her pretty face. "Awwwww, you poor baby. What ever can I do to make you feel better?" A mischievous grin brightened her face as she leaned down to kiss his closed eyelids. Tenderly, she curled her fingers around a strand of his sandy blond hair, moving closer to kiss the tip of his nose, his chin, and his lips. Angel knew the effect she had on Michael, and she knew how much he hated not being able to please her in every way, but today it was him that needed some loving attention, and she was going to see that he got all that he could handle. Lovingly and tenderly, she kissed his lips again, working her way down his throat and onto his chest. She had always wanted to play doctor, and this was the perfect opportunity. "Does it hurt here?" She kissed his nipples gently, running the tip of her tongue over them. "Or here? What about here?" Her kisses covered his stomach as her hand ventured lower, a soft giggle escaping her lips. Taking his hardening cock in her hand, she rubbed it softly. "Well, this seems to be working." The grin on her face became perfectly wicked as she sought to remind him that, as much as she liked to receive it, she liked to give pleasure, especially to a poor, sick baby; a description Michael hated having pinned on him. Michael moaned again, but this time it was more from the pleasure of having her petite little hand wrapped around his cock and massaging his balls. Angel could not help another laugh. "You must be feeling okay down there. That is one muscle that doesn't seem to be protesting." Her hand lovingly tickled his shaft, feeling his growing desire at her touch. Slowly, she continued kissing her way down his body, and Michael could feel his headache dulling. He loved the feel of her fingers and mouth as they tickled and tantalized his flesh. He felt the soft curls of her dark hair brushing against his cock, and the heat of her breath as she bent to kiss the area between his navel and his now painfully erect cock. Reaching out, he touched her cheek. "Baby, you don't have to do that." But she hushed him, leaning down further still to place a kiss on the head of his throbbing erection. Angel's tongue gently slid and swirled over the head, teasing him as she pressed the tip of her tongue into the slit of his cock-head. Steadily, she worked her magical mouth over his lower shaft, enjoying the masculine taste of him. Over and over, up and down, she knew well the secrets of controlling this man's reaction to her beauty and skill. Up and down, swirling, sucking, licking, teasing, her mouth performed feats of sexual magic upon his wand. Michael had never thought it possible for him to lose his self-control. Now, however, as he moaned and filled his lungs with air, he fought to suppress the heights of his pleasure, but found he was unable to deny her ability, or her desire. Harder and harder, her hands and mouth worked his shaft, her saliva mixing with his pre-cum and running back down his shaft, only to have her lick it back into her hungry mouth. She knew he couldn't hold back much longer, and Michael was shocked to see just how much she longed for his release. Working with all her might, she could hear his sharp intake of breath, and feel the contraction in his shaft. Moving back to the end of his shaft, she arrived just in time to receive the full force of his release between her luscious lips. Looking into her eyes, Michael's mind was blown by the obvious pleasure she was receiving from sucking the seed from his shaft, holding it in her mouth then looking deeper into his eyes as she swallowed it. Still stroking his wet shaft, she moved up beside him, a cheeky grin turning her cum coated lips up in a sexy smile. "Feeling any better, Babe?" Michael laughed, "Damn, I think that would cure just about anything." "Oh, really?" Angel giggled. "And to think I have so many other cures in mind for my poor, sick baby." She gave him a cute wink and snuggled back down into his arms, nibbling once again on his ear. Pressing her face against him affectionately, she could feel how high his temperature had become, and she knew they would have to do something about that to make him more comfortable. Climbing from the bed, she headed to the bathroom; giving him a wicked grin that assured him she would be right back. Filling the spa bath with cool water and essential oils, she set the water bubbling before returning to the bed for Michael. He didn't look well at all, but Angel silently vowed to see him as well as possible before this day was over. Leaning over him, she tenderly kissed his balls and softening cock, working her way up his belly and chest to softly kiss his pale lips. "Come on, lover, let's see if we can cool you down and heat you up at the same time." Taking his hand, she helped him to sit on the edge of the bed, pressing her lips to his forehead as her mother had always done to check her temperature when she was a child. His temperature was still much too high. She ignored his protests about having a cool bath, and pressed his face into her breasts, saying, "See, you are so hot, you are making my nipples soft. Now, we can't have that, can we? No more arguments from you. It's into the tub you go." Holding his arms, she helped him to his feet and guided him to the bathroom, helping him into the tub and told him to stop his complaining. The water really wasn't THAT cold. Lying back in the cool water, Michael began to feel a little better. Taking a washcloth, Angel wiped his face, straddling him and sitting on his lap while she administered lots of TLC. He moaned a little, feeling the heat of her wet pussy pressing down on his once-again stiffening cock. Angel felt him growing hard beneath her, and, lifting herself up, she slid him into her heated depths. "Can't have this cooling down now, can we?" He gave her a loving smile, so glad that she was there to take care of him all day. He did wonder though, just how much of her TLC he could handle. Still, he had always considered himself to be a brave man, and he was more than willing to find out. He found it impossible to resist her tender touch. Her hands were always so soft and loving. Pressing his face between her nipples, her breasts had a satiny feel against his burning cheeks. His heavy intake of breath tickled her skin, and her nipples begin to harden before him. He took one into his mouth, savoring it, rolling it, sucking it and tenderly biting. He buried his face once more between her breasts, his hands cupping her ass and pulling her closer as they remain locked together in the cool tub. He thrust up a little, enjoying the heat and tightness of her superb womanhood. His fingers played with her cheeks, slipping between them and running the cool water down the crack of her ass. Tickling her rear entrance, teasing