2 comments/ 11846 views/ 2 favorites Work Sex By: billywooldridge Authors note: This is a fantasy of mine, all characters are over eighteen and once again, this hasn't happened yet. * So my son's mom and I don't always get along. Well this story is fantasy. Just because I don't always get along with her does not mean I cannot be attracted to her. Now I'll describe her to you. She is 4 foot, 11 inches and around 90 pounds, a B cup and has this amazing little ass that is firm from years of volleyball, cheerleading, and dancing. Her skin is soft though, which made her firm ass feel just so amazing. She has hair reaching down to the middle of her back that she usually keeps in a ponytail. She has golden eyes with some green around the pupils, they are amazing. Her eyes, smile, and laugh made me fall in love with her years ago. This is not a story about love though, this is a fantasy of mine of me taking her body at work. Now onto to what I look like. I'm 5 foot, 8 inches, 263 pounds that I wear well. I have blue eyes and a shaved head and most important is my 5 inch dick. It is my biggest complaint now (oh, by the way her name is Brandi, mine is Billy). Brandi has a long distance relationship and I like to play with her feelings since she chooses this fellow over me (yes I'm jealous-don't judge). So on with my story, for the past month I go over every day and see my kid. Well, while I'm there I flirt with her casually bringing up the fun times we use to share both in bed and out of it. So one day at work, it was like 7 pm. I go down the hall she's responsible for at the nursing home we work at. Well, she asks if I can help her in the kitchenette area. I follow her in and she starts being rather rude to me out of the blue. I ask her what's wrong, she says her boyfriend is being an ass and not giving her any dick. So I'm the target of her outrage. This is not the first time I have been and I have had enough. If she wants dick I'll give it to her. So I checked the door and made sure it was locked. I walk up behind her and pull her hair back, and lean down to bite her collarbone. She opens her mouth in a silent scream. Knowing she likes a little pleasure with her pain, I reach up with my hand and squeeze hard on her left tits. She shudders and pushes her amazing ass into my crotch (I really love that ass). Feeling bold I let go of her hair and move my lips next to her ear. "Do you want some cock at work?" I whisper. She gasps so I bring my right hand up and squeeze her right tit just as hard as the left. "Answer me Brandi, or I'll work you up more and leave you here," I harshly say into her ear. "Yes please-I need it-don't stop," she says in one long exhale. "Good girl. Now take your pants off, don't move away from me, and just slide them down. But not your panties," I breath in her ear while softly massaging her tits. She does as she's told and soon her pants are around her ankles. "What a good, good, girl; now reach behind you and pull out my dick that you know you're craving it now... yes, that's it, now slide it in your panties, not into your quivering cunt... NO Brandi, bad." I move back and push her into the fridge. "Now, you just used me as your emotional punching bag. I'm going to slide my dick in your panties and only into you when I am ready... There, do you feel that nice, hard dick against your hot, wet pussy?" Sawing my dick back and forth across that sweet little pussy, I slide my hands up her shirt and pinch her nipples hard. She gasps out loud, almost too loud. She shudders and I feel her pussy getting wetter and hotter. "Now Brandi, I'm going to shove my little dick in your hot little pussy and you're not going to be quiet, you're going to moan. That's right, if you don't then this is over... understand?" I state briefly into her ear. I don't even look at her face because if I look into her eyes I'll lose my nerve for this. She doesn't answer so I start to pull my dick out her panties she whimpers and says, "Ok, I'll moan, just fuck me, please god just give it to me..." I slide my hard dick into her fiery love tunnel and she moans, oh so loud. I push her harder against the fridge and start ramming into her. All she can do is grunt as one big orgasm rips through her body. She starts to come down from her forced high to start breathing heavily while I keep forcing my dick into her hot snatch. Now I start to roughly knead her small tits, pulling them down in the process. I do this to make her ass push into me more. Her breathing is getting sharper and shallower while her moans also are getting a little loud. I'm beginning to regret telling her to moan, so I move us farther from the door to the bathroom entrance a few feet away. Once inside I shut the door and push her onto the counter to get back to plowing her sweet pussy while reaching around to diddle her small clit. This causes her to intake a sharp breath as her cunt starts soaking my dick and her panties more. I reach up and pull her hair back, biting on the neck again. With this she cries out, the sound echoing off the small bathroom walls. I release her hair and start sucking softly where I bit her neck. She moans softly at my gesture of kindness. By now we have been fucking for what feels like hours, but must have been ten minutes. I'm surprised I have lasted this long in her hot box. However, soon she starts whining and I know she is getting sore. Finally I unleash my load up her love canal, only to pull out and finish the rest in her panties. "Pull up your pants and leave my cum in there, or I will come over tonight and your ass, yes this, will have my dick in it," I say this while I roughly grab her amazing ass. She shudders, pulls up her pants, smiles and kisses my cheek. "Thank you for that. Sorry I was such a bitch earlier, but I promise to be better." With that she turns to leave the bathroom, but I grab her wrist and pull her back to me. "No, you clean my dick and put it back in my pants for me. You were a bitch and I will not be treated this way again, understood?" She looks shocked, she hates sucking dick but she gets down and begins licking my dick clean. Once finished, she puts it back in my pants and zips them up. Then she stands before me waiting to see if that's all. "Good girl. Now you get back to work and later I will be over to fuck you again so you know not to do this," I tell her this half-heartedly as I stare into those eyes. If I keep staring into her eyes I'll lose all will to dominate her much longer. She smiles and walks out, holding a hand over what I'm sure is her dripping crotch. I take a moment to compose myself. I worked up quite a good sweat after that fucking I just gave her. Walking out the kitchenette area and up the hall, I pass by Brandi. She blushes a deep red and flashes her eyes to the med-tech standing nearby and mouths to me, "she heard." Turning