0 comments/  16192 views/  1 favorites

Work

By: firewireangel



You come home late from work one night. You're tired and the only thing on your mind is plopping into bed and falling into an exhausted sleep. You open the door. The lights are off. Your husband must have gone to bed already. Walking through the house you don't bother to turn on lights, as you peel off clothes worn for many more hours that day than they should have been. You drop a cloth article on a couch as you pass. Your stockings lay in a heap on the floor, and your skirt at the threshold to the doorway. It's only a couple more yards before you make it to your bed. Your mind is already shutting down as you open the door and see the large, soft, mattress. Too tired to fumble with your last articles of clothing, you fall onto the bed and start to doze off without even moving to cover yourself with a sheet. Your fatigue slowly drifts from your body as you grow closer and closer to dark oblivion. 

   A hand covers your own hand, and you hear your husband whispering his love for you. He must have been waiting here in the darkness for you to enter. The message you left was just that you'd be a little late. Vaguely you remember smelling food that had been prepared for you, and had perhaps been waiting for you on the dining room table. You try to sit up against your overriding fatigue, but the other in the room places a finger to your lips and he tells you to just relax. Realizing that you'd rather do just that, you comply, and close your eyes as his fingers run through your hair and he bends over you to kiss you deeply. You kiss back with all the energy you have, but you know that it isn't much. His lips pass down your neck, you feel his hair cascading around your face and it tickles your shoulder gently and comfortingly. His soft breath against your flesh causes goose bumps to rise on your delicate skin. 

   You lazily reach a hand up to touch his cheek. He covers it with one of his own and kisses your palm and wrist. His other hand caresses your raised arm and he kisses more of it, changing position from wrist to elbow to shoulder, and as he moves closer to your body you feel his hair again engaging contact with your own naked flesh. His warm breath moistens your flesh subtly, as he presses your hand to his bare chest and he whispers for you to roll over. Still tired, you are roused enough by him that you find the energy to follow through with exposing your back to him. His hands work over your shoulders against the knots of tense muscles that the day had accumulated. He straddles your waist, and as his knees sink into the bed a small part of your mind idly notices that the rest of his body is as bare as his chest, as he rests himself lightly above your back. Your body responds slowly to this new revelation, but you're still too tired to engage him in your little fantasies. 

   Your muscles loosen beneath his tender, yet strong hands and your acute fatigue no longer feels so troublesome. You notice that as he's been massaging your back and shoulders that his manhood moved slowly and now pressed more actively against you further up your body from before. You move your hand to stroke his outer thigh to show your appreciation for his thoughtfulness. He leans against you to kiss the back of your neck. You sigh and feel as though you've melted into your bed. Your shoulders are no longer tense and your mind free of the fatigue haze that obscured it before. You become acutely aware of how close he is to your body. His hands undo the fastenings on your bra and his lips kiss down your spine as he rises off of you. A part of you begs that he return and leave his wonderful hands against you. They don't even have to move, just touch you. It's all you feel you need at that moment. 

   Your lover's hands do return to your body. He begins to massage your legs and he slowly moves down one to focus on your tired feet for a few minutes. He repeats the procedure on the other leg before reversing it. As his fingers move up your upper thigh, you catch your breath. You realize exactly how much you want those magic hands to touch you in ways they have many nights before. You ache for them to be pressed against you and you shift with the anticipation of it all. When his fingers move to slide your underwear off, your breathing quickens at the thought of him touching you, and you flex your loosened leg muscles. 

   His fingers trail down your spine, and you shiver with anticipation. Your lips curl in a smile as his hands make the transition from your back to your upper thighs, over the luscious curves of your buttocks. Once again, you are caressed by his hair, as he kisses the base of your spine, and his lips move down your body to rest at the back of a knee. You feel his tongue passing over your skin, your shaven legs tingle at his touch, and breath. You breathe deeply and roll over to face your lover. His head is still bent to your knee and you feel his lips once again contact your smooth skin. You reach a hand to his chin and you manage to pull him to your lips for a long and slow kiss. His hand slides up your leg to rest on your hip, but you realize that you want it to replace his hair draped over your breasts ever so much more. 

   You press your chest against his with energy that you didn't know you had. His hand obeys your unexpressed wishes and his fingers trace patterns of a concentric spiral around your breast, each side slowly approaching your pink nipple. For a second time, he kisses your neck and his lips close around your earlobe. He whispers his reaffirmation of his love for you as his fingers near the center of your breast and then stop, just barely touching your nipple. His tongue passes around the outside of your ear, and his lips move to kiss the corner of yours, as his palm falls to rest atop your standing nipple. 

   Your husband's hair covers your face and you look up at him, his lips are curled in a smile, and his eyes are reflecting the same feelings of love and closeness that you feel for him. His lips descend upon your neck and move down your body yet again. The need you feel for him is greater now than you can remember it ever being. His thumb presses against and teases your nipple and his finger dance upon your breast. You feel his lips on your bellybutton, but notice even more strongly that he hasn't stopped moving until his breath between your legs makes you squirm and press yourself against his opened lips. He licks around your engorged and moist opening and your muscle contracts under his sensitive touch. You reach down and run your fingers through his long hair, and let it fall on your stomach as he probes deeper into you. You release a breath you didn't know you were holding only to catch your breath again as his tongue passes next to your swollen clitoris. Your breathing is irregular as you are increasingly aware of his hand on your chest, and the teasing motions that are being made. 

   You moan gently as his motions quicken. You move one of your hands to imitate his on your free breast as you continue stroking his hair and looking down on him. His breath, now shorter, passes down your legs and you spread them wider for him to have more area to attend to. Waves of pleasure pass over you, and you press against his mouth again, wanting his tongue to explore you deeper than before. His mouth closes over you, and seals for the suction he creates, bringing his probing the depths you desire the most. The tip of his tongue passes over your most sensitive spots, and you moan louder as the pleasure increases to envelop you completely. 

   Your hand in his hair falls to your stomach like so much of his hair, but you slide it down as you very gently caress his. He halts his increase in pace, and you lay in the wake of pleasure until your need for more forces you to beg him to go faster. He complies and you slide a finger to help his tongue in stimulating yourself. Your breathing now heavy and short is spotted with moans and light grunts as you feel your pleasure rising quickly. Your husband's mouth and tongue send pleasure through you and you feel yourself pressed harder against him, before relaxing and then repeating again the pressure with more strength. A shiver runs down your spine as you pass the point of no return and you gasp in pleasure as you feel a first orgasm rock your body. A second followed by a third and fourth pass through you, and your body tenses, holding on tighter to a life line as waves of pleasure continue to pass over you, and your muscle repeatedly clenches around your husband's tongue. 

   You lose track of the number of times the tides of pleasure washed over you, as you lay in a pleasure induced haze. Your husband's mouth reluctantly releases you, and he lays next to you and caresses you, as you regain your breath, and realize that you have developed a thin sheen of sweat from his actions. You close your eyes and you let your mind wander as his hands cover your slick body. When you feel you can speak you tell him that he's wonderful and that you love him. He responds saying that he could be no more wonderful than the woman before him, and you accept that and shift your position so that you can rest your head on his shoulder. He tells you that he had a candle-lit dinner set up for the two of you, but that when you hadn't shown up he changed his plans. You nod against his chest and tell him you're sorry you missed it all. Fatigue washes over you and you yawn. You feel his chest vibrate as he responds to you, but you have already started to drift to sleep under the mesmerizing rhythm of his heartbeat. He kisses your forehead and you relax completely against him.

Work



Watching you through your office door you hit some keys and frowning reached for your mobile hearing the click of a door closing you looked up and saw me, dressed in a tight, thigh length denim dress, the halter neck is just begging you to release my straining breasts, as my long shoulder length hair is lightly moving around my face. Focusing now more on my body you could see the gym lesson started to pay off, as my body was tight without the slights bit of flab. Hearing the lock being slid home you just looked at me……….

Looking me up and down you can feel a stirring in your pants as you took in the way I move towards you. Perfect model style with that gentle, sensual hip swaying movement.

“Hi honey, “ purring with delight I start to move closer to you. “You shouldn’t have done that, I’m busy now and I m waiting for some urgent paperwork to be done now.” With hips gentle swaying I move closer and closer you could smell the wicked boucheron on me and not the everyday soft smelling perfume that I usually wear “but baby, you are all alone in the office all the others are out….” Smiling I move closer and still closer. Seeing that you would be hard press to want to join in any fun you only awaken the more wicked and naughty side in me, the one that will have you giving in and fuck me soundlessly, here, in your office, on your table, now…….

Rounding the table I slip onto your lap, your arms move around my waist keeping me still as I can already feel the first stirring in your pants. Trailing my fingers over your shirt buttons I let my fingers run around each one of them before slipping them out …. It reminds you of when my tongue run round and round your cock teasing…….. Making you hot and hard. While my fingers run up and down your body, I kept kissing you softly and pulling every now and then on your bottom lip, pulling it between my lips, before sucking softly on it. Moving my mouth back up again I keep tracing your lips, kissing then this corner then that corner of your mouth then up into your neck only to come down your neck and then up over your adams apple back up to your lips. With me not sitting still on your lap you couldn’t help but get more and more aroused. Your cock is now straining against your pants, begging to be released. Me not one to let anybody suffer unnecessarily took your cock into my hands as I unzipped your fly and pushed it down and away from your body……

Your cock is so beautiful, its hard and so smooth, like warm silk steel, running my hands over and round your length the whole time I was cooing in your mouth with pleasure, moving your hands up you release the halter neck and my breasts come spilling out of the dress, you push it down to my middle and then with equally determination you slip my dress up so that it was bunched around my waist, making short work with the g string you place me on your desk, swipe it cleaned and then push me back so that I lay flat on your desk with only my dress all around my waist, moving now you pulled it completely from my body. Bending you start to caress me, following ever line of my body with your hands only to then follow that same path with your mouth, making me wring and wiggle with need

The moment I felt your fingers slip into me I know I had to have your cock in me, I wanted to be filled up, I couldn’t care about it being your office or anything the only thing I want was to have your hot hard cock deep in me, plunging in and out of my pussy, in hot hard strokes, I want to feel our lips meeting and dueling with our tongues …. And I want to ride your cock for the next year non-stop. Moving your head lower you let your tongue run over my clit nearly making me jump of the table, I was so sensitive, holding me still you cont to taste and tease me ……. Every now and then slipping your tongue in my pussy, lapping up my running juices, you can feel my muscles trying to pull your tongue deeper and deeper in me.

Groaning I kept trying to pull your head away from me so that I could replace your tongue with your cock but you where adamant, you tasted and kept tasting me, making me begging you to please, please, please fuck me. Standing up straight your cock was so hard and the tip had a glistering drop of pre cum on it. Slowly slipping of the desk I kneeled between your legs, taking your cock in my hands I slowly took the tip of my tongue and gently lick the drop from your tip, before letting it slide into the slit to get the other drops that were busy forming in there……..

Sighing with pleasure you closed your eyes as I begin to pleasure you, your cock is pulsing with need in my hands, I can feel every vain standing out, but with the contras of your smooth hot skin, letting my tongue trace the length of you I can let it run over your smooth balls, tracing that hard little line between your balls is very sensitive, softly I suck on your balls while my hands run along the length of your cock one making a ring on top of your cock while the other one is more down at the base so with a thumb and forefinger circled around I move them in different directions first both hands move out and then both back inwards towards each other. Moving my tongue back up I trace the ridge under your cock head, rounding my tongue round and round and then start to slowly take your whole length into me, sucking and tracing with my tongue deeper and deeper till we can both feel your tip pressing against the back of my throat………….

After a while of sucking and feeling your cock pulsing you push me up and over the desk with one deep plunge your whole cock sunk up to the hilt in my pussy, with your hands on my hips you keep pushing me back into you with every hard trust that you make, we can both hear your balls slapping against my ass as you cont to fuck and fuck me, harder and faster, pulling me more and more into you and finally both of us erupt in a frenzy as your hot cum fill my pussy shot after shot and my pussy milking your cock for more…….



Work Acquaintance



I was out shopping when I ran into Wendy, an old work acquaintance. She had left the place I was employed at a dozen years ago and no one had heard from her since. Wendy looked pretty much as I last saw her. She was a petite woman with medium brown hair and a cute face.

She seemed happy to see me and after talking a few minutes she said we should get together sometime then left me her telephone number. Later that week I gave her a call and she suggested I stop by her home. I thought it was a bit strange, but we set up a day for me to stop by.

I remembered she had married a man named Mike, who was a travelling salesperson. He was on the road most of the time, so I wondered what Wendy did most of her days. I arrived at Wendy's home and she invited me in and asked me if I would like a glass of wine. I said yes and she poured us both a glass.

Wendy told me that after leaving the company we both worked for she became her husband's business manager. That didn't take up time so she was semi-retired at the moment. After talking awhile I gathered that she and her husband were having some problems.  

I guess the wine loosened my tongue a bit and I told Wendy I was attracted to her when we worked together. She smiled and said she had a thing for me as well, but she was newly married at the time. We looked at each other for a long moment. Wendy then stood up from the dining room table. She had been wearing a form-fitting shirt and a pair of shorts.

As she stood up she pulled the shirt up over her head and undid the shorts and let them fall to the floor. My mouth nearly dropped open. Wendy then walked over to me and sat on my lap. My face was now looking at her small, erect nipples. Wendy placed her hands behind my head and pulled me towards her breasts.

It didn't take much urging and I opened my mouth and drew a nipple into my mouth. We just went crazy from there. Wendy ground her ass against my crotch as I bit and sucked each nipple into my mouth. I could feel my cock getting erect as she slid her ass across my pants crotch.

Wendy then pulled away and stood up. She had me stand as well and she undid my pants and underwear and pulled them free. My shirt came off as well and Wendy pushed me back down on the chair. She positioned herself over top of my rigid pole and I felt her pussy lips brushing against my cock head.

Wendy started to slide down on my cock. She was tight as a young virgin, however. It took many minutes for me to enter her channel. Wendy was moaning by now.

"I need your cock, Dave," she told me.

I put my hands on her hips and I forced her down on my erection. I thought Wendy was going to pass out. She threw her head back as I pushed my dick up into her hot pussy. Wendy began sliding up and down my cock and I fed her every inch of my thick member. 

I reached out with the palms of my hands and I rubbed her small nipples. This seemed to get Wendy really stirred up. I was pumping my shaft deep into her belly as Wendy rode up and down using her muscles to milk my cock. I didn't think I was going to be able to hold out very long, but Wendy beat me to the punch.

"I am going to cum!" Wendy cried out.

I felt Wendy's warm juices coating my dick. She was spraying all over my crotch. That was all it took for me. I felt my nuts pinch and I began to shoot my hot man seed into her greedy pussy. I just kept sliding my dick into her belly and Wendy kept working up and down my erect pole. I lost count how long we kept fucking like that.

It wasn't long before I felt myself starting to get soft. Wendy's body was shaking for a few minutes before she pulled up off of me. Her legs were wobbling at first. She sat back down on my lap and we kissed each other. Wendy then told me that she and her husband Mike no longer had sex together.

She suspected that he was taking lovers as he travelled on the road for work. When we had met the other day something just snapped inside her and she decided to invite me to her home for sex. I was glad she did. Wendy was one hot little lover. Her pussy was so tight. 

We eventually got up and made our way back to the bedroom. Wendy got on her back and spread her thighs. Her pussy was leaking our love juices. She didn't need to say a thing to me. I climbed in between her legs. I placed my cock across her slit and then rubbed it up and down her gash. 

This got Wendy worked up once more and my cock got hard as well. I took hold of Wendy's ankles and pushed her legs back towards her chest. I positioned my cock head at her opening and then pushed in all the way. Wendy let out a scream as the entire length of my cock entered her.

I stretched out my legs and then began to fill her the the longest strokes I could produce. Our pubic bones made slapping noises as I drove my cock in all the way. I would then pull out, just leaving the tip of my cock in place, then slam my erection in all the way. Wendy was moaning and screaming for me to fuck her.

"Oh fuck Dave, give me that fat cock!"

I just went wild on her pussy. We must have fucked for a good hour there on the bed. Wendy came repeatedly. She was squirted her juices all over my groin area. I finally gave her another load of my cum. Wendy begged me to seed her that day. She wanted every drop of my cum I could give her.

We finally collapsed into each others arms. Wendy told me she wanted us to be lovers from now on if I wanted that as well. I told I did want her. We finished up in the shower that day. As the water poured over us we kissed and I sucked on Wendy's small breasts. I think she had a couple more orgasms as well.

The past few weeks have been spent with Wendy and I fucking constantly. Some days she will come to my place and others are spent in her husband's bed. One small problem is that Wendy was not using birth control pills and I hadn't used a rubber all the times we have been fucking.

I think Wendy is hoping I will make her pregnant and that is something I wouldn't mind either. She said she wants to leave her husband and live with me. If and when she tells me she is pregnant with our baby I know we will be together then.



Work Affair



Kathryn and Tyler had met back when Kathryn had started working at the hospital after graduating from college. At first Kathryn was quite and reserved. She kept her head down when she was around Tyler. She was embarrassed to admit she really hadn't had much interaction with black men before. The more she and Tyler worked together, the more she realized he was pretty cool for a guy twice her age. 

They had worked together for about four years. The first year they hadn't worked much together but then her shifts started changing and she was finding herself working more with Tyler. She and Tyler had an interesting dynamic. He made her feel insecure and giddy. She always got worked up when he was teasing her. He was never mean or insulting, but he always pushed her buttons. Somewhere along him pushing her buttons she started looking at him in a different light. 

Their relationship progressed, as did the level of their flirting. She used to just text him every once and awhile but now it seemed they talked two and three times a day. Whenever she read some of his texts she could feel herself get wet. It just about killed her. The only way to relieve the constant aching was to masturbate. It seemed like she was doing it more often, always wanting Tyler to be there to help relieve her, to kiss her, to touch her, to fuck her. 

Kathryn grew more anxious and excited as the holidays were coming around. She and Tyler had the night shift on Christmas. It would be just them for 12 hours. Many co-workers had offered to switch shifts so she didn't have to work it, but she always gave the same answer, 'its good money,' but each time she said it, her insides quivered and danced around. Tyler hadn't switched his shift either. Neither one of them had said anything about it. They just knew to keep the shift. 

That night when Kathryn arrived she had brought a bag of homemade goodies for Tyler. 

"Merry Christmas" she said and waved the bag in front of him. "Hope you saved room for more sweets!"

He grinned, "You are sweet enough for me and I saved some room for you." 

Kathryn rolled her eyes and gave him a shove. "You're a horny old man." 

He shoved back "Yup, can you take care of that?" 

"I'm sure your wife doesn't appreciate that."

"Well she's not here." He playfully wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. 

She elbowed him, "You wish. I want you to suffer."

"Ooh, I do like bondage."

Her eyes rolled around, "Shut up. Are you ready to work early so we can chill later?" 

"Aye aye caption, let's get going," He said giving her a grin and a salute.

They both picked their assignments, worked on setting up rooms and putting things together for surgeries on Monday. They worked for a few hours and took a break for dinner. After dinner Kathryn went back to finished up what little she had left in her hallway. She needed Tyler's help though to move a heavy piece of equipment back into storage.

Tyler came sauntering down the hall, an amused look on his face.

Kathryn raised her eyebrows, "Something funny?"

"Yeah." 

She threw her hands up, "What?" 

"You." 

"Me?" 

"Yup, you. I could hear you on the other side singing those horrible pop songs on the radio."

Kathryn's face went beet red, "Leave my singing alone." She huffed. "Help me move this into storage, ok?" 

They each grabbed an end and lifted. The storage room was small and could barely fit much equipment. As they were trying to set it down, Kathryn lost her grip and dropped the board on her finger. 

"Shit!" She jumped around and cradled her hand. "Ow, ow, ow. That hurts."

"Calm down, let me see it." Tyler gently took her hand. He looked at the front, turned her hand over, looked at the back, and then looked at her. "It's fine."

"Oh my gosh, you're a dipshit. It really hurts." She yanked her hand away.

"You want me to kiss it and make it better." He made little kissing noises. 

"Fine, smart-ass see if you can make it better." She gave him back her hand. 

She felt his lips kiss her finger, her hand, then up her arm. She tried to fight the urge to giggle, "I think you've covered it."

"Have I?"

He kissed the nape of her neck, and then playfully nipped it. Kathryn's body was beginning to tingle. Her nipples becoming painfully hard and she could feel her pussy grow moist. The temperature in the small room increased and Kathryn wanted her clothes to come off. 

Tyler stripped off his shirt. There was just enough light for Kathryn to admire his well defined chest. 

"Not bad for an old guy." She quipped. 

"I will show you old." He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. His hands wrapped around her thighs and he lifted her up, her back still against the wall. His hips pushed into her, she felt his erection and she grinded against him. She wanted him badly. His lips crushed her hers and she could barely breathe. Everything was on fire. 

Pushing her hands against his chest she stopped him. 

"Pants... I want pants off," Her chest rapidly rising and falling. He cupped her butt and moved her to the floor. Kathryn worked off her pants and as Tyler took his off, he then moved to her shirt. Unfastening her bra Tyler sucked on her nipples as they popped free. He slid his hand down to Kathryn's wet pussy. As he rolled her clit between his thumb and finger, Kathryn almost came. "Fuck me. Please." She whimpered her body quivering from adrenaline. 

"Not yet." He stopped and waited for her to settle down a little. Kathryn was about to cry because Tyler had stopped, but his erection caught her attention. She had never slept with a black man but had heard stories of them being well endowed. Tyler was no exception. He wasn't porn star big but bigger than any white guy she had been with. She suddenly felt powerful, she pushed him down on his back and pinned him to the floor. 

"I'm going to make you suffer." She kissed his chest, then his stomach, then right above his cock. He moaned. She gently toyed with his dick, stroking it lightly. She bent down and licked the pre-cum off. She continued down his shaft enjoying the taste of him and loving how hard he was.

"Suck it. Oh my God, keep sucking me." 

Kathryn licked the underside of his dick and then went for his jewels. She kissed each one, and then lightly flicked them with her tongue. Tyler kept grunting and moaning, begging for her to suck him. She obliged and engulfed his cock in her mouth. His hips pushed his cock further in her mouth and she sucked harder. She loved hearing him groan but she wanted him to come in her, not on her. She stopped sucking and crawled up his body. Her hips positioned over his. "I want you in me."

Kathryn moaned as his slide dick into her wet pussy. She started to ride him, her hips rolling and thrusting against him.

"Yes. Oh Kat!" Tyler grabbed her hips and pulled her deeper onto him. She cried out in pain and pleasure. He then sat up and rolled her onto her back. "My turn," he said. 

He fucked her as hard as he could, sweat glistened on him and Kathryn felt like she was ready to explode. 

"Tyler, I'm going to come!" her words barely able to come out. Her eyes were closed and she felt sensations starting to run up her entire body. "Tyler!!" Her pussy contracted and she exploded, her body tingling and shuddering. Tyler was close to his own release. 

"Oh my God!" He grunted and moaned. She felt his cum fill her up. He collapsed on top of her, both of them trying to catch their breath. Tyler buried his head in Kathryn's neck, "That was unbelievable. I could fuck you everyday."

She smiled and kissed him, "Yeah, I had fun too. I know I'll be ready for some more later." 

Tyler gently kissed her lips, then each cheek. Mumbling in her ear, "I want to fuck you in every room of this place." She felt his hands play with her nipples. She didn't know how but her pussy was even wetter than before. 

"I think that we can arrange that," she kissed him and pushed him underneath her, "starting now."



Work Affair



"Sarah, can you come into my office please?" the intercom on Sarah's desk voiced. It was her boss, Jake, who she had been flirting with for weeks. She put her dress jacket back on, and started towards his office. She worried that she was in trouble, because she had lost a large client earlier in the week. Her pulse quickened as she got closer to his office. 

"Jake, you asked to see me?" she said as she stuck her head in the door. He stood. 

"Yes, please come in, and shut the door behind you." Once Sarah took her seat, he returned to his. "I understand that you have lost the Johnsons. I am interested in what happened." His etched jaw looked as if it was made of stone as he looked into her eyes. 

"I honestly do not know why they decided to take their business elsewhere. I was polite, and helped them to the best of my ability. They were asking some very outlandish things, from a legal standpoint, but I did the best that I could." Sarah found herself breathing faster, worried for her job and the closeness of Jake to her. 

Jake stood from his desk and started to walk around the room. "The Johnsons were a very good paying client. I am disappointed in you for losing them. What do you think would be good punishment for you concerning this manner? I have something in mind." He stopped directly behind the chair she was seated in. 

Sarah turned in her chair, looking up to Jake. "Please, just don't fire me. I will do anything, but I cannot lose my job!" she began to beg. She was terrified in this moment of what would happen. Jake only smiled and reached for her hand. She knew this was it, she was going to be canned. 

"Anything you say?" he replied as he rubbed Sarah's hand along his pants, lingering on the growing bulge in his crotch. Sarah nodded, realizing that he had a different type of punishment in mind. Sarah took her hand back, and began rubbing his thighs through his pants. He sighed heavily as she began to move her hands upward and stroked his enlarging cock through his pants. 

He took her arms and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her earnestly. She moaned into his mouth, grinding herself on his leg. He pulled back and unzipped his pants. As his cock fell out, Sarah's mouth fell open at its size. She had never seen such a large penis in person, and had never had the chance to experience one so large either. She slowly slid down to her knees. She took his cock in her hands, and stroked it before slipping her tongue over the tip. Jake grasped the chair that Sarah had been sitting in, as she took his member into her mouth. She moved up and down along his cock, paying attention to the tip, and as she stroked his dick, she took one of his balls into her mouth. He gasped as she released his scrotum from her mouth and returned her attention to his cock. She bobbed up and down, professionally maneuvering her mouth to his delight. 

Once he had had enough, he took her face in his hands. Sarah feared that this was all he wanted, and she would have to go back to fantasizing about her boss. Jake answered this question as he directed her to stand. He moved her to face his desk, and in one swift motion had her skirt around her ankles. She held onto the desk for support as he tore away at her pantyhose and panties. Sarah was dripping with anticipation, wanting his gigantic cock deep in her cunt. Jake pushed her over, moving her ass to a good position, and began to rub the tip of his dick along her slit, careful to circle her clit. She moaned in pleasure, moving along with the motions of Jake to enhance her pleasure. When Jake stopped, Sarah whimpered a little before feeling the warm searing feeling of having her cunt filled full with his cock. Jake didn't move for a moment, allowing Sarah to adjust to his size. 

Once Sarah began moving back and forth, Jake took her hips and began to thrust, softer at first, and then harder and harder. Sarah moaned loudly, and moved herself harder and harder, quickening her pace with each thrust. Jake thrust equally as hard against Sarah's ass, holding onto her hips for support. Sarah held onto the desk for dear life as her cunt was pounded relentlessly by Jake's enormous cock. 

As his pace quickened, Sarah could feel his cock swelling. She moved a hand to her clit and began moving her fingers in circles, enhancing the pleasure from Jake. He began to violently thrust against her, and shuddered as he pumped his seed deep into Sarah's throbbing cunt. At the same time, Sarah reached her climax and screamed loudly. 

Jake pulled his cock out, and walked back around to his desk. Sarah was still breathing heavily, wondering if her fingerprints were going to become permanent in the wood of his desk. She slowly straightened up, and began to fix her clothing. 

Sarah looked at Jake, who simply smiled and said "It is close to the end of the work day, why don't you go home and reflect on your negligence concerning the Johnsons. And if you want to keep your job, you will see me in my office tomorrow." Sarah smiled and walked out of the office, wondering what he had in store for her in the future.



Work and Play



Chloe was her name, she had worked with Lucy for a quite a while now and the two got on so well.

Lucy had liked Chloe since they started work together; she was about 5½ feet tall, with shoulder length blonde hair and a slim curvaceous body that were topped with a good-sized pair of 36C breasts.

Both were 18 however Lucy had long brown hair and about the same sized breasts as her friend and workmate.

“Hi Lucy, nice day isn’t it” a chirpy Chloe said as Lucy came into the shop where they both worked, today was indeed a hot and sunny day, and Lucy was enjoying being able to wear a tight t-shirt and tight fitting jeans.

“Yes, it is actually!” Lucy implied with a broad smile; a smile that was welcomed and returned by her friend. They had got on really well since starting work almost at the same time; each had often commented as to how good looking the other was.

Chloe watched as Lucy took up her post behind the counter, smiling as she saw the cute girl wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. It had been in the hi 20’s all week and today seemed like it may have hit 30 degree’s, not the sort of weather you wanted to be stuck in a shop.

Lucy put on a happy smile as Chloe came over and stood next to her at the counter since there was not much to do before any customers arrived.

“Wow, it’s hot today,” Chloe said fanning herself with her hand; then flicking her hair back over her shoulder smiling toward Lucy.

“Yeah wish we had air conditioning” she joked getting a laugh from Chloe who wiped her brow removing some sweat before fanning herself again with her hand.

“You look hot Lucy” Chloe said as she watched some sweat form on her forehead once again.

“Why thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself Chloe” Lucy laughed and flicked her hair back over her shoulder with a big smile to her friend who laughed and winked at her.

“Really well I do work out” Chloe struck some poses like a model and both girls laughed as Chloe pouted at Lucy and opened her top slightly exposing some of her cleavage.

“Stop it” Lucy laughed as she saw a customer come in through the door to the shop “We’ve got a customer”

“Well, later when we have more time I’ll do some private modelling for you” Chloe laughed as she buttoned up her top again and walked away from the counter to serve the customer, he was a rather tall and handsome man.

They both scrutinized him as he walked out after being served, mainly on his backside.

“Hmmm now that’s a guy!” Chloe said as she admired the man walking off, her eyes fixed on his tight arse.

“You’re telling me,” Lucy said as she too watched him walk away and out of the shop.

“Don’t worry Lucy, when I’d finished with him I’d let you have a go” Chloe joked as she returned to her original position standing at the counter next to her friend.

“Oh sure you would! And you’d keep him all to yourself” Lucy laughed as she thought about her friend handing over the guy to her once she’d finished with him.

“Oh, like you wouldn’t Lucy” Chloe joked as she winked to her and gave her a sexy smile, her lips turning up at the corners in a flirty way.

This had been happening for along time between the two, a little smile here and a wink there, both girls had done it but not really realised it was happening, each just putting it down to the friendly atmosphere they shared in each others company.

“Lunch time Lucy” Chloe appeared from the back room of the shop. Lucy looked at her watch and indeed she was right. The hot sun shone down on the pair as they walked to the local café, the usual place to take their lunch breaks.

“God I wish we didn’t have to work today” Chloe moaned as she sat with Lucy at a pavement table; taking a sip of her ice-cold orange juice.

“I know what you mean, I’d love to just stretch out in the garden and sun bathe for a while in this sun” Lucy said shielding her eyes from the bright sun.

“Naked I bet” Chloe replied. Making Lucy choke on her Cola.

“What do you think I am?” she laughed “Some sort of exhibitionist?”

“Well you’d not get many complaints” Chloe joked as she brushed some hair from her friends face.

Lucy opened her mouth and gave a shocked look at her friend before grinning and saying “It wouldn’t be the first time if I did”

“You mean you’ve done it before?” Chloe asked with a shocked smile, Lucy nodded with a cheeky grin.

“It was last month when we had the nice weather, I thought what the hell and took all my clothes off” Lucy explained trying not to laugh at her own words.

“Ohhh boy, oh boy Lucy, I never knew you had this side to you” she laughed taking another sip of her orange juice her eyes not leaving Lucy’s.

“Well you learn something everyday don’t you” Lucy smiled, running her fingers through her hair brushing the long brown locks back over her shoulders before grabbing her Cola again.

“Looks like with you I do” Chloe giggled as she spoke.

The two girls spent the next 45 minutes talking and laughing, the conversation moving to many different topics but finally settling on the man who’d come into the shop earlier.

“So do you really consider he was that good-looking?” Lucy asked her friend as they finished off their dinners, a sandwich each.

“Oh yeah didn’t you?” Chloe asked sticking her tongue out and pretending to drool over him, Lucy let out a giggle.

“He was alright, think he was a bit old though” Lucy said.

“Old he was 25 at most” Chloe said with a smile “Or do you prefer them younger,” she added.

Lucy laughed “Not that young but more like our own age” she said as her friend looked around the other tables.

“Like him you mean?” Chloe pointed out a youngish looking guy a few tables away.

“Yeah that’s more like it, but not my type really” Lucy smiled and giggled, as Chloe asked what her type was exactly because she never seemed to be able to find it.

“Its out there, think we just need to look harder” Lucy joked.

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places,” Chloe added as both girls laughed loudly.

“Say do you wanna come over to my place after work?” Chloe asked as they sauntered back to the shop, their lunch break finished.

“Sure I’d be only cooped up in the house anyway; so it will be nice to have the company,” Lucy replied with a cheerful grin.

When the long day ended, Lucy went home to get changed before she went to her friend Chloe’s house. The sun was still bright and hot even though it was 5 pm; Lucy thought it was perfect weather to wear her new thin tight tee shirt and shorts she had bought just the day before.

Chloe made for the door as she heard the bell ring 

“Hi there, wow you look great” She said opening the door to her friend “Come in, want anything to drink?”

“Just some water thanks” Lucy said as she walked into the living room,

Chloe was marvelling at her friend’s body, with the hot weather Chloe had been sunbathing a lot, and had tanned adequately, she was forever showing of her body off. Chloe was wearing a pair of tight, but very short shorts, hugging her peach shaped arse showing off her thighs; with the tight tank top hugging her breasts, she looked incredible.

“Here you go Lucy” Chloe handed over a cold glass of chilled water to Lucy as she sat down in a chair across from her on the sofa.

“Thanks” Lucy smiled as she took a sip from the cold glass and admired her friend as she sat open legged on the chair across from her leaning down in the chair her thighs glistening with sweat from the hot day.

“Wow, its still very hot” Chloe said as she waved her hand fanning herself and taking another drink.

“It sure is” Lucy agreed

“I can see the sweat on you from here” Chloe laughed as she saw the thin tee shirt sticking to her friends’ body with sweat.

“Ohhh my god!” Lucy laughed as she looked down at herself and saw the tee shirt was almost see-thru, her white bra showing against the wet.

“And is that a little nipple I see showing?” Chloe laughed as Lucy quickly looked covering herself with cupped hands.

“No couldn’t be not innocent little me” she smiled as she joked with her friend, really it was true her nipples were hard under the bra. They had become erect when she’d been watching Chloe with her legs open. Lucy had never thought about a girl in a sexual way before, but for some reason when she looked at Chloe in this position slumping in the chair, legs open she felt something deep down, she had felt it with guys before but only when she liked them in a sexual way, surly she couldn’t feel the same about a woman?