her with possibilities, he moved his hand to where his cock rested inside her. His hands held her steady as he continued the slowest, most languid thrusting possible. Kissing her breasts a little harder, he savored the sweet strawberry taste of the lotion she had rubbed into her nipples the night before. He began to realize that the one good thing about being sick was that he was forced to take his time, to be slow and steady; today, they had all the time in the world. Wiping Michael's face with the cool cloth, Angel noticed that his temperature had come down quite considerably, and it was time to get him back to bed. As he climbed from the tub, she could see he was a little light-headed, so she sat him on the edge of the tub while she toweled him off. Her own body naked and dripping, she rubbed him over with the soft towel, being sure not to miss a thing. As she bent over to wipe his legs and place a kiss upon his half-hard cock, he slapped her naked ass with a playful smack. With a squeal, she proclaimed, "No fair! I can hardly smack you back when you're sick. Lucky for me, I have a good memory, and payback is going to cost you dearly." Her faked indignant look caused him to laugh, and he was tempted to smack her again, just to see what she had in mind for retribution. After she helped him back to the bed, she returned to the bathroom for a towel for herself. Standing where he could clearly see her, she began to dry off. Turning her back to him, bending at the waist to dry her feet, she presented him with a wonderful view of her ass and pussy. Even from the bed he could see that the moisture on her pussy lips was not water, and he could smell her heat. Lying back against the pillow, he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed with pleasure. She was far from done with healing him yet; more TLC was on the way. Driven mad with passion, it was all he could do to stop himself from jumping off the bed and ravishing both her delicious holes. He wanted her so badly, but his body ached too much to allow him to move. Instead, he turned his eyes back to her, watching her every move, enwrapped in her beauty and delicate form. His cock began to harden again at the thought and he smiled. For some strange reason, whenever he did get sick, he always supported an almost permanent hard on. He made a mental note to remind himself to study up on that. As he watched the towel move over her body, he wished desperately that it could be his hands covering every inch of her form, his tongue licking away every drop of moisture from her exposed flesh. With a sigh, he used his hand to assist his shaft in growing, stroking himself slowly as he watched and admired her perfection. Angel looked over and smiled when she noticed his movements. Such a perfectly wicked smile appeared on her face that Michael was almost afraid to think of what might be on her mind now. Angel gave him an angelic smile. "It's time to continue your healing, lover." Wiggling her cute little ass at him, she made her way to the fridge to retrieve a tall glass of fruit juice and a fresh peach. She watched him drink the juice, insisting he drain the glass, exclaiming seductively, "Damn, I love the way your mouth works." Lying down beside him, she took a slice of the peach and squished it between her fingers, rubbing the juice and pulp over her pebble hard nipples. She smelled so sweet, so tasty. "Hungry, Lover?" She slipped the remainder of the peach slice between his lips, letting him taste. The way his eyes sparked with the lust he was feeling for her was driving her crazy, and she brought her sticky nipples to his lips. She looked down at him and watched as his hungry mouth licked and nibbled at her sweet sticky nipples, his tongue racing to catch the juices that ran down across her lush breasts and over her taut belly. Taking another slice of the peach, she moved to his cock. It was still so hard, so splendid. She made a silent vow then and there to always be there for him when he was sick. Squeezing the peach in her hand, she watched as the sweet nectar ran down over his shaft, coating his balls, and she smiled at him hungrily. "Mmmmm, lunch is served." She bent to devour the sweetness of his cock, tasting her own juices still there from the bath mixing with the peach in her mouth. It was going to take quite some time to clean up that sticky mess, but she was in no hurry, and her hunger was insatiable. With juice-covered fingers, she pushed the remainder of the peach into her hot pussy, straddling his face and pushing her sticky sweet sex to his mouth while she leaned forward to suck his cock deep into her throat. Michael grabbed tight to the cheeks of her ass, pulling her harder against his mouth, sucking at the peach that rested deep within her. Reaching out with his tongue, he found the hidden fruit and sucked it into his mouth, pausing only to remove the pip and spit it across the room. Over and over, his tongue plunged into her juicy depths, licking and sucking at the incredibly sweet mix. Her clit stood hard and swollen against his nose, and he rubbed it vigorously, withdrawing his tongue from her hot hole and giving her tender love bead the attention it deserved. With a finger covered in both peach and pussy juices, he began to tease her tight little asshole, rubbing his fingers around the rim until he could feel her purring like a kitten on the end of his cock. As he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass, she began to buck and wiggle, forcing him to hold tighter to her slender body. Faster and faster, he worked her clit, pushing and probing at the entrance of her tight back passage with his finger. Meanwhile, the sheer force she was exerting on his cock was incredible. It was almost as if she was using his cock as a straw to obtain a cum slurpy! She was nothing short of amazing. With Michael teasing her ass, it was Angel's turn to lose control, sucking his cock harder and faster as he brought her closer to climax. With a rush, she was there. Wave after wave of immeasurable pleasure surged through her body, which shuddered and jolted as he held her form to his face. Her creamy secretions surged from her pulsing pussy and into his mouth as he continued to suck and lap at all she had to offer. Groaning deeply, Michael could hold back no longer, his throbbing cock shooting a hot load of cum deep into her throat. Pinned together, they sucked and swallowed one another's juices, hot and sweet, mixed with the heavy peach nectar. As the passion subsided, Angel turned and cuddled into Michael's loving arms. She thought about dragging him back to the bath and cleaning him off, but he was already dozing off into a contented slumber, and right now, rest was called for. Relaxing against him, she