towards the med-tech, she looks up and smiles, gives a wink then blushes. Then she picks up her phone and sends me a text: 'that was hot I almost reached an orgasm and didn't even touch myself. please tell me you are going to use her again' Shortly after a second text follows, 'I would love to hear that. please.' After reading this text, I smile look at her, nod, then and walk away... Work Stress Relief Shaking her head, she realized it was going to be a long day. Although nothing had gone wrong so far, it was shaping up to be a really long, boring day of reports and reviews. Lori was in Picton for the day, and Linda was gone to meetings in Trenton , so the department was quiet for a change. She had left the outer door closed, and few people realized she was in at all, leaving her to the relative peace and quiet of her own office. She could see movement outside occasionally through the blinds that somewhat covered the windows along to the top of her office wall, and wondered what it would be like to sit naked at your desk, doing all of your daily routine tasks like typing your reports, filing your weekly memos, even answering the phone with no one having the slightest idea that you were totally naked while you spoke to them. She shook her head, the idea laughable, she could never do something like that, but she did admit it did excite her as she sat there. She hadn't even realized that as she daydreamed her hand had slid down onto her thigh, sliding under her skirt and was slowly, gently caressing her inner thigh. She stopped, startled and looked around. She realized that no one could see her, and slowly stood up, hands sliding down along her thighs, her fingers sliding under her skirt, fingers sliding back up along the smooth skin of her thighs, fingertips reaching upwards to the waistband of her panties, hooking her fingers over the waistband, and slowly sliding the silky panties over her round ass, and over her hips. The thin elastic, flattening her thick bush as she slid the thin material downward, revealing her hair covered slit momentarily as the panties slid down her thighs, before her skirt fell down, covering her nakedness again. She slid them off over her shoes, and slipped them into her purse, which sat on the floor beside her chair. Feeling somewhat daring, she quickly undid the buttons on her suit jacket, quickly slipping it off over her shoulders and hanging it over the back of her chair, revealing the fullness of her breasts covered only by the tight, white bra she had put on that morning. She quickly reached behind her, the paused for a moment to consider what she was doing, then deciding that she had promised that she should be impulsive and explore her sexuality when the mood hit. She undid the hooks and slid the straps down over her shoulders, the formed cups sliding down off of her breasts, the edge catching for a moment on he hardening nipples, causing her to laugh at the sight. She slid them down over her arms, and put her bra into her purse as well, then pulled her jacket back on over her now blood filled nipples, her breath catching as her jacket brushed against them as she pulled it closed, and redid the buttons up again. Now clothed again, she relaxed somewhat, but felt the rush of excitement as she sat, sensing the wetness now evident between her legs, the idea of what she was doing, making her excitement begin to build. Her fingers shook slightly from the excitement then relaxed and she again began to type the report she had been working on. As she realized that occasionally she could see shoulders, and the odd hat of people walking by on the sidewalk outside, she realized that while it was possible someone could see in, it was really unlikely. She reached up again for the top button of her jacket , and undid the buttons, sliding the jacket back off of her shoulders and then, removing it, hung it gently over the back of her chair. She figured there was no sense leaving the skirt on at this point, so she slowly slid it down over her long legs, and folded it neatly and placed it on the edge of her desk. The excitement was electric as she looked down, her breasts now bare, her dark aureole contrasting sharply against her slight tan on her freckled breasts, her nipples sticking out proudly from them. Her quickening breath causing her breasts to sway slightly as they heaved with the growing excitement. She reached up, caressing her breasts, pulling gently at first at her hard nipples, then more insistently, twisting them and pulling them, before releasing them, again staring at their size and how erect they were. She could again feel the warm, wetness of her own lubrication as she squeezed her thighs together, then released them, closing her eyes as the sensations shot through her body, her now erect clitoris pulsing as the engorged lips of her vagina pressed against it. She slowly slid her thighs open, allowing them to slide over each side of the chair, her now hot, damp gash open and vulnerable as she tried to type at her report. Her one hand slipped off of the keyboard, her fingers tracing their way through the dark bush, to brush against her hard clitoris, rubbing small circles around its erect nub, before sliding down the length of her slit, her fingertip slipping just inside of the hot wetness. Her other hand slid off the keyboard as well, tracing along her inner thigh, down along the side of her bush, brushing against her tight anus...she paused as she realized she need to get something. She stood quickly, breasts heaving from the excitement, as she opened her office door and looking out, dashed naked down the short and into the bathroom looking for it....she scanned the shelves and then recognized its familiar shape and logo. the white tube, and blue lettering ..KY Jelly...thank god she worked in a hospital..she grabbed the tube, then rushed back into her office closing the door. She sat on the edge of her desk, back to the window as she lay down upon the cool surface of the desk, her legs drawn up against her buttocks, thighs open as she opened the tube, spreading the cool lube on the four fingers of her right hand, then adding some to her left fingertips. Her slippery right hand reached down between her legs, her fingers playing at the opening of her vagina, one, then two fingers slipping deep inside of her, in and out...she traced a third finger along the edge and slipped it inside along the other two. Her other hand again slid down along the edge of her thigh, her fingers again touching the tight circle of her other hole, her finger playing around its tight muscles, pushing against it more insistently, gasping as she felt it slip past the ring of muscles to slide deeper inside, her fingers feeling the other fingers as she drove them in her vagina, faster and faster.. She could see movement and shadows outside of her windows