“Come on innocent’s don’t make me laugh” Chloe said as she drank another mouth full of her drink, spilling some down her own top.

“Oh my god that’s cold!” she screamed as Lucy fell over laughing at her friend as she waved her arms and pulled the tee shirt off quickly her body.

Lucy didn’t know if Chloe knew or not but under the tee shirt Chloe was naked, her breasts were tanned and full, meaning that she had been sunbathing topless. Lucy felt her stomach turn as she saw her friend’s breasts; it was funny how her body was reacting to Chloe like it did her boyfriends. Lucy had always admired Chloe, she was after all, beautiful, and had a great body too.

“Chloe you’re missing a few things” Lucy laughed as she pointed to her friends’ naked breasts, Chloe looked and covered her breasts with a blush, but also a smile. Lucy laughed but was interested to see them again.

‘No this can’t be right, I’m straight’ Lucy thought as she looked at her friend trying to see her breasts again ‘What am I doing, stop it Lucy’ she said to herself over and over as she snapped out of looking at her friend and took a drink of her own water.

“Oh crap I knew there was something I had forgot” Chloe laughed as she looked down at her hands covering her breasts, she looked over to Lucy who was doing the same, her top wet with sweat.

“Will you just look at us two” Lucy said with a broad smile “Both wet and holding our breasts,” they both laughed.

“Could be worse we could be holding each other’s?” Chloe added to another laugh.

“Looking at yours I could think of worse things to do” Lucy said it without even realising it, the words just slipped out and she didn’t think about them till after it was out in the open.

Her face was a picture of embarrassment and horror as she thought her friend was going to go mad at her for saying something so outlandish, much to Lucy’s relief Chloe didn’t go mad she laughed and took it as a joke.

“Good one Lucy” Chloe said as she smiled “Looking at you I’d say the same thing” she added.

Lucy didn’t know it but Chloe was serious about what she had said, looking at her breasts Chloe was feeling a little wet in between her legs, she had never felt this way about a woman but there was something about Lucy, whether it was her face, her hair or her body, something made her feel butterflies in her stomach when ever she looked at her recently.

Both girls sat and laughed for a while sipping their drinks and looking at the other, giving little smiles and winks, neither realising what they were doing. 

“I think I need to get changed” Chloe said as she looked at her wet tee shirt, she had been sat topless and uncovered for a while now with no complaints from Lucy. Lucy was, on the other hand, admiring the view of her friend’s breasts, they were firm and Lucy just couldn’t help staring as Chloe’s nipples hardened under her gaze. 

“Err Lucy…I’ve got some tops you can change into if you want to borrow one, I can see that wet tee shirt; it can’t be too comfy” Chloe said, pointing to Lucy’s sweat covered tee shirt.

“Thanks it is a bit sticky,” she said pulling it off her skin to prove her point.

Chloe led her friend up to her bedroom, opening the door they entered the big room, and Lucy stood admiring the size and comfy looking bed as Chloe went to a wardrobe and fished out some tee shirts for them to wear.

“Here we go” Chloe said as she came back her breasts swaying as she moved, Lucy’s eyes following them; her pussy was now becoming a little moist.

“Can I wash first?” Lucy asked taking the tee shirt from her friend.

“Sure bathroom’s just over there” Chloe pointed to the door opposite her bedroom.

“Thanks” Lucy quickly ran out of the room and shut the door behind her.

Chloe slumped onto her bed and instantly slipped a hand in-between her panties and bare skin, sliding the fingers down to feel her wet pussy, she’d shaved her pubic hair on a regular basis and was thankful she was soft now, as her palm slid effortlessly over her skin letting her fingers touch her lips.

“Ohh Lucy!” she moaned out as she thought about her friend in the bathroom not more than 20feet away, she didn’t know what had happened to her, this wasn’t Chloe, she didn’t have these thoughts about her friend Lucy or any woman. But here she was with a finger slipping in and out of her pussy and teasing her clit as she imagined Lucy coming out of the bathroom and catching her.

In the bathroom Lucy was sat on the toilet seat, her own hand on her pussy, a finger buried all the way inside. Her tight muscles gripping it tightly as she moan Chloe’s name thinking about her breasts hanging free in front of her face.

“Hmmm” she let out a soft moan as she rubbed her clit, not realising that her friend was doing the exactly same thing in the bedroom.

Both girls worked over their pussy with a hand, the other hand holding a nipple as they moaned the others name…

“Chloe!” Lucy moaned.

“Lucy!” Chloe moaned.

Neither had ever had lesbian thoughts before or fantasies but right now all they could think of was the other girl in the house, Chloe of Lucy and vice versa.

“Ohhh” both moaned as they let another finger slip into their pussy’s, both also imagining it was that of their friend…

Lucy pulled her hand out of her panties quickly.

“Oh my God! What am I doing” she said loudly, “I'm not a lesbian, I should just go get a wash and get changed,” she said trying to ignore the wetness in her panties. Chloe had stopped too and was looking at herself in a mirror.

“What is wrong with me? She’s a woman I’m straight, I should be having these thoughts about her” she scolded herself but the wetness in her pussy made her realise the words were wrong, Lucy was turning her on; and in fact, more then any guy ever had before.

After washing Lucy opened the door and went back to the bedroom, her mind was on Chloe and the feelings she seemed to be developing for her, she didn’t realise she had forgot to put her bra back on.

Walking back into the bedroom Lucy’s breasts stood high and firm on her chest as Chloe looked at them Lucy’s nipples hardened.

Lucy’s face reddened as she realised her nipples were hardening and that it was the mere look of Chloe’s eyes that had done it to them. Chloe was embarrassed too; she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the most beautiful, well only, pair of breasts she has seen apart from her own. Lucy gave a nervous smile as she looked at her friend.

“So you like?” she wriggled, trying to joke her way around this tension but that was not going to do it. Chloe just looked at her with a smile, she was nervous too but curious to know what her friend was thinking.

“I do Lucy, you have a great body,” she said hesitantly, blushing as the words came out.

“So do you… in fact I’ve been thinking about it for a while” Lucy was bold with this statement, she didn’t want to be bold, she didn’t want to have these feelings but she did. Chloe looked shyly at her and smiled.

“Snap” she said with a little giggle. Both girls laughed as they realised the true meaning?

It was Chloe who moved first, walking over shaking to her friend, and then stood just in front of her, their breast almost touching they were so close.

“I don’t know why but I’ve not been able to take my eyes off you all day” Chloe said looking into her friends eyes.

“I know I’ve been the same with you Chloe” Lucy’s eyes were filled with lust as was her voice; it was cracking as she spoke.

“I can’t explain it, but I’ve wanted to touch you, to caress you, taste you” Chloe said as she reached out and took her friends soft hand in her own, holding it loosely, she smiled.

“I’ve wanted the same things,” Lucy said as she took her friends other hand in hers. Chloe looked deep into her eyes and smiled happily.

“I have never felt this way about any girl before” she confessed.

“I haven’t either, never even though about it, but with you like this I just can’t help myself” Lucy said as she leaned her head forwards along with Chloe for a kiss.

It seemed to take forever for their lips to meet, both girls had their eyes closed and kept stopping as they leaned forwards, hesitating with anxiety at kissing a girl for the first time.

Finally their lips met; slowly and softly the lips of each girl pressed together, neither dare do anything other then rest their lips on the other’s. The kiss lasted for a while before Chloe opened her eyes and pulled away from her friends face.

“What wrong?” Lucy asked anxiously, her eyes showing her apprehension as to what had happened.

“I don’t know, I just didn’t think…” Chloe stopped and thought about her next words.

“You didn’t enjoy it did you” Lucy said in an embarrassed voice “I'm sorry we shouldn’t have…” she was stopped by another kiss from Chloe, it was another soft kiss, no tongue, not much pressure, just the meeting of their lips.

“I didn’t think I’d like it so much” Chloe said as she took her lips off Lucy’s and smiled, looking deep into her friends eyes. Lucy felt a massive weight lift off her shoulders.

“It was the best kiss I ever had” Lucy said as she smiled and put a hand on her friend’s cheek, rubbing it with her thumb. Chloe smiled and leaned forwards as the pair kissed again, this time, however, Chloe let her tongue slip out of her mouth and lick Lucy’s lips.

“Hmm” Lucy moaned out gently as she felt the tongue on her lips, her heart was racing and her panties were wet as she felt Chloe slip a hand around waist and pull her close into herself, their breasts rubbing together, Lucy’s nipples, pressed and rubbing on Chloe’s, stimulating both girls.

Chloe felt a shock through her body as her nipples rubbed lightly on the erect nipples of her friend, their skin pressed together, a thin layer of sweat on both of them mixing together and soaking down their tight bodies.

Slowly opening her mouth, Lucy let Chloe’s tongue inside, it was not a quick shove in, Chloe took her time, nervous at what it would be like to kiss a woman sensually for the first time. Lucy left her friends tongue lick over the inside of her lips, a shockwave passing down her body as she felt the tip of Chloe’s tongue touch her own.

Chloe quickly pulled away as she felt Lucy flinch when their tongues met for the first time. She was concerned Lucy was having second thoughts, after all Chloe still wasn’t sure of what she was doing so why should Lucy be.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy asked as she felt the lips removed from her own.

   “You flinched” Chloe said still holding her friend around the waist.

“I’ve never felt this before silly, I’m nervous” Lucy giggled as she pulled Chloe back into her body, their breasts squashing against the others again, the erect nipples rubbing against the skin around the breasts opposite. Their lips met again, this time Lucy let her tongue slip out into Chloe’s meeting in her mouth, they swirled against her cheeks and as the kiss became a little more passionate but not the type you see in porn movie. They were being gentle with each other, neither girl was sure what was going on, but knew it felt right at this moment.

Chloe swirled her tongue softly over Lucy’s both girls moaning as they hugged each other’s bodies with their arms, neither wanting to let go and let the feeling of their friend’s breasts squashed up or the erect nipples poking in, leave them. Chloe let go of her friend and took her by the hand, walking over to the bed. 




Work and Play



It was the second summer that I worked for our local public library but this time, I was assigned to a different branch from the one last year, which had been the branch I generally went to.

Now, before I tell you about what happened, I'll tell you something about me, after all, I do work in a library so maybe I'm not the senior all-star quarterback. And I'm not.

If you thought I didn't do a lot of sports, you're right, I mostly work at getting good grades so I can get a scholarship wherever I want. I'm pretty set right now on majoring in business or finance, my math grades have always been good, and I'm near the top of my class.

So, I do get kidded about being a bit of a nerd, though I don't wear glasses and look pretty normal. I'll enter my senior year at the end of summer and then it's a straight shot into college and I'm ready.

But, there's still a year of high school and a summer of work at the library. I do mostly shelving and putting new books into the system which I already know how to do, so I was assigned to work with three women who did much the same.

It didn't take long for the kidding to begin, I think somehow people can smell when you're inexperienced and, well, while I've dated a number of girls, I always seem to pick out the ones that, well, you know, they're just the nice ones who don't want to do anything that boys always want to do. Am I making that clear?

So, the three I was working with every day, Carol, Lisa and Judy, all seemed as different as night and day but they seemed to have once common goal, to kid me unmercifully. Well, it was in good fun.

These three women, especially when you combined them, had all the experience that I seemed to lack and then some.

Carol was the youngest, she was nineteen and had worked for the library through high school. She was fairly short, about five-two, but very curvy. And, her curves were just impossible to hide, not that she tried to particularly. She had blond hair, often in a ponytail and a set of boobs that no doubt were the talk of her high school when she was still there.

Then, there was Lisa, actually quite pretty in a quiet way, kind of medium height with light brown hair. She was in her twenties, had a couple of years of college and was single.

Finally, there was Judy. Well, she was all woman, divorced, no kids, pretty hot-looking, you knew she enjoyed life and she was the person who had general supervision over our little group so we were destined to have a good time; Judy liked to have a good time.

If you met her, you'd know right away, this is one woman who doesn't keep you guessing. I was there three days when, at lunch, she said to the other two, "I'll bet you anything that our new man here, Neal, hasn't gotten himself any nookie yet."

Well, one of the four at the table blushed.

Carol said, "Oh, I bet you're right, Jude, he just has that look, doesn't he? Still wondering what it's all about."

"Look at our new man's face, will you?" Lisa snickered; they all loved calling me 'their new man.' As if.

"Oh, maybe I've done a lot more than you three think. I cut quite a path through the third grade," I shot back, trying to hold my own with little success.

Of course, it didn't work, I got kidded and teased but it was fun and they were fun.

So, at lunch on Friday, when Judy asked me if I wanted to come by her house after work for a little TGIF get together including Lisa and Carol and a few other guys, I thought it would be fun and eagerly accepted. A real grown-up party.

When I got there, I did go home first to change, there were several cars out front and the door was open so I knocked and went in. The house seemed empty until I got to the kitchen and heard the talk and laughter from the back outside.

I went out back and there was Lisa, Carol and Judy, alln chairs, drinking Margaritas and wine coolers, beer and stuff; there was a whole tub full of various bottles in crushed ice and as I came out, Judy called to me, "Here's jail-bait, oops, sorry we don't have any Shirley Temples, dig around in there and maybe you'll find something."

I think maybe they had already had one or two already. So, I did get a beer, I might have been eighteen but I had consumed a few beers in the past and walked out into the yard.

"Sit here, Neal, come close," Carol said, patting the lower part of her chaise lounge.

All the women had changed, Carol was in a light yellow sundress which, when she leaned forward to pat the cushion, gave me a quite lovely view of the tops of her wonderfully full boobs. She smiled right at me as I gazed at them.

Lisa had on denim shorts and a cutoff top which also was scooped out on top and showed some of her nice boobs but Judy, well, Judy led the show in a white pleated skirt, a very short, white pleated skirt topped with a peasant blouse which was both low-cut and mostly transparent. I could easily see that she had a very low-cut bra under it which was just overflowing with her boobs.

All three of my coworkers were attractive but on this nice, warm Friday night, out under the trees, they were all quite alluring.

"I'm the only guy so far?" I asked.

"Yeah, guess so, well, maybe the others are just late," Judy answered then went on to something else.

We all talked about this and that, about work, about my lack of girlfriends, then, after we'd all had a few more, Judy suggested that we all retire to the hot tub which was on her back screened-in porch.

"Yea, looks like the other guys aren't coming, so, well, it holds four comfortably and there's one, two, three, four," as she pointed to each of us.

"Great," said Carol as she jumped up and pulled off her sundress, standing there in her bra and panties. Then, Lisa and Judy both stood up and pulled off their clothes except for their underwear.

They really were beautiful and sexy, I was just taking it all in as I sat there.

"Well, Neal? Come on," Judy urged as they all went inside the porch and started getting in the warm, bubbly water. I knew I had on boxers so I pulled off the polo shirt I was wearing and got my shorts off, trying desperately to walk kind of sideways to keep from poking out and embarrassing myself for the rest of my life.

I was getting in the water when Judy said, "You're pretty cute when you're almost naked, you know that, Neal?"

I felt my face get warmer than the water I was getting into as I settled down on the bench between Carol and Lisa. The truth is, I just didn't trust Judy to behave herself, she was such a hot babe.

"See, this is nice and our man here still has his virginity, right, Neal. You've never exactly told us, you know. Are you or aren't you?"

"Well, maybe, how's that?" I so cleverly replied.

"You're what, eighteen? I think maybe some of your classmates in middle school were getting laid when you were, um, what did you do in middle school, Neal?" Carl asked.

Lisa jumped right in with, "Oh, we all know what he was doing in middle school, same thing he's been doing in high school, whacking off. Oh, what our new man is missing, right, girls?"

They were all just at boob-height in the water, their bras just visible with the tops of their breasts dotted with glistening droplets of water.

"Yeah, he just isn't getting any, poor man. Our poor man," Lisa said with mock sympathy.

Then, I felt it. I felt a hand rest on my boner and press down on it, then take it in a grip. It was either Lisa or Carol, I couldn't tell which.

Then, I knew.

"Oh, what's this?" Carol cried. "I've found something really hard here under the water. What could it be? Here, see, Lisa?" and another hand came over and snaked right into the front of my boxers, pulling me out.

"I've got it, what can it be?" Lisa snickered as Judy, across from me, leaned and pulled my boxers right off and dropped them onto the decking.

"Well, let's all get comfy," Carol said, as they each stood and began pulling off their bras and panties. 

Carol was the first to get naked, her boobs were nice and round and full with big pink nipples. I looked down and she was bare between her legs. Lisa was now also bare, her breasts were smaller but really nice, firm with small, dark nipples that were really pointy. Her pussy was also bare as was Judy's who was now up in front of me, her bare pussy right before my widened eyes as she held her large boobs toward me, their nipples brown and enlarged, the centers all hard and swollen.

"This is what girls look like, Neal. What do you think?" Judy asked.

They all just stood there beautifully naked. I couldn't believe it. Then Judy reached down, took my hands and pulled me up out of the water.

"Oh, look. Our new man is really a man," and she reached down and took hold of my dick.

"Take your hand away, Jude, I want to see how big it is. Oh, yeah, nice. Well, well, Neal, you'e been holding out on us. May I?" Carol asked as she gripped my dick and rubbed it back and forth.

"Let's share it, girls," Lisa asked and she took hold of me and began stroking back and forth.

I might have had a few beers by this point but, well, what was happening was unreal, just amazing, all three of the women I worked with were naked and each one had been playing with my dick.

"Here, he'll like this better," Carol said, then knelt down in the water to take my dick in her mouth as she began sucking me. Judy and Lisa moved close as they started rubbing their hands across my chest and taking turns kissing me. Judy took my hand a placed it on her breast and Lisa saw it so she did the same. So I'm standing there feeling two nice boobs being sucked-off by another of my fellow workers.

Carol leaned back, my cock wet from her mouth, and said, "Oh, he's so hard, so hard. Okay, Neal, it looks like your cherry is history, come get it," and she turned around, spread her legs and leaned over gripping the railing of the tub.

Judy took hold of my dick and nodded for me to step forward as she led the crown right up between Carol's legs and rubbed my dick up and down along her plump, wet pussy lips.

"Push it in, Neal, it's your first pussy, right?" Judy asked and I did just what she asked. It was the biggest thrill of my life to stand in the water and watch my dick slide up inside its first pussy. And then that thrill multiplied as I began moving back and forth. I really didn't care if the other two watched.

"Oh, wow, that's incredible," I groaned as I began moving in and out of Carol. My hands went instinctively for her nice, plump butt cheeks as Judy stood behind me, her arms around me rubbing her hands on my chest as her breasts caressed my back.

I was just being immersed in sex; here I was, eighteen, never had much of any kind of sex before and now, oh, man, I had three women who were just all sex and there was just me, lucky, lucky me.

I looked behind me at Judy and, well, behind her was Lisa who had her arms around Judy rubbing on her boobs. I think there was a lot going on with these three long before I came on the scene in my summer job. Oh, well, this high school senior is learning a lot about life it seemed.

There was no way I was going to hold off from shooting my load as I was fucking in and out of Carol. Her pussy was so tight and slippery, it felt like a silken glove as I stroked back and forth.

"Oh, man, oh, I'm gonna cum," I groaned as I felt my cock tingle on the tip end, then spread to all over my body as I shoved forward deep into her as I released my cum, spurting deep, deep inside her.

"UH, UH, UH, unh, unh, umm, mmm, mmm, oh, that feels so good, so good," I groaned as their hands rubbed my body as I trembled there standing in the warm swirling water with my cock in it's first pussy.

"Well, you're a man, now, Neal," Judy said as Lisa agreed, "your first pussy, Neal, I'm next. You still hard?"

Carol moved back as my cock flopped into the warm water and Lisa got up on the edge of the tub, reached down, held it steady and pulled me to her so I could push inside.

Lisa's pussy was also tight and nice, her boobs the smallest of the three women but they were really nice, small, firm with little, hard nipples.

"Mmm, fuck me good, Neal. God, I've been wanting this since the first day you started."

Well, well, some things you just never know.

"Haven't we all, girls, haven't we all?" Judy added.

My, my, it appears that my coworkers have been plotting perhaps to carry out my deflowering for a while now, how lucky can a guy be?

"Mmm, you gonna cum, Neal, my pussy gonna make you cum nice and big? Fill me up, Neal. Oh, I want to sleep tonight with your cum in my pussy. Give it to me, I know you want to cum in Lisa's nice, hot pussy, come on," she urged.

The way she was talking, well, it had me hard as a rock. I'd never really had a girl talk dirty before but, well, hey, it was hot and sexy.

"Oh, look, he's got that look on his face. He's gonna cum," Carol announced and she was so right.

"Oh, oh, OH, OH, UUH, UUH, UUH, mmm, ooh, mmm, oh, feels so good, so good," I groaned as Lisa wrapped her legs around me and pulled me tight into her as she shook herself up and down as fast as she could.

"Oh, yes, yes, mmm, oh, OH, OH, AYYE, AYYE, UH, uh, mmm, oh, Neal, mmm, I love fucking you. You're gonna get a lot of my pussy, young man, lots of it, all you want."

"Well, I get him next," said Judy, "You're still hard, I hope," and I was pulling out of Lisa as Judy got up to take her place.

"Mmm, let me suck that," Judy offered as she crouched down in the water. Her lips slid over my dick and she began sucking in a pulse kind of action as her tongue ran circles around the head. Oh, it was so, so good.

In a minute or two, she stood up, sat on the edge, legs wide as I moved close.

"Right in there, Neal, right in there. Boy, I've been wanting this since your first day on the job," she said as I pushed inside her.

She took hold of my hips and began pulling me and pushing me, I think she was really ready after watching me fuck my two other workmates, she was more than ready.

"Mmm, god, oh, your cock is so good, Neal. I knew I'd love it," she groaned as we went at it. "Oh, it was all I could do to wait this long to get you naked and fuck you crazy."

"Well, it's nice to be wanted," I joked as she pulled my face to hers and kissed and tongued me fiercely. 

I turned a bit and Lisa was now down between Carol's legs eating out her coworker; it seemed that I've been working every day with a group that gets on rather well together.

"Mmm, why don't you stay tonight, Neal. Carol and Lisa can and we'd sure have a lot of fun. None of us have to work tomorrow, I'm sure we can find something to keep us all occupied," she offered as I was thrusting in and out of her as she held onto my hips going back and forth.

"Well, maybe I should call home just to let them know I'm staying over with a friend," I told her.

"Aw, you're such a sweet son, Neal, no wonder we all feel the way we do toward you."

"Well, I'm sure glad you do, this is incredible. I hope we do this again."

"Well, how about every Friday after work? And, I may want some of you during the week, I get horny in the middle of the week, too, you know," Judy asked.

"Oh, wow, that sounds like a young guy's perfect dream, Judy," I answered eagerly as I fucked her wonderfully standing there in the warm swirling water.

"And, lover boy, I'll bet the other two will want some of you during the week, too. I think you're going to be a busy lad. That nice cock of yours is in demand."

It took a while, a rather wonderful while, before I cummed into my supervisor, Judy. I did find out that she was the kind of woman who had pretty loud orgasms and I was hoping her neighbors didn't have their windows open or they must have surely gotten an earful.

I did, like a good son, call home to tell my parents that I was spending the night with friends and didn't even get asked who the friends might be.

We finally did get to sleep about three in the morning, I had lost count of how many times we all had sex but I did stop ejaculating I think sometime after midnight, it still felt good, of course, I just don't think I shot much cum, if any. But I kept going much to the pleasure of Carol, Lisa and Judy. And myself.

I slept with Judy that night and Carol and Lisa slept in her guest bedroom. During my last fuck of the night, Judy and I laughed as we could sure hear some fun coming from the next room. I was getting to know my coworkers quite well.

I went from virgin to highly-experienced in just three months of summer that year. We did party every Friday night, usually all night like the first time. I also spent nights at Carol's apartment and at Lisa's as well. On top of that, I also got to know Judy's younger sister, Jessica, who, when Judy told her she was getting fucked by a eighteen-year old from work, wanted some of the same.

So, by the time I went away to college, I had sex hundreds, oh, even more, times and was so relaxed and confident about sex that I cut quite a swath across the campus I was on. I seemed to be a particular hit among senior women my first year there. Well, that was fine with me. Even so, I was able to keep my grades up along with my cock. I'd gotten good at balancing work with play. Never underestimate librarians, oh, not at all.



Work and Play



Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

===

Over the coming days, I realised I was noticing other men's backsides in the same way that I would have previously noticed women's breasts. They were no longer just innocuous mounds of flesh which they sat on, and did other less palatable things with; they were suddenly extremely captivating, from their different shapes and sizes, to the varied hemlines made by their underwear when they bent over.

I work in engineering – still a largely male-dominated field – and abruptly the forest of trouser-clad arses which had surrounded me for years without capturing the merest sliver of my attention, were the subjects of my fascination and fantasies.

Some of the guys – especially the younger ones – wore tight-fitting trousers showing their firm and round backsides off beautifully. I found myself in the odd position of envying the cushioned seats of their office chairs for being able to spend most of each day having such magnificent buttocks pressing so intimately against them. How good it would be to have such pert cheeks perched on top of me for so long; how exciting to furtively nuzzle between them as they bore down on me.

I wondered why I had never previously noticed the appeal of my fellow men's backsides. They were so ripe and round – so delicious-looking, and, I had to admit it, so crying out to have a mouth to feast on them. I would spend hours daydreaming about doing to them the things I had seen on the internet – hitching their trousers and underwear down and teasing their hairy clefts with my tongue, revelling in their unique tastes and smells.

I could never remember developing erections at work before but now I seemed to spend most of each day in a state of prominent arousal. I took to wearing a jacket to help conceal the activity going on in my trousers which my underwear was unable to contain and would try to direct my hard-on, whenever it was possible to do so, upwards beneath my belt so that it was flat against my stomach. In spite of such precautions, I'm pretty sure that some of my workmates noticed that my trousers would sometimes tent outwards at the crotch: I only hoped that they didn't notice that this seemed to happen directly after I'd been staring at their bulging backsides.

When erections became particularly problematic, I would retreat to the gents at the end of my corridor so I could attend to myself as discreetly as it was possible to do in a communal lavatory. Visiting the gents had the added bonus that I would occasionally get to see an exposed arse as some men chose to use the urinal with their trousers and underwear pulled down around their thighs. I'd never understood why they would do that – I was far too shy even to pull my cock out through my fly at the urinal and would always make a beeline for the privacy of the cubicles – but what had previously struck me as a rather exhibitionistic way of urinating was now a further source of interest and excitement.

I'd loiter at the washbasins, watching my co-workers standing at the urinals through the mirror as I cleaned my hands so thoroughly it was like I had a compulsive disorder. Some of them would glare over at me, aware that I was looking at them, and I would hurriedly finish up and leave the gents. But mostly they'd be oblivious to my interest as they stood and peed, allowing my eyes to feast on their exposed behinds and my cock to throb in my trousers. Flabby or muscular, hairy or smooth, round or elongated – all of them fascinated me and made me yearn to press my face into them so that my tongue could tickle their pert little holes.

One guy from the third floor – a young guy called Jason who was on the design team – would hitch his trousers down around his thighs but leave his underpants pulled up and covering his bum. He wore tightly fitting briefs of various colours, which beautifully cupped the paired orbs of his buttocks and burrowed alluringly upwards into the deep valley between them. He'd stand and urinate, either unaware or unconcerned that he was the subject of my spellbound gaze, as I focussed in on where the material was riding up between his cheeks, wondering how often it would brush across his hot, pink ring and how much of his rich, earthy scent would be clinging to the fabric.

How exciting would it feel to push my nose into the back of his briefs and sniff his day's odours? How arousing would he smell back there, just above the tops of his legs where the sweatiness seeping back from his balls would give way to something altogether more personal? And how erotic would it be to unpeel his briefs from his cheeks to compare the subtle fragrance he'd transferred to the material with the more salacious flavour of its naked source?

After my colleagues had fastened up their clothing and returned to work, I'd duck into a cubicle and release my excitement into a wad of toilet paper, hoping that the noise of other toilets flushing would conceal the thumping rhythm of my fist and that whoever came in after me wouldn't be able to smell the strong seminal odour which I left behind. Then I'd return to my desk with a cock that was mercifully softened but a conscience that was plagued with guilt about where my thoughts had strayed to bring that about.

===

"Oh, bugger."

One of the toner cartridges inside the printer in my office had jammed. The printer is under my desk which makes it awkward to get to and difficult to see inside of it when things go wrong and so, try as I might, I couldn't release the cartridge from the mechanism which had trapped it.

Eventually I called IT support and they sent Bradley, one of their technicians, down to help me.

Bradley hadn't been working at the company long. He was a skinny guy in his mid-twenties whose face always seemed to be bristled with a growth of stubble in spite of the fact he probably shaved every day. His hair was receding quite noticeably and he kept it clipped very short like a lot of men his age do when they find themselves going bald prematurely. He'd always struck me as being a very blokeish guy; one of the lads with a pint in his hand in the pub after work and a player in the Friday evening five-a-side league. 

We went through the usual small-talk that we always did when an IT mishap brought him to my office. He wasn't big on conversation but he was quick to let me know, with a gush of pride which made him seem rather endearing, that his girlfriend was pregnant.

"That's great," I said, smiling to conceal my impatience at getting my printer working again.

"Yeah," he said, beaming broadly. "We're both over the moon, to be honest."

I wanted to curtail things with a "Well anyway..." and move him onto the matter of the printer, but he clearly wanted to talk about what he saw as his impressive accomplishment.

So I asked, "Well... er... when's it due?"

"In the Spring... which gives us time to get a place together. Somewhere for the three of us."

He looked at me expectantly and I realised I was supposed to grin inanely and coo something about it being so sweet. Feeling irritated with myself, I dutifully did so.

After a bit more obligatory back-and-forth about the foetus, Bradley finally turned his attention to the printer.

He peered at it in the gloom under my desk.

I said, stating the obvious, "It's a bit difficult to see how it's become jammed."

"Is it possible to get the printer out from under the desk?"

I shook my head. "Not without a lot of faff unplugging things and fiddling with cables."

He unclipped a leather pouch from his belt and unfurled it to reveal a set of small screwdrivers and other tools. Among them was a slim torch.

"Et voila!" he said, switching it on, with an expectant smirk that made him look as if he thought I would be impressed by his use of French.

Having failed to illicit a response, he crouched down on all fours and leaned forwards to shine his torch into the bowels of my printer. His backside stuck out from under my desk, looking a bit scrawny pressed outwards against his black work trousers but no less appealing for it. His cheeks betrayed the telltale hemline of his briefs, pointing downwards like a chevron signposting the puckered prize nestling between his legs.

"Keep your eye on the screen," he called out.

I recoiled a little, fearing that he'd caught me peering at his bum, but realised he was too absorbed in looking at the printer to have noticed my interest. He just wanted me to see if whatever it was he was doing was having any effect on-screen, which it wasn't.

"No response yet," I replied.

I looked back at his bum sticking out as he kneeled forwards on all fours. In spite of how skinny it was, I was still fascinated by the deep crack opening up between his buttocks as he leaned further forwards and wondered what it would be like to press my face into it. Would I be able to smell the same enticing scent that had so mesmerised me when I'd been underneath Guy? Would it have the same effect on me, even if I was sniffing it through his clothing?

My cock began to lengthen in my boxer shorts and I put my hand in my pocket to prevent it from making an obvious lump in my trousers.

"Is anything popping up now?" he asked from beneath my desk.

"Er... nothing on the screen," I muttered.

He repositioned himself and opened his legs a little wider, pushing his bum out further as he strained to access the printer. His crack was splayed invitingly open and I stared at it, feeling my cock slowly hardening against my hand at the thought of what lay just beneath the material of his trousers and underwear.

He called out, "Do you want get down behind me?"

I knew what he meant but the image which his question had presented made my cock twitch and I felt a dribble of liquid ooze out from its slit. Taking my hand out of my pocket and aware that I was sporting a thickening rod across one leg of my trousers, I knelt down behind him and peered over his back to try and see what he was doing. My face was level with his arse but I kept it a respectable distance away from it.

He looked back at me over his shoulder and said, "I thought you'd want to know how to do this – save you time if it happens again."

I nodded. "Very helpful, yes."

He added, "You're gonna have to lean forward a bit... this is quite fiddly."

I moved forwards a little, my face homing in on the splayed buttocks he was presenting to me.

He smiled at me and teased, "I'll try not to get my bum in your face!"

My cock lengthened again and I could feel the thickening shaft being squeezed by the leg of my trousers. I smiled back and, trying to appear casual, said, "Don't worry about it. I've been around the block a few times..."

I wasn't sure what I meant by that last statement, but he grinned as if it somehow made sense and turned back to the misbehaving printer.

He said, "Your problem's with the feeder mechanism... the delivery unit is misaligned."

I muttered something to suggest I might be vaguely interested in whatever it was he was talking about and directed my attention to his backside.

This had turned out to be something of an opportunity.

He kept prattling on, peppering what he was saying with a wide array printer-related vocabulary which I neither understood nor had any interest in, while I studied his arse. His buttocks seemed long and thin and oddly feminine but it may have been that he had his trousers hitched up a bit high. Where the black material had ridden up between his cheeks was no doubt chafing his briefs against his crack. There was a conspicuous pair of bulges between his legs where his nuts were pressing up against the material. They must be nicely plump, I mused, and from the way he'd managed to fertilise his girlfriend so quickly, the liquid they produced was clearly vigorously potent.

He turned back to me and said, "Get a bit closer. I promise I won't fart!"

I smiled. Yeah, I'd definitely draw the line there.

I moved further towards him, my chin now almost touching his backside as I pretended to strain to see what he was doing inside the printer. Merely being in this position, with my face so close to another man's arse, was making my cock harden to full size. It was confined by the position it was in inside my boxer shorts and the fat bulbous head of it felt like it was trying to tear through the material as it expanded.

I asked, "So can you get it to budge?"

He muttered about unclipping something first and told me to watch carefully. As he leaned forwards to do whatever it was he was doing, he moved his arse slightly towards me so that the crack between his buttocks where his trousers had ridden up was now level with my nose. 

I gently pressed my nose between his bum cheeks, inhaling the smell of his splayed arse crack. Instead of the pungent whiff I'd been hoping for, all I got was the sanitary perfume of washing powder from the material of his trousers. It was a Monday – they would likely have been washed over the weekend and fresh on this morning.

Oh, bugger.

I moved my nose further down, towards the spot where his arsehole was likely to be, hoping for at least a suggestion of something more natural. My cock was throbbing in anticipation, painfully struggling to straighten in the cramped space it was in. My foreskin had retracted, exposing the pink sensitive head of it to the coarse material of my boxer shorts.

I pressed my nose into his crack, right where his hot little ring would be and – 

Somebody coughed behind me.

I leapt up, banging my head noisily and rather painfully against the underside of my desk in my haste. Reeling, I lurched backwards and then, using my chair to help me, staggered to my feet.