rested her head against his shoulder and followed him into the world of dreams. The day was young, and there was much healing to be done yet, but for now, she would be content to be his Angel, and give him all the TLC in her heart. Sick Day This is my first attempt at a story. So any advice/comments would be appreciated! Enjoy! It was about 2am, and I couldn't sleep. I was awaken by some noises coming from outside the bedroom. Concerned I got up and proceeded to check things out. I ventured all around the house to find nothing. On my way back to bed, I decided just to check up on my daughter Sara, to make sure she wasn't awake. She needed her rest. This was her last week of high school and she was getting ready for graduation, she just turned 18 and finally decided on a college to go to. Her mother would be so proud. I bare cracked her down open when I realized where the noise was coming from. As I peeked in to check on things I saw some rustling in the sheets. My anger rose and I thought she had a boy in her bed in the middle of the night. Just as I was about to rush right in I realized she was alone, and it was just her in bed, masturbating. She hadn't noticed me at the door, as I unconsciously stared at her sensuous body. What was I doing? I quickly looked away and took a step back when I realized I had a raging hard on. Without any hesitation, I gently caressed my stiffened cock through my boxers. Sara was beautiful, and seeing her like this made her just as sexy as ever. As she was starting to climax, she threw the covers off the bed, still unaware I was standing and staring at the door. She vigorously rubbed her clit in a small circular motion, and I pulled out my cock and began to stroke along with her. Her porcelain skin began to glisten more with beads of sweat that was running off her body. I thought I was going to blow a load right then and there. I held back as long as I could. She finally moaned in a deep orgasm and just as she was finishing up I fell a bit forward and banged the door. She scurried and grabbed the covers and pretended she was asleep and I pretended I just got there. Had she seen me? Did she know that I was there watching her, lusting for her, for my daughter? I quickly left and went back to bed, rubbed one out and feel asleep. The next morning I got up as usual and was at the table reading my paper, and drinking my cup of coffee when Sara rushed in. "I'm late, shit, I'm late!" "Sara! Your mouth!" I said sternly. "Sorry dad, no time for breakfast, I woke up late and I have to get going to school." She ran out and slammed the door. Did she realized I was watching her last night and is now embarrassed? I finished up my paper and coffee and went upstairs to grab my things to go to work. I don't know what came over me but I went into Sara's room and laid in her bed, smelling the sheets that she came on. The smell of her body was all over them and I instantly became hard. I figured I had a few extra minutes to spare so I undressed and laid in her bed. I closed my eyes and thought about last night. Sara's soft body laying in the exact spot I was laying, getting her juices all over the sheets. At this point I didn't care about the fact that she was my daughter. All I know is that I wanted her, bad. But there was no way I was going to ever get to. I continued to lay in her bed and began to slowly stroke my cock. Imagining her slowing sucking my cock and getting it extra wet and my pre cum began to run. Thinking about Sara delicately licking the head of my dick with her soft tongue. I was harder than ever! I needed to cum! I began stroking my cock faster and faster and not at all paying attention to the time. I didn't care if was going to be late for work, hell, maybe I'll just call out and lay here all day. That sounded like a great idea. I grabbed the cell and quickly called out with the excuse of a 24 hour stomach flu. I then went right back to where I had left off. I was just about to cum and this was going to be the best sick day ever when Sara's door flew wide open. "Uh... Dad?!" I just froze, there with my cock in my hand laying her bed. "What are you doing here sweetie? Aren't you suppose to be in school?" "I realized that I wasn't late, and it's a half day because of exams. I don't have to go in until noon." "Oh." I said... still frozen, still holding my throbbing cock in my hand, still waiting to cum. I slowly moved and tried to put my clothes back on as if I thought she hadn't or wouldn't see me if I just moved slow enough. She just stared at me, with eyes wide open, jaw dropped, and breathless. "Its not what you think Sara?" "Oh? So you're not on MY bed wankin it?" "Okay... so its EXACTLY what you think. I'm so sorry. Let me get out of here and get going to work before I'm too late." I gathered my clothes and got up and started to walk out of the room with my head hung low. Just then, Sara grabbed my arm. I looked up and she smiled sweetly. "Daddy.." she cooed. "You don't have to be ashamed. I'm 18, I'm not a kid anymore. Although I have never done it, I know about sex, I know about masturbation, and I know you have been feeling lonely since mom passed last year." She turned to me and gave me a long strong hug. I realized I was still stark naked and holding my clothes in one hand. As she let go I noticed how hard her nipples were through her sheer top. My cock immediately rose to attention. Embarrassed, I threw my clothes over my manhood and started again to walk out the door. "You liked what you saw last night didn't you? Sara said with a devilish grin. "I know you did. I saw you stand at the door while I pleasured myself. I saw you grab your cock and stroke along." I froze, again. She knew I was there. I didn't know what to say. I've been caught, twice. She then came around to the front of me and knocked my clothes from out of my hand. "I knew it! You got a hard on just by hugging me! You want me don't you!? You want to fuck me huh? Fuck your own daughter?!" I still haven't said a word. I just stood there naked with my head low staring at my still raging hard on. I didn't know what to say, what she was going to say or do next. I just wished that last night never happened. Next thing I knew, I felt moisture on my cock. I looked down and saw Sara with her mouth wrapped tightly around my dick. What the hell was going on? I must be hallucinating. Didn't she just say that I was sick, and now she is down on her knees bobbing down on my cock? "Sweetie we shouldn't be doing this. This isn't right." "You want to fuck me right?! I've wanted your dick for so long. I figured now is as good of time as any." I didn't answer her. I just let her pleasure me with her mouth. Her nipples were still rock hard and I just about came when she rolled her tongue around