but at this point she didn’t care if someone walked into her office, much less by the outside of it. She drove her fingers in and out of her gaping hole, her index finger of her other hand buried in her asshole, the stimulation causing the scream to start to build inside of her as the orgasm started to wash over her body, waves of raw nerve endings all lighting up at once, she continued this ballet of movement until she felt her breathing slow and become steady again…..as she sat up on the desk, she noticed the wet, slick sheen on her desk, evidence of the past few moments..she smiled as she dressed, realizing her memos would really have that “something extra” this week... Work Stress Relief "Welcome aboard John," the man said, extending his hand out for a shake. "Thanks Mr. Johnson," John replied. It had been a typical first day on the job for John -- boring training videos and even more boring discussions about the company policies and procedures. Even the lady who was doing the orientation told them up front it was going to be boring, but she had to do it anyway. She would do silly things to try to make it all interesting, even slipping everyone some candy here and there. Towards the end of the morning, the training came to a close and the manager, Mr. Johnson, arrived to give his speech. Not a speech exactly, but more the "welcome to the team" stuff that managers always seem to do. In the middle of it John wondered how managers were always so peppy all the time. Once the speech was over, everyone else went home, except for John. Someone had called in sick and they asked him if he could start that afternoon. His evening plans had consisted of playing video games and watching porn, so he agreed to stay. The bookstore was rather busy for a weekday, but no one could really figure out why; school was still in session and people were supposed to be working. But the doors kept opening and people kept coming in and spending their money. When John got out to the floor he met with Kathy, his new supervisor. She was in her late 30's, wearing black slacks and a blue blouse. She was nice, if humorless, but she took John under her wing and efficiently showed him the ropes. Within a short time, he found himself in the erotica section re-organizing the books. (Kathy made him do it, honest!). While he was adjusting a full shelf, a few books fell on the floor. As expected, John went to pick them up, but unexpected was the cleavage that he nearly fell into when he crouched down. It was very nice cleavage, contained in a black loose shirt with a deep V-neck. Peeking out of that was a lovely black silky bra, pushing the previously-mentioned cleavage upwards. The surprise of finding said cleavage in front of him threw John off balance. He ended up falling right smack on his butt, looking slightly dazed. The first sound that penetrated his fog was a giggle, so John turned his gaze up and saw raven hair framing a woman's face. Her face was oval, with a soft chin and thin eyelashes. Ocean-colored eyes met below the lashes and her lips were thin but still kissable. "You okay?" she said while extending a hand. "Yeah, thanks," John said. He took her hand and she helped him to his feet. Introductions were made and she said her name was Vicki. Apparently she had also been called in and was going to be finishing the shift with John. They both just looked at each other for a moment, until a cough from a patron a few aisles over brought them out of their trance. They both laughed a little and then realized that the books were still on the ground, so each bent over and retrieved a couple of the fallen volumes. John looked at his and was intrigued but placed it back on the shelf. Vicki, however, took the book she picked up and was reading the back cover. "That is hot," she said as she placed the book back in its home. John began to blush a bit, going back to his work and hoping Vicki wouldn't notice. She did, of course, and chuckled a bit when she saw his reaction. She looked around then whispered in his ear, "Everyone does it and you know it." Before she could say anything else, a young girl came around the corner needing help. Vicki gave a wink and took her by the hand to help her find the children's section. But what she said stuck in John's head, echoing loudly inside his brain. He just stood there for a moment, slightly dumbfounded. He didn't want to read into it, but damn if her sexy voice didn't stir what was inside his pants! "Code 4, all associates Code 4," came a voice over the in-store intercom. With a curse, John made his way to the registers, remembering his fake smile. What that page meant was that everyone who knew how to run a cash register was needed up front. No one had shown him how to do that yet, but he decided to show some initiative. When he got to the front it was crazy; he really didn't know where to jump in, but Kathy saw him and guided him. She thanked him for coming up, and then set him to work bagging books for the customers. She said it would have been grounds for murder to toss him on a register now, and expressed her gratitude again for his coming and helping. The rest of the day was like that, lots of customers everywhere. And it seemed that John volunteered for trouble when he went to the front that first time. After that, every time he would try to get back to his scheduled duties, or find Vicki, he would be paged. Vicki, instead, was the one who found him, twirling her black skirt and adding a wink before slinking off. This aroused John further but he managed to keep his mind on his work, trying to ignore his slowly growing arousal to her. On his breaks and lunch, they seemed to keep missing each other. But whenever they would pass by she would always give him a wink and blow him a kiss. John couldn't believe how she was flirting with him but it was very damn obvious. It had been a while since John had had a girlfriend or had gotten any form of sex (not counting his right hand), so the constant flirting drove John insane. It took him beyond aroused, to flat out horny. But she was always going left when he went right. Before John realized it, it was nearly closing time and there wasn't a customer in the place. He went into the back room, looking for a cart to start picking up the books left behind when he heard something. He slowly and quietly made his way to the back corner of the storage room. He found the source of the sounds and was stunned at the sight. Vicki was on the floor sitting on a gray sweatshirt, leaning against the wall. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and she had on no panties. Her shirt was pulled up and her bra flipped up as well, freeing both her lovely breasts. Currently her left hand was squeezing her breasts and twisting her left nipple. Her eyes were closed as her right hand was sliding two fingers into her pussy at a quick pace. She squeezed her left tit and twisted the nipple painfully, John thought. But the very sexy moan Vicki let escape her mouth meant that he was wrong. He just stood there watching this, his dick becoming harder in his pants. He wasn't worried about getting busted because to the left of her was a stack of boxes, filled with who knows, what stacked to the ceiling. He just stood there and watched her, slowly rubbing the front of his pants. He looked for the novel of erotica that he figured had gotten her this aroused. But instead he heard her whisper 'oh John' as she moved her left hand to her clit, stimulating it, as well as the fingers already sliding in and out of her pussy. With great reluctance John slipped out of the room, only doing so because he knew she was getting close to her orgasm. But he had to adjust himself before going back onto the floor to make sure everyone didn't get an eyeful. When he came back out Kathy told him to listen to Vicki and do whatever she said. She handed him the keys and he walked her to the door and closed it behind her with a wave. With the door shut and the lights off John went straight toward the backroom, lust boiling over in his mind. But as he rounded a corner almost to the door a pair of hands grabbed him and threw him from behind into a bookshelf. He back slammed against the shelf as Vicki came around to his front and started to kiss him passionately. Their arms were all over each other, feeling and touching. She assaulted his lips, fusing them with hers with all the passion she contained. Tongues darted into each other's mouths, exploring the lust between them. Clothing of both kinds dropped to the floor and within a moment, Vicki was on her knees sucking John's throbbing dick. He looked down and watched Vicki, who turned her eyes up to him while taking his eight inches into her mouth. She took him in deeply, then slowly raked her teeth along the length of his shaft as she slowly pulled away from him. John let out a loud groan as Vicki slid his dick from her mouth, her teeth causing a whirlwind in his already lust-filled mind. She then returned to sucking him, quickly sliding his hardness in and out of her mouth. She grinned around his hard dick, loving the looks of lust that were emerging from John. She took a moment and took her mouth away and just jerked his dick. He grunted and moaned and begged her to keep sucking him. She did, only after taking her nails and gliding them all over his balls and up the bottom of his shaft all the way to his tip. "Fuck," John yelled. He had never known anyone so sexy in all his life. "Gladly," Vicki says as she gets onto her hands and knees. It took John a second to stop trembling from the blowjob and get his wits about him. He looked and saw Vicki wanting to be fucked, and lowered himself down to his knees behind her. He decided to tease her a bit, and slid a finger inside her. He found that she was sopping wet, and he listened to her as he teased with the finger inside her. He pumped the finger inside her, and then he slid another, and worked both fingers into Vicki. She cried out loudly, grunting and moaning. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she chants. She feels an orgasm building in her. "Take that cock and fuck me John." "No," he says and starts to tongue her pussy. Flicking and licking all over her pussy and finding her clit. He then switches his attention to just her clit, teasing it with fingers and tongue. Rubbing it then flicking his tongue all over it. Vicki starts to say 'fuck me' over and over in a mindless chant. "FUCK!" Vicki yelled. Thomas stopped licking and, with a single thrust, filled Vicki with is throbbing dick. She let out a scream as he grabbed her hips and started to pound her. Their bodies began to sweat just a little. The fucking they were doing would wear anyone out, but they just kept screaming and ramming away. "Use..use me," she started, "I like it rough and dirty." John didn't miss a beat, he just kept ramming her. But then he got an inspiration and slapped her ass. She let out a moan at this, so he did it a bit harder. But still not interrupting his rhythm of working himself into her. The more he slapped her ass the more vocal she would become. Then he reached out and grabbed her hair and carefully pulled on it. All the while he keep his dick filling her pussy, savoring the moment. "Oh yeah John, fuck yeah," she exclaimed between thrusts. John didn't know how much longer he was going to last and he told her so. She told him to just fuck, so he kept a grip on her hips and kept thrusting into her. They both went back to moans and grunts, letting themselves go in the moment. The sweat began to build on both of them. Vicki's ass became redder as John kept slapping it; she also loved when he yanked her hair a few times. The first time he did she let him know with a scream that she liked it. So he kept at in between slapping her ass. Then before either knew what happened, they both came at the same time. They barely stayed on their hands and knees as the waves of their orgasms took them, shaking them to the core, but somehow they managed to stay in that position. Once they pulled apart, Vicki stretch out onto her stomach with John coming up next to her. "So.....how was your first day?" she asked, still slightly out of breath. "I think I am going to like working here." (This is my first story that I have made public. Good or bad please email me at and tell me what you think. I hope you all like it!!!) Work Study Guy Ok, the story goes like this. The old man cut out when I was six. Mom raised me until I was 14 and then she cut out with some ass hole from Hollywood. Seems like Mom and Hollywood got in a bad car wreck out on the interstate. So, here I am at 14, the mofo what in complete charge. I go down to the kiddie high school and set up a work-study type thing with one of the companies out in the big industrial park. I have to fib about my age, as they do not allow children of 14 to be exploited. I mean, 16 OK, but 14 no go. (I have no idea why; don’t ask.) The insurance settlement from Mom’s death is a cool $100,000. Nice, but not enough to retire on. So, I get a fairly decent two-stroke motorcycle and work things out with the heat so I can ride back and forth to work and the grocery store with no license. It is an easy sale, as otherwise I might be a heavy financial drain on the state. I spend my first two years at work working on the big new computer installation. They got a new building and all kinds of communication gear. Since I am just a kid, I get to crawl around the ceilings and tug the new wiring into place. I keep my mouth shut and my eyes and ears open. When the contractor walks out, I am the only one who knows enough to finish the job. With the work and school thing, I am a total unknown at