In front of me was a guy I vaguely knew from the accounts department. He was tall and well-built, with a large muscular chest and a good head of black hair. I seemed to think he was called Cameron.

He was staring at me, his expression inscrutable.

I muttered, rubbing my sore head, "Sorry... I was just... he's fixing my printer."

He said, in a voice as impassive as his face, "I brought you some product specifications to check through."

"Oh right. Thanks."

He put them down on my desk.

Then he peered down at my crotch. And stared at it pointedly.

I realised that my erection was obvious, tenting the front of my trousers in an unmistakable prominent rod. Flushing with embarrassment, I covered my excitement with my hand.

"Sorry... I... er..."

Cameron – if that was his name – looked back up to my face, his expression still impenetrable.

Bradley's voice called out from beneath my desk, "You might want to see this, Rob! I think I've got it!" Whatever he was fiddling with made a noise like a cartoon spring.

Cameron glanced down at the source of the voice and then returned his gaze to me. "Well, I'll let you get back to whatever it was you were doing."

I muttered, "Yeah."

He added, with perhaps the merest suggestion of humour, "Enjoy."

And he turned and left us to it.

I didn't get to sample whatever delights might have been lurking in Bradley's arse-crack behind the strong smell of washing powder. I watched him release the cartridge, not really taking in what he was doing but instead replaying what had just happened in my mind to try and fathom out how much Cameron might have seen and what he might do about it.

I spent the rest of the day – most of that week, actually – waiting to be called to my manager's office to be told that sexual harassment charges were being brought against me. I was ready with my incredulous laugh and my outraged disbelief at what I was being accused of. "Sniffing a man's backside!?" I was ready to throw back at them derisively. "Bradley the IT guy!? Is this some kind of joke? Is it April Fools' or something?"

But no call came.

Meanwhile, I did a bit of discreet research into Cameron. That was indeed his name – his full name was Cameron Waterhouse – and he was married with a couple of kids. He had a reputation as a safe, reliable pair of hands and of being very sociable although a little on the boring side.

The next time I saw him was in the corridor when he walked straight past me without even seeming to notice me. I was unable to stop myself blushing, of course, but Cameron seemed completely unaware of me.

I wondered if perhaps I'd been mistaken and he hadn't seen what I was doing to Bradley's arse. Or, if he had seen where my nose had been headed, maybe he couldn't believe it – after all, it was widely known in the office that I'd been married for nearly a decade and having my face stuck into the male IT technician's backside wouldn't be a likely scenario for me to get myself into.

He'd seen my erection – that much was unfortunately true. I couldn't pretend that he hadn't – my cock is far too large to pass off as a stray wallet or displaced mobile phone. The thick and curving protrusion it had formed in my trousers when I'd stood up had made it explicitly clear that he was looking at my aroused penis – he could probably see the engorged head of it throbbing. Maybe it had been that which had stunned him rather than the activity which had been going on under the desk. And for all it was embarrassing to have been caught with an erection at work, these things must happen occasionally even in a mostly-male workplace and – let's face it – I hadn't actually done anything wrong. 

So I figured I wouldn't hear anything further from Cameron.

===

During the weeks which followed, I stole every opportunity I could to pore over the wealth of information about rimming on the internet and, of course, to study even more intently the pictures available.

From the stories I read, it seemed that the route I had taken, from a reluctant blowjob to help out a desperate friend to an accidental discovery of illicit treasures lurking behind his balls, was the most common way that men had found that they had a taste for their fellow men's backsides. I was almost disappointed that my introduction to rimming seemed so unremarkable.

There was, however, a sprinkling of more interesting stories of discovery. In one case a young-sounding guy had been helping his friend climb over a high wall and had ended up, after his friend slipped, with his face buried in his mate's bum. In another, a similar position had been stumbled upon by two drunken students during a game of Twister. The confines of tents provided opportunities for others, with the claustrophobic scrambling around to remove and pull on clothes leading to some fortuitous arse-in-face moments. And a bet between two rugby players had ended up with one of them being made to kiss his mate's arse in the changing rooms after a game to much hilarity from the team when the guy doing the kissing had ended up with a prominent bulge in his jockstrap.

While some men said they preferred to rim a freshly-soaped and clean-shaven backside, the majority, like me, admitted to being excited by its natural hairiness and its own inherent smells and tastes. "I expected it be gross but was amazed how electrified and aroused the funky smell of him made me feel," one man wrote, succinctly capturing my own experience. Another explained that "the sight of another bloke's hairy arse would, just a while ago, have been something I'd have been disgusted by. Now I want to get in there, right between his cheeks, and just a whiff of that manly bum smell gets me hard every time." Quite.

Gleaning any sort of clue as why this might be the case – and it did seem to be the case among a wide swathe of men – proved to be perplexingly difficult. Theories abounded but none stood out as the most convincing. Some men pointed out that we all have a homosexual aspect to our sexualities and suggested that, as male genitals hold so little attraction for us as predominantly straight men, we were channelling these feelings towards something which was more rounded and feminine. Others commented, perhaps more plausibly, that the pleasures of rimming were a throwback from an earlier era of humanity, when grooming between primitive men formed an important social function. Supporting evidence for the ideas expressed was scantily vague, however, and it seemed that nobody really had any credible clue as to why same-sex rimming was, for some of us, so irresistibly attractive.




Work and Play



A few men seemed to see rimming as a precursor to penile penetration; a moistening of the rectum in preparation for mounting the other man. That idea hadn't occurred to me and at first I rejected it as something which would not interest me. I really could not imagine myself buggering another man – putting my penis into such a squalid area seemed a distinct turn-off and I didn't think I could maintain an erection long enough to successfully climax back there. But having said that, just a few weeks earlier I would not have imagined myself capable of doing what I had done and had so enjoyed; would not have dreamt that I would be trawling websites such as these.

I discovered that it was possible to watch movies showing men rimming each other for free. There was a huge variety of material showing men engaged in a broad spectrum of sexual activities with one another, from mutual masturbation through to anal penetration in its many guises. Although I watched quite a few of them pertaining to be 'hardcore', I didn't find them nearly as arousing as those which cast men's tongues and arses so beautifully together in the lead roles.

Of the rimming videos I had many favourites, but the one I most frequently returned to had two men squatting on a bed, back to back, with their legs wide open and their balls swinging pendulously. A third guy was beneath them, his tongue outstretched, licking first one man's squatting arse and then the other. How I envied him: poised beneath not one but two magnificent backsides, feasting on their different flavours and relishing their different smells. All three men were erect and the different sizes and shapes of their excited cocks added an extra layer to my fascination with this video: one of the men had a small stubby dick which I found quite cute; another's was longer but thinner with a graceful curve to its shaft. The third – the guy lying on his back – was built rather like me with a long, thick cock and a very prominent pair of nuts; unlike me he showed no self-consciousness about his size and I admired the way he flaunted his excitement and kneaded his ample bollocks while his mouth got to work on his friends' arseholes.

When Jake was out of the house, I masturbated frantically in front of pictures and movies of other men doing what I myself had enjoyed so much. And when he was at home, I found ways of doing it more discreetly just as I had on that first night. I dreaded him catching me pleasuring myself in – what would probably seem to him – indefensibly sordid circumstances, but the urge to explore the wealth of material which was out there was simply too powerful to resist.

Friday evenings were my best opportunity to trawl the web because Jake often went over to stay over with his mum. I tried not to think about how my ex-wife would react if she saw me like that: hunched with my trousers around my ankles noisily whacking off in front of images of men licking other men's splayed arses.

At least she couldn't sneer her favourite put-down: "Predictable as ever, Robert."

===

Next story: Silas in the Library

===



Work and Play Pt. 01



In hopes of becoming the youngest CEO of OrtegaTech, 24 year old Ezekiel Hartigan has decided to ditch most of his sexual side to make room for work. All work no play has been his motto since he graduated college, and he's determined to make his marks. A vying friend, a certain vice chairman, and a joke dildo might just change all that. Read as Zeke tries to balance his heavy work life with an even heavier (and sexier) personal life.

{Note: the beginning is for readers to get to know Zeke, and although I recommend reading it, the real action starts after the second series of dashes. Thank you for reading.}

*****

Everyone dreams they'll land their dream job right out of college. That, granted they didn't do too much partying, their hard-earned degree will grant wishes of perfect interviews and their name at the tip top of the list. They think back, way back, to the torturous high school days; even if they were part of the popular crowd, they never truly felt a place in the world where they 100% belonged.

I'm a realist. 

Dreams are what happens when your imagination is too strong, it still holds on when you're asleep. That's just pathetic. I've had dreams, sure. Literal dreams, sometimes nightmares. 

Dreams are present-tense and sometimes past-tense, never future-tense. When people talk about their long-time dreams, what they refer to are goals that they don't want to work toward. 

So I will put it simply: my long term goal, the goal that I work hard for, is to be President of a company. CEO. Yes, this has been my goal since I was thirteen years old, and eleven years later, I'm here... almost. 

I've been at OrtegaTech for a year and a half as a directing manager. Advertising. I'm not complaining. Paycheck is good; last year, I took home about $87,000. It's especially good, since I'm only paying for one. No time to focus on relationships when I'm trying to make $1 million by the time I'm 25. Relationships are a silly "dream". OrtegaTech is growing, and I plan to be there through every step of the way. 

OTech's current President and CEO is Roderick Tracy, and he's under questioning for fraud. Bye bye, Roderick. I keep my eyes on the prize.

Naturally, I do everything I can to know the inside scoop of the place: who we're merging with, who we're absorbing, what patents we're pending... who is getting fired, etc. It helps that my best friend, Shannon, is a top-level financial manager at OTech, having relations with the Chairman, Phil Ortega, brother of the deceased founder, Rob Ortega. Shannon and I were fighting for my job way back when. I hated her guts and I hated her perfect curly hair and pretty, dark skin. I hated the way she could speak in front of a crowd perfectly (not that I had problems with that; I have a bittersweet feeling about competition). 

But I got the job. And Shannon got one that paid more. Touché. 

We decided at a company barbeque (celebrating a checkpoint in sales) that we should just be friends. I admire wit and someone who knows how to use the extent of their vocabulary when needed, and Shannon is just all of those wrapped in one. 

My small office space smells entirely like coffee and beef jerky, coincidentally the only lunch I've had today. I'm not unhealthy, I just didn't have time to pack a decent lunch. I spent last night cooking for about three hours, preparing for the five-person dinner party I'm hosting in celebration of my new house tonight. 

It's really small, one story and two bedrooms, but I love it. My whole apartment fit inside this house. My brother gave me his old oven so I wouldn't have to purchase a new one. I wouldn't say it's cozy and "cute", but if some hot-shot magazine for interior design came by, I think I'd hold up. 

Shannon hasn't even been inside yet. I invited her, her boyfriend, Nathan, my other close friend, Grayson, and Alicia, his friend. I suppose she's my friend, too, since we seemed to hit it off well when Grayson introduced her to me. Maybe I should've invited one more guest so I'm not fifth-wheeling in my own house, but I don't care. I'm sure Shannon will talk to me at least. 

Speaking of the devil, Shannon taps on my door with her pen, giving me this annoyed look. "You've been nonstop all day. You didn't even eat lunch, Zeke. I know because when you pretend to have lunch, you take all of the slim jims from the cup."

"I don't want to have to worry about this when I get home, Shanaynay," I sigh. "If I end up talking about all the work I have to do at my own dinner party, nobody will ever want to come over to my house again." At the mention of lunch, I find myself reaching toward my cup of vanilla coffee, then hesitating. That shit is probably room temperature now. 

Shannon throws me a look, one where she quirks her lips up and raises one eyebrow. I get distracted by her intimidation, and take a sip of the freezing coffee. "Zeke, you know, you're not the only one working here. You don't have to do everything." I just wince at the bitter taste of my drink and give her a shrug. Shannon shrugs. "Speaking of working here, that vice chairman just came in. He's setting up his office upstairs and... he brought a secretary," Shannon teases. Her voice flips like she's singing on that last part. 

"Are you pregnant?" I ask casually, pushing my glasses up on my nose. 

"What?! No, Zeke. What the—"

"Just asking. It's very out of character for you to try to set me up with women you haven't even met. Or women you have met, for that matter." Shannon frowns and shakes her head, dark waves of thick hair swishing as she covers her face. 

Oh, sure. Shannon and I have been great friends for about eight months. That doesn't mean she gets to know I'm gay. That's more personal.

"You're gonna have to meet someone someday, Zeke. What if she's nice? C'mon, you know I don't usually do this, but besides your excitement on getting this new house, you're a pain in the ass. I bet you don't even know half the people you work with here." Shannon reveals a brown bag she's been concealing behind her back. A sandwich. My stomach groans at the thought as she sets it on my desk. It also groans because she's probably right. For every familiar face I walk past, there's a face I don't know.

"Big picture, Shannon. You can set me up after I'm CEO of this company and make over a million dollars a year," I say with a smirk. Shannon perks up. Her gossip face. She closes the door to my office. 

"Speaking of CEO, rumor has it Mr. Bigshot vice chairman is here to do some interviews and be the deciding factor in choosing our next CEO... meaning Roderick Tracy is definitely out of here," Shannon explains lowly. "They want to interview some upper-level positions in the next few months. Get to know the area and the people in it before making a decision. That means they might interview someone like... oh, I don't know... a very successful and young directing manager of advertising and sales?"

I huff, acting as if that doesn't get my nerves buzzing like crazy. Good god, I can't believe CEO is even in reach for me. I haven't even been here for two years. 

"This means you'll have to be nice to people, Zeke. You'll have to get to know people, Zeke." Shannon sits on the edge of my desk. "I swear you are the most stubborn redhead I've ever met."

"They'll look at you, first, you know," I counter. "You and the general manager, whoever he is."

"You mean Grayson."

I open the brown bag and try not to moan too sexually at the aroma of cheddar, ham, and olives. "What about Grayson?"

"Grayson is our general manager...? You didn't know that your best friend was the general manager of this place?" Shannon chuckles. I say nothing, but I feel my cheeks redden. "Christ, Zeke, seriously? Zeke was promoted to general manager six months ago." My lips stay closed. 

That's embarrassing. "Okay, you officially are going to go out and use your people-skills to be in the running for this job."

"I told Grayson to eat shit the first time I met him," I say quietly. 

Shannon shrugs as if she's not surprised. "I remember. He told me what you said. Then he told you to get laid. Still relevant."

"Oh, fuck off."

-------

My guests won't be here until 7:30.

I've panicked for an hour now, straightening up and ironing curtains. I'm not heating the food until about twenty-five minutes beforehand. I took my Adderall as soon as I got off from work at 5. Can't be an ADHD mess at my first dinner party. 

By the time I stop stressing myself out at least a little bit, the shower makes itself an obligation. It's only 6:15; I could stand to soak in some steam. 

I set the shower water hot, so the steam immediately begins to circulate in the bathroom. I'm taking a long shower tonight. I deserve it. The last time I really enjoyed myself and did something worthwhile was the company Christmas Secret Santa. 

I strip off my clothes, toss them on my bed, and nakedly make my way to the bathroom. 

I used to hate my height. Taller than average but still short at 5'10". Back then, though, I thought I liked girls. And girls liked tall boys. 

Men, on the other hand... 

My swimmer's build is something I've learned to embrace. I run three times a week, do a few treks of cardio when I have time. Keeping abs was never a problem. Even after a month of nothing, the abs never went away. I'm not complaining. 

I used to hate all the freckles, too. They're not plentiful, just spread out on my nose and cheeks and shoulders. I thought they were childish until I was eighteen. The freckles and dark red hair just shoved me into the ginger stereotype. I mean, I kept my hair "stylish" and up to date, per se, but still. 

Gosh, I'm glad I'm not so insecure and petty anymore.

My lips, too. Dark and full—I never appreciated them until college. Some of my college friends definitely appreciated my lips. Not saying I was hyper-sexual, but I got solid dick from three different guys on many occasions during those first three years.  

Three isn't a large number at all. 

Damn, I haven't had sex in two years.

I mean, it's not like I haven't thought about my lack of sexual intercourse before. I just don't think of it often. I slick up my fingers every now and then, working my ass open and working up a sweat but never getting into it. Work is my number one. My goal to become CEO is... it's more... desirable than sex?

Good god I'm a middle-aged mother. 

I think back to what Shannon said about my uptightedness as I look under the sink for some body wash. I think about it harder when I look at the box stuffed in the back of my bathroom cabinet. A graduation present from some stupid friends of mine. There's some cotton candy scented lotion and vanilla sugar scented bubble bath, some other more "womanly" products. 

And of course, a dildo. 

It's not overly large, probably about 7 or 8 inches. It's one of the nicer ones with the more fleshy material and the suction cup at the end. They bought it new, which I always thought was so typical of them. I think it would've been plain insulting if they hadn't. I never threw the items out, of course. Just in case I needed some last minute Christmas gifts for my sisters, I liked having the body wash, perfume, and lotion there. But the dildo on the other hand...

I've tried to convince myself that I kept the thing to remind me of the times when I actually had fun in college. I thought I kept the thing as physical nostalgia of my fun self. An RIP me kind of thing. I thought about sending it to Harper, one of the guys who planned the stupid thing. Then, I had the nerve to say it would look bad if someone found it in my trash. Silly as shit.

I'm getting rid of it today. 

I set the damn thing on the counter so I don't forget to toss it after my shower. The hot water is perfect as I step in. I haven't had the chance to relish my full-sized bathroom and shower since I moved out of the apartment. 

I take my time with the soap, thoroughly and sensually scrubbing away work related grime and coffee smell from my skin. I look down at my abs, nice and defined without being too hard. Damn, I'm hot. I could most definitely be a flirt with my overly long, dark eyelashes and baby blue eyes and small nose and baby-doll lips. I could twink myself up if I weren't so damn opposed to human activity. 

At the thought, my mind takes it and it multiplies. 

Ugh, I can even see myself peeking under my eyelashes and imagining some unrealistic macho man rough me up with big, heavy hands, pressing me into a bed—no, a couch—and mouthing quick, degrading commands into my lips—

I find my hand wandering down to the thickness of my dick, stroking slowly. 

My lips probably red and swollen from a combination of coarse kisses and having a fat cock in my mouth. My hips probably bruised with hand prints and maybe a few slaps here and there. I'd probably bite my lip and keep up some whiny, desperate encouragement so he wouldn't stop touching me. God, this is pretty good. I was a good writer in high school. This, this is what imagination is for. 

I smile at my very tiny, very short fantasy, and decide to just get to work. I peek my upper half out of the shower to grab the Vaseline from the cabinet, and the head of that dildo stares me right in the face. I shake away from it, set the Vaseline on the ledge of the tub, and slow my breathing a little. Thirty damn seconds of actually imagining being with somebody, and I'm about to have a fucking sex/ADHD overload. 

I think I can work in two fingers easily and instantly. I slick up the digits and do some slow circling around my asshole before slowly inserting both fingers in. Like I thought, it's no sweat. Hah, who needs company when I know my body better than anyone? 

Oh, right. Don't be a middle-aged mom, Zeke. Sometimes, sex is good when there's someone to do it with. 

After a good few minutes of slow in and out, scissoring my fingers to feel more relaxed, I decide to insert a third. I'm not going to excite myself too much tonight. If I wanted exciting, I would hire some hooker. 

My ring finger joins my first two, and it's like my mind completely forgets to stay civil. Instantly, I'm back to that stupid fantasy, some imaginary man dictating my every pleasure. He presses his forehead to mine, making me feel like I have no control. I can feel his cock pulse against mine.

My actual dick jumps at the thought.

His fingers trail up my side, to my neck, to my lips. Like a good boy, I open my mouth and let him invade with the digits, violating me. God, it feels good to not be in control of something for once. I'm in charge all the time and imaginary man is just showing me how much I need to let go of that. 

I realize my eyes are closed, but I don't care. 

Imaginary man keeps his fingers in my mouth. He tells me to suck and I do, eagerly. I suck with my eyes closed and my head bobbing dramatically. After a minute, he takes those same fingers, trailing them back down to my open legs, back down to my exposed body, feeding those thick fingers one by one into me, pumping slowly.

Actual me moans out loud. 

Actual me has three fingers in my ass, playing out this cheap, B grade fantasy but I don't give a shit. Fuck, I need this. 

Imaginary me throws my head back, breathing heavily, enjoying his fingers, enjoying the other hand that holds one ankle to keep my legs open should I get too excited. 

He works me open, brushing my prostate and fucking his fingers into me until I'm a moaning, begging mess.

My eyes snap open. I'm still at home. Still have the shower running. I bend over and place one foot on the upper part of the ledge. I forgot how good this could be, I really did. I'm by myself again, fucking my own fingers in and out. I don't know why I'm fighting this fantasy so hard. 

My fingers brush my prostate again, and I moan yet again. Loud and long. 

And the fantasy is back. 

I don't know what imaginary man says, but I'm obedient, turning over to expose my round ass. A few slaps, probably, a knead here and there. In no time, he's pressing a large dick into my tight ass—

damn it, I'm fingering myself fast—

he's pressing into me--

it's not good enough, damn it—

he... fuck.

My eyes snap open again and I practically rip the shower curtain away from me. I grab a hold on that big latex dildo and struggle with the suction cup, almost slipping and falling into the tub, but I'm alright. I quickly slam the suction cup onto the ledge on the inside of the shower, giving it a few good tugs to make sure it stays put. 

I can hardly get a decent breath to fill my lungs as I desperately swoop two large fingerfuls of Vaseline from the small tub and lather it all over the toy. I need it. I need that damn thing to fill my ass and make me feel like a dirty little college freshman again. 

I need to feel like I did when both Harper and his friend Landon tag teamed me my second week at Harvard: like a little slut with a big sexual appetite. It's been damned long since I thought I was ever worthy of that. 

I spread my ass cheeks and slowly lower myself onto that thick, gorgeous dildo—god, why didn't I do this a long fucking time ago?—with my eyes rolled back and my mouth open like a porn star.

"Fuuuuuuck—" I hear myself moan. I'm all the way at the hilt of this thing. Dear god dear Mary dear someone this is the most magnificent feeling in all of the earth. 

I don't hesitate for a goddamn second, ignoring the painful parts and jetting all of my focus into the magnificent stretching of my tight ass—oh fuck it's so thick—and relishing every single part of this thing filling up my hole just like I need it to. I slowly and diligently find the power in my legs to shift up and down, and decide against the gentleness. I'm already bouncing on the cock, my mouth is open and head thrown back like a cock-loving little whore and I love it. 

I get a good grip on the tub with one hand and the other strokes my dick in the rhythm of my continuous bouncing. It's been two years since I've had something cock-sized inside me, coincidentally the last thing being an actual cock, and I feel that yearning bubble up to the surface. 

My pace and fervor is nothing short of animalistic, feeling that fleshy latex hit my prostate over and over again—I thought my asthma was gone but my lungs feel like bursting—and letting the moans and groans rip from my throat, echoing throughout the four walls of my bathroom. It's like I can feel every detail of the thing, the veins and cockhead plunging into my tight asshole, making me cry out desperately. 

I can feel the buildup deep in my groin and stroke faster, harder. Oh, I need to cum. I'm practically aching. My thumb slips over the dark head of my cock and my whole body jerks in response. Dear god I'm so close. I'm so--

🎶 welcome to the good life- 🎶

I'm. Getting. Interrupted. By. My. Goddamn. Cell phone. 

The larger part of me says fuck it and wants to ride out my orgasm, but the other part wonders if it's one of my dinner party guests calling for directions or an address. 

The Kanye West tune plays out for five more seconds before I let my guard down, push the curtain out of the way, and grab my phone... still partially seated on the dildo. 

It's Grayson.

"Hello?" I say as I struggle to catch breath.

"...Hey, buddy," Grayson chuckles. "We've been outside for about five minutes now, unless we're at the wrong place..."

I quickly glance up at the bathroom clock. 6:37. Oh fuck me. I said 6:30, not 7:30. For fuck's sake I don't even have the food in the oven, I'm hard as marble in my bathtub. God dammit, Zeke, you fucking idiot.

"Oh my... I completely lost track of time. I'm in the shower... good god, Grayson, I'm so freaking sorry," I groan, slowly removing the sacred dildo from inside me. 

"No problem! We can go drive around for ten minutes while you get ready," Grayson says. 




Work and Play Pt. 01



"No! No way. You guys come inside. Just... feel free to sit on the couch and flip on the TV. God, I'm so sorry. Can't even throw a party right—"

"Zeke, it's really no sweat. We don't mind at all. You get ready. We'll entertain ourselves for a while. Nobody's complaining, really. Take your time." I can hear Grayson's bright, warm smile through the phone. I don't deserve good friends. 

"God, thank you for being so awesome. I don't deserve you guys. I'll be out in a minute." I quickly hang up the phone. Good thing I at least soaped up before I decided to ride that dildo like there was no tomorrow. 

In about a minute, I'm cleaning up my bathroom while trying to moderately dry off. I have to get that food in the oven before we end up eating an hour later than I planned. 

I make a plan to tip-toe to my refrigerator and set the food in the oven, then go get ready. I wrap a towel around my waist and step out into the carpeted hallway, only to be greeted by Grayson. I jump, clutching my heart in the process. "I—hey, Grayson." 

I ignore the questioning look in his eyes as he talks. "I came to ask if I could help with anything," he asks. 

"No, no. Go ahead with everyone else. I just was gonna put the food in the oven, discreetly, before getting ready."

"Oh, no. Let me," Grayson says lowly. Before I can protest, he cuts me off. "I insist. What do you want me to do?"

"I... there's a Chinese casserole in the fridge. There's scalloped potatoes and two desserts that need heating. Everything can go in the oven at 350º. I have a vegetable mix to put on the stove at 3 setting. You're a life saver," I smile. Grayson smiles back, quickly grabbing my hand with a reassuring squeeze before heading off to the kitchen. 

I get ready in record-time, managing to actually make my hair look good and putting on a button-up with a casual that doesn't make me look like a teenager. Maybe things will be okay after all. 

--------

The food was a hit. The party went as planned. 

My friends absolutely adore my new house, which is great, because the only exciting parts are my living room and kitchen. The bathroom is great, too, but I know they have bigger houses. I gave a quick glimpse of the bedroom. I know within a month it'll be messy. I can't function with the house so clean. 

"Shannon told me that you didn't even know my job position until this afternoon," Grayson jokes. I roll my eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fire you. It just hurts, that's all."

"Oh shut up," I reply. Grayson smiles gently. 

"So, are you going to do anything with the backyard?" Shannon asks me. I shrug.

"I really want a dog, but I don't know if I have time to take care of one," I reply. 

"Oh, come on. You always have time for dogs," Grayson smiles over a small glass of wine. "If there's anything I know about you, Zeke—" Grayson cuts himself off when everyone laughs. 

"What?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"Boston terrier with a green collar and a gold tag," both Shannon and Grayson say at the same time. I can't help but smile. They know me so well. 

"And what would you name it?" Nathan asks.

"Peter," Grayson and Shannon answer for me. "And if it's a girl," Shannon continues, "he'll name it Tia."

"No, it was Mia," Grayson interrupts. 

"Yeah, Mia," I say, my cheeks red. I may be able to hide most of my emotions, my inherent gayness, and my ADHD, but no one can deny my love for dogs. 

We manage to talk and laugh until 9:00, then Shannon and Nathan decide to start their half-hour trip home. I don't know how far away Alicia lives, but she's antsy and ready to get on the road again too, from what I can tell. Grayson isn't in any hurry. 

Everyone says thank yous and compliments the house one last time before leaving. Grayson sits on the couch, tapping away on his phone. He's insisted on helping me out with the dishes and everything. I don't argue. 

Grayson is the type of person to listen while I talk, and when I don't say anything, he talks. But none of us do any talking tonight. I'm still buzzing from the success of my dinner party, along with the wild ride I took three hours ago.

I'm placing the last cup in the dishwasher with a sigh of relief. 

"Your house is really nice," Grayson says. 

"Thank you," I smile. 

"I like the blue and brown, especially in the bathroom," he yawns. "Speaking of which, I found something odd in there."

My whole body freezes. I was careful. I—take a breath, Zeke. Act normal. Think of something to throw him off. A lie. Something crazy.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, turning off the kitchen light and turning the lamp on instead. 

"Mhmm," Grayson says. He knows. His face says it all. "Strawberry shortcake perfume. Right there on the counter. Unlike you, but hey."

"My sisters, they—I... I'm kidding. It was a gift from my college buddies. They put together a stupid box for my graduation gift. Perfume, makeup, lotions, all that shit," I chuckle. "I was going through things, seeing what to throw out."

"Yeah, yeah..." Grayson nods. He taps his fingers on the counter, one by one. "And the... dildo in your shower? That was part of your stupid gift?"

My heart stops. I didn't just imagine the words coming out of his mouth. This is real. The one time I actually get off, I get interrupted and then caught for god's sake. And Grayson is just standing there, arms folded smugly as if he doesn't care that he just dumped a big slutty part of me right in my face. 

I try to say something, but I know my face is just a panicked mess.

Grayson just smiles until he catches a glimpse of my face. "Hey, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I-I didn't meant to make you feel bad, Zeke."

I turn away from him and storm into my living room. "Zeke! I'm serious I wasn't making fun of you," he calls after me. 

"Thanks for helping out tonight. You're welcome to leave," I say over my shoulder and turn off the TV. I'm so fucking stupid. I triple checked that bathroom and wiped up Vaseline and water and I didn't think to put the most incriminating piece of evidence away. For fuck's sake.

"No, no, Zeke. I-I saw it there and I grabbed it with a bag over my hand and tossed it under your sink before anyone else saw," Grayson explains. He looks concerned now. I should just let it go. He was only teasing me but he knows something I didn't want anyone to know. I push past him to close the curtains to my back door. 

"I hope you had fun tonight," I say sarcastically. 

"Zeke," Grayson complains, following me as I try to straighten up some minor things. "Zeke, I'm sorry. Hey—" He grabs my shoulder.

"What? What." I hate this feeling. It's like I'm going to cry but I haven't cried in years. I'm not crying over this. 

Grayson looks down at me, gripping both my shoulders. "Are you gay, Zeke?"

"I do not want to have this discussion right now," I say through my teeth. Grayson's hazel eyes are deeply concerned. "Grayson—"

"Cuz if you are, that's a big relief for me," he says softly. I take in the much needed breath I've tried to take since he announced that he found a fake dick in my bathtub, and sigh it out shakily. "Zeke, you don't understand," Grayson slips his hands down until he's grabbing my waist. "If you are... that means I haven't been hopelessly pining after a straight guy I have no chance with."

"Don't," I whisper. Zeke doesn't back down. "I'm not good, Grayson. I-I'm not good with relationships and I can't make decisions and I'm too focused on work—"

Of course, he cuts me off with a kiss. 

I betray my own instincts, instantly wrapping my arms around his neck. Grayson isn't a huge guy, but he's bigger than I am. I weigh about 170 as a median weight. Grayson, a braggart on physical health, has told me repeatedly that he's weighed 200 pounds since his college days. 6'1" Grayson hasn't ever been the center of my fantasies (the fantasies being few and far between), but right now, he's the only one on my mind. 

His probing tongue invades my mouth and I moan into it, whining like a desperate teenager. It's been two fucking years I've gone without a kiss? What the hell is wrong with me. 

I pull him closer before I let my hands wander down to feel at his muscled chest. The pit of my stomach stirs with excitement and I can already feel the tool in my pants hardening without hesitation at the sensation of human touch. 

I toss my glasses on the counter; coincidentally, Grayson picks me up and sets me on the counter in a frenzy to try to remove my vest without popping off the buttons. Once my vest is off, I yank Grayson into me, making sure he grinds his half-hard cock into my groin. For a while, we kiss and grind with my legs wrapped around his waist. 

His hands have a moderate grip on my toned ass as he presses his dick between my open legs, breathing hard and heavy, before he latches his lips to my jawline. I need more. This is too light and cutesy. Damn me for thinking back to that little fantasy from a few hours ago, but I need Grayson to fucking tear me apart and he's not going to do it. I don't know if I can take anything less than him making me exhausted and I don't think that's going to happen.

He grabs my hand, placing it on his dick through his pants. 

I shove him away all at once and hop off the counter and onto my knees. My fingers shake with all the excitement. I shake my head once to get a grip while I try to unbutton Grayson's pants. I feel his hand under my chin.

"Look up at me," Grayson breathes. I can't even see his eyes without my glasses, but I look up anyway, unbuttoning his slacks and biting my lip slightly. I peel away the fabric to reveal just that juicy bulge. I palm it and begin to massage gently while Grayson moans softly. I think about putting my mouth on him, but the thought makes me twitch uncomfortably, so I just pull his briefs down until his cock springs out of the fabric.

Pretty, yes. Nice and smooth with a nice, pink head. Big? Eh. Six inches, probably. 

I again think of immediately sucking him off, but I don't want that right now. So I stroke him slowly and gently before my stupid brain kicks in. 

I don't want Grayson. 

He's hot, I guess. It's not like I've noticed before now or anything. But he's just too nice and I-I can't get myself past the future; all I'm thinking about is how I don't want to be in a relationship and especially not with someone I call my best friend. Not with Grayson. 

And sure, I had that yearning fantasy earlier tonight and it just makes sense to fuck the first person I see, but all I can imagine is waking up next to Grayson and having a panic attack cause of all the regret. Damn it, what's wrong with me? Why on earth am I over-complicating this?

It's just sex, it's just sex, it means nothing, it's just sex... with Grayson. God, I'd rather fuck that dildo until I cum ten times before I fuck Grayson and if that makes me a horrible person then so be it.

I can't do it.

"Zeke?" Grayson breathes. I drop my hands by my sides and stand up. "Hey, what did I do? Was it too fast? We don't have to go too fast, Babe—"

"Not 'Babe'," I say under my breath. "I can't right now, Grayson," I say aloud. He blinks once in confusion. I turn away to grab my glasses. "I-I'm sorry. I just... I'm not looking for a relationship."

"What the hell?" Grayson says, sloppily buttoning his pants back up. "You were all 'yes' twenty seconds ago."

"I know, I know. I'm just so confused—"

"Are you not gay? Were you just experimenting? Gimme somethin' Zeke." Grayson is trying not to show his annoyance. "I mean, I can't make you do anything."

"Just—no. I'm just in a spot right now. I can't stop thinking too hard and I'm sorry but I can't do this right now," I say. Grayson shakes his head.

"What are you thinking so hard about? You're acting crazy like you got ADHD or something, Christ," Grayson complains. I roll my eyes.

"I do have ADHD," I grumble. Again, Grayson makes this concerned face, just like he did when he mentioned the dildo a while ago. "Don't apologize. You didn't know. I'm just tired and work is really stressful and I don't want to be involved with anyone right now." Hell, I don't know if it's the truth. I just know I don't want Grayson and his too-perfectness and too-sweetness making love to me tonight. My head is airy; I can't put what I want into words, but my response right now is just... no.