the head of my cock. She took her tongue and licked the head of my dick and pulled away as a string of pre cum hung from the tip of my dick to her perfect lips. "I want you to fuck me daddy. I want you to be my first. Please fuck me." I slowly guided her to her bed and laid her down gently, then proceeded to take off her clothes. The smell of her sweet pussy was getting stronger as I pulled her pants off. God I wanted it so bad. I then took off the rest of her clothes leaving only her red lacy panties. "Aren't you gonna take those off too dad?" "In just a minute sweetie." I crawled up her body and began to suck on her nipples. "Mmmmm." She sighed. I slowly kissed all the way down until I got between her legs. I then slowly pulled off her panties and the overwhelming scent of her pussy just about made me cum right then and there. I kissed her pussy lips and she lifted her hips to my face. I began slowly fucking her with my tongue. With ever moan more and more of her juices landed in my mouth. "I want your cock now daddy, please" she said ever so sweetly. I had already gone this far, I might as well finish up the job. I sat up and guided the tip of my dick over the lips of her pussy. I knew she wanted it. She was so wet. It had already looked like she came. I teased her with my cock some more until she was just begging me to give it to her. "Are you sure you want this sweetie?" "Never been more sure about anything in my life daddy. I want you to be my first, no one will love me like you daddy." "You're right sweetie, no one ever will." I then slowly guided my dick in her tight virgin pussy and more of her juices helped lube my dick. About half way in I paused to let her get used to the feeling. "Slam it in Daddy, give it all you got!" I then forced my dick in her tight cunt so hard she yelled in agony and then in pleasure. I kept thrusting in and out of her pussy. It was the best piece of ass I have ever had. Her pussy was so tight on my dick. "Oh daddy, mmm... that feels so good. I love your hard cock in my pussy. Shit Daddy.. Mmm" She soon figured out to match my rhythm and soon we were going at a fast pace. I could tell she was going to cum and so was I. I didn't want to cum quite yet so I grit my teeth and held back as much as I could. "Harder, fuck me harder, make me your fuck slave. Make me your dirty whore. That is what I am! Your daughter is a fucking whore!" she yelled with all her might. I then pulled out quickly and turned her over and took her from behind. Having her ass slap against my pelvis and my balls slapping her clit. I slapped her ass with one big swoop. "You ARE a dirty whore, and you are MY whore. You like my cock in your cunt don't you bitch?" "Why yes daddy! Fuck me more...fuck me harder!" I grabbed her hair and forcefully fucked the living shit out of her. She kept screaming in pain and pleasure and soon she was about to cum. I could feel the walls of her pussy beginning to pulsate. "Oh my god daddy. I'm gonna cum.. Shit shit shit shit.." Her pussy clenched my dick so tight, I planted my seed right in my sweet daughter. "Did you cum in me daddy?" "Yes sweetheart, sorry" "Well hopefully I will have a little brother or sister to mother." she said with a smile. We both laid there... hot, sweaty, and naked. This by far WAS the best sick day ever. Sick Day Alicia stood in front of her mirror making sure her make-up had been applied correctly. She was a very pretty girl in her own estimation. Her black hair fell to halfway down her back, her dark eyes had a bit of a twinkle in them, and everything else was in order. After being completely satisfied with what she saw in the mirror, Alicia shut off the lights, gathered her things, and left for work. Alicia opened the office like she does every morning. She put on a pot of coffee, put the day's schedule on her boss', Mr. Bowen, desk, and made sure she had plenty of the things he usually asked for between meetings with his clients and other lawyers. Though Alicia wasn't the only secretary in the office, she was the one that Mr. Bowen trusted the most. All of his high profile cases he gave to her to personally see to. She was happy with the faith he showed in her, so she wanted to make sure his days started off as well as she could. A few minutes before he was scheduled to arrive, she got his coffee mug from his office and filled it with the hot beverage, add the right amount of cream and sugar, and then set it in the middle of his desk. Fifteen minutes later, that cup of coffee still sat there, untouched. Alicia was starting to wonder if something had happened to Mr. Bowen. He was never this late to the office. Usually he would arrive right at 8a.m. Alicia had just started to look through her speed-dial numbers for his cellular phone number when the office phone started to ring. "Good morning. Attorney Keith Bowen's office, how may I help you?" she said after picking it up. "Hi, Alicia, it's me," she heard the man on the other end of the line say. She recognized his voice right away. "Hi, Mr. Bowen. You seem to be running a bit behind this morning," she said with a playful tone in her voice. "Yeah, well, I'm not feeling that well today, so I won't be coming into the office," he informed her. "I will be working from home. Could you call and cancel all of my appointments for the day? I know that there is a settlement conference set up for three this afternoon that is very important, but I don't think I can handle anything else." "Not a problem, " she said. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" "No, not that I can think of at the moment. If there is anything I will give you a call." "You know where I'll be, " she said. "Take care and feel better." "Thanks, Alicia. Good bye." Alicia hung up the phone and began her phone calls, cancelling every meeting except for the 3 o'clock conference. At 11 o'clock, the phone rang once again and Alicia answered it. "Good morning, Attorney Keith Bowen's office, how may I help you?" "Hi again," Mr. Bowen's voice came through the receiver. "Hey, Mr. Bowen," she said, her voice sounding very happy. "How are you feeling?" "A bit better, thanks," he replied. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor." "What is it?" she asked. "I need the Avery file for the meeting this afternoon," he told her. "I'm asking if you could bring it to me." "Sure. Do you need anything else?" she inquired. "Maybe some chicken soup," he said, his voice becoming higher towards the end. "Mrs. Bowen isn't taking care of you?" she asked. "She's visiting her parents in Philadelphia with the kids. They left on Saturday." "Sorry to hear that, Mr. Bowen," she said. "I'll leave here in a few minutes and stop off at the deli up the street for your soup. I should be at your house in a half hour." "Thanks, Alicia. You're the best." True to her word, a half hour later, Alicia was knocking on the door to Mr. Bowen's house. He lived in a mansion on the northern end of town. It was three stories, with four white stone pillars in front holding up a balcony that stretched the entire length of the house. Beyond the pillars were the huge solid oak double doors with a pure silver knocker on the right side. She rang the doorbell and waited a few moments before Mr. Bowen answered it. He was in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, with house slippers on his feet. "Hey. Come in, come in," he said as he opened the door wide. She pulled the file out from under her arm and held up a brown paper bag as she stepped inside saying, "Avery file here, and chicken soup in here." "Thanks, Alicia," he said as he took both. "Come in, please." He led her to his study, where he kept his computer and law books. His desk was made of cherry wood with a nice high-back leather chair behind it. "I have been working on the settlement all morning," he said and for the first time Alicia could hear the stuffiness in his voice. "I just hope Mrs. Avery is going to be happy with it." "Would you like for me to look it over?" Alicia asked. "Would you mind?" "Not at all. Hand it to me." He gave her the printed copy of the settlement proposal he had been working on. Alicia began to read it as Mr. Bowen took out his hot soup and started drinking it. Without having to look up she knew what he was doing. "There is a spoon in there, ya know," she said with a smile, never taking her eyes off of the paper in front of her. "This is faster," he told her. "You are going to. . ." "Oh, damn it!" ". . . spill on yourself," she finished as she turned around. All down the front of his shirt, Mr. Bowen had spilled the hot broth. He set the container down and left the room. Alicia watched him as he left. She had had a crush on him ever since she went to work for him. Even though he was 25 years older than she was, she found him to be one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. He was tall, about 6 feet, had a decent physique, more firm than muscular, and he was starting to go grey around his temples. With all of these things put together, Alicia found herself very drawn to him. She set the paper down after she had finished reading it and went to look for him. She heard a door open down a long hallway and followed the sound. When she was certain she had found the source of the noise, she turned the door's handle and opened it. The room she had found contained the laundry equipment with stacks of clean clothes on some shelves above the washer and dryer, and there stood Mr. Bowen, shirt and sweat pants off, completely naked, reaching up on the shelf for a new shirt while a pair of running shorts sat on top of the washing machine. "God damn it," he was muttering. "I'm such a klutz. I'm always spilling something on me, usually, its coffee." He turned and saw that Alicia was standing in the doorway. He did his best to cover the bottom half of his body, but it was too late, she had already seen him. "I'm sorry, Alicia. I should have locked the door." She didn't say anything, just kept staring down at his crotch, which his hands were covering up. He called her name twice more and she finally responded after the second attempt. "Are you ok, Alicia?" he asked. She refocused her eyes on his before answering. "Yes, sir, I'm fine," she said. "Just a little. . ." She paused for a second, gathered her thoughts and steeled her resolve, before starting to slowly walk towards him. "Sorry, Mr. Bowen, but I have found you very attractive from the first time I saw you, and now that I see you like this, there are so many things running through my head and I am going to do at least one of them right now." She grabbed his head and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply. After being taken by surprise, Mr. Bowen pushed Alicia off of him, held her at arms length and asked her what she thought she was doing. "Something that I have wanted to do for a long, long time," she said as she started to run her hands up and down his chest, her fingers going through the fine hair that resided there. She kissed him hard again before bending down to kiss his neck and chest. "We shouldn't be doing this," he protested as she continued down his body. "I really think we should. . . Oh!" He groaned as he felt her lips close around the head of his member. She pulled off of his cock, kissed the tip, and then started licking the underside from the base to the head over and over again. When she had him completely hard, she took him in her mouth once again, bobbing her head and using her right hand to massage his scrotum. "Oh, Jesus," he moaned. "That's so good . . .but we should stop." He tried to push her head off of him again, but it wasn't that much of an effort. Alicia pulled him out of her mouth with a 'pop'. She looked up at him from her knees and said, "You don't really want me to stop, do you, Mr. Bowen?" When he didn't answer she engulfed him once again, sucking him hard and using her tongue to tickle the vein on the underside of his cock. He wrapped his hands in her long dark hair and began to control her pace. He would push or pull on her hair depending on how fast or slow he wanted her lips to run up and down his shaft. A few times he pushed her all the way down to the base of his 8-inch cock, causing her to choke a little. When he felt that she had sucked on him enough, he pulled her off of her knees and kissed her. She broke the kiss and said, "And you wanted me to stop." "My mistake," he said as he pressed his lips to hers again. As their lips were locked together, he started to unbutton her white blouse. She helped him by pulling the garment out of the waistband of her skirt. As soon as the blouse was off, her bra joined it on the floor of the laundry room. Mr. Bowen pulled away from her long enough to look down at her exposed breasts. They stood out firm from her chest and were capped with eraser-like nipples that he found himself wanting to nibble and suck on. He dropped his head to her chest and began tonguing them, making them harder than they already were. He bit down lightly on one of them, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Alicia. She pulled his head up from her breasts and kissed him passionately, slipping her tongue into his mouth, dancing with his. He lifted her up and set her down on top of the dryer. Breaking apart once again, he leaned back and ran his hands down her chest, along her stomach, over her deep red skirt and then down her thighs before reaching under the hem line of the skirt and pulling down her thong panties. He pushed the bottom of the skirt up so it showed her shaved