school and just the kid who crawls around the ceilings at work. Down at Willie’s Joint I am the guy who cleans up the Friday night Texas Hold ‘Em game. If I don’t have some break from school and work, I die. My last two years of high school and work are kind of strange. A big company buys our little local operation and a couple of sharpies come in to run the company. Run it into the ground, that is. Since I am really running the computer operation by this time, I can see what is happening but I can do nothing. Well, not quite nothing. I buy something called puts. They are a stock type of thing and get real valuable when a company’s stock price goes down. I run the $100,000 into $2.3 million after tax over two years. This includes laundering something like $200,000 from Willie’s Joint. I also do a couple of other creative things. Just before I graduate from high school, the feds come in. I get called in to this room with three FBI (or whatever) guys. “You are Joseph Riley?” “No, my name is Joe Riley, just Joe, not Joseph.” “Mr. Riley, you have been buying puts in your company’s stock for over two years. Do you want to tells us why?” “Yeah, my boss is a dumb mofo. If they got a guy like that in charge and the rest of the ezecatives don’t know, stock gotta go down.” “Are you acquainted with any of the ah . . . ezecatives?” “Well, except for my boss, no. I sho’ would like to get acquainted with Miss Rhone, the big boss’ secretary. I hear the bitch can suck the chrome off a bumper hitch from 20 feet away. However, bein’ a minor child, I wouldn’t know first hand about anything like that.” “Very interesting, Mr. Riley. However, you don’t know anything about the day to day operations of the company?” “Well, I understand that Cohen, the mofo CEO rippin’ off a piece most ev’ry day from his secretary. I sho’ would like to get at that hot ass bitch myself!” “We were thinking more of the financial side.” “Well, they say that Ms. Anderson over in accounting will put out for $100. However, bein’ a minor child, I wouldn’t know first hand about anything like that.” “We meant company financial side.” “Well, they say Miss Closse been rippin’ off like $50 a week out of petty cash to support her live in boy. Mofo be a stone wimp. Don’t know why she bothers.” Strangely enough, the feds do not press me too hard for more info. The new management comes in. The CEO calls me in. “Mr. Riley, the company is in difficult financial straits. We are going to have to operate in a much more efficient manner.” The sumbitch pauses for some kinda effect. He turns and gives me the executive stare, “Do you think you can run the computer operation?” I say, “I have been doing just exactly that for almost two years. I make up the schedules, write the reports and see that the work gets done. For the last six months I have even written the employee evaluations.” The CEO and I had a longish talk. There were some real issues, but I had the computer data to let us win. The CEO then made his first offer. The CEO says, “Excellent. Your boss no longer works for the company. You are now the IT Department Manager. Your salary will be increased to $55K per year.” I say, “At that salary, I would be the lowest paid IT Manager in the city and by quite a margin. Plus, I can do more that the other IT Managers.” The CEO leans forward. “How?” I say, “Your predecessor looted the company and thinks he hid his share in a bank down in the West Indies. However, I run the company computers. The money is sitting in a bank in KC. You tell me where and you got it back Monday morning.” The CEO kind of leans back in shock, “What do you think you are worth?” I tell him, “The average salary for an IT manager is $83K per year. Since I am young, I will ask $80K per year.” I get it! I have now graduated from high school and I got me a position. I am 18 and I decide that the next thing I need is to check out the local cunt. Now, Heather is the hottest babe in town. She, like I, just graduated and her old man was a Senior VP at my company. I say was. He got the heave-ho along with most all of the top management. I don’t have Heather’s phone number, so I go over and ring the doorbell. Heather kind of peeks around the edge of the door and runs off crying. I aint the most handsome guy in town, but I aint that bad! Hannah, Heather’s mother, comes to the door. Hannah looks at me with a ‘you insect’look. However, she tells me to come in. Hannah is in the midst of a heavy booze trip. She looks at me a little bleary eyed. “OK, my husband ran off. I am divorcing him anyway, so no problem. I no longer have his salary coming in and I will have to sell the house. Since my husband no longer has a job, there will be no money from him. The only thing Heather and I have is some stock in the company. It is pretty much worthless. How much do you think we can get and how long?” I look at Hannah. “The company will recover pretty quickly. By six months to a year, the shares should go from about $1.30 to perhaps $30. I am the IT Manager and I know what I am talking about.” Hannah kind of dissolves. “The house will not bring even enough to pay off the mortgage. Heather and I have maybe a week’s money on hand. We will lose everything. Six months to a year might as well be forever.” I say to Hannah, “You know every lady in town connected with the company. If they can hold out, they can at least get out with something. A lot of money has been stolen from the company. Mostly the computer has records of all of the stolen money transactions. The current files and the backup files were destroyed before the previous management left. I have a secret set of backups. The feds have the data and the company will recover almost all of the money. It will take a few months and there will be some legal action, but there is no real doubt. If the ladies can hold out, they will be able to cash in the company stock held by their former husbands and should have at least enough money to start over.” Hannah looked at me for a while, then sort of whispered, “How do they, and I for that matter, survive in the meantime?” I said, “If we organize the ladies, there are a few executive secretary jobs open, what with the ladies who left with the rascals. That should allow some of the ladies to make it. As for the rest, there is a very hard solution, but it is the only way.” Hannah said, “That is nice, but I am not an executive secretary.” I said, “No, and I can offer you a deal that will let you survive. However, you have to talk the rest of the ladies into the scheme. Thus, you and Heather will have to do the hard solution.” Heather looked puzzled. “What is your hard solution?” I said, “The company needs to keep everything calm for the next six months. That means no dumping of company shares. The CEO will right the ship and no one drowns. There is, however, no cash. Thus, if your shares