Grayson nods understandingly. "Okay. Okay, fair. And-and if I was too fast or too forward... just let me know. I just don't want to forget this happened, you know? I mean, god, Zeke. I like you so much... just don't give up on me too quick, alright?" I nod in response. Grayson smiles before taking my hand in his. "Can I... I mean—"

I kiss him again for good standing. It's warm and fuzzy. Cute.

Not what I'm looking for.



Work and Play Pt. 02



Note: Welcome back! This chapter is long, and while it is encouraged that you read the beginning to get backstory, the action starts on page 2. Thank you for reading! 

----------

If you don't think I fucked myself with that dildo that night after Grayson left, I don't know what to tell you. 

If you don't think I upgraded that fantasy and came twice that night, you're wrong. I stuck that thing to the smooth wood of my bedframe and went to work. Feeling the latex plunge in and out of me caused this animalistic high that got my heart racing a little too fast.

I make a formal decision to ditch the dildo. I cleaned it up and put it back in the package, tucked under the bathroom sink, only to be used for desperate measures. Maybe I'll actually get rid of it when I get my head on straight. 

I feel a little bad about not returning a call from Grayson on Saturday, but my mind hasn't been centered on work in over 48 hours, and if I want to be president of this company, I need to use my "people skills" and maybe grab the vice chairman a cup of coffee and introduce myself. And that's all the butt kissing I'm doing. 

Shannon taps on my door with a small package in hand. "Hey, kiddo. No coffee today?" 

"I'm more than awake, actually," I smile. "What'd you bring me?"

"I don't know... it has your name on it and I found it the gift basket we never put away. Looks like a gift to me." Shannon raises her eyebrow suspiciously. "You might just have a secret admirer."

I frown. Grayson, most likely. I hold out my hands to receive my present. Shannon looks excited. I open the small, printed box to find a small bag of hazelnut roast. 

"Someone knows you well," Shannon smiles. 

"Was it you?" I ask, just to make sure. 

"Oh, no way. I don't like you enough," she clicks. "Is that all? Expensive coffee?"

"Expensive?" I question.

"Oh, yeah. Jamaican Blue Mountain? It's like $50 a pound. Some lady really has got the hots for you, my dear." Shannon sits on my desk. "So, we're going to meet this vice chairman today around 2:00 or something. I was thinking we should take a lunch and then never come back. I don't feel like meeting some cocky bigshot who thinks just because he can decide who is CEO of this company, he has some kind of power."

"Agreed," I say, still annoyed that Grayson spent $50 on coffee for me. "Yeah, yeah. Let's do that."

Shannon raises an eyebrow in question again. "You alright? I thought you had no time for relationships."

"I don't," I reply quickly. But damn sure I'm drinking this coffee in the next ten minutes. 

"Well, I have to go write someone up," Shannon sighs. "New kid. Using the company computers for porn. God, I wish they'd all be like you."

"And what am I?" I ask smugly.

"You're like, 35 in a 24 year old body. It's great. Gotta go."

As soon as Shannon leaves, my face shifts to a frown. Middle-aged mom, I'm telling you. 

I'll be nice and thank Grayson for the coffee, but he doesn't get any special attention. I just hope he doesn't get annoying. 

At 10:45, I head to our fancied-up break room upstairs to make myself a cup of this lovely coffee. I like this time, because nobody ever uses the break room until it's almost lunch time, or about 4:00. Not to mention half of my chunky comrades don't feel like taking the elevator two floors up for some coffee. 

I'm about to reach for the good creamer (the creamer I hide from my coworkers) at the top of the cabinet closest to the door when the door swings open and in storms a tirade of shoulders and hair and suit, knocking me on my ass. 

"What the fuck?" I snap, palming the ground gently for the glasses that were knocked off my face. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I hear from behind with the sink running.

"Again, what the fuck?" I snap, finally locating my thick plastic frames. I stand up, brushing dirt off my pants. I swerve around to see the idiot, but he's infatuated with whatever he's dealing with at the sink. "Um, hello?"

"I'm bleeding, goddammit," he snaps at me. "Fuck off."

"So you had to knock me over? There are bathrooms for a reason, you know," I argue, trudging over to the sink and catching glimpse of a nasty cut on the guy's thumb. I could never really handle blood, and find myself backing up immediately. "What on earth? This is an office job, you know."

"Look," he says sternly, "I don't need your shit right now." I think I recognize him from somewhere. Maybe he works in accounting. I think so. He's a big guy, probably around 6'3" or taller, even. He's got football shoulders and a very athletic chest from what I can see. I know the face from somewhere. I don't forget faces often. "Grab me a paper towel."

I don't argue, but I roll my eyes, snatching two paper towels from the roll and shoving them his way he grabs them, but they drop into the sink. "Christ, you're naturally clumsy, then."

"And you're naturally bitter, I take it?" he says through gritted teeth. One big forearm shoves me out of the way and he grabs more paper towels for himself. I don't want to stay for a second more, but I do anyway, remembering that my coffee is still filtering. He seems to have it all under control within the next twenty seconds, so I ignore him, and focus on my drink.

"Thanks for the help, Nancy," he grumbles after putting a makeshift bandage on his thumb.

"Nice hands, Feet. I'm not the one who almost got himself killed at work," I snap at him. He's out the door before I finish the last of my sentence. Why did he call me Nancy?

----------

"Tell me why I'm not a doctor," I sigh to Shannon while we eat noodles at a vegetarian place. 

"Because blood is gross," she replies.

"Damn right. There was this freak who cut his finger open while I was trying to get coffee today. Had the nerve to snap at me multiple times while I tried to give him paper towels. And he knocked me over in the process."

"I don't believe you," Shannon says with a chuckle. "I don't believe you were nice."

I scoff, "Really? Wow. Okay, I see how it is."

"I know you in pressure situations. You're not nice."

"So, I wasn't the nicest," I chuckle. "Still, it was gross and weird. I think he works in accounting. It's gonna be awkward if I see him again." 

We eat in relative silence. I can tell there's something on her mind. "Spit it out, Shanaynay."

"I want to know who gave you the coffee."

"I don't. I'm not interested," I yawn. 

"Not even a little bit? Zeke, it's gotta be someone who pays enough attention to you to know you love coffee." I shrug, dismissing it. Grayson hasn't come near me all day. I don't blame him. I'm kind of an asshole. 

We decide to meet our new head boss anyway, finishing up lunch and heading back to the building. It's about 1:30, so I switch on my favorite movie soundtrack, waiting until we're called to the conference room.

*****

Shannon and I sit together, close to the back of the room. I feel the slump of after lunch hit as soon as I sit down. 

Just as I'm about to complain to Shannon about how we have to be at this stupid meeting, the guy who bumped into me earlier walks into the room, standing at the front. He's cleaned up, put a suit on. There's a bandage on his thumb, and he looks a lot less like a boxer with his sleeves not rolled up.

I stop short, my jaw dropped. Freak who bumped into me today, the one I was quite rude to, is the vice chairman of OTech. I was a complete asshole to the one guy who might have a hand in deciding my future. 

"Hello," comes the deep voice when everyone is finally seated. "My name is Gabriel Ortega, your vice chairman. Senior chairman, my uncle, was unable to make it out for the deciding process, so I volunteered in his place. I'm pleased to be here, meeting the real machine of OrtegaTech, located right here in Colorado. The people in this building have done more for OrtegaTech, helping one man's dream become a reality by spreading the good works throughout the Western United States. For that, you should applaud yourselves."

The audience breaks out in applause, but I'm still in shock. Shocked that I was pretty nasty to Maurice Ortega's nephew and vice chairman, and shocked that he didn't do a thing about it. 

He is all shoulders, now that I look at him. He has very athletic legs and a strong body, like an Adonis statue of some kind. His hair, dark and sleek, would probably hang close to his bright silvery eyes if he didn't have it gently tucked behind his ears. 

He must be half-Hispanic, because his skin is a light tawny color, his lips are very russet-colored and full. His softer features don't make him look younger at all; on the contrary. He's intimidatingly smooth and tall like a well-fed Nebraskan man.

Shannon nudges me. "Seen a ghost lately?"

"That's the guy I was an ass to," I reply. Shannon chuckles. "Damn it."

"Well, you'd better make it right as quickly as possible," Shannon says, giving my leg a squeeze. I know that's right. 

I can't focus on anything Gabriel says until the last part.

"In celebration of a new era of OrtegaTech and of the wonderful people here, there will be a St. Patrick's day formal come next weekend. I do hope I can get to know all of you, and you may get to know me as well." Gabriel smiles with a nod, and dismisses the meeting. I can't believe I have to do this. 

*****

I knock on the door three times before Gabriel's secretary opens it. "Hello."

"I'm here to see Mr. Ortega," I say, trying not to sound too dreadful of my upcoming apology.

"He's on the phone right now," the woman says. "I can take a message."

"It's a—" I begin before a low voice interrupts. 

"Let them in, Jiao," Gabriel calls. The pretty Chinese woman smiles and steps out of the way. Gabriel's face shifts into a slight frown at the sight of me. "Jiao, go ahead and... go ahead downstairs and introduce yourself. I'll be a minute," he says, dismissing her. She leaves, closing the door behind her. He's sitting in his desk, leaned back and stance wide. "Hm."

Before he gets the chance to make a smart-aleck remark, I begin my rehearsed apology. "I wanted to apologize for today's earlier events," I say quickly. "I do not react well in high-pressure circumstances and today was no exception. I hope you do forgive me."

Gabriel sits motionless, a hand under his chin and a finger on his lips. For a good five seconds, he says nothing, practically glaring up at me from his position. 

"Is that an apology, or an excuse?" he asks calmly. He's right. That apology was bullshit.

"I am sorry. I did not intend to make a bad situation worse. I should not have been so difficult and impervious," I reply, quick on my feet. Those grey eyes are practically boring into me. "I did not want to start on a bad note, sir."

"What's your name?" he asks, folding his arms and leaning back even further. 

"Ezekiel Hartigan."

"Strong name. Ezekiel is of Biblical origin," Gabriel says matter-of-factly.

I scoff. I can't help it; he hit one of my pet peeves. "Is that supposed to impress me? Your name is Biblical too. Everyone knows that."

Gabriel smiles. God, what is he doing? "I want you to be real with me, Ezekiel. All the formality isn't your style. You like telling people what to do and telling people they're wrong, do you not? Real apologies can't fit in with your personality."

"Don't presume to know me," I reply sternly and articulately, arms folded.

"How old are you, Zeke?"

"How old are you?"

Gabriel chuckles again, flashing bright white teeth at me before nodding acceptingly. "Thirty-two."

"A little young for a vice chairman, I believe," I say.

"And let me guess," Gabriel sighs. He stands up, pacing toward me slowly with his hands behind his back. "You went to a fancy college, did pretty well."

I pause, choosing my words wisely. "Harvard. Valedictorian." I say quietly, keeping my voice smooth and calm. 

"And how old are you, Ezekiel?" Gabriel asks again. He's only about a foot and a half away from me, looking down without any sympathy in his eyes. 

"Twenty-four," I say.

Gabriel nods in some kind of understanding. "You're arrogant and bitter for your age, Zeke. I'd tone it down. If you wanted to come here and genuinely apologize, you'd just do it. No rehearsed speech, no stretch of your colloquial vocabulary... and you wouldn't have waited until you found out I was vice chairman beforehand. Don't embarrass yourself. And no, I don't accept your apology. Dismissed, Nancy." Without another word, I storm out of the room. 

Who the hell does he think he is? We're in a goddamn professional workplace, I'm not gonna pretend that everyone here is my friend. And if that fucker calls me Nancy again...

*****

I don't have a decent dinner once I get home. 

After I confronted Gabriel, I couldn't focus for shit. The rest of the day was spent lazily making generic phone calls instead of doing any independent work. The man didn't have to say anything profound and he made me feel worthless. I'm not cocky. I'm difficult, probably overtly honest and sometimes short with people, but arrogant? I don't even like arrogant people, why would I want to be one?

If saying that I graduated valedictorian from Harvard makes me cocky, then I guess saying the sky is blue does the same thing; both are facts.

I fork down a box-brand macaroni and cheese dinner with a protein shake on the side while I look over social media trends. Surprisingly, OTech hasn't used much social media. I'm going to present this idea when they start interviewing for a CEO.

My phone buzzes with a text from Grayson.

GRAYSON: Heard you were a "meanie" to the man upstairs xD. Don't sweat it, Shannon says he's a joke.

I frown. I completely avoided Grayson all day.

ZEKE: Yeah. I apologized and he blew it off. Kind of a dick. Hey, I wanted to say thanks for the coffee, never got the chance, sorry.

GRAYSON: :) that's alright. Hope you like it anyway. But you're fired :O

ZEKE: ha, I'm suing. Gtg. Working on something big.

Coincidentally, after I ditch Grayson's company, I am at a complete block. I don't know where to start with this thing. 

Then I get a thought. I had a blog my second year of college. I ran it anonymously, mostly debating political issues and mocking the campus professors. I thought I was important. OTech needs a blog or some shit. 

After about five attempts, I log into my old blog to find it overrun by idiots. There's numerous ads on the side, mostly for easy-money sites and porn. I should be disappointed in myself that I'm more disturbed by the easy-money sites. 

And I don't watch porn. Never really have. I don't look it up on my own time. If I happen to stumble upon something interesting, that's all it is. I guess I always saw porn as desperate and pathetic... 

Maybe I am cocky and annoying. Anyone else would have no problem with it. I just take everything too personally. It could be those good ol' family values fucking with my brain.

I didn't even know what 'gay' was in my household. I didn't know it existed beyond rumors. All I knew was that every time one of my seven (yeah, seven) siblings turned 18, they sat down with Lillian and Matthew (my parents), and had to write down everything they knew about sex. 

When I turned 18, when it was my turn, I cried. I knew nothing about girls. I didn't want girls touching me, I didn't want to touch them, and I hadn't kissed anyone. I had no desire to. My religious parents had no idea what was wrong with me. I thought it'd be a good thing that I had no clue about it (for the sake of purity and virginity), but it made me feel puny and stupid. 

I told my best friend about the horror of it—a college freshman, his name was Raul; my parents hated him 'cause he was Mexican—and he laughed at me. I, not knowing what in god's name was so funny, pouted away until Raul told me he thought I was gay.

I demanded an explanation. He gave me one. I agreed. 

Then he fucked me. 

It hurt, as expected, but a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. Between Raul asking me questions about the way I felt and him touching my body in ways I never imagined, I don't know if I would've wanted any other experience. Raul sucked me off and fingered me until I was sure I liked it. He gently put his cock in my mouth... after five minutes, it felt natural. I'm sure the sex for him was probably boring and slow, but I didn't care. 

After that, I used his computer to look up the technical side of things. I felt like I missed out on something. I was certain none of my other siblings, five older and two younger, were gay. It was like I had something to myself in a way. Instantly, I began to think differently, looking at my religious household in an altered light. 

And here we are today.

I'm still hesitant to type in anything... what on earth do I even want to watch? Do I even want to watch anything? You can find just about anything in the porn world, I'm guessing. I don't have any fetishes, and I don't want to see guys who look like me getting fucked... I simply search 'gay porn' in an incognito window. 5 million something results come up. If I could just get over that all-entitled hump and just click a damn video. 

__________

Grayson bought me more expensive coffee. It sits on the corner of my desk with a little note: "Don't have to thank me ~ G."

I have other things on my mind. Nobody has to know I spent two and a half hours a night for three days watching two, sometimes three or four men fucking each other in all kinds of different positions. Nobody has to know I spent the majority of that time stroking my dick furiously, wishing I was the one being violated and spanked and fucked up against desks and beds and whatever else I watched. 

One thing's for sure: that's not going to happen anytime soon. If I can't even let Grayson, whom I know very well, barely lay his hands on me, I'm not going to let some stranger do whatever he wants. 

Plus, I wasted time those nights. If I'm going to be CEO, I need something big. I need to show that I'm dedicating myself to this company even though I haven't been here very long. This blog is going to be huge.

Shannon knocks on my door. I look up to see her with a folder in hand. "Peer and supervisor evaluations," she says annoyance in her voice. "Handwritten because Grayson wants it to be personal."

I roll my eyes. Typical Grayson. "Is it just people in our department?" I ask. Shannon nods. "Including Grayson?"

"Yep. Hey, you got more coffee," Shannon smiles. I quickly snatch the note from it and look at it suddenly, as if I didn't know it was there beforehand. "This is kind of exciting, Zeke," she teases. 

"I think this person should lay off," I huff. Shannon lays the folder on my desk. "Although coffee is coffee. When are we supposed to have these evaluations in to HR?" I ask. 

"By St. Patrick's Day, I think. Speaking of... are you going to that party?"

"Anything to help me be CEO," I sigh. "And I could stand to meet a few people in this building. I only know you, Grayson, and the ad crew. Oh, and Sandy from the janitorial staff."

"I know Sandy. Good woman. Anyway, I invited Grayson to lunch with us—"

"Why?" I interrupt.

Shannon looks taken aback. "Because... we haven't been to lunch with him in a month or so? And he said he has something important to tell us. Olive Garden. See you at 12."

I nod. I haven't said anything to Grayson in days. I mean, he's almost thirty; I'm sure I'm not breaking his teenager-y heart here. But I simply can't get my mind to focus on one thing at the moment. It's best to hold off on that right now. I'll stick to beating myself off and playing fantasies in my head before I go to sleep. 

__________

I use the new vanilla roast for my solitude coffee break, and head upstairs discreetly to the empty break room. It's nice and warm in here with the heater working at full force, and it smells like toffee. Such a contrast to the dry, bitter Colorado wind and snow outside. 




Work and Play Pt. 02



Instantly, I zip over to the cabinet to grab the good creamer and set it on the counter, but it's not there. I thought I left it there... I swear I did. I used it yesterday in my hazelnut coffee and—

"May I help you?" I hear from my right. I practically jump out of my skin. Mr. All Important Vice Chairman, Gabriel Ortega sits at the table, newspaper in hand and legs crossed. Christ, he's quiet as hell. 

"I—" my eyes find the creamer at his table, sitting by his large forearm. "That's mine," I say quietly. Gabriel looks at me in confusion. "I mean, it's the creamer I like. I personally purchase it with the money we set aside for our break room."

"Oh..." Gabriel says, surprised. "I thought what was in here was free for all to use. I apologize."

"It is free to use," I reply. "Just that it's not... I mean it is, but I prefer if people put things back," I say, my tone tight and irritated. 

"Again, I apologize," Gabriel says with a nod, hardly looking away from his newspaper. Ugh. I'll just wait until he leaves to grab the creamer. It looks like he's boiling water in our tea kettle. It should be ready soon, probably two minutes. 

I go to grab the filters from the cabinet, but they're two shelves up. Of course. I stand on my toes, but I still can't reach it. This is ridiculous. Gabriel definitely moved all of my stuff. I'm practically the only one who uses this upstairs break room. There's another down the hallway, and most people use that one or the one downstairs. Honestly, just put things where you found them. 

I don't say a word, choosing to grab a chair and stand on it to reach the filters. Not gonna let simple things ruin my day. Luckily, the teapot starts whistling, so Gabriel stands up. 

Then it hits me.

"Why are you using my creamer for tea?" I blurt out. 

"That's how one properly makes tea, Nancy," Gabriel says smoothly. I scoff in annoyance at his tea drinking and at his calmness and at the way he radiates his dark masculinity throughout the room like he owns the place. If he calls me Nancy again, I might start to think that's my real name. 

Ugh, fuck him, honestly.

"You could just drink coffee," I retort under my breath.

"I'm allergic to caffeine," Gabriel snaps. I step off the chair and reach for the creamer, but Gabriel has it. I frown. He looks me right in the eye as he pours the last few teaspoons into his giant cup of tea, every last drop. 

"Oh, sorry. I don't think there's enough for the both of us." He looks at his cup with a fake sympathy face. 

Well, if this isn't just the most childish thing. 

Just then, his secretary comes in with a frenzy. "Your uncle's on the phone, Gabriel," she says quickly and urgently. Gabriel instantly sets his tea on the counter, storming out of the room. 

Well, since we're being childish...

I act quickly, grabbing the caffeinated lemon tea, taking out Gabriel's bag and replacing it with the caffeinated brand. As soon as it happens, I feel my heart start beating too fast, too hard. I toss the previous bag behind the refrigerator. God, I'm stupid and I don't know how allergic he is to caffeine—it's too late to go back now. I could wait until he comes back into the room and tell him what I did... 

Absolutely not. 

I'm in too deep now. I filter my coffee, barely breathing, just waiting for the death of my short career here. As I add some watery creamer to my coffee, Gabriel walks in with his sleeves rolled up, looking as intimidating and masculine as ever. 

He takes a sip of tea on his way out.

----------

Grayson sits across from me at Olive Garden. He's swept his brown hair back, making his green eyes stand out. I kissed him the other day. Ugh, I kissed him and I almost put my mouth on him. 

Halfway through our meal, Grayson has hardly said a thing. Shannon is Concerned Mom, as usual. We order dessert, and that's when Grayson decides to speak up. If this is what I think it is...

"You guys are probably the closest friends I've had here," he starts. "I think this is the closest I've been to a group of people in... years. I've been reckless with my trust and friendships—"

Okay, Grayson. You're fucking gay.

"—and I think it's time—"

You love fucking men, Grayson.

"—to be honest here. I just hope—" Yeah, honey. You wanna bone me. Spit it out already.

"—this doesn't change anything." Grayson stares at his hands. "I'm gay." He keeps staring at his hands. "I know it shouldn't be a big deal and I-I didn't want you guys to think I didn't trust you..." He looks up, right at me. "Being honest and out with it is just going to lift a weight off my shoulders. I can't be the friend that holds back anymore. That never works out... for anyone."

Oh, is he fucking KIDDING me?

Is that supposed to guilt me into somehow spilling my own information? He could've just told Shannon since I already knew, but oh no. If he wants me to come out with it, he just set me back a few hundred steps. Two can play this game. 

I grab his hand, giving him my most sympathetic smile. "We aren't going to judge you, Grayson," I say sweetly. 

"Yeah, Grayson," Shannon chuckles. "We aren't going anywhere." She grabs his other hand; her smile is genuine. "I don't care what you like. That doesn't define you at all."

Grayson's eyes haven't left mine. Not for a second.

------------

That was the most awkward coming-out-to-friends thing I've ever experienced. I mean, I haven't seen much of it, but that was weird... and kind of stupid. 

Shannon and I stack up some already completed evaluations in the small file room. She's just beaming after Grayson's confession, like it made her day or something. 

"You know? I never would've thought Grayson would be gay. I can usually tell," she says, handing me a stack of papers. 

I can't help but snort at her claim. I guess she's 0 for 2 with Grayson and me. "Well, good for him," I say, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Hope he finds someone."

"Unless he already has..." Shannon says. "I just feel good that he trusts us, you know? It's just nice knowing—"

Before she finishes her sentence, Gabriel Ortega walks into the room. I can feel the heat rush throughout my entire body. I almost forgot what I did to him earlier today.

"Hello, Mr. Ortega," Shannon says nicely. He gives her a smile and a nod. His lips are swollen and his eyes are noticeably red. Shannon notices too. "Oh, um—"

"You can call me Gabriel," he says gently with a nice smile. "Sorry for my appearance; I guess my allergies aren't used to the Colorado atmosphere yet. It doesn't help that it's constantly snowing in March," he says. With that, he looks me dead in the eyes. "Never know if you're going to get... stuck somewhere. And how are you, Mr. Hartigan?"

I gulp before answering. "I'm good, sir," I reply, my hands shaking in my pockets. "I hope you're staying warm. California to Colorado is a big climate change."

"I am indeed, thank you. I've been drinking tea nonstop since I arrived," he says. And I'm the only one who notices his eyes narrow the tiniest bit. I'm dead. I'm so dead. He knows what I did and he's probably going to kill me with his bare hands. "Well, if you'll excuse me," he says politely. He grabs a file and then leaves. 

"I'm dead, Shanaynay. I'm getting fired," I whisper.

"What?"

"We got in a disagreement earlier today and he's allergic to caffeine and when he wasn't looking I switched his tea and—"

"Wait, what are you saying to me?" Shannon cuts me off. "Slow down."

I sigh. "He said he was allergic to caffeine. He purposely took the last of the creamer upstairs. I switched the tea he had to caffeinated tea out of spite. He knows I did it. I'm dead," I explain. Shannon gives me the most condescending look ever. 

"Are you stupid? Zeke!" Shannon makes sure nobody's around. "You could've killed him if it were severe enough."

"I know," I whine. Through the window, I can see Gabriel laughing with the ladies in sales. "If I'm not here tomorrow, you can have that paperweight you like. Tell Grayson he can have the rug under my computer chair."

----------

I check out later than everyone else, making sure I don't bump into Gabriel on my way out. What a mess. 

The elevator door opens, and I jump when a face stares back at me. It's Jiao, Gabriel's secretary. No sign of Gabriel. She greets me with a small nod. I step inside cautiously.

"How was your day?" she asks.

"Fine, and yours?" I reply quickly.

"Eventful," she sighs with a chuckle. Then she looks me right in the eye. "It's not everyday someone pulls a fast one on Gabriel. It took a while to calm him down."

I swallow hard. "Well, I hope he's okay," I say, my voice tight. 

"I hope you're okay," Jiao says quietly with a knowing look in her eye. Then the elevator arrives at the bottom floor, and she gets out. I cautiously stride to my car, looking around—I don't know why I'm so scared but I am—and then I stop short.

On three sides of my car, there's mountains of snow. Probably four feet tall and two or three feet thick on each side. A fucking barricade. Even if I wanted to just ram into the snow behind my car, it's going to take half an hour to clear it enough to get inside my driver's seat. My doors are probably frozen shut. Fuck me.

As soon as I drop my briefcase in shock, Gabriel walks out of the building on cue. He takes one look at my car and smiles to himself. He must've set this up. Had to. "Have a good night, Zeke," he calls before heading off to his car.

It takes me an hour and a half to clear away the snow and get my car started.

----------

ST. PATRICK'S DAY

I haven't told Shannon about what Gabriel did, and I think she forgot about what I told her a couple days ago. All I know is I've shamefully hid my face from him, and haven't gone upstairs for coffee in a while. And that's fine with me. What Gabriel did really soured my week (I asked around; turns out our snowplowing guy got a $150 tip the night a fort was built around my car), so not surprisingly, I haven't been in the best mood. 

So far, I've had about six women tell me how good I look, Grayson tried to discreetly stare at me from across the room, and I haven't taken my Adderall. It's not often I wear a nice suit, or a suit at all, really. I'm a vest kind of guy. 

Everyone looks just about as nice as you can for a St. Patrick's Day get-together. I don't plan on staying long. It's been an hour, and everyone has either gone around the room introducing themselves to the people they don't know, or kissing Gabriel's ass. I don't know if it's because they find his 6'5" build scary or because he looks like the cover model for a men's magazine. 

And I can't believe I just thought that.

Maybe it's a good thing I haven't taken any medication, because the arrangement of alcohol looks enticing. I didn't drink a lot in college, but when I did, I certainly had fun. Some of the wildest sex I've had was when I hardly had control over my own body. 

I start gentle, sipping on a glass of champagne and making small talk with a few people. I'm not planning on sucking Gabriel's dick or calling a truce. It's not like he has a huge say in the deciding process. He's only one guy.

Recently, I had a big hand in putting together a thirty second commercial for OrtegaTech's online store, and it's being presented in a few minutes. Everyone is gathered around the area by the large flat screen. I've seen this commercial over two hundred times. When nobody's watching, I grab a bottle of champagne from under the table and head upstairs to the coffee room. Nobody's going to be there.

I don't know how long it's been, but the bottle is empty and I've taken my shoes off like a college girl. Apparently, I decided I didn't need to see along the way, because my glasses are on the table next to me. I can't decide if this is fun or not, but I feel great.

The larger part of me contemplates going downstairs to see if I can be sneaky enough to grab another bottle. Maybe Grayson could bring me something. God, he'd love to see me, wouldn't he? Grayson's nice and... he's hot.

Damn, Grayson's fucking hot, isn't he? I don't know what's wrong with Sober Zeke but Grayson would probably let me ride him into next week. 

I loosen up my green tie thinking about how much fun I would've had if Grayson held me up against my refrigerator and pounded my tight asshole until—

"What are you doing?" I hear from my angle. That's when I realize I'm sitting on the floor. "Ezekiel?"

Gabriel closes the door gently behind him. He's trying to be sneaky. He has a bottle of champagne in his hand and he's tucked it behind his leg. 

"Caught you," I say. My voice sounds odd. It's too low and full. Gabriel sounds and looks as he regularly does. He's just a mass of... man. He's a mass of masculinity and sophistication and I hate him. I hate him so much. 

"No, I definitely think that's the other way around," he says, setting the bottle on the counter. 

"You have a—" I grunt while I stand up, "whole bottle of champagne there, buddy. I think I caught you." I put my glasses on and straighten up a little. "So let me just forget I saw your stupid face and go do the do."

Gabriel smirks, walking over to me with a knowing look. He looks under the table to find my own very empty bottle of alcohol and throws me the smuggest smile I've ever seen. "If you don't tell, I won't tell," he says, looking down on me like he—

like he owns my ass. 

Fuck him. Really? Out of all the things he has done and all that douchebaggery and-and his superiority complex—he does NOT get to turn me on like this. No way. And it's not like I can let him know that. Shannon doesn't know that I'm gay and Gabriel doesn't get to know either. So he can add that to the list of things he can tease me about? Over my dead body. 

I'd have to be sick and dying to let his name come out of my mouth. 

"I only work with bribes," I say. Well, that was NOT what I was thinking. Way to give yourself away, Zeke.

"Oh?" Gabriel says in this ridiculous condescending tone—God, I'm practically shaking and then my mind goes straight to the fucking gutter. 

That fantasy I had over a week ago... 

"Tell me to be quiet," I say quickly. Gabriel looks confused yet intrigued, and he invades my space even more. "I'm drunk a-and I want to have sex with you and I think my best bet is to just shut my big mouth before I end up saying more dumb things."

"Like 'you want to have sex with me'? Dumb things like that?" Gabriel says with a laugh. I shove past him on a beeline to the door, but then have to make a U turn to grab my shoes.

Oh, fuck it.

I yank Gabriel down by his tie to kiss him. He's caught by surprise, but adjusts quickly. Is he gay? Who knows? Do I care? No.

Gabriel softens up instantly, grabbing the small of my waist and pulling me into him. He tastes the inside of my mouth, exhaling through his nose. Then he pulls away. "Are you fuckin' serious?" he snaps, looking around.

"Pretty damn serious," I reply. Gabriel is doing some heavy self-contemplation before I clear my throat to get his attention.

"I don't want trouble," he says softly. 

"Neither do I," I reply. Gabriel leans down and licks my lips before pushing his tongue in my mouth. He's an excellent kisser, and had I thought about it before, with his large lips, I probably wouldn't moan as loudly as I just did. The kiss is practically orgasmic, I don't know if it's because I'm drunk or desperate. Probably both. 

Gabriel shoves me against the wall before I realize what's happening. Fuck, he's so fucking tall and big—I wrap my arms around his neck and suck on his tongue before I feel his hands on my ass. I can feel his cock bulge against my groin, which just gets me more excited. I wonder how big his dick is. 

We're grinding on each other as if nobody could walk through the door at any minute. Gabriel fucks his tongue in and out of my mouth while I unbutton his suit jacket, and he does the same with mine. It's been a good five minutes of tonguing and grinding. Gabriel hasn't let me move unless he's moved me, and my submissive side really plays it up when I'm buzzed. 

My cock practically hurts with the strain against my pants. Gabriel sits down and drags me onto his lap. I sit, straddled, and he puts his big hands on my waist, grinding my ass onto his strong thighs. I unbutton his shirt; just as I thought, his chest has a little bit of hair scattered, and the scarce light in the room reflects the sweat off of his defined abs. 

He's not chiseled or bulky, just strong and built as hell. 

He kisses on my neck fiercely, and I grab the bulge of his cock. Holy shit is he packing something huge. I squeeze, sizing him up. My nerves kick in. Gabriel has some serious dick. All at once in a harsh whisper he says, "Suck me off."

"Planning on it," I breathe. Immediately, I get on my knees in front of the chair, and this time I don't hesitate. I unbutton his slacks to see what I'm in for. As I let his cock out of his briefs, Gabriel groans the tiniest bit. I've seen big before, but Gabriel has taken it to the next level. Maybe it's the alcohol talking but from what I can see, he's bigger than the dildo I have in my bathroom. Thick and long—it's like a dream.

There's a beautiful curve in his cock, starting at the base of the thick girth. Like hard granite, it sticks up at me majestically and tauntingly. Challenging me. Gabriel himself looks carved from stone like a Greek statue, and his leaking member just tops it all off. Smooth and dark and cut, the head stares at me and I almost moan, just at the sight. The feel of my hot breath on the skin makes his cock twitch as if it has a mind of its own.

I stroke him slowly, wondering how to approach the task at hand. I kiss up the side of the shaft and rub my thumb along the tip. There's already a buildup of pre-cum on the head. My own dick pulses in my pants, but I'm waiting. 

My tongue swirls along the dark head of his cock before I take about three inches in, just getting the feel and taste of him. I can feel his pulse beat in my mouth, and I end up moaning around the thickness. I suck slowly but dramatically, relishing the feel of his member. 

When I start bobbing my head back and forth, Gabriel runs his fingers through my hair, subtly encouraging me to take more of him in my mouth, down my throat. I cough the tiniest bit and Gabriel pulls me off. "I'm fine," I gasp, then I take over half of him in my mouth. I finally take my own cock out and begin stroking quickly in the rhythm of my bobbing head. I get a good grip on the base of his dick and lick along the side. If I were him, with this thick, 9" cock, I'd probably hold myself up all high and mighty too. 

I squeeze his balls gently before I find my tongue trailing along his cock, down to his full sack. There's light and reasonable hair covering it, but it makes no difference to me. I take each hard nut into my mouth, alternating back and forth with hard sucks that make Gabriel groan and entangle his fingers deeper into my hair. 

Before long, I'm just squeezing his sack. I forgot how much fun sucking cock was. Feeling each curve and bump and vein slide along my tongue--perfect. I want to get my nose into that perfect patch of dark hair at the base of his tool that fades marvelously into his dick. I want this dick to completely control my mouth. I think Gabriel gets what I'm hinting at. 

"All the way," he says, voice low. His fingers are gentle in my hair. I nod once and begin to slowly take him into my mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I take him in, inch by inch, trying to use the excess saliva for easier access. It's so thick, I can barely do anything else with my mouth. I cough once he hits the back of my throat. I still have two inches left. I can't do it.