quim, with only a strip of manicured dark hair reaching up from the top of her clit. He dropped his head into her lap and started licking the juices that were flowing from her. He took her clit between his lips, gently sucking on it while lashing it over and over with the tip of his tongue. Alicia reached down and grabbed the back of his head and pushed him into her sex further. He pulled back a little, allowing her clit to come out of his mouth, and began licking up and down the full length of her slit, lavishing in the taste of her. After a few swipes of her pussy, Keith Bowen attacked her clit one again, alternating between flicking it, sucking it, and rubbing it with his thumb. Alicia loved all of his attention, enjoying the sensation of his tongue on her most sensitive area. She could feel her orgasm starting to build. It swelled from deep in the pit of her stomach and centered on her hard clit. "Oh, fuck," she groaned. "I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmiiinnnnnnnggggggg!!" She shuddered as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her hips rose off of the dryer, bathing Keith's face in her orgasmic juices. He didn't mind though. He wanted her to cum in the worst way. He wanted to lick her through her orgasm, to taste her as she reached her pinnacle. When she calmed down a bit, he brought his head up from her drenched pussy, licking his lips. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her, kissing him so she could taste herself. Alicia pushed him away from her only so she could jump off of the laundry equipment. She looked down at his still hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked him a couple of times. It felt harder to her now than it did when she had it in her mouth. "Fuck me," she said breathlessly. "Fuck me now." Keith spun her around and bent her over the dryer. He lifted her skirt and rubbed the bare skin of her ass. She was warm and smooth and he realized he had wanted this just as much as she did. He gave the insides of her thighs light slaps, causing her to spread her legs more. He moved in behind her, his cock in his hand, and in one thrust, penetrated her deeply, pushing until he could feel her wetness against his balls. Being filled so much so quickly surprised Alicia and her torso shot up from the top of the dryer, revealing to her boss for the first time the tattoo she had on her left shoulder. Seeing she had it turned him on more and he thrust even harder into her depths. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned as she looked back at him. "That feels soooo good. Fuck me harder." He did as she asked, even though he knew it would make him cum faster. He slammed his pelvis into the cheeks of her ass over and over again. He reached down with his right hand and started rubbing her clit with the tip of one of his fingers, determined to make her cum when he did. Her moaning became louder as he applied more pressure to her love button and the walls of her pussy started clamping down on him more. That was the beginning of the end for him. Feeling her convulse around his throbbing erection started a tingling in his balls, signaling to him that orgasm was approaching. He continued pounding into her and rubbing her clit when she looked back at him and groaned, "I'm cumming again. Cum with me, cum with me." He thrust once more hard into her and felt her begin to cum on his hard cock. Her pussy clutched around him, causing his balls to finally boil over. He shot stream after stream of cum deep into her pussy. His pelvis jerked deeper into her with every burst of semen that he set forth. When they had both calmed down enough, Keith pulled out of her. When he did, a good portion of his seed came out with him and fell to the floor, while some more ran down the inside of Alicia's thighs. She turned around and slowly sank to her knees then took his still hard tool into her mouth. She moved her head up and down a few times before taking him out from between her lips. "Anything else I can get for you, Mr. Bowen?" she asked as she licked the tip of his cock again. "Not right now, Alicia," he said as he looked down at her. "But I think I may need you to stay here and help me for the rest of the afternoon." Sick Day It was the year that I turned 18 that my life changed forever. I had went to school that fateful day thinking life couldn't get much better. However as the day had went on I started to feel a little on the ill side. Feeling as I did I went to the nurses office. By then I was sick to my stomach, because I had gotten sick I was told I needed to go home so the nurse called my father and he gave them permission for me to leave. I had just got in the door to my home when I realized that my dad was home already I wasn't feeling well so I did think anything of it. I went up and laid down to sleep it off. A few hours later during a dream I was having, you know what kind of dream I'm talking about, anyways it started to feel really good and I was like this is the most realistic dream I've ever had. Suddenly a noise woke my up and I realized that my mom and dad were in the room with me and not only that but dad was telling my mom to keep it up. That's when I realized that the reason it felt so real was because it was. My mom was giving me my first real blow job. Well naturally I started to freak out, unfortunately my dad had figured this would happen and I was tied to my bed and gagged. I couldn't even scream no! My struggling must have finally been noticed cause my dad looked up at me and said don't worry it will feel so good soon you wont even care, and boy was he right it was like my god, it was definitely better than whacking myself off that's for sure. But like they say nothing good ever lasts. Before I could blow my load in my moms mouth, just before I was there my dad told her to stop that it was time. Of course I had no idea what he was talking about until I felt my mom getting on top of me and along with herself rolled me over to be on top of her. Man I thought this is going to be great, now I'm going to get laid too. I wish I could have stayed that way but my father had other plans. I was so distracted that I hadn't heard him getting undressed, but suddenly there was a great pressure and sudden sharp pain as my father shoved his 8" cock deep into my virgin ass. If it hadn't been for the gag I'm sure that everyone on the block would have heard my scream. He didn't move at first letting me get used to the feel of his cock in my ass, and let me tell you it hurt like hell at first then was just uncomfortable until it was just pressure and with my moms wet pussy lips wrapped around my cock I soon didn't care, that's when he started to move. It was heaven and hell, heaven cause when he thrust it thrust