and my shares are to be worth a lot of money, all of the ladies have to play ball. None of the ladies has any choice. However, they are going to have to be talked into the only solution. You are the only one who can do that and you and Heather are going to have to do something you definitely do not want to do.” Hannah looked at me with hope and fear. “What do I have to do?” For the ladies who cannot get executive secretary jobs, there is only one hope. Willie’s Joint is going to do the nudie bar thing. They will pay top wages for top girls. It is a mean job, but it will get pretty much everyone through the next six months or so. It is the only way but it will still be tough to sell. There is only one way you will sell the idea.” Hannah put her head in her hands. “It won’t work. OK, I can still do . . . That sort of thing, but most of the ladies cannot.” I said, “I know. But their daughters can. It is the only way. Once the matter is settled, the ladies and daughters can move elsewhere with enough money to start over and no one will know. However, there is only one way you are going to sell the idea.” We argued back and forth, Hannah and I. She finally came to accept the situation. However, she assured me that none of the other ladies would. I got Hannah to make a phone call. I listened on the extension. Hannah called Allison’s mother. Heather was the hottest babe in town. Allison was a close second. Allison’s mother listened to Hannah describe my solution. To Hannah’s great surprise, but not mine, Allison’s mother finally said, “Look, If we have to cut and run, Allison will wind up married to some nothing. I am not going to let that happen. If the only way out is for Allison to dance nude, Allison will dance nude and whatever. But, I have to be sure that the money will be there after Allison dances.” Hannah nearly dropped the phone. However, she wrapped up with Allison’s mother. There would be many more calls and a great deal more work. However, the two ladies had basically decided the same way almost all of the other ladies would. Their daughters would dance nude because there was no other way out. I would have to move in with Hannah and Heather, because I was the only one still one the inside. I could provide company information and even get some useful information from the other ladies. The only way the ladies would play ball is if they had an inside source. Now, I had figured this and was planning to make my move on Hannah. However, what actually happened was quite a surprise. Hannah and Heather came down from Heather’s room and talked to me. Both Hannah and Heather had to do the nude dancing thing. If they would not do it, the other ladies could not talk their daughters into the duty. That I had already figured. I was surprised at how easily Hannah had talked Heather into the nude dancing duty. Heather said, “I am not going to abandon my mother, because she would not abandon me. With the money from the stock and the nude dancing, we can move somewhere else and no one will know. However, you are going to have to do your share!” Heather stood up and lifted her skirt. She was wearing no panties. If I have to screw customers, I am going to need more experience. So you can just come upstairs with me and I am going to screw your brains out. At a time like that, who needs brains? We went upstairs and both stripped. I did retain enough brains to make Heather suck on my cock a bit first, just like she might have to do for a customer. I almost came as she wrapped her lips around my throbbing rod. I did manage to get us over to the bed and I mounted Heather. I entered her hot wet pussy and got my full length in on the very first stroke. I tried to take my time and make it last forever, but all too soon I could feel both of us getting to the edge of the cliff and over we went! Afterwards I told Heather how good she was and how sexy. Heather kind of cuddled even closer to me and said, “I just want you to remember all of those nice things for the other girls!” I said, “The other girls?” Heather said, “Well, all of us are just 18. So we are going to need a little training first. Since you are involved, you are the trainer.” I said, “Well, I will do what is necessary. However, I am going to have to work down after starting with the best!” Heather said, “Oh, you are just trying to get another screw. Well, OK. However, that will be the last tonight. My mother has done without since my worthless father ran off and she will need some training too.” With one screw down, I was able to last a bit longer and actually got Heather to one orgasm before I joined her in the second.” We cuddled afterward and I tried to imagine ‘having’ to screw almost all of the hottest babes in town, probably on a regular basis. Oh, I would do it. But my dream life was going to be pretty well shot after that. However, in desperate circumstances, we all would have to make sacrifices! Work Study Guy Ch. 02 Ok, the story goes like this. The old man cut out when I was six. Mom raised me until I was 14 and then she cut out with some ass hole from Hollywood. Mom and Hollywood died in a car accident, leaving me with a little insurance money. With no real choice, I became a work-study guy. I got a very minor job with one of the companies out in the big industrial park. In a normal situation, I would have remained as a flunky. However, a big company buys our little local operation and a couple of sharpies come in to run the company; run the company into the ground that is. People kept leaving the company and things looked bad. I use some stock options called puts and I run the insurance money into $2.3 million after tax over two years. I am also the guy who cleans up the Friday night Texas Hold 'Em game down at Willie's Joint. If I don't have some break from school and work, I die. By the time I turn 18 and graduate from high school, the feds have come in and they chase out the crooks. It turns out that the crooks were not quite as smart as they thought. Much of the money they stole is not in a Caribbean bank, it is stashed in a bank in KC thanks to yours truly. New management comes in and I get promoted to IT Manager. Since I am 18 and maybe a little rich, I decide that the next thing I need is to check out the local cunt. I check with Heather, the hottest babe in town. She and her mother Hannah are in bad shape financially. They have no money coming in and will lose everything. I point out that the company will recover pretty quickly. In six months to a year, the stock should rise from about $1.30 to perhaps $30. I also point out that I am the IT Manager and I know what I am talking about. Hannah and Heather can not wait for six months or a year. They have maybe a week's money. Many of the other executive wives and daughters are in the same situation. I point out that there are a few executive secretary