I pull off completely, gasping for air. "I can't," I breathe. 




Work and Play Pt. 02



"Try again," Gabriel says. I nod again, almost saying 'yes sir', and close my eyes. Nine fucking inches. Again, in the same spot, I cough. "That's alright. C'mere." Gabriel tilts my chin up and leans down for a kiss. "You want my cock? Huh?" he whispers into my mouth. I nod like a little submissive boy. "What was that?"

"Yes," I breathe. I almost say 'please', but I'm not that drunk. As Gabriel stands up, so do I. I didn't know he could get me any more turned on, but the sight of his hair fallen in his eyes makes me moan before I kiss him again. 

When he looks at the surface of the table, I immediately hop up and lay on my back. He strips off my pants and is between my open legs before I get the chance to say anything. 

"Are you clean?" Gabriel asks, referencing the fact that there are not in fact any condoms in this break room. I nod vigorously. "'Cause I am, and if—"

"I haven't had sex in years," I blurt. 

Gabriel kisses my neck and jawline until both of our hands end up in the same spot, hovering over my ass. "Let me," he says. He places two strong fingers in my mouth, and I close my eyes, sucking on them like candy. Gabriel strokes his member, waiting hungrily.

God, I just want him to take over and make me gag on his thick fingers. I suck like a good boy, just like I did with his cock. My head bobs so I can slather his fingers in saliva. 

As soon as I feel his two fingers slide into me, I feel my whole body jerk. It's like Gabriel came to this company to fulfill my fantasies. I'm fine with that.

He pumps the digits in and out, scissoring and curving his fingers in all the right ways. My dick responds instantly, leaking an impressive amount of pre-cum and dancing all on its own. I have barely even touched myself, and I'm not going to.

The breaths from my throat are dry, despite my mouth being coated in saliva. No matter, I don't give any protest to Gabriel working my ass open with the spit and probably sweat keeping me from being dry.

After three fingers, and impressively, no actual lube, Gabriel smears his pre-cum around my hole. I expect him to give me a head gesture--something, but he doesn't, and begins pressing on my barely relaxed asshole. The pressure of his head pushing into me almost sends me over the edge. My whole body jerks and I moan out loud. Maybe I can't do it. I-I don't know if I can take it--

"Eyes on me," he commands. I look into his grey eyes, just breathing. His dick is stretching me open and it hurts but it hurts good. C'mon Zeke, c'mon Zeke--

He kisses me, all tongue, as the last few inches of his huge cock slide inside me.

Oh god. 

I'm gonna cum. Right now. 

Gabriel instantly hits my prostate within the first thrust. 

"Wait—ahh," I gasp. My head is thrown back while Gabriel's hands are gripping my waist.

"I'm all the way in already—"

"I'm gonna cum, Gabe. I-I'm gonna—fuuuuuuck," I groan. "Just hold on. Hold on."

Gabriel leans forward and tilts my chin down. "I just got into you. Hold on. Look at me. Don't think about it. Just focus on me." I shake my head. The pressure in my balls is overwhelming. I can't believe he's barely done a thing and my body already craves that release. Gabriel pulls out a little bit, pushes back in. 

I'm too close.

"I can't—I can't hold it," I gasp. I'm gripping onto his forearms. 

"Zeke, c'mon. I'm barely inside you," he says, annoyed. 

"You are literally filling my ass. Give me a break," I snap back. For probably half a minute, nobody moves. I'm breathing jagged and heavy while he waits for a go-ahead. He's not getting one. If he does anything else, I'm going to cum. "Oh--slowly. I'm close already," I rasp.

He gives the tiniest thrust to my prostate and I lose it. I practically erupt all over Gabriel's chest and my own, streams pumping out faster than I can say his name.

"Okay..." Gabriel helps me ride out the last part of my orgasm. Short but intense thrusts is what finishes me off. "Christ, it's like you're a virgin or something."

"Very funny," I reply. We're close enough to the wall that Gabriel can reach the paper towels. He cleans us up before dominating my mouth with his. I wrap my legs around his waist and he moves slowly, making sure I can feel every inch of his cock. Latino cock. Always been my preference. 

Gabriel doesn't wait until I've even remotely recovered to start really pumping into me. I keep my legs spread and mouth open in an 'O' as he rolls his hips, fucking into me like I'm his art. Like he's putting on a show. 

There's a part of his dick, close to the middle, and it's thicker than the other parts. I didn't notice while I sucked him, but my tight hole feels every detail of his beautiful chiseled tool. 

I tighten the muscles in my ass to feel him to his full extent, and Gabriel moans into my mouth, fucking me even more intensely. The insides of my thighs are going to be sore as hell. The table is hitting the wall pretty hard, so Gabriel picks me up—all of me, effortlessly—and sits in the chair while he's still inside me. 

"Glasses off," he commands. I almost immediately swipe my frames off my nose, but then stop. 

"I want to see," I nod.

"Are you kidding me? You can't see at all without them?" Gabriel sighs.

"Don't patronize me," I snap. We can't even make it through sex without bickering for fuck's sake. Gabriel sighs again, gripping my ass. I think back to the way I rode my dildo in the bathroom and begin to shudder in excitement. I can work Gabriel over, definitely. I don't even bother starting slow, bouncing on him, head thrown back and my hands on his pecs. Oh god, I've been craving the real thing more than I thought. Feeling my thick, round cheeks slap and jiggle against Gabriel's thighs makes me think another orgasm might already be starting deep in my groin. 

I even have Gabriel surprised; he eyes me in shock and awe, his mouth open in admiration. He doesn't have to say it, but he loves my waist (I'm guessing how thin it is compared to my chest and of course, hips) and he adds extra drive, lifting me and slamming me back down onto him. Fuck, he's so strong. 

My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I ride him. My body feels like it's flying. With Gabriel in control, I'm light again. I'm actually twenty-four and fun and sexy again. If I thought I was high before, the wet sounds of him pounding my sweet ass blows that high out of the water. The slick smacking of flesh against flesh is enough to get me moaning again.

I'm making all sorts of 'ah' sounds, mostly desperate and whining, but that's how I know it's good. Gabriel's holding me close now, and I'm hardly doing the work. It's all him, thrusting up into my tight asshole with dominating control. I know he's close. He's whispering 'oh fuck yeah, oh FUCK yeah, Zeke'-- 

...and then he smacks me. 

Hard but not stinging, right on my left ass-cheek. I cry out, and have to put my hand over my mouth. Oh my god. Unnhh, I want him to smack me over and over again. I feel like that barely timid college boy again, riding cock like it's a job. Getting that submissive rush when someone takes control of my body. I can taste the sweat from Gabriel's chest on my palm.

"Fuuuck, Gabe. Hit me. Hit me again," I gasp. Gabriel fulfills my wish, smacking my ass with one strong slap. My voice is caught in my throat on the impact, and all that sounds in the room is my ass smacking down on Gabriel's thighs again, and the soft slick of his shaft stretching me with every articulate thrust. 

"You want it again?" he growls into my ear. I feel his tongue on the soft area right below my earlobe and roll my hips down onto him, feeling his curved cock stretch me even more. 

"Mmmm, yeah. Pl--just make my ass red. Hit me like you want to," I moan. Gabriel, like a fucking genie, licks his own palm before giving me a good smack to my left ass cheek. "Ah! Oh GOD--yes, Gabe, yes," I breathe. 

For what seems like a short time, but is probably about ten minutes without any verbal communication, I see that Gabriel is holding on by a thread. He licks into my mouth filthily and impatiently. The room feels like it's getting smaller and hotter--Gabriel's fingers dig into my hips and he inhales like he's been saved from drowning. 

"I'm cumming," he growls all at once after a jerky movement. Sure enough, I feel the warm spurts of his jizz inside me in thick streams. 

I don't even realize what's going on for a second, but I catch on, riding him and taking him in as he fills my ass with that fat cock. I'm fighting to make sure I'm the one who makes him cum like he's never came before. I want every last drop out of that full, dark ballsack.

We both end up kissing like our lives depend on it. His beautiful lips and tongue caress my mouth in the most possesive way.

Then all is quiet.

Quiet, that is, until I smack him across the face. "You didn't ask."

"What the—ask to what?!" Gabriel seethes.

"You came inside me? Seriously?" I snap. I must've smacked him hard; he's rubbing his cheek and looks like he wants to really hit me back. "Sorry. Sorry, I'm less drunk but still drunk. I also have ADHD. Surprise! I mean, you didn't need to know that. Okay... okay." I take a deep breath and wipe sweat off my forehead. My glasses are even fogged up a little. What the fuck, I had sex with my glasses on?

Wait. I had sex.

"Slow, alright. Stand up slow," Gabriel instructs. He grabs onto his member as I slowly lift myself off of him. I can feel his seed inside me, waiting to drip out. It's an uncomfortable feeling. "Okay, I'll help you."

"No, no. The bathroom is like, thirteen feet away," I nod. 

"Are you going there naked? Because—"

I sigh exaggeratedly. "Stop arguing with me, Christ."

"You can't even walk in a straight line, Ezekiel. Good god, we already fucked, just let me help you, geezus," Gabriel pulls his briefs up and grabs a large wad of paper towels. I stand still and he comes behind me. "Now, just let go. I'll clean you up. And I'm sorry I didn't ask, Nancy," he says softly into my neck.

I let him kiss me.

----------

Author's Note: this was a long chapter, and I hope you made it to the end! Let me know what you think of Gabriel, our new character. Who is your favorite character? Thank you for reading. 



Work and Play



For a split moment Lucy was a little apprehensive; her heart was beating like a drum as Chloe turned her back facing to the bed and kissed her again, Lucy felt safe in Chloe’s arms and trusted her.

Chloe slowly lie Lucy back onto the bed crawling up onto the soft mattress with her she laid next to her half naked friend and looked into her eyes. Lucy smiled back as she saw the look of desire in Chloe’s eyes, she felt it too, a yearning to please this girl, and be pleased by her, but her head was saying different. Lucy was so nervous she thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest, but she tried to keep it under control.

Chloe slowly started to get her nerve up, leaned down and kissed softly on Lucy’s right nipple, the erect nub sending a shock wave straight to her pussy, which dribbled juice immediately into her panties, soaking them.

“Ohhh!” Lucy moaned, feeling Chloe’s tongue lick over the top of her nipple softly, luckily she’d had, had her nipples sucked by guys before but this, this was different, there was something special about the way Chloe was doing it, firstly she would lick just the tip and then give a little suck. Chloe’s saliva dripping down Lucy’s breast adding to the pleasure as her nipple was licked again.

Lucy knew that her panties were drenched as she felt Chloe move over to the other breast planting soft kisses around the erect nipple and softly squeezing the flesh before taking it into her mouth. Lucy moaned again, a long drawn out moan as she felt the slightest grip of teeth on the erect nub that was sending her to paradise.

Chloe was listening to every noise Lucy made, if she got a long moan she knew to do that again, it was something she had been taught by a friend, always listen for what sounds nice. She knew how sensitive her own nipples got when she’s turned on and with a good guess, she was right that Lucy’s did too.

Chloe licked the hard nipple of Lucy’s left breast flicking her tongue over it as she squeezed the flesh around it softly with her hands, her fingers gripping just under the sensitive nipple and making the pleasure of having it sucked and licked heighten even greater.

Slowly Chloe let go of the breast and rubbed her hand down Lucy’s stomach, ticking her as it went, Lucy squirmed on the bed from a mixture of pleasure, nerves and laughter.

Finally Chloe rested her palm on Lucy’s crotch, the little shorts and panties the only thing between Chloe’s hand and Lucy’s dripping pussy. Lucy couldn’t remember ever being so wet; her juice’s were flowing and filling her panties as she felt Chloe’s hand touch her stomach just above the waistband of them, her fingers slipping down her body slowly.

Lucy’s eyes widened as she felt the fingertips of friends fingers slipped down her pubic bone, touching the top of her pussy lips. Chloe slid her fingers slowly down the lips separating them, feeling the wetness she moaned and sucked Lucy’s nipple harder.

Lucy could feel her lips being pushed open and Chloe’s finger’s slipping slightly inside, she had her head back on the pillow and her eyes were closed tight as Chloe rubbed her clit softly with the very tips of her fingers.

“Ohhh!” Lucy moaned as she felt the shock of her clit being rubbed, her pussy tightened and she felt a massive orgasm rip through her body, her back arching up and pressing her breasts into Chloe’s face as she came from just the touch of her clit.

Chloe looked up to her and smiled, before slowly straddling Lucy’s thighs and resting back on her own legs, her chest pressed out and nipples hard. Lucy looked up to her face when her orgasm had finally subsided and saw the look on it, it was one of lust, Lucy didn’t know it but she had the same look on her own.

Chloe leaned down and let her nipples brush over Lucy’s skin, the hard nub’s tickling her as Chloe slid down the bed until her face was in front of Lucy’s crotch. Chloe saw the wet patch in the shorts, she knew that Lucy had cum hard but she had no idea it was this hard.

Reaching up Chloe slipped her hands into the waistband of the shorts and slowly pulling them down Lucy’s legs. Lucy lifted her arse off the bed to aid her friend in taking off the only barrier between them. Chloe dropped the shorts and went back to Lucy’s, now panty clad, pussy.

Chloe slowly pressed her face between Lucy’s thighs, kissing the soft flesh moving closer towards her pussy with every kiss of her soft lips on the tight skin. Lucy moaned as she felt the hot breath of her friend on her panties right over her pussy as Chloe kissed the wet gusset.

Lucy arched on the bed and lifted her arse as she felt Chloe lick the wet panties, the heat of her breath sending a shock right through Lucy’s pussy and to her clit. Chloe grabbed Lucy’s thighs and held them tight as she felt the legs grip her head tightly; she caressed the sides of Lucy’s thighs as she listened to her moan with pleasure over and over. Finally Chloe slipped her fingers into the panties, slipping them down Lucy’s legs revealing her naked and dripping pussy to the hot air of the room.

Lucy gripped the sheets tightly as Chloe placed her head slowly between her thighs once more, this time the cool breath’s she took hitting Lucy’s open and puffy lips and making her shudder. Chloe smiled as she blew cold air onto Lucy’s red hot pussy, stopping on her clit for a while she loved teasing her friend.

Lucy grabbed big handfuls of the sheeting on the bed as she moaned and writhed from the pleasure of her friend’s breath on her dripping pussy. Chloe loved the aroma of Lucy, she smelt sweet and it was inviting and intoxicating as she breathed in the tang deeply before flicking her tongue over the outer lips of Lucy’s pussy.

Lucy’s eyes flew open as she felt the tongue slide up to her clit, flicking over it and making her body shake with the pleasure of such a sensual touch. Chloe licked back down again, holding Lucy’s thighs and stroking them lightly and lovingly as she savoured another woman for the first time ever.

Chloe thought about the time she had tasted her own juice licking her fingers when she had orgasmed all over them after a long masturbation session, it was sweet and tangy all at once; Lucy had a slightly different taste to her own, more tangy but oh, ho so nice to have on the tongue.

Lucy couldn’t believe what it felt like to have Chloe lick her pussy like this, then it happened, she felt Chloe’s tongue slowly worm its way inside her open lips and rub over her clit, It was actually only a light touch, but the reaction Lucy gave was spectacular. Arching her back high, Lucy orgasmed, the biggest of her young life, her cum flowed all over Chloe’s face as she flicked her tongue over the opening of Lucy’s pussy and lapped up the cum, swallowing many times as Lucy moaned her name over and over.

“Ohhh Chloe! Chloe… Chloe” was all Lucy could say; it wasn’t a shout more a moan of appreciation as she felt her thighs released and Chloe move her body up the bed, rubbing her breasts against Lucy’s side an kissing her neck before Lucy looked at her and their lips met softly. Lucy could taste her own juice on Chloe’s lips, she though it was a strange taste but it made her want Chloe even more.

Lucy leaned her friend back on the bed and kissed her slowly, her hand sliding over Chloe’s breasts and down to her crotch, resting over the point where her pussy was under the shorts and panties.

Chloe moaned, lifting her knees up resting her feet flat on the bed as Lucy’s hand rubbed over her crotch. Lucy got up and moved to the bottom of the bed and crawled slowly between Chloe’s open thighs, Chloe opening them more to give her room before gripping them around Lucy’s waist as she leaned down and kissed Chloe’s breasts. She was doing what Chloe had done to her, Lucy knew what it felt like and she wanted Chloe to feel the same thing.

Kissing the nipple of her left breast, Lucy ran her teeth over it and got a moan from Chloe, Lucy did it again and squeezed the soft flesh of both breasts with her hands, Chloe could feel the heat in her pussy rise as Lucy nibbled her nipples, moving from one to the other.

With her tights holding onto Lucy’s hips and waist she pulled her body tightly against her own, Lucy’s pubic bone pressing into her pussy and putting pressure on her clit.

“Ohhh God!” Chloe moaned into Lucy’s ear as she rubbed her clit onto Lucy’s pubic bone. Lucy was moaning too as she felt the wetness from Chloe’s pussy on her skin, It was such a sensual thing the way the two women rocked and ground into each other’s bodies. Chloe was panting as she felt her clit rub all over Lucy’s skin, her orgasm was gaining pace fast, and soon it was going to explode, she could tell it was going to be a big one.

Lucy reached down with her hands holding onto Chloe’s thighs rubbing them as she moaned and kissed her nipples, sucking each into her mouth and suckling like a baby on it.

“Oh Lucy! I’m so close” Chloe moaned as she felt an orgasm near.

Lucy pulled Chloe’s thighs off her waist and slid down the bed, resting her hands on the shorts and panties she pulled them off, Chloe doing her part to help get them off by lifting her arse off the bed and then her feet.

Finally Chloe’s pussy was revealed, Lucy could see the wetness on the lips, they themselves all puffy and engorged with her juices Chloe’s clit poking out of its hood, all hard and almost begging for a touch. Lucy leaned slowly, a little unsure of what to expect but she had got so much pleasure from Chloe’s tongue she could not deny her the same treatment.

Chloe moaned out as she felt the wet tongue of Lucy slip over her clit, flicking it a little with the tip before running it over the outer lips licking up some of the juice that was dripping out. Lucy knew what she liked to do to herself and she wanted Chloe to experience it too.

Licking over her friend’s clit, Lucy slipped two fingers into the tight little hole of Chloe’s pussy working them deep she felt the heat and wetness as the muscles gripped them. Chloe moaned as she felt her pussy opened up and the fingers slide inside, as the tongue worked over her clit so softly. Lucy moaned into her friends pussy as she felt Chloe’s orgasm start, the muscles tightened all over her body and like Lucy she arched her back off the bed, hands gripping the sheet tightly.

Chloe came hard, the juice shooting out of her pussy and onto Lucy’s tongue as she swallowed it down, savouring the taste and the feel of Chloe’s body as she shook and moaned.

When Chloe had finished, she came down from her amazing orgasm Lucy laid on the bed next to her and they cuddled together, legs over each other’s waist and breasts pressing together. Slowly they fell to sleep head to head dreaming what took so long for them to do this.



Work-Based Training



"Where are you going?" I asked Ineke Anderson, our Assistant Accountant at the motor dealership. The bubbly 20 year old, while the same age as me, had a much more vivacious personality. Hailing from Bali, she shared the same dark skin and long, straight black hair as her mother. Today her very slender figure was clad in a short grey pleated skirt, a red jersey top that sat on the shoulders, and high heeled court shoes. Her bare legs were smooth and slim, and she looked very sexy. 

"I'm going on a date," she gushed in reply, and I smiled. It was a traditional answer; she used it to describe when she had to go off-site for a work based training course. Like her, we were both being trained on the job – hers was accountancy whilst mine was administration. 

"Who're you going with?" I asked, only barely curious as I inspected my nails for any chips in the polish.

"None of your business, Helen," she teased, white teeth flashing in a wide smile. I knew then that she was going with somebody interesting – normally she would tell me straight away who her driver was; either Ken the Pervert or Little Barry. 

"Go on, you know you want to tell me," I shot back, giving her my full attention.

"Well...it's James," she replied, then giggled. She turned away and went back to her work.

"Ineke and James, in a tree, K I S S I N G," I called after her, smiling myself now.

Ineke and James, I mused. Two of the best looking employees in the whole damn company. James was our newest salesman – 19, dark spiky hair with blonde highlights, and a gorgeous slow smile. Maybe they really were sneaking off on a date, I thought to myself.

When Ineke picked up her handbag and left the office, I followed her with a file in my hand – making it look as if I were just going downstairs. I kept a good distance back, although there weren't many people around.

I caught sight of Ineke's brown legs disappearing into the ladies toilets – what was in effect a bathroom, because it had a built in shower and a walled in toilet cubicle for any female mechanics we might have. I stayed out of sight. After all, she could just be going in to use the toilet before her course. 

Any thought of that I might have disappeared, however, when I saw James sneaking furtively into the toilet. Instantly I held my breath – then slowly let it out. A girl and a boy sneak into a toilet. The reason? Sex of course, I told myself, feeling excited. I squeezed my thighs together, liking the first faint thrill of arousal. This would be the perfect opportunity for me to exploit both of them!

I waited about five minutes – enough time for any legitimate excuse for the pair of them to be in there to expire, and long enough for them to get down to business – and then I quietly pushed open the door. It swung open softly, and the copulating pair didn't even notice I was there until it was far too late.

Ineke was sitting on the basin, leaning back with her hands supporting her. Those long brown legs were wrapped around James's eagerly thrusting hips; his trousers and pants were around his ankles, and my suddenly hot eyes noticed Ineke's white cotton panties thrust roughly into the corner of the basin stand. 

James had pushed Ineke's red top up and over her small breasts, and as she wasn't wearing a bra those pert globes were fully visible, with his mouth suckling feverishly between the two as he rutted between her legs. I felt an instant wetness in my pussy, and smiled nastily.

"Well, what have we got here then?" I asked, standing with one hand on the wall and the other placed jauntily on my hip. The toe of my knee high leather boots was tip-tapping idly as I looked at them.

The effect was instantaneous. James pulled back, trying to pull his pants and trousers up and succeeding only in falling over; Ineke yanked her skirt and top down. Both of them were flushed bright red – a little from their exertions, but more from sheer embarrassment.

I tittered at James as he struggled to his feet. "You won't tell, will you, Helen?" he asked anxiously, searching my face.

"Well, that all depends," I replied, appearing to think. 

"On what?" Ineke asked, just as anxious. 

"On two things. I won't tell your bosses you were in here fucking-" and I deliberately put emphasis on the word, "if you let me join in. And secondly, if you let me tell you what to do."

"That's blackmail!" Ineke burst out angrily.

"How long do we have to go through with this?" James asked straight away, and I focussed my attention on him. He was obviously taken with the idea of having another girl, even being bossed around. I smiled sweetly.

"As long as I feel like it. I may want you to come to my house, I may want to take either or both of you right here at work. That's up to me, and not for you to know. And yes, Ineke, it is blackmail. Think of the expression on the MD's face when I tell him you were getting fucked in his time."

All the colour drained from her face, and I knew I had her by the metaphorical balls now. She was paying rent on a house and couldn't afford to loose her job, especially under such circumstances. 

"Do you – want us to...you know, whatever, right now?" Ineke asked.

I nodded. "No time like the present. Nobody's expecting me back for a little bit, nor you either." I turned around and locked the door, something they had obviously forgotten to do.

"Now, loose the clothes," I told them both.

"What, all of them?" Ineke asked, embarrassed. I nodded, still smiling sweetly.

Rapidly they took off their remaining clothes until they were both naked. James was obviously still excited, though he looked a little embarrassed; his cock was hard and upright. I judged it to be about seven inches, and thick too – just what I wanted ramming into my sopping pussy.

I shrugged out of my own blouse and skirt, then reached behind me to undo my bra. My breasts were considerably larger than Ineke's; my size was 42D, and they stood firm, the nipples hardened and aroused. James's eyes were fixed on them instantly. 

"You want a taste of these?" I asked him, to which he nodded a touch shyly.

"Come here then," I told him. He took the few steps necessary to be closer to me. I took his hands – they shook slightly – and put them on my breasts.

After a second or two his hands squeezed my breasts lightly, and I smiled wolfishly. He ducked his head and swiped his tongue across my right nipple, making me shiver with pleasure. 

The gesture seemed to make him bolder, and soon he was sucking greedily on my right nipple, biting gently at it. I gasped, my pussy throbbing, and pushed him across to the other one. 

I looked across at Ineke and saw her standing with one hand rubbing at her clit. That would never do, I thought to myself – touching herself without my permission!

"Ineke, get over here," I commanded, pushing James away. He looked disappointed, but moved back.

The girl moved forward and I wriggled out of my panties, pushing them out of the way. 

"Neither of you are to touch yourself in my presence without my permission," I told them both sternly. "Do you understand?"

They nodded straight away, and my pussy lurched again. I just loved that sense of control over them!

I was just wearing my knee-high leather boots now, and the looks on their faces told me they appreciated the sight. 

"James, lay down on the floor," I told him, and he hastily agreed. He laid on his back, his cock sticking straight up in the air. I scooted up onto the edge of the basin and spread my legs wide apart, bracing my boots against the wall.

"Ineke. Lick my pussy and get me nice and wet to slide down onto James's cock."

"No!" she told me indignantly. 

"Or I tell the MD you were fucking around in his time," I continued in a softly menacing voice.

Ineke gulped and slowly stepped forward. She bent her head lower, lower – until finally she was a few inches away from my hot, wet pussy. It didn't need any more moistening, but I wanted to introduce the girl to lesbian sex early in my regime. She would get a lot of this kind of treatment if I had my way. 

"Do it," I urged. I could see James watching intently. 

Slowly Ineke's tongue moved out – and then I tensed as I felt it touch the base of my pussy, gently sliding into my hole. It withdrew, then went in again, licking up the length of my wet lips. She hesitated when she reached my clit, and I put my hand on her head, stopping her.

"Do you like your first taste of pussy?" I asked her. "Do you like my pussy juices on your tongue?" God, I felt so horny; playing with them made me so wet. I needed to cum soon.

"Yes," Ineke mumbled. 

"What was that? I didn't quite hear."

"Yes, I like the taste of your pussy!" she shot back, and I smiled. 

"Good. Now suck my clit and make me wet!" I ordered her.

She obediently agreed, lapping her tongue over my clit, making me twitch with every movement. Eventually she began to suck on it, and I had to push her away after a few minutes. I didn't want to cum too soon.

"That's enough. Now suck James's hard cock, make him wet too. Lots of lubrication."

Ineke obeyed without a word, getting down on her hands and knees beside him. She took his cock in her mouth with the ease of long association, and I idly wondered how long they had been screwing like this. 

James shuddered and stifled a groan of pleasure between clenched teeth as Ineke deep throated him. Again I pulled her off, then slipped off the edge of the basin.

"Ineke, I want you on the floor next to James. On your back, and spread those sexy legs."

Slowly, teasing both myself and him, I lowered my hot, juicy pussy down onto his lightly twitching cock. His back arched as I sank myself down onto him to the hilt.

When Ineke was in position with her legs spread, I trailed my hand over her breasts as I began to slowly, lightly ride James's hard cock. It felt so fucking good sliding in and out of my hot hole.

I pinched first one, then the other, of Ineke's small nipples, using my other hand to squeeze my own breast. I slid my hand down lower, gently resting it above her pretty shaved pussy – then I slipped first one, then two fingers up and into her. 

She was very tight and I loved the feeling; I knew that I would have to fuck her with a strap on soon. I timed it so my fingers matched the in and out motions of James's cock within me; soon I had them both writhing on the floor beneath me. Ineke was pinching and pulling savagely at her nipples, and I made a mental note to see how far I could get away with abusing that gorgeous body. 

I picked up my pace, slamming my pussy down hard on James's cock. He was gasping and trying not to moan too loudly; Ineke had rammed her fist into her mouth to stifle her groans. I just bit my lip, leaned forward and started to kiss James passionately, slipping my tongue into his mouth. I was going to cum within the next few seconds – and then, in a muffled crescendo of moans and deep groans, we all came at the same time. I felt Ineke's tight shaved pussy clenching on my fingers, and that set me off; my own pussy walls clenched tightly on James's cock, which then spewed a heavy load of hot, white cream deep inside me. 

Gasping for breath, I slid off of the pair of them and stood up. White cum began to dribble down my legs. 

"Ineke, eat my pussy. Clean it out."

She obeyed without a word, sliding her tongue deep into me and hooking out all of James's creamy juice. She brought me to another shuddering orgasm in the process, and cleaned that up to.

James was already getting dressed, and I let him finish. My legs felt a little trembly from two powerful orgasms so close together, but I was satisfied.

"Now get dressed and fuck off back to work," I commanded both of them as I pulled on my own clothes. "I want both of you to come round my house tomorrow night, 7pm." I gave them my address. "If you don't, you know what will happen, don't you?" They nodded in unison, and I smiled. I kissed each one of them – James responding eagerly, Ineke with a little more reservation. 

"See you later," I told them, smiling like the cat that got the cream. Which I would be, tomorrow.

If you liked that, e-mail me comments.



Work Bathroom JOI



Your sitting at your desk at work and you press play to this audio and just do as I say sexy.

* * * * *

Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (7.5 min/mp3)

* * * * *



Work Benefits



She worked for them for over 10 years, a husband and wife. The wife wasn't into sex of any kind, he always wanted it . He had, had many affairs, but she never saw him cheating on her. 

She always liked him, he was a nice man, sweet almost to the point of being weird. Nevertheless, he was very handsome. Every time he was in the same room as she, her body would feel hot and tingly. 

He sat there watching her bending over to dust the bottom shelves, his cock getting hard, closing his eyes he remembered when he first saw her, she was with his wife walking around the house telling her what her duties would be.

"Oh, baby your going to fuck, suck me so good" he thought to himself.

He had to head for the bathroom real quick and jerk off before his wife saw him and fire her on the spot. 

It was around 3 am she couldn't sleep, she got up to go downstairs to get something to drink. As she past his den door she could hear moaning. She stepped to the door, putting her ear to it and listened. It was muffled but she thought she heard,"oh yes"! "suck me baby. Suck my fucking cock".

Shaking her head she listen and didn't hear anything else. Thinking it was her mind playing tricks on her, she went ahead into the kitchen. 

He lay on his empty bed stroking his hard cock, and fantasizing about his maid. She was sucking the hell out of his cock, "oh yes suck me baby. Suck my fucking cock" he cried out.

His hand moved faster till his cum ended up all over his sheets and hand. He looked up a the shadow past his door, he got up, saw his fantasy going into the kitchen and he followed. Standing in the doorway watching her bend over showing him her ass, and some of her pussy. He went back to his room when she stood up. 

Figuring she was the only one up in the house she didn't brother to dress and just threw on her short silky robe. She opened the refrigerator to get out the juice and felt a cool draft up her backside. Smiling to herself, thinking "maybe if he would walk in right now, he would get an eye full". 

Giggling, she closed the door and went to get a glass, poured herself a drink and went to the window. Looking out into the dark night she saw a falling star. Closing her eyes she made her wish, put the glass in the sink and went back to her room. 

A few weeks later when she had just finished dusting the livingroom his wife came down stairs. "Julie, I have to be away for a couple of weeks, here's the list of stuff that needs to be done, please see to it," she told her.

Picked up her purse and waited for the taxi to get her bags. 

She watched as the taxi pulled away from the house. the phone rang and she moved towards it.

"Damn, damn and double damn, I'm not going to get this all done before he gets here" she said, to herself.

Trying to get his bedroom back together after she clean it good. Twenty minutes later she heard him calling out for the housekeeper. Ten minutes after that she came in and told her that everyone was being given the week off with pay. Julie quickly finished making the bed and left the room. 

Later, when everyone else was gone she was still trying to get-a-hold of someone to come and get her when a knock came at her door. 

"Come in" she called out.

The door opened and she saw that he was standing there smiling.

"Oh good, I was hoping you hadn't left yet. Could I talk you into staying on for extra pay dear. It would be just to cook and do some light cleaning please?" he asked.

She looked at him and smiled, "sure I'd love to, and thank you sir" she said.

Getting up and walking to him.

"I'd like you to wear this around the house this week, if you would please." he said, handing her a black thing. 

He wasn't sure how she would take it when he asked her to wear something. He hoped she would, he would love watching her walk around in it. He soon left the room but didn't go far when he remembered that he forgot to ask her something. He stood at her door and couldn't move. He saw her modeling the outfit. He got hard immediately and he left quickly to avoid being noticed. 

As she stood in front of the mirror she noticed that that black thing was a french maid's costume and it was sheer, very, very sheer. It was stunning her on. She went searching for him, and found him in his den. knocking at the door.

"Come in", she heard and opened the door. She asked him if this was alright, turning around to show him all sides. He was behind his desk smiling at her.

"Yes dear that is wonderful, you look very beautiful" he said.

"Oh would you be a dear and look in the bottom drawer of that cabinet for the orange folder" he asked.

She walked over bent over, knowing full well her ass and pussy were showing. She took a long time to find that folder too, wanting him to get a real good look at her. 

She stood there moving from one foot to the other waiting to pick up the folder, picking it up and stood up slowly and walked over to him and bent over, showing off her breasts, handed him the folder and asked if she could get anything else for him before she started dinner. He shook his head no and she left the room. 

later she headed for the den to let him know dinner was done.

"Oh god yes, feels so good" she heard him groan.

She quietly opened the door a little, he was laying on the couch naked and was stroking his cock fast. She watched as his cum shot up and out landed all over his chest and hand, lots and lots of cum.

Quietly closing the door again, she knock.

"Yes" he asked. "dinners done sir", she told him and went back to the kitchen. 

Laying on her bed late that night she couldn't sleep, all she thought about was him and his hand pumping his cock. And, how much she would have loved to walk over to him and slide him in her mouth. she was hot and thought maybe a dip in the pool would cool her off. she pulled on her robe and went out to the pool. dropping the robe onto a chair she stepped in the water.

"Mmmmmm, this feels wonderful" she said softly. 

Swimming around for a while was good, then she thought she saw something move near the bushes.

Smiling. Then she smelled his cigar smoke. She slowly swam to the edge and climbed the steps out of the pool.

Walked over to the chair and laid back. Then slowly her hands moved over her body, making her heat up real quick. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him. His hand was rubbing up and down in front of his pants. she could hear him breathing hard.

His gasp was loud when she spread her legs wide. Her hands moved over her thighs and down to her pussy, sliding a finger in, "Aaaaaggghhhh!!!" she groaned.

Her hips lifting off the chair, her hand moving faster and deeper.

She got up and stood behind the chair bent over and started pushing her fingers in harder and deeper and faster. 

He watched her, he couldn't help himself, she was the most beautiful, sexiest lady he had ever seen. His cock was aching to get out. When he heard her groan, his cock came out, he looked down and saw it in his hand.