me into my mom's wet pussy and hell cause there was something in my ass moving around. But soon even that didn't bother me soon it just made it better and we were like this great sandwich going at it full force. I didn't even care that it was wrong it just felt so good didn't want it to stop. I started to feel myself about to get there again and could hear my mom moaning little sexy words in my ear and my dad panting very heavily in my ear, and it just made it all the better. I was on the brink when I felt my dad suddenly release his hot cum into my ass and my mom's orgasm hit and her clinching pussy walls grabbing at my hard cock just sent me right over. I moaned deeply into the gag and released my hot load deep into my mom's pussy. When it was over my father rolled off of me and flipped me over so my mom could get up. Together they untied me. My mom left the room to go get cleaned up and my dad just looked at me with a grin and winked and said, "welcome to the fun side of the family." I couldn't believe it I was finally in my parents eyes a real man. Well I guess life really is perfect now I thought as I laughed to myself. Sick Day She called in sick to work that morning, not because she was really sick but more because she just wanted an extended weekend and an extra day to lounge around and not deal with any responsibilities. She texted her husband half through the day to let him know that she wasn't feeling well and that she had stayed home. The husband decided to take off work early to go be with his sick wife and was very surprised that upon entering the house his wife was dancing naked in the living room. He made his way over to the radio and turned the music off without even being noticed. As soon as the music stopped so did she and as soon as she saw her husband her knees went weak. He wasn't a fan of her lying to get out her responsibilities and this had started to become an issue. He instructed her to kneel by the straight back chair that was ever so conveniently placed in the living room for matters that needed dealing with like this. He went to the bedroom and took off his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves before returning to the living room. He sat on the chair and ordered her over his lap. He groped her ass for a bit lecturing her on how she's an adult now and she needed to tend to her responsibilities like work and not call in sick just because she didn't feel like going. He told her he was lucky they didn't have a rectal thermometer but they would go out that afternoon to buy one to make sure one was available next time she claimed to be sick. He stopped gropping her ass and brought his hand up high before he made a loud slap on her ass. After a couple minutes of the hand spanking he had her squirming and promising to be a good girl. A few more minutes later and she was in tears and her begging turned to hysterical sobbing before calming down to quiet sobs. He loved this part of the punishment. The part where she gave in and submitted to whatever punishment he seemed fit. However, he knew that if he stopped there that it was only a matter of time before she would be back over his knee for the same thing so he ordered her off his knees and instructed her to go get the bath brush and to bring back her lubed up butt plug. She always had the cutest pout when he told her to get him the butt plug but she knew better to protest because they had various sizes and if she protested then he would make her get the bigger one. She returned with both items and knelt down at his feet offering both of them up to him. He thanks her for doing as instructed and told her to bend over and put her hands on the couch and spread her legs. He slowly inserted the butt plug and pushed down on her back reminding her to keep position. He told her she would get 12 with the bath brush but if she didn't hold position just like she was now then she would also be getting to feel his belt. She cringed but didn't say anything. The bath brush was such an evil implement and it took everything in her power to keep position for 5 of them, she didn't know how she would handle 12. He brought the bath brush back and brought it down harshly on her right cheek and she gasped loudly. But she didn't have time to think before it came down again on her left cheek. She cried harder and harder as the brush landed time and time again first on one cheek then the other. The 10th stroke he brought down on the center of the cheeks and hit the plug squarely causing her to jump up and grab her ass. He pushed her back down quickly and left his hand on her lower back to help her take the last two strokes, leaving the hardest for last. She was relieved when all 12 were over but he told her to stay in position because she had penalty strokes coming for not maintaining position for the entire 12. She tried to protest but her protest fell on deaf ears as he took his belt out of the loops of his pants. He swung the belt back and brought it down harshly on the backs of her legs. She cried out and her knees went weak but she straightened them out quickly for the next two blows that came with the belt. After the 3 penalty strokes he grabbed her arm and held her close as she cried and thanked him for punishing her. He told her that her punishment was not over and directed her to the corner where she stood for 10 minutes with her hands on her head. She had taken her punishment so well that he didn't feel the need to rub capsaicin on her ass like he did when she didn't take the punishment well. After 10 minutes he had her bend back over the couch to take the plug out and then they sat down on the couch and cuddled. Her misdeeds had been forgiven and she felt loved and cared for in his arms. Sick, Drunk Love "Look you have to drive Jenny home!" said my boss. "Why do I have to do it? She lives all the way at the other end of the island and she is gone, out of it, she will wind up puking in my car." "Sorry but I have all these other people to drive out to Jersey. So can you be a team play and do this?" When the boss says "team player" it means "do it or you are going out of your way to be on my shit list." I had a lot of plans for Sunday so I hoped I could take Jenny home and make it back early. She had had way too much to drink, something she usually does not do, but she was aggravated over losing out on a promotion; so she had tipped her glass one time too many. I got her into my car and rode with the window open to give her some fresh air. She turned a bit green at times but she made it to her driveway before losing it on the pavement. I held her steady until she was done then hustled her indoors. It looked like the rain was going to take care of the mess for her. It was quickly turning cold and I hoped