jobs open and that I can try to put in a word with top management. However, for most of the ladies there is only one hope. Willie's Joint is going to do the nudie bar thing. They will pay top wages for top girls. It is a mean job, but it will get pretty much everyone through the next six months or so. It is the only way but it will still be tough to sell. However, there is only one way Hannah can sell the idea. Hannah and Heather have to both dance nude. Hannah is one of the few mothers who can still do this and she has to do it if she is to sell the idea. Hannah does sell the idea, since there is no other way out except more or less permanent poverty. I screw Heather to start her training. Then I also screw Hannah, since she has had to do without since her worthless husband ran off. I move in with Hannah and Heather, because I was the only one still one still on the inside of the company and I could provide good company information and even get some useful information from the other ladies. The next night, Allison and Alma, her mother, come over. They are greeted by nude Heather and Hannah. Well, actually both ladies are wearing stiletto heels and nylons. They point out to Allison and Alma that Allison will need to dance and waitress nude and if she is going to do it, now is the time. Allison goes into the bathroom and strips to nude. When she comes back, nude Heather and Allison serve coffee and cake. We sip and snack as I explain the full situation. I then have Heather and Allison wait on me while I feel them up and down! They will have to put up with the touchy-feely thing at Willie's Joint and there is no time like the present to get started with training. Allison begins to moan right away and I take her upstairs while Heather and Hannah continue to sell Alma. Allison continues to protest that she has really never done this sort of thing before. However, when we get to the bedroom, she wants to do it doggy style the first time, because she does not want to be pinned down if I get too rough. Allison is so hot that there is lube leaking down her leg. She gets down and I mount her. I get my cock all the way up to my balls into Allison on the first stroke. It is just as well, since Allison tries to do an ass wiggle to get me off quick. I am too deep into Allison for her to make her little tricks work. I make the most of each stroke and Allison quickly begins to lose control. She tries to collapse on the ground. I let her go and then remount after turning her. As I get deep into Allison, she begins to make the kind of noise I like to hear. She lets the rest of the house know she is getting it hard and deep. Perhaps because of the interruption thing, I am able to last a while and I completely dominate Allison until she climaxes noisily. The intensity of Allison's climax pulls me along and I cum hard! I get cleaned up and go downstairs. Alma is very upset and does not really want to talk to me. I point out that Allison will have to do what we just did and more on a night by night basis. Allison needs to get trained in hootchy kootch dancing, walking around nude and also in 'keeping the customer happy.' Alma says that she really ought to shoot me. I point out that I do not have enough time for Alma to shoot me, because we have another girl scheduled for the not too distant future. Alma's mouth drops open and she cannot form real words. About this time, Allison strolls in wearing just tiny little thong panties. She and her mother exchange a few words. Most of what her mother says is nonsense, but Allison firmly points out that it is Willie's Joint or the streets. Allison and Alma leave. Dierdre and Donna arrive. Dierdre damn near bolts when she sees naked Heather and Hannah. Donna restrains her. Heather and Hannah point out to Dierdre and Donna that Dierdre will need to dance and waitress nude if Dierdre and Donna are to survive financially. If Dierdre is going to do it, the time is now. Heather has to take Dierdre into the bathroom and Dierdre strips to nude. When she comes back, nude Allison serves coffee and cake. Dierdre is too mortified to be of any real use. We sip and snack as I explain the full situation. I then have Dierdre stand in front of me while I feel her up and down! She will have to put up with the touchy-feely thing at Willie's Joint and there is no time like the present to get started with training. Dierdre damn near climaxes while I am working on her and she wants to be somewhere else. Donna is not going to let her go anywhere but upstairs. I take Dierdre upstairs. As we get to the bedroom, I find out what Dierdre's problem is. Dierdre becomes a 'complete whore' if she lets a boy work on her tits or pussy. I point out that is a damn good thing for a dancer in a nudie bar. The customers expect it and the girls damn well furnish it. I tell her that most girls have to fake it and Dierdre will get to that point. Thus, Dierdre needs to remember what it feels like now, so that she can do good fake when the money is on the line. Dierdre lies down for me and I mount her. Actually, Dierdre's legs come up to grab my torso and Dierdre might be described as mounting me. Whatever! As I thrust, Dierdre pumps her tight young ass against my thrusts and I get deep into Dierdre quickly. Dierdre does not hold anything back. We move like two animals in the jungle. I concentrate on getting deep and hard into her, while Dierdre wants it faster. I do not go faster, because even with the fuck of Alliison, I will cum to soon if I go any faster. It is so damn good I forget the overall mission and just submerge myself in the fucking of Dierdre. I can feel Dierdre's internal muscles working my cock, much more so than with either Heather or Allison. It is an incredibly fun ride and I am sorry when Dierdre and I hit the finish line together. Dierdre is not sorry. Dierdre is completely and totally involved. She climaxes hard and noisily and then sort of collapses back onto the bed. I roll off Dierdre and began to work a little on her big tits. After a time, Dierdre begins to complain that she is exhausted and do not work her up to a fuck again. I tell Dierdre that she will get herself cleaned up and appear downstairs with nothing but a pair of panties on. She will damn well display herself and offer herself for anything sexual that is needed. I get cleaned up and go back downstairs. Donna has a sort of knowing smirk on her face. She tells me and the room that Dierdre is hotter than hell with a boy and will require little training. Donna then asks me if Dierdre was not the best in bed. I politely point out to Donna that I do not discuss the girls I am training, unless it is to suggest specific work that they need. What each girl does and how well or poorly she does it is between her and me. Donna thinks about this for a few moments and then tells me that she is losing