The next thing he knew he was standing behind her sliding his cock deep into her pussy. He knew he wouldn’t last long, she was tight, hot and wet. His cock was feeling the pressure of her pussy wrapped around his shaft.

He grabbed her hips and held onto her tightly as he slammed his cock into her over and over again.

"OH GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!!!!" she screamed.

He thrusted one last time and exploded.

"FUCK!!! I'M CUMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" he cried out.



Work Bet



It started like any other day at work, dull, mundane, just what I expected. It was just myself and Harriet on the shop floor today after two of the other staff had called in sick. Luckily it wasn't very busy and there wasn't much to be done.

Harriet was in good spirits today, but then she usually was. She smiled over at me as she walked towards the stock room to collect something for a customer. I watched her go, admiring her figure as she went, thankfully getting a great view of her spectacular tight arse.

Harriet is one of those girls who is just about perfect in every way. She's the same age as myself, 24 and is easy to get on with. The conversation always flows and she is always ready for to have a laugh. A pair of large brown eyes that you cant help but get lost in and a set of sensual red lips that draw you in help to emphasize the beauty of her face which is framed by short brown hair. She's tall, 5"10, but there are still plenty of curves and legs to die for! At a guess I'd put her at a size ten.

Unfortunately my admiration was soon interrupted as a customer entered the store. I served the gentleman and a short while later the store was empty once again leaving myself and Harriet alone.

" I can't believe how quiet it is today." Harriet complained. 

"Tell me about it." I replied. " I think I may die of boredom at this rate but I guess it's handy since the others are off sick, we wouldn't want it to be too busy."

"True." She said, smiling across the till at me. 

I was stood behind the till and at that moment was extremely grateful for my 6"4 height advantage. Harriet was leaning on the till directly in front of me, the tight green top she was wearing clung to her tits giving me a great view from above. There was certainly more than a handful available to play with and it took al of my will power not to conjure up the image of what those pert breasts would look like without the green top covering them.

"We are going to miss our store targets if things don't pick up." Harriet said, snapping me out of my fantasy with a jolt.

"Not that much we can really do about it though is there?" I pointed out.

She stood in silence for a moment looking as though she was thinking of something to say but couldn't quite find the words. Eventually she looked up at me from her leaning position on the till, a smile spreading across her face and a mischievous gleam in her gorgeous brown eyes.

"Lets make it interesting." She suggested.

"Go on?" I prompted, intrigued by her suggestion.

"Well lets make a wager, whoever sells the most from this point on wins! Simple really."

"What can we wager?" I asked. "It's just over a week until pay day."

Harriet fell silent although I knew she already had an answer. She liked to play games, it was what she was good at and one of the things that made her so much fun to work with. It was also one of those things that I just knew would make her great in the bedroom.

"Ok how about if you win then you can ask me to do anything you like and if I win I can ask you to do whatever I like."

"I beg your pardon?" I asked jokingly, laughing as I said it.

Harriet broke off into a laugh to, shooting me one of her best smiles. 

"Scared you'll lose?" She taunted.

"Of course not, but what exactly do you mean by anything?"

"Be creative." She replied with a wink. "Competition starts now."

I watched her walk away to serve a customer who had just entered the store, her hips swaying with every step. I knew that given the chance to get creative with that body was not something you could pass up.

I left the shop floor and went upstairs to the staff room to grab a drink of water. As a knocked back the first glass I looked at myself in the mirror. My green eyes reflected back at me. I have a shaved head and a small amount of stubble around my strong jaw. Despite my height I'm certainly not lanky spending most evenings working out to ensure my body remains athletic and muscled.

I filled the glass with water once again and began to drink. As the water trickled down my throat I couldn't help but think Harriet had to be joking. She was being a tease, that was all. Either way I was still going to ensure I sold the most on the shop floor.

*

It was finally closing time. As soon as I'd got back onto the shop floor a queue of customers had suddenly emerged. The store had remained busy throughout the day giving me no chances to even speak with Harriet let alone ask her exactly what she meant by "Be creative".

"Well so much for it being boring." I said as I locked the doors.

Harriet laughed behind be. "I know! I can't believe how busy it got!"

I turned to face her, our eyes met and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. She looked so amazing, even in our work uniform. The tight green t-shirt hugged her body, showing off her delightful curves and the grey trousers made her legs look as though they stretched for miles.

"So let's find out who won." She said. "Of course it will be me. Maybe I should think about how creative I want to be." 

I walked quickly towards the till to hide the bulge beginning in my trousers. The images forming in my head were out of control. I was certainly having an easy time being creative.

I waited eagerly as Harriet clicked the mouse as she navigated the computer checking through the sales we had each made today. The suspense was killing me!

"Congratulations." She said with a grin. "Looks like you won."

"Of course." I replied cockily, smiling back at her. "It was just too easy." I teased.

"So how creative are you?" She asked, her eyes remaining locked on mine, refusing to let go.

"I'm not sure." I replied. I couldn't think of what to say. I didn't want to sound like some kind of pervert. At the end of the day she was surely just teasing and playing a game. "Give me some inspiration, what were you going to ask me to do?"

Harriet finally broke eye contact with me and began moving from behind the till. She walked towards me slowly, as she did her eyes seem to take every part of me in. Her soft lips pulled up slightly at the corners forming the most sensual smile I'd ever seen. She came to stop just in front of me, our bodies almost touching. She stared into my eyes for a long moment then her lips inched towards my ear.

"Well." She began in a whisper. I could feel her warm breath against my ear. "There were so many things I was going to ask you to do."

I struggled to keep my breathing under control. The electricity between us now was unreal. My blood was flowing through my veins, hot and fast, my cock hardening more with every moment threatening to close the distance between us.

"Like?" I managed in a choked response.

Harriet place a hand on my chest. "I was going to ask you to un-button my trousers, slide the zip down then slowly remove them so you could see the lacy panties Im wearing. I'd then ask you to remove them slowly, freeing my aching body. From then, well, be creative."

She inched her lips even closer to my ear and nibbled the lobe. It took every ounce of my will power to not tear off her clothes right there on the shop floor. I resisted.

"Maybe we should go to the office?" I suggested. "Then let's see how creative we can be."

We started our way up the stairs, Harriet taking the lead. Her arse was directly in front of me giving me an excellent view. I couldn't help but think that shortly I would finally get to see that magnificent body in all it's naked glory. We stepped into the office and let the door close behind us.

I took a step towards her, our eyes were locked once again. She smiled at me, her smile growing hungrier with every step I took. We were finally close enough to touch, our noses pressing against each others. I stared into her eyes for a moment, my hands now tracing the curves of her body, slowly, gently. I could feel her body shake with the pleasure of my touch. My fingers ran lines across her lower back and her sides, making their way to rest on her arse. She sighed with pleasure as my fingers made their way to the belt line of her trousers, sliding gently across the flesh of her stomach.

I inched my lips closer to hers. It seemed like a lifetime before they met but when they finally did "gentle" went out of the window.

They met with all the electricity of a lightning storm. The warmth that spread through my body like an inferno ravaging a building. My fingers no longer traced lines but held firmly onto the beauty before me. Harriets hands were all over me, her lips kissed mine with a passion I had never felt before. Our tongues danced as our bodies clashed.

I felt her hands tug at my trousers, the zip being pulled down and my button being torn off completely. My lips moved down her neck as she removed my trousers completely followed by my shorts, freeing my cock from what had just felt like a prison cell. Her skin felt warm against my lips. I let out a moan as her hand stroked the shaft of my cock, slowly stroking it causing it to grow harder still.

Harriet slowly dropped to her knees. I watched her as her tongue slowly worked its way along my shaft. She tickled my balls with the tip of her tongue then worked her way back up my shaft towards the head flicking it lightly with her tongue. I felt like I was in heaven as she finished her teasing and wrapped her lips around my cock, slowly taking it into her mouth.

I began to breath heavily as she sucked my cock, her lips working their way up and down my shaft as her tongue worked magic on the head. One hand gently rubbed at my cock, tending to the area which she couldn't quite fit into her mouth. I could feel my balls ache with the desire to cum but I wasn't about to let our moment end just yet.

I pulled off my shirt then bent down slightly to help Harriet to her feet. She grinned at me as I did and once again our lips were locked. I could taste myself which only served to turn me on even more. My hands all but tore Harriets trousers from her revealing the black and red lacy panties she wore. I wrapped my arms beneath her legs prompting Harriet to wrap her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. I took a few step forwards placing her on the desk directly ahead.

I stepped back slightly to give myself some room then dropped to my knees. I inched closer to the underwear she wore, slowly sliding it from her exposing her smooth shaved pussy. I kissed the inside of her thighs, edging closer and closer, my fingers tracing patterns along her legs. Harriet moaned loudly the closer I got, she was practically begging for contact.

My lips met her pussy, the warmth of it felt amazing, the taste of her was magnificent. My tongue worked wonders, the tip of it flicking gently against her clit. I felt Harriets fingers run across my head, holding me against her pussy as I licked, her juices flowing more rapidly now.

"I want you inside of me. I need you inside of me!" She pleaded.

I stood up and looked down at Harriet. She looked amazing as she stared up at me. She was laid across the desk, her legs spread wide at the edge of it inviting me to penetrate her. She smiled at me as I stepped forward. I ran my hands along her legs causing her to quiver with excitement. My cock was so close now that I could feel the warmth of her pussy against the head.

My cock pressed against her wet pussy meeting resistance at first but was soon past the first hurdle. The head glided into her warmth causing us both to cry out. I gently rocked backwards and forwards, her natural lubrication welcoming me deep inside of her. My balls slapped against her as I began to pound her, driving my cock deeper and harder.

I kissed Harriet hard on the lips as her legs wrapped around my back. My hands ran along her thighs then onto her stomach then towards her tits which were obstructed by the material of her t-shirt.

"Rip it off!" She demanded.

I was surprised for a moment but wasted no time. My fingers grasped at the material and tore the t-shirt open exposing her red and black lacy bra. Harriet raised her back just enough for me to fiddle the clasp of her bra and remove it. Her two lovely tits were definitely more than a handful. I took them in, perfectly rounded and pert, her nipples small and hard. My tongue worked its way town her neck towards her breasts, slowly circling her nipples. I kissed at her nipples, slowly sucking and kissing them as our bodies rocked together, my cock pounding her.

I could feel Harriets body shake beneath mine as the feeling intensified for us both. She broke away from my kiss and looked into my eyes.

"Stand up." She demanded.

I slid from between her legs and stood before her eager to see what she planned next. She stood up from the desk, her body a picture of perfection. 

"Sit down." She demanded again.

I stepped towards one of the nearby chairs and sat in it. Harriet stepped towards me, her smile almost predatory now. She place her knees on either side of my thighs and knelt over me on the chair. Her pussy was directly over my cock now and I ached to feel her again. She pulled me into an intense kiss as she lowered herself onto my cock.

The fire burned in us once again as I felt her warmth slide down the length of my shaft. Once again I was deep inside of her. She began bouncing on top of me, hammering her pussy down hard along my cock. We were both moaning loudly now. Harriet placed both her hands on my shoulders to support herself as she leant back slowly, exposing her breasts as she rode me.

I could feel my balls tighten as I sat there watching her breasts bouncing as her pussy slid up and down my shaft. I could feel her pussy contract as she began to scream, her juices running down my thigh as she came. The pleasure of it was too much. My cock hardened inside of her and I let out a yell as I began to cum. I could feel the intense pleasure flow from my balls along my cock and out into Harriets pussy. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she screamed her loudest and then her body went limp causing her to collapse into me.

We held each other for a long moment, the heat and sweat of each others bodies merging into one another. Harriet eventually raised her lips to mine and our kisses were gentle once again. They met with passion but this time it was less urgent and animal. Our tongues once against danced. After a while our lips parted.

"That was definitely creative." I said jokingly.

"It really was." Harriet replied. "We need to have more competitions like that." She said with a wink.

She collapsed into my arms once again. We sat together for a long time before getting cleaned up. I watched Harriet as she dressed herself, making the most out of her torn t-shirt as she could. Even dressed she looked as amazing as she had moments before. I could feel myself aching for more, so much more.



Work Blows



To anybody work is the same thing. You go, you work, you leave, you get paid. The same monotonous tasks set before you day after day. That's fine with me, getting paid for doing something that doesn't bother you is probably the best job in the world. To me it just got better than just getting paid.

It was any other Sunday workday. Go down to my little cave in the department store, and simply wait for others to call for my assistance. Think of any receiving dock, but this one is about 30 years old with a rat infestation, and just loads of crap and stock surrounding the area. This of course bothered me in the beginning, but just as anything else I grew to accept my place and position.

I took my place at the office desk, and fell asleep for whenever they needed me. Of course running all of the usual tasks after my nap, hangers, carryouts, pretty much filled the inbetweens. 

While going through the floors, I ran into a regular that works the weekends. Never really said much to anybody, talking just gets you into trouble. But in the end she turned out to be different. 

A little petite thing. The type of girl your afraid you can break in half just by handling her to roughly. Even though she was tiny, she had a pretty good package. Almond eyes, with a cute smile. Brunette hair, styled in her own way. Her bangs that hung over her face gave a mysterious type of feeling when you first see her. But she was a talker. Always wore dark clothes that clung to her well. Especially those skirts of hers.

Anyway while doing one of my runs through the store, she started talking to me more today.

"How's your day going?" She said in a friendly manner.

"Same old same old. I was late though." I retorted.

"Couldn't have been bad as my morning though." 

"Why, I don't think being late is a good thing." I smirked as I was collecting the hangers at her station. Always sneaking a peek whenever I could.

"Well I was two hours late today, can you beat that?" She laughed.

"Yeah that's pretty bad, you sure they ain't going bitch you out later?" I asked.

Then all of a sudden I didn't realize she wasn't listening. A customer had come and she was answering their questions. I simply figured she was busy and began on my way to finish up the floor.

"Bye." I thought I heard something and I turned around to see her smiling. Of course I usually become overzealous with situations like this, and I simply smiled and continued on my way as to not scare her away later.

The rest of the day went pretty much like clock work. Back to the normal of lunch, and sleeping. With the last hour creeping up on me, I decided to do one more hanger run. On a different floor in a different department, I was surprised to see her at a different station.

"Your like a freckin bird. What the hell are you doing here now."

"These guys keep on moving me. I swear it's like I'm their personal bitch." Again keeping her playful attitude on the surface. "You seem like your having it easy."

"What are you talking about, picking up hangers is a specialty in itself." I laughed in a sarcastic tone.

"How about we switch places? I'm so stressed."

"I don't think so, your job looks hard." As I began to walk away I quickly said, "My jobs the best, I got the best way to relieve stress, you should come down to the dock sometime." Then I made my exit.

Covering my eyes for the past half an hour, I didn't want no idiots calling upon me for any more tasks, and simply ignored the phone.

No sooner than I began drifting asleep, I heard the sound of heels walking quickly towards the office. Oh shit, not another manager. Trying to come up with some bullshit to pretend to be doing, I got up and saw her at the door.

"Wow what the hell are you doing here?!" Freaked from my previous thought of getting in trouble.

"You said you had a good way to relieve stress." She laughed softly.

"Oooohhhhh.....Damn you scared the shit out of me, I thought you was one manager." I sighed in relief. "You sure you want to do it, it's kind of juvenile and stupid though."

"All I want is to not work right now." 

I lead her to the trash compactor, and threw a hanger with all my might into the concrete.

"That's it?" She looked very confused.

"Hey don't dog it till you try it."

Soon we began throwing hangers and shattering them everywhere. I lost track of the time, and by the end the ground was littered with shattered plastic.

"Your right, that was pretty interesting. And stupid." She laughed

"Well what'd you think I did down here all day?"

I began walking in, and noticed that she wasn't following. 

"What happened?" I asked.

"No I figure there was something else."

"Like what?"

Sooner than I said that she had walked up and began kissing me on the dock. Our tongues writhed amongst each others, and I wrapped my arms around her waist and slowly massaged the small of her back, slowly making my way down to her ass.

"Shit, we shouldn't do this here. Security." And I quickly grabbed her hand led her back to the office. 

I sat myself on the chair, and layed her on my lap, and we continued where we left off. I went at it, and I started moving my hands trying to get under her blouse. When I got to the place I had wanted, she moved away, and kneeled down on the grungy 70's carpet the was layed in the office.

Before I knew it she had already unbuckled and unzipped me. She pulled me out of my confinement and lowered her hot mouth on the head of my shaft. As she was working and licking me I pulled her bangs away from her face and I was able to look her in the eyes as she squinted like she was smiling. Then it was like a vacuum and she worked her way up and down my entire cock. Who would have thought that this small girl could take the entire length down her throat. 

Only a couple of lengthy bobs was needed, and I quickly told her that I was gonna cum soon. But that didn't stop her and she continued to lick and swirl her tongue around the tip. Reaching that point of no return I quickly muttered what I could, 

"I'm telling you that I'm gonna cum." I heaved from what was happening.

"Just say when again." As she brought her mouth up and teased my head.

Down she went again, and the pressure from her throat was needed to push me over. My cock sank into her throat again as spurts cum shot down her throat. And she held her face down all the way to the base, and gave me a sly eye every now and then.

Just like that I was done, and she quickly stood herself back up straightening herself out. Her mouth was so incredible, I wish I didn't finish so quickly.

"That's what I had in mind. Maybe I'll catch you next week." With her voice trailing off as she left. 

Confused on why she didn't want hers, I got myself straightened up and I noticed the time. Half an hour past closing already. Time to go home.

On the drive back to my apartment, I couldn't wait until next week as I recalled what just happened. Then it suddenly hit me, although I talked to her I never got her name. I wonder if work will be the same. 



Work Boyfriend



She was at it again. Doing what I loved and hated all at once. Being completely sexy and desirable yet closed off and unobtainable all at once. We were at Norah's, the magazine we both worked for at the time, but somehow I was working and she was lying her head down on my shoulder.

"I don't know what it is about you but you are so comfy whenever I touch you," she said in her deep, country accent.

"I can say the same for you too," I said back.

"Mmm, I swear I could just fall asleep."

"With me or on me?"

"Heh. You're silly, Jerome."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Lydia."

Somehow I tried to keep convincing myself that I didn't want this woman who was everything I wouldn't pick out in a lineup. She was short-haired blonde, a double no with me; she was my height, 5"9', another no no since I usually like my girls a little shorter than me; she was country as all hell and listened to Alan Jackson and Travis Tritt, music I couldn't stand; and no matter how many things I could put on a list of dislikes I would look into her eyes, that were so sky blue they were almost clear, and I would forget everything off-putting about her. Then I always looked at the bigger picture and realized that she actually was sexy, from her just right chest to her wide hips ("I have a black girls' ass," she always told me, "It's too big." To which I always replied, "Not if you ask a black man.") to that mesmerizing smile. Man, that SMILE. It looked like a dentists' wet dream gift wrapped in Estella Warren's lips; true brilliance. 

And everyday that I saw her for the first time it always started off the same way. I would see her, say her name, she would pause in her tracks, turn around to me, smile that oh so beautiful smile and greet me with wide open arms. We ended up in these long-standing half-a-minute hugs, rocking back and forth just chit-chatting away as people walked by. And she always smelled so good! You recognize things like that holding on to someone for long enough five days a week.

Back to that day.

"Seriously, Lydia, don't you think you should be working on your story instead of slumping down here with the designer?"

"I don't know, maybe. But you aren't in my hole so I'm in here."

So many sexual comments ran through my mind with that one.

"Besides, you're working on the layout for my feature anyway so I figured that you're the best person to work with right now."

"But I do the layout for the whole magazine."

"Well, I know my feature better look better than everyone else's then."

"You know, if you weren't so hot I might think you were ordering me around."

"Jerome, you know we're friends. I would never do that."

"I have a list of things you wouldn't do with me."

"Oh really? And how do you know?"

I shrugged my shoulders and continued my cropping on the computer screen.

"Well alright then. Don't assume you know everything."

The discussion, if you can call it that, was over that quickly. Her head was back on my shoulder, close enough to smell just about every scent on her. I hated that she made me want her so much without trying but I loved the attention. It wasn't even like I was starving for it though. I'm not ugly and I got a fair amount of flirting done on a daily basis with just about every woman on my floor... but I loved what she did for me. Honestly, I don't think I ever saw her hugging any guys other than me and she went to lunch with me pretty consistently. I'm sure it was the fact that she gave me so much of her time that kept me in her orbit but the strange thing is that outside of work we barely spoke. On a couple of occasions I brought her Starbucks after calling her in the morning and I could probably count on both hands the number of times we spoke or text on the phone after hours.

But at work was entirely different. 1/3 of my texts were to or from her during work hours and it would be more except for the fact that any time she wasn't writing me, she was with me. We even took pictures together. We would break out the phones or every few weeks she would bring her camera in so we could bullshit throughout the day. I even had a picture of her for my phone wallpaper.

It was confusing because if we were going to be just friends, why couldn't we at least hang out when we left at night? She would always tell me she was sore in hopes that I would rub her neck or anywhere else on her body that seemed to ail her. She never objected to me holding her when she worked at her own desk and then there were the meetings.

We always sat next to each other at every meeting, which never started out as an issue, despite our minor contact each time. On one occasion I think we started crossing a line midway through our Editor In Chief, Rachel's briefing. We started off innocently enough sitting in the conference room with Lydia in front of me. Something compelled me to reach out and touch her hair to which she replied, "don't stop." I did as requested and started to stroke her hair over and over. Eventually Rachel broke us up after Lydia was found lying in my lap, almost asleep, feet on the desk and my hands playing in her hair like we were at home watching a movie. That's about when the rumors started, or at least when everyone could confirm thoughts they had on their own.

Problem is none of the rumors were true...no matter how much I wanted them to be. Dudes would come up to me daily and congratulate me for sleeping with her, then when I told them we were just friends they just approached her themselves. But like clockwork, she would brush them off in order to come be with me. I would have started blowing her off because of the confusion but she looked so good next to me everyday. Okay, so that part was my own doing but seriously, how many straight men don't like beautiful women hanging around them? Take your time thinking of that low number. I'll wait...

"So Jerome, why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Because you won't be mine."

"You're cute darlin'. I'm serious, I wanna know."

"That wasn't serious?"

"I mean, I think you're a good looking guy and you're smart as hell. I'm just trying to figure out why you're not with anyone."

"Ok Lydia, tell you what... think of all of the reasons you haven't dated me. Those are all of the reasons other women think of too."

She sat silently and thought for about 4 seconds, nodded her head and continued to eat lunch and talk.

"I always have problems getting a good boyfriend."

"I guess I could get that you might be a little selective. I saw on this show Confessions of a Matchmaker that who you pick up has a lot to do with your interests. What do you like to do?"

"I like clubbin', muddin'..."

"Muddin'? I saw that shit on an episode of True Life! People actually do that?"

"Yeah! It's fun!"

"I bet. Arkansas must have been boring."

"At least we were doing stuff. All you sound like you do is watch TV."

And that's how half of our lunch conversations went. Of course we did the normal talking about mutual friends and things like that but it was never more than surface level. Anytime I tried to dig deeper she pulled away almost like she was calculating every word I said. I never thought she was the type to do that but apparently I was wrong. Maybe I was just a good friend. Maybe she didn't actually think about me after hours. Who knows, I could have just been reading too much or too little into her.

I tried to drop my thoughts about her until Valentines Day rolled around. Me being the nice guy that I am, I bought a box of cards and handed them out to all the women in the office like we were in elementary school. It always worked and I continued my streak as the "sweet guy" for the 365. Surprisingly, Lydia wasn't around me that day like she normally was. It had something to do with bad experiences and breakups on that day. Either way I knew she didn't have a Valentine so I decided to assign myself that task. I showed up with the Frappuccino from Starbucks I always bring her on Thursdays and surprised her with a big bag that had a teddy bear, flowers, candy and a card I wrote a short poem in.

After I handed it to her she gave me what I felt was the tightest hug anybody had ever given me, especially her; it was also one of the longest. I wished her a happy V-Day as she held on to me and eventually sat back down at her desk. As I made my way back to my own, I noticed my right shoulder felt cold...and wet. Then it dawned on me...

I walked back to her desk to find that she and all of the stuff I got her were gone. I sent her a text to confirm my suspicions.

Lydia, were you crying?

It took about 10 minutes for her to respond, a change from her normal 3 seconds, but when she did I felt a little out of place.

Yeah. I was. You are too sweet. Thank you.

And really, what can you say at that point? I didn't know what to do or even how to think. Finally I got a rise out of her after 6 months of trying and then... well, I didn't know at that point. And I sat around all day at work trying to figure it out, hoping to see her on Friday. Then getting disappointed when I didn't see her... So many questions popped into my mind by the time I left work that night but just like she had left our 'relationship' at work, I was going to do the same and not think about it over the weekend.

Then came Monday.

I hopped off of the elevator and saw Lydia walking towards her desk but coming from the direction of mine. I looked at her walking away (which always looked great) but didn't bother to stop her. Instead I preceded towards where she came from... and was there ever a surprise waiting for me. Another teddy bear was resting on my desk holding a rather large picture frame. But there weren't just ordinary pictures inside, instead there were a collage of pictures all of Lydia and I. Turns out she spent the weekend printing the pictures and arranging it for me; an out of work activity. I picked it up in complete disbelief, scanning it for comments I had made to her that she wrote down, dates and the shape of the cut outs. What really got me were that some of the pictures were edited so that other people that were in them couldn't be seen anymore and a few were cut into hearts, including the one dead in the middle with out heads together about a week after we met.

And for me, that was it.

I laid everything down and went looking for her. I wanted some answers, hell just one answer. I wanted some reciprocity. I wanted to tell her to tell me how she felt about me. This way I could either stop imagining us together or we could finally make something of the little that we have.

At first she was nowhere to be found. No one knew where she was but they knew she hadn't left yet. I knew exactly where to find her then. At the end of a long hallway at the tail end of the floor was Rachel's office. On more than one occasion we ended up there alone since Rachel was out of the office more often than not (especially on the week of her anniversary), plus because of the distance from there to rest of the production floor, no one ever came there without calling first. This was by Rachel's design; no one was interrupting her unless they absolutely had to. And wouldn't you know it, inside the room I found her, sitting in Rachel's chair with her head in her hands, crying.

"Lydia..." 

She didn't hear me the first time. I closed the door behind me and when it clicked her head shot up and looked at me with runny mascara.

"H-he-e-hey, Jerome. What's up?" She was stuttering and smiling, oddly, at me.

"I was looking for you. What's wrong?"

She took some Kleenex from a box and started to wipe her face dry. "Actually...I'm really...happy. I know how I look right now doesn't really show that but...I am."

She started to gain more of that Waffle House waitress tone in her voice as her speech slowed to a crawl. I loved it more than I cared to admit.

"So if you don't mind me asking, what are you so happy about?"

"Well, you probably won't believe this but... I'm happy about you."

I walked over to the desk and stood next to her. "Then why are you crying?"

"Because...because, you're so wonderful. And I don't have you. But..."

"But...what? Lydia, I'm sure you know I want you to be mine-"

"Yes I..."

"And I'm pretty sure you feel something for me, right?"

"Jerome..."

I kissed her. I had to. There nothing else I needed to hear from her lips. I held her face with both hands and brought her to her feet. It felt too right not to be, especially when she started to kiss me back. I knew that we were okay then.

She stopped me briefly and started to whisper something to me.

"Jerome, we-"

"No, Lydia. There's nothing that needs to be discussed right now. All I know is right here, right now in this room. Me and you, nothing else, no other time or place. This is what's right."

She looked down for a second and looked back at me...and a single tear fell down her face. I pushed her face back up to me with my finger and with her voice cracking she said to me, "You are the most amazing man I've ever met."

We kissed again, hard. I had imagined our first kiss a few times before and this was much better than that. We tried to hold each other but our hands kept racing up and down each other so much it was hard to do. I pushed her back down on the office chair while still kissing her, got on my knees in between her legs and pulled her panties from under her skirt. I wasn't even going to let her mumble a word; I threw her legs on my shoulders and heard her heels clack against the edge of the wood table behind me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and gently rolled her towards my face where my tongue lunged into her delightfully sweet center. 

"Oh...baby...God...," I heard her say. I replied with my mouth but only by delving further into her. Her lips felt marvelous in my mouth and she tasted even better. At first it felt as though she wanted to pull away from me but I couldn't let that happen. I wasn't just tasting her and this wasn't just about sex; I was pleading with her. I was begging her with my body to be mine...and it was working. "More," she called, "More!" And I did as told. I wanted the feeling to last forever, wanting to be wanted by her. My hands started to roam her body as I simultaneously fed on her. One of her own hands held my head in her lap while the other grabbed my own and held it to her chest, almost as if she wanted me to feel her rapid heartbeat. This was my supreme turn on. I finally could feel what I was doing to her. Her heart racing meant that she felt me inside her. I was affecting her anatomy, her mental state. She needed more of me...

I stood up and lunged forward to kiss her. Our tongues were untamed, wildly swirling onto each other. I lowered my jeans and boxers, then held her closely while whispering, "I've been waiting for this moment ever since I met you." I slowly drove myself into her to the end, feeling her dig her nails into my back and pulling my shirt in opposite directions letting out, "OH!" with my first stroke.

Her legs went from resting on the desk behind me to wrapping around my waist. Once this happened I picked her up and began to pendulate slowly inside her, holding her in mid-air, watching her stare at me pleasing her body. I watched tears fall down her face slowly as she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me repeatedly, pecking my cheeks, forehead and lips, French kissing me briefly. Suddenly I felt her leg reach out again for the desk, this time pulling us both towards it. I felt the edge of the desk on the back of my thighs when she somehow laid me down on it and began straddling me. 

"You feel so good inside of me," she said with baited breath. She pulled her shirt and bra over her head and started to work herself up and down on my shaft, causing me to plow her walls, releasing a confirmation of her approval by soaking us both. She started off slow, increasing her speed in a short amount of time, causing pictures and papers to fall off and hit the floor. Her soft coo's started to increase in volume as well, so I pulled her chest to mine and rolled my tongue off into her mouth again, muffling the moans with my own. Holding her down didn't stop her from riding me though. She was trying to cum and I could tell from how she was tightening up around me. I wanted to cum with her, I knew it would be easy and perfect to do it.

We were lying on the short end of the desk. I held her close and gently rolled her around until we were lying long ways across it, knocking over anything left standing on the desktop. With me on top I started to push with focus. Her legs were moving non-stop as I kept on drawing moisture out of her, moving to the brink of a mutual orgasm. The look in her eyes caught me off guard and I can tell mine did too. It only took a few minutes before I felt that tingle run through my body and enter hers. We were cumming...orgasming...together...wonderfully. We knew to stay silent because we were still at work so all we could do is look at each other with mouths agape, bodies tightening on each other before the pressure started to subside and we collapsed into a heap.

I felt her start to stoke head the same way I had stoked her hair dozens of times before; soft, slow and caring. I knew we were set from that moment on. Nothing could tell me different. I slowly pulled out of her after a moment resting and started to adjust myself and get us both dressed. Once all of her clothes were back on she sat on top of the desk and, surprisingly, started to gently weep again.

"Please tell me those are tears of joy?" I asked her.

"Yes and no," she softly replied, voice cracking again.

I smiled back, sitting in the chair in front of her. "C'mon, it wasn't that bad was it?"

She tried to laugh off the remark. "Jerome, it was wonderful. Just like everything you do. You are always so wonderful to me....you're even better than my husband."

That's when my ceiling fell in. My eyes grew wide as I said, "You're married?!"

She nodded her head yes.

"How could you not have told me?!"

"Jerome, not a lot of people know inside this job. I didn't even have much of a marriage until a little after I met you. That's why this is so hard for me."

She continued her sobbing. I just couldn't believe it. Now it all made perfect sense. This is why we never talked outside of work. The same reason we were so close there. The reason I couldn't have her for myself. I stood up and started to pace the room trying to figure it out on my own but nothing was coming up. So I asked her.

"Please...explain. I need to know why you let me on like this...for this long."

Her tears were slowly subsiding as she began her story. "When I first started working here, I had been married for 2 years and separated about 3 months. My husband...we were going through some problems then and I didn't know if we were getting back together. I still loved him but I wasn't entirely ready to move on. We moved here together and for a while he was all I knew. Then I met you."

"But obviously that didn't change anything."

"Do you think you would be my work boyfriend if nothing changed?" she asked me, sternly.

"Work boyfriend? Is that what I am? What a title!"

"I understand you're a little mad but... listen. After I met you, I started to understand what I wanted from my marriage. You were all the things he used to be to me, plus more. I was ready to give in when...he came back. And without telling him to do anything, he started to do those little things that I needed. We got back together but I didn't know how to break it off with you. I never wanted to let you down so I just never let anything happen. 

But then Valentines Day came and you were so sweet to me...that was the sweetest thing you could have done. My husband just sent me a text message saying happy V-Day. You gave me all that stuff. You were too sweet as you always are and I hated knowing that I was going to do the right thing, work on my marriage and not be with you, probably the best man I've ever met."




Work Boyfriend



I sat speechless. The most flattering things in the world she could say were all coming out and I couldn't even savor them because I knew this was going nowhere.

"So last weekend I figured the most I could do for you is show my appreciation by getting you something to let you know I do care. I went to a friends' house to make that collage and told my husband I was working all weekend. She watched me cry as I cut out those pictures, trying to make me feel better by telling me I was doing the right thing and in a way, that was closure...but..."

"But...?"

"It wasn't...it hasn't been. And it won't be. Then you make love to me like you just did and... Jerome, I've never had anyone make love to me like that, ever. In all my years of marriage and life, what we just had was the best sex...the best love I have ever made with anyone. And I will never forget it. But I also can't forget my husband and I can't leave him out in the cold.

I want you. I do. I think...I think I love you, Jerome. But as much as I love to be around you, right now is not a good time to be with you romantically. That's why we can't do this again. I don't want an affair with you because if I have you I want you the right way."

"So what do we have now, Lydia? What is this that we have?"

"We have an incredible friendship. And I don't want what happened to come between us. Honestly, if we act any different now, everyone is gonna know something is up?"

"So you want me to act like nothing happened to keep up appearances?!"

"No," she said, cutting me off. "I want you to be the sweet man you've always been, the one who showed me love and how to love again because that's the man you are. I don't care about appearances, Jerome, you know that. But I do care about you."

I was so blindly furious that I didn't know what to say. So many things were dancing around my head yet again. I wanted to storm out and tell everyone. I wanted to walk calmly and tell no one. Hell I even thought to take her phone, call her husband and let him know everything. That's when she walked up to me and hugged me. Just like she always did; tightly, cozy and warm. Full of passion, full of warmth and everything I wanted from her. Then she kissed me softly and said, "Do this for us. And when you find someone else I will do the same. I care for you too much not to."