it would not snow. I got her inside after fishing her keys out from her bag; something that made me uncomfortable to do. I knew enough about the "spins" and made her sit up in her living room chair. I managed to have her down some aspirin and water telling her she'd thank me for it in the morning. I was not about to leave her by herself, so I got out my e-book reader and started to read a bit. She nodded off but after an hour or two she wanted to lay down. I checked her clothing and saw that there was no puke on them from earlier so I helped her to her bed making sure she took off her shoes and jewelry. I put a wastepaper basket by her bed just in case. By the time I got towards the door I could see the snow was really coming down. It was far too late to try to drive home; the highways would not be plowed for a while so I figured I'd sleep on her couch until morning. It was a good thing I did so as Jenny came out looking for the bathroom and crashed down onto the floor. I helped her up, and while she was in the bathroom I found her pajamas which were still hanging on the indoor clothes line. She was so neat at work but her place was a mess, not dirty or anything, but just sloppy from neglect due to all the extra hours she put in. When she came out of the bathroom I handed her the pajamas telling her she'd be more comfortable sleeping in them. She grumbled and went into the bedroom tossing her clothing out the door; including her underwear. I only hoped she had put on her pajamas. I got in a few hours napping and then got up and started to straighten out the place while I waited for morning when the plows would be out. I was going to have to reshuffle my plans a bit but I could still get in most everything, however, just when the storm looked like it was going to clear up it doubled back on us again. When she got up I made her some toast and jam along with some weak tea. She wondered why I was still there but wolfed everything down and fell back asleep again, she complained it was too cold in her bedroom and I went to her closet and got her out another comforter. There must have been fourteen of them in total. I made a mental note not to get her one for Christmas. Finally she stirred and really got up at two in the afternoon. "How long...what time is it?" I pointed at the clock on the wall, she puzzled out whether it was morning or night then she said a word I had never heard her say before at work, "Shit!" "Well you were a bit of a mess last night." "Oh crap my breath," she said putting her hand over her mouth to confirm what she had just smelled, she ran into the bathroom to quickly brush her teeth. "I must be a mess. You cleaned up my house...but you had plans...how bad was I? Did I say anything stupid? Do anything stupid? Dance on tables? Strip?" The last one bore some thought... "Didn't you have plans for the weekend?" she asked upset. "Yeah! But the storm; and I could not leave you like that. Listen I was there once and learned drinking like that with friends is kinda okay, however, at these company parties I limit it to two drinks. One when I come in the door, one a quarter way through, then no more for the rest of the time and I leave early." "You're not angry?" she said with a pout. "No! Just helping out." There was an awkward silence. I looked at her, her black hair was a mess, no makeup on, and she was a little funky from a sweaty night under the sheets sleeping off her drinks. She seemed to sense it, "I must look awful," she sniffed under her arms, "...and shit! I smell awful. I'm sorry, let me wash up and we will go to lunch. Or maybe dinner." "I think it is a little too messy outside to do that. You are fine. I can cook dinner," to underscore my point the quiet snow had become a pinging frozen rain that struck her air conditioner accompanied by a howling wind "And you are not a mess." "I am, a smelly mess, and probably fucked up my career." "No you didn't, and to tell the truth I like it when a woman is natural. No makeup, heavy scents, just her," I said coming closer to her. I kissed her and she pressed against me. My arms went around her slender tight waist, then slid down to her round ass. "Let me shower," she whispered between kisses. "No, you will only have to do it later," I said as I undid her pajama top, kissing her small pert breasts. She helped me off with my shirt and undershirt and I was glad for the extra time I spent at the gym. She put her arms around my shoulders and she jumped up putting her legs around my waist. "Well if you like your women all smelly that is your problem," she said kissing me quickly and playfully. I walked her into the bedroom and dumped her on to the bed, I pulled off her pajama bottoms, she had no panties on. I took in the sight of her with her little wisp of public hair, then I took off my shoes, pants and underwear. She giggled as I took off my socks, there is no graceful, sexy way for a guy to do that. I kissed her legs by the inside of her knees, her thigh, then her pussy. As she said "You don't have to..." I started to lick her. Her moans and groans were payment enough. When her hands ran through my hair I knew I had hit her pleasure spot just right. Reaching up I played with her tits. Finally when she moaned "Fuck me!" I got on top of her and pushed inside of her." "Did you think of me? At work? Ever!" she panted. I grunted yes, I had always liked to watch her but thought her unattainable, she seemed to only care about her career. While inside of her she had me roll over so she was on top of me, telling me she wanted to do her fair share of the work, so I watched her slam down on me as she bit her cute little lip. I guess I could have been wrong about her only caring about her career. When we were done we held each other, outside we could hear the storm moan and whisper at the same time. We spent the rest of the day fucking and talking, I could think of worse ways of spending the evening. I awoke early the next morning and after making breakfast I realized I had not been home the whole weekend and would have to go to work in the clothes I had worn to the party. I tried to get them as neat as possible. She came out of the bathroom as neat as a pin. She gave me a kiss asking me if after work we could meet at my place. I told her that was not a problem. When we got in I allowed her a few extra minutes lead time so nobody would talk about us. I was greeted by my boss and scolded for my slightly disheveled look, "You could learn a lot from Ms. Fang here, there was a horrible storm out there and she still managed to come in presentable. You my boy are burning yourself at both ends. That is a bad way to be." As he walked off she flashed me a quick smile and winked at me giggling, I pledged we would talk about this after work.