weight and wants to be a Willie's Joint girl. She then virtuously explains that, if she asks Dierdre to dance nude, she can hardly refuse to do the same thing. I tell Donna that everyone needs to get involved. If Donna wants to do it and can qualify, so much the better. Donna asks me what I mean by qualify. I point out to Donna and, of course, Heather and Hannah that I do not make the decision about who dances at Willie's Joint and who does not. The manager does his own testing and the girls had damn well better be ready. About this time, Dierdre has come back into the room. Dierdre is not wearing panties, but she is wearing a French bra. Dierdre calmly explains that I said just panties, but she really needs the French bra for her big tits. She then states that, if she is going to be a whore, she damn well needs to display the merchandise to best advantage! I point out that Dierdre will have to fuck and more on a night by night basis. I also point out that Dierdre needs to get trained in hootchy kootch dancing. I continue to explain that Dierdre needs to really determine the dynamics of her rather large breasts while she is dancing. I point out that jiggle is good, flop is not. I then point out that Dierdre needs to practice walking around nude and also in 'keeping the customer happy.' Dierdre does a couple of slow steps in front of the group and then suddenly realizes that she is exposing herself in front of neighbors. The thin facade of confidence begins to crack. I point out that she is doing well and that she should continue. Heather gets up and also begins to dance in front of us. Hannah, Donna and I begin to clap time as the girls gyrate. I say 'typical customer.' I then begin to make the kind of rank comments that a girl might hear from drunk customers in Willie's Joint. I motion to the two ladies to join in. Donna throws in some zingers, but Hannah does not do too well. After a while, the girls stop their dance. Dierdre has not done too badly, but she is not really willing and there will be a lot more work needed in the near future. I go over some problems and some work that needs to be done. Dierdre is not too happy, but Donna will see that what needs to get done gets done. Then and Dierdre and Donna leave. It is now bedtime and it is Heather's turn. She asks me if I am going to be able to satisfy her after my 'efforts this evening.' I know I can do it, but I suddenly realize that I have been watching two sexy girls dance naked for me and I do not have a raging hard on. What I say to Heather is, "I always save the best for last!" Work Surprise Just try and imagine my surprise when I stopped by my wife's office the other day, only to find her begging for one of her workers to "Fuck her harder, to bang her like the she was." A little bit of history, I'm 46, my wife just turned 40, we've been married for 10+ years and live a comfortable life in a quiet small town. Our sex life hasn't exactly been anything to write home about for the past four or five years, mostly because she refuses to use birth control, and I refuse to get a vasectomy. I guess most of our lack of intimacy can be blamed on my. I don't want to have any more children, I've already fathered four, and don't wish to have any more. Yet I have this fear of surgery, so I refrained from having the vasectomy surgery done. Anyway, back to the story... Our offices are only a couple of blocks away, so I thought I'd surprise my wife and show up on her in the late afternoon. Even though we've not been close sexually, we've always been able to talk business and each others jobs. I figured I'd stop by and get her away from work and go have a drink or two and shoot the breeze. Truth be known, I just wanted a head start on my daily routine of getting shit-faced. As I came to the front door of her office, the front door was locked. I knew she was there because her car was parked out front. I also knew of the back door entry through the alley behind the movie theater. I walked around to the alley and walked in the back door. As I entered the door I heard what I can only describe as total passion. It was Debbie, she was proclaiming how much she loved "his" black dick. How "her" pussy was his, and that she was his little white fuck slut. I couldn't believe my ears, as I slowly crept around and down the small flight of stairs. As I crept down those stairs I heard more and more, I heard a deep voice proclaiming "you ride that black dick you white whore." My mind raced as to what the hell must have been going on as I peeked around the corner, and what I saw dropped me dead in my tracks. There was my lovely white bride of ten years straddling a black man whom was sitting on the toilet. Her panties were on the floor, her skirt was bunched up around her waste, and she was naked from the waste up. She was bouncing up and down on the biggest dick I'd ever seen and begging for more. She was out of control as she rode his fat black cock, his hands and mouth were busy on her tits as he told her to ride his fat black dick. I couldn't actually believe what I was seeing. Here was my bride of the past ten years telling this black man how much she loved his fat black cock, which by her reaction was very obvious. She must have cum five times riding him before he all but lifted her up and placed her on the sink counter. He roughly spread her legs and began rubbing his bloated fat black cock all over her wet pussy lips. I then noticed whom he was, it was Oscar, he'd been working for her for the past year. He was in his mid- 50's and would have been the last guy I'd have thought would hit on my wife. As soon as Debbie's ass hit the counter of the sink, Oscar sunk his black dick into her, and it wasn't gentle by any means. He grabbed both of her legs behind the knees and was driving his fat black cock into her while she was lost in yet another orgasm begging him to fuck her white pussy. Debbie's left hand was busy working her clit, while her right hand was pulling on the nipple of her right breast as she looked Oscar in the eye, telling him to fuck her white pussy with his big black dick. After slamming his old fat black dick into her for what seemed like forever, he finally pulled out and told her he was going to cum. She begged for him to cum for his white slut, and spurted his cum all over her. I was amazed at how much this old man came, he shot jets of his cum not only on her tits, and up onto her face. Debbie had one hand working her clit, and one rubbing the spurts of his cum over her tits and face as she came again. She was obviously his, and I suddenly couldn't figure out how to get the hell out of there. There passion was hard to describe. Their fucking was the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed. I can never let her know what I saw, I can never let her know how turned on I was by her infidelity.