It didn't take long for me to reply. "Okay," I told her. "I'll do it...for us. Come on. Let's clean up this mess."

We picked up the room to make it appear as though nothing happened. As normal, no one had come by during our little rendezvous so we weren't going to be found out unless one of us said something. Before we exited I had one more thing to ask her.

"Am I really the best you've ever had?"

She smiled sweetly, "Never better. And I promise, Jerome, if I ever leave my husband again, I will come crawling to you. You are too good of a man to let go. Your next woman should be honored to have you."

I smiled back at her and told her we had to go, but leave a few minutes apart and go in separate directions. We met for lunch that day and smiled at each other more than talked. Since that day almost a year ago she hasn't left her husband yet but as bad as it sounds, I hope she does. I haven't lost faith in her yet and I think our connection has only gone stronger since that day. We've never argued once and I can tell now that our friendship is undying.

For now I'm okay being her work boyfriend. It actually...works, for me. Plus Valentine's Day is coming up again. I can't wait to show her what I'm going to do for an encore.



Work Break



I burst through the front door. "Hi, Sweetheart. I’m home."

The house smelled of Pledge and Windex and from the kitchen I heard the sounds of running water. The carpet was freshly vacuumed.

"I’m in here," came a soft voice from the kitchen. 

I parked my briefcase by the door, took off my dress shoes, hung my jacket in the closet and headed through the family room towards the kitchen.

"Hey aren't we missing a few small critters that usually inhabit the three-foot area around me feet?" 

"Oh yea, your mom dropped by and picked them up at two o’clock to go to the movies and dinner. They should be back at seven." You replied over your shoulder, shouting over the noise of the running water. "And since I had some free time I thought I would give this place a quick once over." 

I entered the kitchen, hopped up on the counter top and watched as you scrubbed out the mop bucket. You wore a gray pair of sweatshorts and my old Rugby T-shirt with your old Kentucky basketball cap on your head. A pair of yellow latex gloves pulled up to your elbows completed the ensemble.

Confused by my sudden silence, you turned around to see what I was up to. Your face was streaked with dirt from cleaning. The front of your white T-shirt was soaked with water from the sink and the thin wet material allowed me a perfect view of your unbridled breasts. At that moment I found you very sensual and instantly my cock became hard in my slacks. 

"What are you staring at?" you said gruffly.

"You, my love" I replied as I leaped off the counter and headed towards you.

I kissed you passionately on the lips, tasting the sweat from your hard labor and the chemicals that were your tools of the moment. 

"Stop it." You pushed me away, laughing. “I am covered in grime and sweat and look like hell." 

"So?" I kissed you again. 

"I am really disgusting.” Your protested as my lips found yours again. The tone waning as the passion of my kisses began to race through your body.

Gently I scooped you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. I then stripped off your shorts and let them fall to the clean floor. I spread your legs apart and ran my tongue along your clit. Quickly the moisture from your awakening sex began to emerge from your soft mound. 

"Stop, What if somebody sees? "

"Sees what? You sitting on the counter?" I said while I licked feverishly at your swelling sex.

"Oh, God, that feels so good, Chris, but are you sure its.....? Ahhh" your voice cracked as the first small orgasm raced through you pussy. 

I did not bother with a retort for I knew that you had passed caring about the nosy neighbors and were now engulfed in your own sexual paradise. I knew that your sex was now ready to be probed. I slowly maneuvered my hand into your wet slit and glided my index and middle fingers into your convulsing sex. Working the fingers in unison I began to run them in up along the roof of your wet slit, caressing your G-spot and coaxing out more fluid from your now dripping sex. My tongue continued to flick at your hood, sending shivers up your spine.

Your head was tossed back to the ceiling. Moans and shrieks of pleasure jumped from your mouth with each passing orgasm. You screamed as you grabbed my face and pushed me onto your hot crotch. "God, you turn me on, Chris." My fingers continued to work their magic and a third orgasm sent you reeling back against the window sill. 

"Fuck me now!" you shouted springing to the floor and tearing eagerly at my belt and waist of my pants.

I helped you out by undoing the button and zipper allowing my pants to crumple at my feet. As my pants dropped, you diverted your attention to my red briefs yanking them to the floor exposing my hard swollen member. 

You instantly engulfed my member in you mouth feeding on my sex with such ferocity that I thought I was going to cum right then and there. Sensing my rising urge to cum, you released my shaft and pulled me down to the floor, and positioned me on my back. The vinyl flooring was still damp with rinse water and the cool sensations made me shiver slightly. However, the cold was short lived as you quickly climbed over me and lowered your swollen sex onto my hard shaft. 

As soon as my cock was sheathed inside you, you began to rock and buck up and down atop the solid rod, riding my sex and pounding into my flesh. I matched your plunging body by thrusting upwards with my hips meeting you midway between each thrust. The pleasure was intense as your sopping flesh coated my rigid form. I could feel the muscles of your lips squeezing tightly around my slippery member. Their futile efforts at stopping my flesh from sliding up into you only added to the pleasure. 

Again you came. I could feel the wetness as it erupted over me, filled your saturated hole and drenched my body again. As we fucked, I groped your hard breasts beneath the shirt, squeezing, fondling and massaging the soft white flesh until your nipples we erect and poked through the cotton material. 

It felt so good inside you and I wanted to cum so bad. As my passion neared completion I grabbed your hips and guided you up and down at a harder and faster pace. I pulled and tugged at your waist and pulled you, drove you onto me.

"Oh Chris!" you screamed as you came again

This time I could not resist and I met your climax with my own, my thick sex fluid catapulted from my plunging sex to coat your insides. Together we convulsed and shook in unison and enjoyed our individual sexual fulfillment together. 

As the pleasure induced earthquake subsided, you collapsed onto my chest and kissed me on the lips.

The chime of the door bell echoed in the front hallway.

You shot out of my arms and knelt erect over my body, alarmed by the sound and worried about being discovered. 

"Oh yea," I stated calmly, and tried not to laugh.

"Oh, yea, what?" You shot a hard, cold, glare in my direction.

"Did I forget to tell you I ordered pizza?" 

"What? You set this whole thing up. Your parents, the sex, the pizza all of it?"

"Yep," I said, as I smiled sheepishly into your face.

The bell chimed again.

Smugly I said "For whom the bell tolls, my lover. It tolls for thee."

With that, I extracted the money from my shirt pocket and gently nudged you with my hips. 

Defiantly you got up, pulled you shirt down to cover your excited sex and walked to the door.

Upon opening the door, you were greeted by the twenty-one year old delivery boy whom I had met to just fifty minutes earlier. He held back his laughter as he handed you the hot box containing the pizza. Fixed to the box top was a pink envelope.

A red flush from the embarrassment engulfed your face, neck, and upper shoulders as you told the boy, “Thank you. "

You quickly closed the door. As you turned back into the house, you placed the pizza on the front table and opened the envelope.

Inside was a simple flowered card that read:

"Gentle Rose who fills my nights
Let me treat you  to sweet delights 
Your body is my true desire
Come to me, extinguish my fire. 

Take me now, upon the floor. 
Hold me here, forever more
And when the hunger for you is fed
Then let's us go and dine in bed. 

Sex the prelude to the meal
Pizza and wine to finish the deal. 
Then, again, I’ll make you mine
From now until the end of time. 

I love you, Chris



Work Break



So I'm sitting at my desk in the bedroom, concentrating on my work, when you walk in wearing a silk robe. I look up and see how the robe hugs your curves, and how you're looking at me, and I tell you to come to me, that I'm ready for a break.... You smile and walk across the room to me, sitting in my desk chair.

"Kneel down here baby and undo my pants."

You unbuckle and unzip me, and I raise my hips so you can slide them off me.

"Good girl, now my boxers, but don't touch me yet."

Again I raise my hips so you can take off my boxers. My cock is already starting to swell, and you look up at me for what's next.

"Now I want you to touch my cock, baby. Use your hands to feel and stroke me."

You stroke my cock gently, and I swell even more at your touch. You cup my balls with your other hand, feeling how big and heavy they are. You run your fingertips around the head of my cock, then stroke up and down the shaft. You look up into my eyes, then back down to see the effect you're having on me.... You bend down to lick me, but I tell you no, not yet, not until I tell you to....

I watch you stroke me, and you seem mesmerized at how much I'm growing and swelling. A drop of pre-cum appears, and I tell you to lick it off, and leave it on your tongue. My toes curl at the touch of your tongue to my cockhead, but I pull you off and lean down to kiss you deeply, my tongue dancing with yours. Then I break the kiss and guide you down to my cock again. I'm now fully hard and throbbing with anticipation.

"Now I want you to kiss and lick my cock. Use your lips and tongue, but do not take it into your mouth."

You start down at the base, licking up the length of the shaft of my cock, then licking all around the head, then back down the shaft. You kiss up and down the length of my hard cock, your lips and tongue working on me. I wrap my fingers in your hair and guide you up and down.

"Look up at me baby...I want to look in your eyes while you lick my cock."

I guide you up to the head and let you lick and kiss it for a long time, savoring every sensation. I trace your lips with the head of my cock, sliding around and around your wet lips as you try to keep your tongue in contact with my head, lapping up the drops of pre-cum....

"Stop."

You look up at me, wondering what's wrong.

"Take off your robe, I want to see your tits while you lick my cock."

You smile and slide the robe off your shoulders, and I love seeing your full round tits. Your nipples are hard and red, and I squeeze and pinch them for a minute, watching the desire on your face, and then guiding you back to my cock.

"You've been a good girl, so now I'm going to let you suck the head of my cock, but no more than the head."

You give your tongue another swirl around the head and then suck it into your mouth. Ohhhhhh God, the feeling of you sucking me is incredible. I wrap my fist around the shaft so that you can only take the head into your mouth. You're sucking hard and looking up at me. I lower my fist an inch so that you can now suck another inch of my cock into your mouth....

I now stand up. My hand on the back of your head guides you to my cock, and now I give you all of me. I guide you down the shaft until I feel my head hit the back of your throat, and then I pull all the way out, then then guide you slowly down the length again. I watch my cock slide in and out of your lips, your eyes sometimes closed, sometimes looking up at me.

For a moment I lose control, and I grab your head with both hands and hold you still while my hips thrust in and out, fucking your mouth. You close your eyes and moan with pleasure, knowing that at this pace it won't be long until I shoot a big load of cum down your throat. But I want to make this last longer, so regaining control, I slow down...still holding your head, I very slowly feed you as much as you can take, then ever-so-slowly withdraw again, watching inch after inch of my cock slide out of your mouth. Your eyes are open again, looking up at me....

"Do you like sucking my cock, baby? Do you like the feel of my big fat cock filling your mouth and sliding into your throat?"

I can see you smile and wink at me, and I groan with pleasure.

"Put your hands behind your back. I'm going to stand here as still as a statue, and I want you to make me cum without using your hands - just using your lips, tongue, and mouth."

You moan, knowing that I've now given you control to take things at your own pace. I see your hands clasped tightly behind your back, as you know I'll tie them there if you forget. You start slowly, sucking first the head, then the head plus a little of the shaft.... You bob your head up and down, take just a little more every time, still moving slowly, and looking up at me with your big eyes....

Now you switch into high gear.... I can feel the pre-cum leaking into your mouth, and I know you can taste it and sense how close I am. You're bobbing frantically up and down, taking about two-thirds of my cock into your throat, grunting sexily on each bob of your head.

I want this to last forever, but you're too good, and I know I'm about to pop....

"Oh yeah baby...I love how you suck my cock, how you fuck me with your hot mouth.... You're gonna make me cum, you know that? I'm gonna shoot a hot load of jizz down your throat baby!!!"

You now switch into hyper-drive, moaning non-stop, as my cock plunges in and out of your mouth. I hear myself shout out loud as my orgasm starts...wave after wave of ecstacy washing over my body as I shoot rope after rope of hot white cum down your throat.... You suck frantically, swallowing gulp after gulp of my hot seed.... You continue to suck very slowly and softly as my orgasm subsides, looking up at me with your smiling eyes....

Feeling weak to the point of exhaustion in my post-orgasmic bliss, I collapse backwards into the chair. You kneel forward to hug me, your head on my belly, and I stroke your hair and feel your soft warmth against my belly....

Finally, you tell me that break time is over, as you put your robe back on and head towards the bathroom. I tell you that you're the best, as I hear you start the shower. Peering out of the bathroom, you tell me with a wink, "I know."



Work Break



Your hands grip my hips as I straddle you on the leather computer chair. They slowly explore the curves under the tight jeans I wore just to turn you on. Reaching to the back of me, your hands grab my ass and squeeze, pulling my whole body closer to you. My body gets warm and fidgety just thinking about those big hands, with thick, long fingers. That hungry mouth of yours takes over mine...our tongues dive deep and the exquisite pleasure of the wet textures rubbing makes us breathe harder. One of my hands wraps around your strong, thick neck and my nails can't help but dig into the skin slightly. My other hand is rubbing your pecs and feeling over your broad shoulders. 

You love when I wear my tight jeans and low-cut black tank top. The jeans hug my figure, giving away hints of what lies beneath and my black tank gives you easy access to my ample breasts. I love when you're at the computer, working away and I come by to distract you. Kissing, nibbling, licking at your warm neck and teasing your earlobes. At times, I bend over to reach something or lean over you to get at what I need...and you can't help but stop what you're doing to watch. You try and get back to work, but I need your attention and don't let you get away that easily. 

Today is no different, only I need you now and I couldn't help just straddling you in the middle of your work on the computer. Why do you have to smell and look so damn good? 

My mouth hastily parts from yours and moves down to your warm, thick neck. Biting gently at your earlobes, I can smell that heavy, musky scent of you mixed with your cologne. Just smelling you gets me wet. I leave a light trail of wetness where my tongue has slid over the skin just under your jaw line. Your head leans back and you let out a low groan when I bite over your jugular vein and run my hands through your hair.

No longer waiting patiently, your cock jumps and pushes against the jeans which encase it like a prisoner. You reach down to straighten it under your pants and the bulging head is just visible at the top, peaking out and still straining against the heavy fabric. My hands run down your chest and stomach to the top of your jeans, my nails grazing over the tip of your cock. Your breath catches and as your hips buck slightly, your bulge rubs against my clothed clit, creating a slight shock wave through my body. 

My hands bring your face to mine in a hurry and I can't seem to kiss you hard enough. Sitting up quickly, your hands pull me into you and hold me against your throbbing bulge. Being needy, my encaged pussy can't help but begin rubbing against your growing, clothed cock...

Your phone rings. I whine as you give me the apologetic look. Succumbing to the ring, you answer the phone...it's your boss. You'll be on the phone for a while. 

Remaining straddled over you, my head rests on your shoulder. I can feel the hardness of your cock going down and your hands have released off my hips. I need to have you now and having to give you up to your boss is killing me. My teeth nibble desperately at your neck and I whimper lightly at your free ear. I can't help but keep humping your groin, pressing the inner seam of my tight jeans against my clit, soaking the fabric with my juices. 

You try to keep your voice strong and firm, professional...but it is weakening. You have to take deep breathes to keep from moaning over the phone. It humours me to see you resisting my temptations. But you really have no choice because I've decided to drive you crazy, just as you've done to me. Rising on my feet and taking leave of your heated groin, I begin to slowly remove my clothes...

Allowing the tank top straps to fall over my soft shoulders, I look at you out of the corner of my eye and see you trying to avoid looking. The tank top is easily pulled up and over my head, exposing my firm, large breasts and the hardened, aroused nipples underneath. Your gaze is fixed on me for a moment and with a sigh, you force yourself back to the computer. With a smile, I unzip the fly on my jeans and begin to peel the fabric down over my hips, revealing the supple skin on my ass. I lean forward onto the bed and stick my ass out for you to observe, which you do with obvious desire. Leaning further forward, I continue sliding the jeans down, revealing the swollen lips of my pussy, my long thighs, and strong calves.

You try and reach out to touch the meaty flesh between my legs, but I move out of your reach. The look of desperacy on your face drives me on. You seem to choose the phone instead of me and for that, I'll keep tormenting you... 

Laying myself gently down on the soft bed and placing a pillow under my head, I allow my hands to roam over my hyper-sensitive skin. At first the fingertips grace my breasts with slow strokes up and around the creamy white hills and then over the stiffened nipple, causing me to release high whimpers. A finger goes in my mouth and I suck hard, wetting it with my warm saliva. I bring the wet finger to one nipple and rub in small circles. Watching you, I can see your tongue slide over your lips and I know what you want...

My hands decide to be where your mouth wants to be and move down, down, to have the palm rest on the trimmed mound and fingers dangle over my hot cunt. I can't help but get slick and wet as I see the need in your eyes and the pure jealousy of not being where my fingers are. The longest finger of my hand moves its way in between the moist lips of my pussy while the two fingers on either side of it spread the lips open wide for you to see. My other hand is still rubbing my breasts. The pink inner lips glisten with my desire and beg to be touched. I can feel my clit throbbing as the longest finger rubs it up and down, gently at first, and then firmer. Moans and sighs escape my mouth, completely beyond my control. 

Speaking to your boss over the phone, your voice cracks and I try not to laugh too loudly. You swallow hard and keep your eyes on me, leaning forward in the chair to have a better look at the show between my legs. You seem like a predator, ready to pounce. The muscles in my pussy keep seizing and releasing as I rub my clit, causing convulsions throughout my body and then as I drop the longest finger into the tight entrance of my pussy, my back arches and I moan louder. Your eyes don't leave me now and I am really enjoying the fact that you're watching. Two fingers seem so tight inside me, even as wet as I am, I struggle to push them in as far as I can. The clenching walls of my cunt grasp around my fingers and the intense warmth radiating from inside feels divine. I need to be stretched badly and keep hoping you'll drop the phone...but you don't, and I keep going...

I can feel my body getting so close to coming as three of my fingers press against my clit, rubbing it up and down and then in quick circles. The pressure and rhythm cause my hips to buck and my breathing to speed. It's pure torture trying to rub to the perfect point and drive myself over the edge. Without warning, a wave of pleasure mounted...

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes..." I breathily beckoned.

As the orgasm hit hard, I yelled out, "Oh Fuck!" and writhed on the bed. 

Losing yourself in watching me, you dropped your phone by accident and scrambled to pick up the phone and apologise to your boss. A smile washed over my face from both pleasure and amusement. The throbbing in my abdomen and pulsing between my legs intensely pounded for longer than usual and although the orgasm was mind-blowing, I really wanted something more. 

Eventually returning to a state where I could sit up again, I proceeded to watch you talk on the phone. You kept looking over at me with needing eyes and I noticed your cock bulging in your pants once again. 

Not one to let a stiff cock go to waste, I take a pillow from the bed, place it on the floor in front of you and position myself on my knees between your thighs. You seem to plead with your eyes not to continue. I'm completely aware the phone call is important, and yet, I don't care. I continue anyway... 

Running my palms and fingertips over your thighs, I notice the musculature in your legs and feel the heat radiating from your core. I run my hands upward, not touching the groin area, and then bring them back down to the knees. I'm truly fascinated with the bulge growing between your legs. I can see your cock strain and release over and over as my hands near. As I place my hands over that spectacularly large bulge, I can make out the long shaft, bulbous head and balls all by touch. Working to free your member from its prison, I unbutton your jeans and unzip the fly, slowly opening your pants and lowering them down to your hips and then down and off your ankles. 

You perfect cock stands erect and throbbing. The head bulges and grows as I take the shaft in my hands and look at the thick veins running over it. Your hand tries to make mine move up and down the shaft, but I push your hand away, not allowing you to do anything. I lick my lips and look up at you with my big blue eyes. Placing my wet lips at the tip of your cock, I slowly stretch them over your head, pushing down as I take you in. Pulling your head back out, I suck hard and you breathe heavily. Your voice is getting weak again and I can feel your hands drive into the skin of my arm as I suck harder and harder on your cock. My mouth lowers further down your shaft with each oral penetration. The slick tongue in my mouth works fervently to circle your head, around the protruding rim and then flick the tip. 

Your pre-cum only makes things easier for me and I can suck over your head and shaft faster and faster, moving my tight hand up to the rim and down to the base. Your hand grabs some of my long, brown hair and I moan as you move my head up and down. I'd stop to push your hand away, but I can see the lust in your eyes and how badly you want me to continue. Your cock penetrates my tiny mouth and I can tell you get excited when you see your bulging head poking out of my cheek. I can't take much more as you thrust faster and I know you can't either...so I stop...

I stand quickly and put your legs together. Straddling you again, only facing away, I grab your hard cock and lower myself down over it. Rubbing my clenching, tight slit with your head, I look back and see you've closed your eyes to try and focus on your phone conversation. Your answers to your boss's questions have become one-word answers instead of lengthy explanations and to hide your heavy breathing, you hold the mouthpiece further away. I'm determined to get you off the phone because I need a good fuck...now.

I whisper just loud enough for you to hear, "oh god, I'm so tight...I need your thick cock." 

With that, I lower myself and your head begins to separate the slick inner lips and penetrate my slit. I'm tighter than I had thought and as your head presses through, I moan and clench around you. Looking back again, I see you watching where my pussy is lowering onto your long dick, almost completely absorbed with the disappearing act. My hands are braced upon your knees for support, shaking when I have taken most of you in. 

Helplessly wanting, my head throws back as, "oh yessss...." escapes my lips. 

I spread my thighs wider to try impaling myself further onto you and press down hard onto your base. The walls of my cunt grip and tighten when I try lifting back up, your cock slowly being pulled back out all the way to the tip. One of your strong hands grabs my hip and clutches...a non-verbal sign you're enjoying what's happening. 

I'm slightly sore from being stretched and yet, it feels so good having you inside me that I can't stop myself from lowering down again. The second time is easier and as I reach the base again, your thighs spread out just a little, making my legs spread out a little more. I moan in the pleasure from the extra stretch and lean forward, allowing my hands to support me from the floor. 

Looking back at you, your eyes roam over the better view of my spread pussy and your free hand grabs my ass. Your breathing is getting deeper. Tightening my ass, I lift my pussy up your shaft slowly, allowing you a great view of my inner lips struggling to hold onto your cock. Your hand tightens on my ass. I drop my pussy over your cock quickly and you nearly drop your phone again. Coming up and pressing down a little faster, I can't help but watch you watching my ass bouncing off of you. 

Unexpectedly, I hear your phone clack shut and with an animalistic groan, you lift me by the waist with your cock still inside me, and move me hastily to the bed. Pushing me onto my hands and knees, you spread my legs out, grab my hips and begin forcefully thrusting. I can barely catch my breath from shock while your pull your thick cock out and then plough it back in all the way faster and faster. You grab my shoulder with one hand while keeping one hand tight at my hip and pull me onto you even harder. I feel as if I'll go blind with ecstasy and begin to feel wave after wave of pleasure. I don't care who hears me at this point as guttural moans and growls come out of me. My nails grip into the bed and it feels as if I'll be ripped in two by your huge cock at any point. 

Your pace quickens and the force from your pounding pushes me down onto my chest, with my ass still up in the air. The muscles in my pussy clench down and I cannot help a carnal scream escaping my mouth, reverberating through the room. Your cock thrusts in deeply and you let out a moan of release. I can feel your hot cum flood inside me, coating the walls. You twitch and convulse and grip my body tightly. 

After a while, your hands slide down off my hips, we fall to the side and just try to regain our breathing. 

You pull me in close to your body and wearily say with a grin, "there, are you happy?" 

Too worn out to speak, I can only nod with a smile. 



Work Break Ch. 01



I'd been flirting with you for probably about two months -- like the second you started working at the paper -- before it dawned on you what was going on. 

Men. 

You are aware of your cocks just about, oh -- conservatively estimating -- every other second, yet when a semi-decent-looking, hellaciously creatively intelligent woman all but throws her pussy up in your face, you are oblivious.

So I suppose I was willing to forgive your gender. Because I wanted that selfsame cock so very much. It was all I had thought about since the second I met you. Really and truly. 

I didn't see the lines in your face, nor the slight angle at which you tilted your body to stand, perhaps alleviating some old injury, but still thrusting a bit of a girlbelly forward. All I saw was this tall, dark, handsome brilliant man. And how big your hands were ... which necessarily (intrinsically??) led to thoughts of the treasure hanging between your legs.

And then every time thereafter, when I saw you, I thought, "Cock. Cock. Cock."

Now, I know I sound like a stereotype in associating physical size with dick size with ability to perform. And so I am sorry for that, because I really don't judge on size, being on the larger size myself. It was only your sheer presence that made me equate one with the other ... with the other.

OK, OK! So we've established that I saw you and lusted and dreamed of your penis. Stiff. Dripping. In my palms. 

Where was I? Yeah! Flirting! That's right. So soon after I met you I found reason after reason after reason to bring something work-related to your desk. And I grinned stupidly, sputtered what I hoped were intelligent responses still tinged with enough desire to draw you in.

And. Nothing!

Damnit!

Do you know what it finally took for you to see me in a new light? Because I do. I obviously had been waiting for it for so long that when it finally came it was like a goddamned Katy Perry song. "Firework!" Yes! Oh, yes.

It took me asking you out for a drink after work. Yup. Simple as that.

I saw the second the dawning sparked your eyes. Like the aforementioned firework.

I mentally constructed the response I guessed filtered through your understanding: "Ooooooh. Yeah. I guess this woman is interested in me beyond a professional level. She wants to see me OUTSIDE work."

Yeah. Good job, dumbass. Why did I want to fuck you again? 

Right ... size ... hands ... treasure between legs. I had been thinking about how to make that treasure weep so I could taste its utter glory.

Seriously. I just lusted after the precum I knew would drip when I finally got my hands-face-mouth-pussy-any damn part of my skin! on you, on your body, on your legs, on your throbbing ... sausage? I was about to write sausage as a euphemism for cock. Penis. Dick.

Who the hell cares, right?

Because all I wanted was your naked body on my naked body. All I wanted was skin-on-skin, no worries about pregnancy (Mirena) nor disease (clean.) I wanted you to rub your stiff cock on me until your cum burst forth in spewing ribbons all over my face (Please let me gulp it in?), my belly (I will rub it into moisturizer), to my thighs (There is no deeper meaning.)

So.

It was with these no-expectations that I looked forward to our meeting after work for drinks.

Not at all, not ever, thinking of the slab of meat hanging in your crotch.

****************************

It was a Tuesday night that I had asked you, and we agreed to go out on Friday after work since it was our earlier night in the newsroom, with the next days off. Once the main deadline cleared, around 10, we'd be free -- assuming there was no breaking news.

But it became quite clear quite quickly this wasn't going to hold for that long. Still -- otherwise working till midnight or 1 pretty much precluded any after-work activity, especially considering our respective, erm, ages. In our 40s the both of us, but, as least for myself, with the sex drive of the fabled 17-year-old teen boy.

Especially around you. 

Which I do believe we have established, if you've been reading along.

It wasn't just me this week finding excuses to drop by your desk. You wandered over a time or two or 12 extra yourself. Thursday night, when we were the last ones covering our respective shifts, you pulled out the chair from the desk next to mine and plunked your ass down.

"Something breaking?" I asked.

"Not a damn thing."

"Too bad. I'm bored beyond belief."

"I was about to head upstairs for a pop. Want to walk and talk?"

"I suppose we'd be safe to leave for a bit. Should I be worried about calls or wire or anything else?"

"Only about dirty old men."

Caught off-guard, I could only stutter, "You're not that old."

This was met with a grin.

"Come on. Pick anything out of the vending machine. My treat."

"How could a girl resist such a tempting offer?"

So I closed out of Facebook, where I'd desperately been trying to kill time.

The "cafeteria" -- really just some vending machines, a stove, fridge and several tables -- was upstairs. In the summertime, it was especially nice as it opened onto a rooftop veranda. But at the moment we were in the middle of the typical Seattle season (i.e., pizzly rain).

I followed you out of the newsroom and toward the staircase, not-so-subtly watching your ass move. I know what they say about guys' asses: They don't have them. But I thought yours was looking all right. I admit, too, to trying to find any telltale bulges between your legs, glanced at from behind, but no luck. 

About halfway up, right where the stairs broke to a landing before resuming around an angle, you misstepped and ended up sitting on your ass.

"God! Are you OK?"

"Um. Just a bit embarrassed." Cocky grin.

"Are you sure? I mean -- men at your age ..." I broke off with a smile, sitting down next to you. "Maybe we better rest?"

"WHATever!" You grinned back at me, knowing this to be one of my too-oft-used expressions as of late. What can I say? I like to pretend I'm young and hip.

"Dork!" I replied, slapping you on your leg.

Before I could pull my hand away, however, you grabbed it. Which completely startled me.

"Wha-" I started to ask.

"I can't wait until Friday, baby. I tried, but it's just impossible."

Blushing at the unexpected endearment, I tried to crack a joke.

"So you have a secret alcohol stash in the break room?"

"I have a secret stashed, but it's not booze."

And, unbelievably, you slowly moved my hand over, placing it on the bulge between your legs. My mouth went instantly dry, probably because all of the liquid in my body instantaneously gushed out of the treasure between my own legs.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you checking this out. I could pretty much feel my pants melting away a second ago as you followed me up the stairs."

Emboldened, I tried a tentative squeeze. But the fabric over your crotch was stretched both by the angle at which you sat and the tautness of what lay beneath it. Still -- you gave a slight gasp, followed by a barely audible groan.

"This is what I've been dealing with since you asked me out."

"Well then," I said softly, "how are we going to help you out?" 



Work Buddies



"Dammit, you're doing it again!" I thought, snapping myself back to reality. "That's about the 50th time today you've done that. Keep staring at that woman and you'll go blind!" It wasn't just today either. I had been doing it for over a week, since they moved our work areas around. 

Donna and I started work on the same day, 8 years ago, and had been good friends pretty much ever since. At the time, neither of us was married, but both were involved in long term live-in relationships. Basically we were work buddies. My name is Don, so we were often referred to as Don and Donna in the office, almost like a couple.

Her cubicle was now just ahead and to the right of mine, and across the aisle. I could see right in, mostly her back, but when she moved I could see the profile of her breast, and always, her legs. Damn. They were nice! Slender and well toned and tanned. I was developing a new appreciation for her. 

Once she stretched and raised her arms, pushing her breasts forward. As she did, she glanced back, and I hoped she hadn't seen me staring.

Pretty much every day we would go to lunch together at one of the local shops. Since there had to be some coverage, not everyone could go at once, and we just sort of paired up at the beginning, being equally new and not part of the gang. We kidded a lot, but knowing each other's status it was all in fun. 

One very cold winter day we had run across the street to the deli, and when we got there I couldn't help notice that her nipples were at attention from the cold, under the tight sweater. She caught me looking, and I said, "Wow, you got a hell of a set of knockers!" 

She snorted and said, "No, but I do have nice breasts."

"Yeah and a swell pair of boobs too!"

"O GOD," she said, "and I s'pose, a great pair of tits."

"Yep, and a nice rack, to boot."

By then we were laughing hilariously, but her nips were even harder. 

A few times she made remarks, teasing me, like, "Damn, I'm sore this morning! And of course I knew just what she meant. 

Once she said to me, "Hey lover boy, when am I going to meet that piece of ass you're living with? I think she was curious, but things were not going that well at the time at home, and I didn't need one more complication. I had met her companion once when he picked her up. I wasn't impressed.

We bantered like that all the time, but I didn't think much about it. Well not too much. I assumed she didn't either. 

That was then. Things had changed for both of us in the last six months, both relationships had broken up, and we were both alone. I knew she had dated a couple of times, and I was finally thinking about it, getting hornier by the day.

I'll admit I had thought about her a few times, but we were such good friends I didn't give it serious thought. What the hell, you don't fuck your buddy! Her attitude toward me hadn't seemed to have changed in the slightest.

One hot Friday, on a whim, I said to her, "Hey, why don't we go have a couple of cold beers after work?"

I was pretty startled when she replied, "Sure, your place or mine?" 

I thought maybe she was kidding, but I figured, what the heck. I have a pool, and said, "My place if you want. We can take a swim if you like. I know there's a suit around someplace and I know you would fill it out better than she did.

"I'm not wearing her bathing suit!" she growled, "but tell you what, I'll stop home and get mine and meet you there. She knew the way, having dropped me from work a few times. "Make sure you have some cold ones ready!"

I was totally unprepared for that turn of events, but certainly not upset by it. If she didn't chicken out I had a chance at a better view of her "great pair of tits".

We both left a little early after confirming our "date", and I took a quick shower and put on my trunks when I got home. In another 15 minutes she pulled up, and came in wearing a T-shirt and shorts, but I could see she had a suit top on underneath. 

As she came through the door I gave her a little kiss on the cheek in welcome, but she said, "Hey that's nice!" and responded by kissing me full on the lips. The kiss lingered for a moment, her hand on my back, then she said, "Now where's that cold one?" 

I went to the fridge and got a couple of cans of Coors Lite and the two glasses I had chilled, but when I returned to her she growled, "Hey, this isn't formal, just give me the damn can!" I popped the top for her and handed it over. "Want to sit by the pool," I asked, or stay in where it's cool for a while?

Let's finish this one, then go out," she said, taking a long pull on it. "Might as well stay cool until we are ready for the pool. "Nice place you got here, better than mine. I don't have a pool."

I gave her the obligatory 30 second tour. When we stepped into each room she stood touching me lightly as she took it in. In my bedroom she went over and pressed the mattress of the king-sized bed, turning to me and saying, "Nice and firm, that would take a lot of hard use!"

I gave her a big smile - I liked the direction this was taking. I didn't want to assume too much though, after all, we were work associates.

By the time we got back to the living room we had pretty much polished off the beers. "Why don't you get us a couple more and we can move out to the pool?" she said.

When I came back she had stripped off halter and shorts, and I realized she was wearing a rather skimpy bikini. "Good thing I have a privacy fence," I thought.

Then I took a look. Damn, this woman was gorgeous! Nice, I knew, but not like that! As soon as she felt my eyes on her, her nipples crinkled up, tenting the material nicely. If I wasn't careful, I would have my own tent. 

With a glowing smile, she said, "So what do you think, do I have a nice set of knockers?"

Trying not to drool, I said, Dammit Donna!! Not nice, fantastic! You've been holding out on me!"

In the office she was always wearing a bra. With nothing but the bikini top her breasts were in the same place! Full, round, and obviously, very firm!

Feeling overdressed, I pulled off my golf shirt and opened the door wall. As I let her step out, her hand ran lightly down the front of my chest. I could feel the beginning of the tent. 

The sun was too hot, so we moved to the chaises in the shaded area. When I sat down, to my surprise, she sat on the same one, her hip pressing against mine. We took a few sips, and then she took some of the cold sweat from the can and flicked it on my chest.

"Hey, you bitch," I growled, and took my can and put it right in the middle of her back.

She let out with something between a gasp and shriek, and lunged forward, right against my chest. Those gorgeous tits were pressed against me, and I could feel the hard buttons pushing into me. Our faces were inches from each other.

No way out now. A hard, open-mouthed kiss followed, and when my tongue slipped through her lips, she sucked it in. We both blindly set down the cans and wrapped arms around each other. Long moments later, we separated, and I gasped, "Damn, that was pretty nice!

She looked at me and replied, "That was fucking fabulous!" I had never heard a swear word out of her mouth before.

You can't have just one of anything that good, so we kissed again, this time grinding bodies against each other. She put one hand on my thigh and let it brush against my cock. Instantly I had a rock hard erection in my trunks. She grabbed me and squeezed, making me even harder. "Why don't we go for that swim now?" she breathed in my ear, as she gave it a little lick.

I don't know who got there first, but we both jumped in, and instantly she was in my arms again. Her hand went straight to the front of my suit and started stroking. In response, I pushed her top up over her breasts, and grabbed both of them hard, kneading, fingers pressing into them. She moaned and arched her back, pressing into my hands. My fingers found the tip of one nipple, and I squeezed hard!

"AAAAHHhhh, I see you like to play rough!" she said rather breathlessly. 

In an instant her hands went to my hips and she pushed my trunks down halfway to my knees. Grabbing my swollen cock she began pulling hard, giving me a rough hand job. I pulled hard on her nipple, and twisted it around, squeezing even harder.

"OOOooohh dammit Don, that's good! I like that!"

With that our mouths locked together again, lips and tongues grinding and fighting with each other. Still holding her nipple, I slid my hand down her side and undid the tie on her hip. As soon as it was loose, she turned her body so I could undo the other one, and the bikini floated free. 

Putting my hand over her mound I squeezed hard, pleased to feel a little tuft of fur at the top of it. She writhed, pressing her pussy into my hand. I bent my head down, and sucked in the nipple I had been squeezing, so very hard and swollen now. Her free hand went to the back of my head and pulled me against her. Sucking her in deeper, I ground my tongue against the nipple, letting my teeth graze the tip. Then I caught it in my teeth and pulled back hard!

She threw her head back and snarled, "Damn you! Bite me!! Do it harder!" I clamped my teeth down as hard as I dared, and pulled, as she leaned back, stretching that nip more than I thought possible. 

There was a steady low growl coming from her throat, and her grip on my cock was unbelievably tight. I used the hand that was stroking her squirming mound to thrust two fingers into her, all the way in one quick thrust. She rammed herself against me, taking what little she didn't already have. While humping herself against my hand she was yanking hard on my stiff rod, pulling as much as stroking. It didn't feel like a normal hand job at all, but it was unbelievably exciting!

I released her nipple and opted for another long, grinding kiss, our hands working overtime. When our lips parted she whispered, "One guess what I want." 

As soon as I removed my fingers from her pussy her hand pulled my cock to her and slipped it in, her cunt squeezing against the tip. Damn, that felt good! Because of the water there wasn't much lube, and it took a few strokes, but I finally rammed all the way into her. She was tight and her eyes opened wide when I did, so I don't think she was used to quite so much cock, but I knew she would adjust. She ground on it for a minute, rolling her hips so I touched all over inside of her.

She looked me right in the eyes. "Gimme," was all she said.

I started fucking her with long slow strokes, making sure I rammed it home at the end of each one, which made her grunt. Her eyes were glaring at me with pure lust. Her hips started swiveling in time with mine, and slowly we increased the tempo, fucking faster and harder, ramming our bodies against each other. 

We were both panting and gasping, bodies bouncing off of one another, ever faster and harder. In almost a whine she gasped, "OH, yeah, fuck, that's good!" in cadence with our strokes. 

My cock was starting to tingle and throb, and I knew this couldn't last much longer, so I maxed out the speed I was fucking her. Her body stiffened and she started a panting moan. I moved my hands from her hips to her ass and rammed myself into her, pulling hard.

She came. Writhing, squirming, biting her lip. Her pussy clamped down on me, and that did it! I shot a stream of cum into her, my hips bucking, pumping. Her hands clamped down on my arms and she leaned back so she could grind her pussy against me harder. Finally she fell forward, her forehead under my chin. I didn't expect it to be like that!" she said into my chest. "I think you started something!"

"As far as I'm concerned, it's not finished by a long shot." I whispered as loudly as I could muster.

"You bet my tight ass its not! She said with a smile, as she turned her face up to me for a long, delicious kiss. 

After pulling up my trunks, I gallantly retrieved her bikini bottom from the filter, and after she got it tied we headed for the house.

We barely made it through the door wall before our bodies locked together again, wrapping arms and legs around each other. I may not have been able to get it up quite yet, but damn, she felt good!! 

I'd made no secret that I loved her tits, and she made no secret that she loved what I did to them. Once the steam was gone from that first kiss she stripped off the bikini again and then yanked my trunks down. Then she plastered herself against me again and we took up where we left off. She pressed those gorgeous breasts into my chest and squirmed against me, making sure I felt them good, and, I'm sure loving the feeling herself. At the same time her pussy and my now-stirring cock were dancing with each other.

At the end of that kiss she suddenly dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock, not hard like before, but firmly enough that it felt great. She stroked me a few times, then looked up at me with a big warm smile and slipped my head between her lips. It was the first time I ever felt her mouth, since we had been in the pool before, but like every other part of her body she knew how to use it. She stroked with her tongue as she sucked on me and moved her lips back and forth over it. 

In moments I was pretty much hard, but I said to her, "You took a lot out of me, may take a long time to get me up again." 

I wouldn't have minded at all but she backed off me for a second and said, "You couldn't take it, and besides, this is not what I like best." 

She gave me an impish smile, then stared at my cock for a second. Suddenly she opened her mouth wide and rammed her head down on me so hard I could feel it hit the back of her throat. She stayed still for a few seconds, and then backed off again, coughing a few times and wiping her mouth. With a bit of a sheepish grin she smiled and said, "A little more that I was expecting, but that's even better!"

She swallowed me again, a little slower, and I seated myself in her throat. I could feel her trying to swallow me, but she wasn't gagging. Eventually she ran out of air and slipped me part way out. Then she proceeded to start sucking with long, even strokes, and I was going crazy at the feel of it and the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her lips.

I put my hands on her wet hair, but didn't force the tempo. She was doing fine by herself, increasing the speed little by little and taking me into her throat every single time. If I had let her continue, they would have heard the explosion in the next town. But eventually my cock was throbbing and tingling, and I could think of much better uses for the next load.

First I pushed her hard against my groin and relished the feeling as she licked and teased me deep in her mouth. When she needed to release me I held her head and slid slowly out of her mouth. I pulled her up and we kissed long and hard again, but now she had a raging hard-on pressing against her pussy. I wrapped my arms tight and lifted her off her feet, carrying her to the bedroom. As we went I asked, "Ready to try and wear out that firm mattress?"

"Dammit I thought you were never going to ask!" she snorted. 

I tossed her into the middle of the bed, watched her bounce, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her ass to the edge. I hadn't yet tasted her, either, but that changed quickly. I knelt and buried my face into her, all in one motion. Her legs went up, then wide apart, and she growled, "Oh fuck, that's good!" as I stuffed my tongue inside her cunt. 

Of course she was soaking wet, and my mouth ground against her pussy lips as I drank her juices and fucked her with my tongue, all at the same time. Her hips went into overdrive, and she pumped her dripping pussy against my face. I smiled when she yelled out,"DAMN, you eat that pussy good! Keep it up and you will get fed regular!" but she couldn't see it. 

From her cunt I ran my tongue up her slit to her clit, and sucked it in. She pushed her head against the pillow and arched her back, pressing herself against my face as she rocked furiously. I ground down hard on her button, and that was what she needed. She came like a fountain, juices gushing into my mouth and all over my face. My tongue never stopped as she bucked against me, hips rocking and rolling.

It took her a minute to gain her composure, but then she said, "Still got that cock handy?"

I replied, "You get on your knees, and I'll see if I can find it." 

She crawled to the middle and put her head down on a pillow, ass up. I knew after that explosion she would be wide open, so I simply rammed my cock in to the hilt! Worked for her, as she let out a "Yeahhhh!" through clenched teeth, but almost not for me. The excitement of that stroke almost did it right there! I had to hold on for dear life for a few seconds, and she wanted a replay. "Got any more of those?" she said.

"I'm restocking right now," I quipped back.

"Next time order extra," she said.

That patter distracted me enough that I was ok, and I started fucking her with hard slams against her ass. She reciprocated after a couple of thrusts, and started ramming herself back onto me. "God dammit, Don, why'd you keep that cock a secret for so long. We have a long time to catch up on now." Her words came haltingly, mixed in with panting, all in time to our ragged cadence.

I didn't want to say it, but I agreed with her, I never imagined she was such a wild animal. I'd had good sex, this was great sex, and mostly because of a perfect match. I planned to rectify the oversight. 

We settled into a hot, hard rhythm, the sound of her wet ass slapping against me filled the room. After a particularly good sequence, she'd say, "Oh damn that's good, keep it like that" 

We both knew we were way overdo, but this was so fucking good we didn't want it to stop. Finally my cock told me it was time, and I managed to grunt out, "Ok, baby, special delivery!"

I rammed into her and held her in place, fingers digging into hips. A last gasp and I leaned back and fired. When my cum shot into her she lifted up and screamed as her cunt gushed once again. We'd change the sheets tomorrow. We? Well she damn sure wasn't going anywhere if I could help it. 

Once we had recovered enough to speak, she said softly, "Where the hell did you get a cock like that, and where'd you learn how to use it?"

All the while we were molesting each other, couldn't keep hands off, didn't want to. "Just cums naturally," I bragged. "And how the hell did you keep those tits such a secret?" 

"You knew a lot more about my tits than I did about your cock." 

Touché, she was right, I made a point of it. But I had no way of knowing they were that luscious, or that she enjoyed using them and having them used like that. I did now.

When we had cooled off a little, I got up, relieved myself, and said, "Where's your keys?"

"For what?"

"To put your car in the driveway, you don't think you're leaving here tonight do you?"

"Not this whole fucking weekend, and I don't think you're big enough to make me!" Like she thought I'd want to?

That job done, I stripped off my shorts and climbed back into bed. She had pulled up the sheet, so I slipped under it and snuggled up against her back. This felt good! She pressed against me and somehow those terrific tits just fell into my hands. Her ass pressed against my soft cock. Gently, I kissed the back of her neck. In response, her head pulled back and she pressed her breasts into my palms. I held her, kissing, nibbling and squeesing gently.

This was different. This was all those years of teasing and playing with each other, enjoying it way more than we would admit, or even knew. The promise of a couple of beers lit the fuse, and the explosion was inevitable. She turned her head to me, and we shared a sweet kiss. Time stopped.

I awoke with a bit of a start. She was washing my cock, groin and balls with a warm, wet cloth. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked quietly.




Work Buddies



"I wanted to suck your cock, but you were covered with my cum and probably yours, too. I went and washed myself, and now I'm taking care of you."

Made sense. If we were going to be "sexually active" with each other, reality had to fit in someplace. She toweled me off, paying special attention to my cock and balls. I could feel him stirring. Hell, the woman who had just given me the best sex of my life wanted to suck him. He should be rock hard. Whoops, there goes! Her mouth slipped over him and she proceeded to suck on him much as she would a tootsie pop. 

Suck it in, get it nice and wet, swirl it around, savor it, pull it out and admire your work. Yep. A little harder now! Same basic procedure, over and over. I was almost in pain I loved it so much!

Finally, she grabbed him firmly and stroked, getting that last little bit of hardness into him. Without preamble, she straddled me and pressed him against her pussy. I hadn't even touched her and she was already wet. But still very tight. She worked him in slowly, lowering a bit more with each stroke. Of course she was driving me absolutely crazy, both because it felt so good, and because I really wanted to ram him into that amazing cunt up to the hilt! 

But this was her show. I knew by now that she wanted to please me as much as herself, and getting there is half the fun! She finally bottomed out and sat on me for a minute, running her hands up and down my chest. I could feel the muscles of her cunt squeezing and massaging me. Damn, she felt so fucking tight!

She smiled at me as she started slowly rolling her hips, gyrating on me. I could feel myself moving inside her, and so could she. "you like that Don? As much as I do?" she said in a teasing voice. 

I put my head back and closed my eyes. "Ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh," was all I could say.

She started slowly, sliding almost up to the tip, then all the way to the bottom, hesitated, then did it again. Over and over. When she leaned forward over me I grasped her breasts and lifted my knees behind her, so she could get all of it. She started rocking back and forth faster and harder, her ass slapping against my legs and groin, my hips were rolling in time with hers.

She worked it now, slamming herself down on me, eyes closed. The bed creaked with every thrust. I grasped both nipples and rolled them in my fingertips. I didn't pull too hard, just stroked, twisted and squeezed a little. That's what she needed, and she threw her head back and came hard on me. I knew now she was a gusher, and that excited me all by itself.

But I didn't quite make it over the top. I was throbbing and pulsing inside of her, still hard as a piston. She slipped off of me and started sucking my cum-covered cock, no tootsie pop now, but hard and fast, lips pressing on my shaft as it flew through them. I loved to watch, but at last I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. With a shudder and a spurt I filled her mouth, and she swallowed mightily. A little seeped from the corners of her mouth, but she used her fingers to push it back in. One last big swallow, and a radiant victory smile. I opened my arms and she crawled over me and fell into them. I wrapped them tightly around her with no intention of letting go any time soon.

Lots of soft kisses followed. This was different, not the pussy pounding, cock yanking sex we'd had, but the lovemaking of our first night together. We snuggled ourselves off to sleep.

When I awoke again it was pitch dark out, the clock said a little before one AM. She was at my side, and I could feel her breath on my shoulder. I hated to but I had to so I slipped away from her and into the bathroom. While I was there, I freshened up my shave. It was almost pitch dark in the house, except for the nightlight in the hall, and I tiptoed to the kitchen and looked out. Starry sky but no moon at all. Only the glow of the city and few distant sundry lights in the neighborhood. The temperature was still up at 77.

When I went back to the bedroom, I could barely see by the glow that she was lying on her back, looking at me. As I slid over next to her she said, "Welcome back, stud." I snickered a little, but I was flattered and excited by that.

"Hiya, gorgeous," I whispered as I slid my arms around her. She stretched, and I knew she felt the same nervous excitement that I did. 

Her tongue was in my mouth and our hands were everywhere, as we "made out" for a few minutes. My cock was stiff against her leg and things would have quickly escalated, but I had an idea. I gave her a hard squeeze, and said, "Come with me and have a look. I slid off the bed and took her hand, guiding her through the dark house. We got to the door wall, and I said "What do you see?"

"Almost nothing, I can hardly even see the pool. But it's beautiful."

Without a word, I opened the door and took her hand, leading her naked to the pool. She said, "Isn't it cold? 

"Stick your toe in and see," I said.

"Oh my god, it feels warm!"

"Uhhuh, always when the air is cooler. C'mon." I took her hand and we jumped in together.

She drifted over to me and I wrapped my arms around her. We kissed gently, a sort of spell holding us in the night air. Our bodies pressed, moving against each other, as our lips pressed harder. Her smooth body felt so damn good, as I ran my hands over her!

"MMmmmm," she purred into my mouth, as she took hold of my cock, still firm, but not yet rigid. She stroked it gently, teasing me.

I ran my hands over her breasts, stimulating, but not squeezing hard or pinching. I felt her shudder, and she pressed into my hands. I held them and rubbed the tips lightly with my thumbs. She squeezed me and our lips locked together, my tongue deep in her mouth. She was giving me nice long smooth strokes, so good it was almost painful.

"Don," she whispered, I want you in me," and with that she put her arms around my neck and pushed off of the pool bottom, wrapping her legs around me, the water supporting most of her weight.

I held my cock and she rubbed against the tip, till it finally slipped inside her. A simultaneous moan escaped from both of us. Tightening her legs around me, she slowly pulled herself onto me. We both felt him pulse inside her as we enjoyed a long, languorous kiss. I moved my hips, and slid in and out just a bit. Each time, her body met mine as she pressed against me. 

I grabbed her firm ass in my hands, holding her so she could loosen her legs a bit, and started fucking her harder. With the relative coolness of the water and air, her cunt felt like it was on fire! Both of us were moaning and grunting now with every thrust. I felt her shivering in my hands, and fucked her faster, knowing she was nearly there. 

"OOOHhhhh dammit Don, make me cum!" she locked her legs around me like a vise. 

I rammed it into her hard, grabbed both nipples and squeezed and pulled.

"OOOOooohhh DAMN!!" She went off like a bomb, and I could feel the warm cum flowing around my cock. I held on tight as her hips bucked and she expended herself on me.

She laid her head on my shoulder for a minute, gasping, Then, lots of nibbling kisses. Finally she whispered, "Let's go inside, we need to do something for you"." She was right, I was still rock hard inside her, but I would never get off in that position. 

In the house I grabbed a couple of towels and we dried off thoroughly, chilly now that we were out of the water. She folded up her towel and dropped it on the floor in front of me. I could see the shine of her eyes as she looked up at me, then slipped my cock into her mouth. 

She took me in deep, then used her tongue to stroke and tease me. Her hot mouth felt soooo fucking good! My hips started to churn, and I was sliding slowly in and out of her lips. My hands were on her head, holding her as I fucked her mouth harder. When I pulled her towards me she willingly let my cock slide into her throat, and she worked her lips against my body, holding me in as long as she could.

After several more times down, my cock was throbbing and trembling, but she slid me out of her mouth and looked up. "Don, please fuck me one more time." You don't refuse an invitation like that. Standing, she took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

She sprawled on the bed on her back, eyes shining in the dim light, and I crawled up over her. I bent my head down and gave her a soft kiss as she grabbed my cock and slipped it into herself. I used a steady pressure to push it all the way into her. "Ahhhhhhh yeahhhhh, that's it,!" she breathed very softly. 

I ground against her so we could feel it moving inside of her. Her hips started to move, and we fucked slow and deep. As I rocked on top of her, I watched in the dim glow from the hall as she grasped her breasts and fondled them. When I started to fuck her harder, she grasped the tips and started kneading and pulling on them. She was writhing on the bed, arching her back into her own hands.

I was pounding into her now, panting and growling as I felt the pressure building in my cock. She started pumping her hips in response, and our bodies were slapping together hard. As I gave her one last series of pounding thrusts she squeezed her nips hard and pulled them straight up, body arched.

I rammed my cock deep inside her, shuddered and snarled, "NOW!" She screamed as she felt the jets of cum spurting into her.

Her ass lifted from the bed, and she gyrated under me. Her cunt was milking me to the last drop. 

Gasping and panting, I looked down at her and said "Dammit Donna, where you been all this time?"

"Right next to you."



Work Can Be So Much Fun



Author's note: This is a story of loving wives, in other words married women having sex with other men. If you can't handle it or the explicit language I suggest you don't read it and certainly don't send me any nasty e-mails. Not only will you not get a reply, it won't even be read. If you do however which to send me positive critique, I'll be glad to read your personal comments.

*

It had to happen, I messed around with a guy at work...

So far I've always been able to keep my professional life and my sex life completely separated, but last month, I sinned...

My husband and I have been into swinging for a while now and have had some great fun in the past. And although Bart has also given me the ok and even urged me to hit on guys at work I never did, since I want to keep my professional life and sex life completely separate.

This is my confession:

It's end of September. The usual slow of the summer months has passed again and I've got some many things to do I don't know where to start. I've been pretty stressed out. When I'm stressed, I'm not hornier per se, but I do need more sex to release the tension. My hubby loves it, our fuck sessions are pure, animal lust, sex sessions. I'm not in the mood for lots of foreplay, no kissing and caressing, just hard core fucking.

First week of October, an ESX project for a big client is due. We are migrating more than 20 servers to a new installed virtual environment. Everything is going as planned, except for the database servers. For some reason, some functions did not work anymore and others gave funny outcomes. We've been looking at the problem for over a week now, but are unable to solve the problem, even with the support of Microsoft specialists. A Microsoft engineer will be sent on site.

Today, Monday, the engineer would arrive. I was absolutely not in the mood for this. I had way too many things to do to be able to guide this guy around so he could do his work.

I started early, I left home at 6:00 am and 20 minutes later I was behind my desk. Next thing I know, our receptionist calls me: "Veronique, somebody from Microsoft is here for you. Are you expecting someone?"

I told her I would come pick him up in 5 minutes, I had to first finish what I was working on.

A couple of minutes later I was walking to the front door, with my mind working 100 miles an hour: "Damn it, I don't have time for this." "What do I have to do again today?" "Did I remember to tell Bart to pick something up for dinner? Shit, I have to call him to make sure" "I hope this guy is at least a little bit social" (normally these specialists are true nerds, talking only to their PC) "Do I look a little reasonable?"

That morning, I just threw on my underwear, a blouse, a pair of jeans and some comfortable shoes. I didn't put on much make-up and didn't do anything with my hair but brush it and pulled it into a pony-tail. As probably many of you, I'm not a morning person. I don't function before 10:00 am and a fresh cup of coffee. And 5:15 am is WAY TOO EARLY to get up.

When I arrived at the front door, I only saw a salesman standing there, probably waiting for some manager. He was pretty darn good looking: tall, tanned muscular body, rugged manly face, nice suit, ... I was kind of embarrassed the way I was looking. I generally like wearing make-up and dressing up a bit.

I walked past the guy and out the door to see if "the nerd", as I had come to call him in my head, was waiting outside. But I didn't see anybody so walked back in and looked around.

My searching look must have been indicating for the "salesman" to identify me and walked up to me: "Are you perhaps Miss Janssens?" he smilingly asked me, reaching his hand out to me. I stopped dead in my tracks as hit by a hammer: "Euh, yes, are you... euh... Mr. ... Smith?"

"Call me Mike", he told me, "I'm here on your request to look at the SQL migration problems you are having..."

He looked me straight in the eyes with a warm friendly face. "Shit, this can't be true", I thought. "Is this really this Microsoft engineer that is coming to help us?" I felt myself blushing like a school girl and I realized I was taking an awful long time to reply to him: "... euh... good morning. You can be me Veronique, by the way... euh... follow me please".

When I was walking back to my desk, Mike was walking on my right side, slightly behind me, following my lead. I felt his eyes preying into me, I felt very self-aware. All the other things that were on my mind before were gone...

Five minutes later, Mike was sitting on the side of me, while I was showing him around the environment I had created and configured for my client in this project. Mike asked me all kind of professional questions, picking in on the stuff I was showing him at the time.

I was glad it was nothing but business those first few hours. It's been a while since I felt so nervous about what a guy thought of me. By the time I had more or less explained all the problems we were having, it was lunch time.

"Do you have something to eat?" I asked him?

"Nope" said Mike "I just had breakfast in the hotel and I thought I'd pick up a sandwich to eat for lunch"

"I'm going home to eat a quick bite" I told him "you are welcome to join me if you like"

"Euh... sure" he said

I had no intension of starting anything with this guy. Not only did I feel very nervous about the way I looked, but he also didn't make any kind of pass at me. I just wanted to change into something more feminine and apply some make-up so I could feel a bit surer of myself.

In the car on the way home we started small talking. By the time we arrived at the house, he knew I was married, 8 years in IT, that I loved riding bikes, ... and I knew about his career, studies and his girlfriend back in Washington.

Ten minutes later we were sitting at the table eating some sandwiches and learning some more trivial stuff about one another.

It's been a beautiful after summer this year, here in Belgium, which gave me a perfect excuse without raising any suspicion: "It's warmer than I thought", I said "I'm going to change into something lighter. Make yourself at home, ok? There is more to drink in the fridge and here is the remote for the TV. I'll be back in 10 minutes"

"OK, no problem" he said, before he took another bite of his sandwich.

I went upstairs and put on a light, fluffy, white skirt which came just to over my knees and a black button blouse. Before I went back down I arranged my make-up (nothing spectacular: eye shadow, little blush) and pulled my hair down.

By the time I went back down I was feeling a lot more confident and when I entered the front room I saw Mike had discovered the Eurosport channel on TV, but he had put away some stuff from lunch already.

"haha, I see you found Eurosport already", I teased him.

He looked up at me whit a completely different look but didn't comment on my outfit and answered "Euh, yeah, there is some of your European soccer on".

"That's ok", I said, "I'm just teasing you. But we are going to have to go here again".

We finished clearing the table, I put on a pair of black pumps and 5 minutes later we were back on our way to work.

I was feeling a lot more relaxed on the way back to work. We did some more small talk and I was finally able to look him in the eye more than a second at a time. During moments of silence I saw him, from the corner of my eye, carefully looking at me. I wasn't wearing anything particularly revealing, but I'm sure it was quite a difference with what I was wearing before the noon.

In the afternoon Mike and I spend the whole time working on the problem at hand, although now there was time of some jokes and little comments.

Mike was sitting very close next to me, the side of his chair touching mine. He said it was so he could see the screen better. I didn't think anything of it and believe him. After all, he had a girlfriend back home and he hadn't done any flirting or so.

I found myself having a tougher and tougher time concentrating though... I had all kinds of naughty thoughts running through my mind: "damn, I want to see that body naked" "looks he is pretty well hung", ... I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his hands on my body and feeling his body rubbing against mine.

Nothing happened however, when it was finally time to go home we made some practical arrangements for tomorrow and said goodbye. He took a cab ride to his hotel and I drove home.

I couldn't help myself. That night on the road I kept thinking of this fucking goodlooking stud I got to work with a whole week and while I was standing still in the usual traffic jams I let my left hand slide in between my legs.

I pulled my panties of to the side, slipped the tip of my finger between my pussy lips and gently rubbed over my clit. That was all it took for a major orgasm, right there in the car. My whole body was shaking and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. When I came back down I heard the guy behind me honk and saw that the cars in front of me had started moving again.

Thirty-five minutes later I was back home. Bart was already there and starting dinner. I helped him and sat down to eat while we told each other about our day. It's great being in the same field, you can follow what the other is saying and swap ideas.

I decided not to mention the fact that the guy who was helping me with my project and a hunk and that I was very attracted to him. First of all, I didn't think anything was going to happen (from Mike's side) and secondly, if it did, I'm sure Bart would be delighted since he often mentioned his fantasy of me getting fucked by a colleague at work.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, we watched some TV and went to bed around 11 pm. After some cuddling we both fell asleep.

I got up at 7 am the next morning, together with my hubby. Unlike the day before, I took plenty of time to take a shower, apply my make-up, do my hair and nails and pick out my clothes. I decided on a dark grey suit with skirt and a white blouse. Underneath I put on a sexy black lace lingerie set with thigh high stockings. Again nothing extra provoking, but still very sexy and powerful.

At 8:30 I was at work, I picked up Mike at the front desk 10 minutes later, feeling a lot securer than I did the day before. He followed me quickly again to my desk, only this time I enjoyed his eyes in my back. I swung my hips just a little bit extra, hoping he would notice.

Things were going good that morning, we were finally making some progress in the project. Not only is this guy a hunk, he's also an ace at his job! I was seeing light at the end of the tunnel again and started to think I was perhaps able to make the dead-line. I could feel so much stress flowing away that morning.

At 12:30 I suggested to go and grab a bite to eat.

"Sure", said Mike, "are we going back to your place again?"

"No, there is this little restaurant close by I want to go to today", I replied, "It's cheap, fast and still very good".

When we arrived at the restaurant, the waiters recognized me and guided me to my table, somewhere in the back middle of the place and took my jacket. The waiter gave us our menu's and took our drink orders already.

"I already know what I want", I told Mike, "I'll be back in a minute, I'm going to powder my nose..."

I swung my hips a little extra again. Mike's eyes were "ass height" and unless he was up to his nose buried in the menu, he would have a perfect view. When I reached the door of the bathroom and quickly glanced at the table and saw Mike wasn't reading the menu...

I reapplied my eye shadow and lip stick, ran my hands through my hair and undid an extra button of my blouse. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided right there I was going for it. I was going to make it perfectly clear to Mike I was available to him if he wanted to. If still nothing happened, so be it, but at least I would know it was Mike's choice then.

I sat back down at the table and after ordering we talked while we were waiting for our food. I leaned over the table, resting my chin on my hands occasionally. With 2 buttons of my blouse undone, it fell open quite deep and I know I was showing a lot of cleavage. Then I would stretch every so often, hanging my head back, running both hands through my hair.

I saw to my delight that Mike was feasting his eyes. Still, trying to be a gentlemen, he tried to look me in the eyes as much as possible.

It was time to spice up our chat, if Mike was to completely understand me. I started complimenting on his looks, making small comments about my sex life, his sex life, ... My legs brushed up against his under the table. We both started staring deep into each others eyes. Things really started to heat up, still nothing happened at dinner.

"It's time to go back to work", I interrupted our fun lunch

After paying the bill we were heading back to the car. I started the engine and right as I wanted to shift the car in reverse, Mike put his strong hand on my leg, right about the knee.

An electric shock went through my body, making my body contract and stopping me in my tracks. I think it startled Mike for a second, because his eyes changed immediately from friendly to worrying.

I immediately turned my head towards him with a light smile on my face and leaned in towards him just a bit.

He took the hit and gave me a passionate kiss that must have lasted more than a minute. In the mean time his hand had replaced itself from my knee to in my blouse under my bra. His hand has softly but firmly squeezing my left breast.

His expert kiss, his soft but firm hand on my body, the electric discharge of the anticipation made my cum right there without any vaginal stimulation.

Mike must have liked it, he was smiling, his hand now roaming my body. I gave him another kiss and placed my hand on the bulge in his pants as a 'thank you', but he broke the kiss and pushed my hand away.

"We don't want to be late back at work", he said with a devilish smile on his face, "imagine what your colleagues would think..."

We didn't talk much on our way back. His hand was still on my thigh, moving slowly up and down. And I was still savoring my incredible intense orgasm from minutes before.

It was around 2 pm when we were back working, trying to act a little professional. An hour or so later Mike needed to access the servers physically so I took him into the server room.

I was expecting some more hanky panky while we were behind the server, but nothing like what happened then. He literally pulled me in between 2 server racks, reached his hand under my skirt and pulled off my panties. Next he hiked up my skirt around my waist and started to undo his pants.

While he has dropping his pants around his ankles, I spread my legs a little further and bent over, leaning on a server rack. He positioned his cock over my soaking wet pussy and shoved his dick in me with 1 strong push.

He is was, getting fucked at work in between 2 server racks by a gorgeous hunk who's dick I hadn't even seen or felt yet. He felt big though, not extreme, but just right.

He was fucking me hard from behind, his cock touching my G-spot on every in stroke. That is combination with my lust for him and the excitement of the possibility of getting caught made me cum several times.

It took Mike only several minutes of fucking me before he started breathing real heavily and dumping my semen into my shaven cunt.

When he was done, and we were both back with our feet on the ground, he apologized to me: "I'm sorry Veronique, I didn't mean to take you like this, I just couldn't hold out any longer".

His body was still collapsed on mine, his cock still in my pussy. I turned my head around and gave him a kiss: "Don't be sorry, I absolutely loved it!", I assured him.

When he reached down to pull up his pants, the cum gushed out of me, running down my legs, over the inside of my stockings.

While he was buckling his belt I bent down to pick up my underwear, but he snatched them before I could reach them. He pressed them against his face and took a deep whiff.

"These are my now", he said, "I'm keeping them as souvenier. You'll have to go bare this afternoon".

I was able to still shock him with a good come-back reply: "That's fine, keep em, I rather don't wear underwear anyway". Although I hadn't planned on that, lol.

When it was time to end the working day, I asked him: "Don't you want to come and visit with us, instead of going alone to an empty hotelroom."

"Euh... how about your husband?" he asked me.

"Don't worry about him", I said "he's out of town" I lied.

"Well I can't refuse an offer like that"

"I was hoping you would say that..."

The way back home was the most fun I ever had coming back from work. Although I didn't orgasm we had some great foreplay. I (and Mike) were primed and ready... When I pulled up to the driveway I saw Bart's BMW wasn't standing there yet. Perfect, I thought.

I think it's obvious to say I didn't start making dinner, but instead "entertained" my guest.

I was only wearing my cum stained stockings and bra around my waist, when my hubby arrived back home.

When Bart opened the door to the front room, he found Mike standing naked in front of me, his cock in my mouth. I was sitting on the edge of the dining table, my right foot on the table, my pussy widely exposed and Mike's fingers rubbing my clit and fingering my hole.

Mike didn't (understandably) hear my hubby arrive and he was scared shitless when he saw Bart standing there in the door.

I just looked around Mike at my hubby and said: "Hello sweetheart, this is Mike from work, you don't mind do you?" I smiled at him and blew a little kiss. Then I wrapped my fingers back around Mike's cock and sucked him back in my mouth.

"No, of course I don't", I hear Bart say: "Hello Mike!" "I see you already had some fun before", Bart said as he put his hand on the inside of my thigh on the cum trail

I batted my eyes at him: "I'm sorry daddy, I've been a bad girl"

He laughed and walked into the kitchen to get a drink.

By the time he walked back into the front room, Mike had me laying on my back on the table and he was licking now my slutty cunt.

After he licked me to my first orgasm of the evening, I went upstairs with Mike. On the bed we continue our little oral foreplay in the 69 position with me on top. I love oral sex, and I love being on top so I can rub my pussy over their mouths while I suck their hard cocks.

The guy was a machine. It was about an hour later when Bart came upstairs and Mike was still pounding away. He had cum twice already, the first load he dumped again in my hungry pussy and the second he squirted all over my face and chest. When he saw Bart standing in the room, naked, stroking his hard cock, he sped up and gave me another glorious cum bath. Then he kissed me and stepped back, making room for Bart.

First thing my hubby always does after I've had sex with another guy is cuddle with me, running his hand over my body and then licking my cunt. When he can't stand it any longer, he sticks he rock hard prick in me and cums after a minute of humping.

He never goes limp after the first time and then he goes on to make love to me for. Telling me how much he loves me as he takes me in all kinds of positions. After a couple of very intense orgasms on my part I generally start crying when I truly realize how much I love him and how happy I am with him.

It's about 8 pm when Bart and I go back downstairs. I just put on a lose nighty without cleaning up yet.

Mike was sitting in his boxers flipping through our television channels, smiling up at us when we enter the room.

I sit down next to him and Bart on my left side. I hung both my legs over their legs so I'm sitting as if in a gynecologist's chair.




Work Can Be So Much Fun



The boys hands were playing with my tits and fingering my red blood engorged pussy, while I had my hands on their cocks and playing gently with their balls.

After an hour of recuperating, watching some TV and grabbing a bite to eat we were getting ready again for some more fun.

By now I had two hard poles in my hands which I was softly stroking, caressing my price with tender love.

Mike placed his hands and the back of my head and pulled my face towards his dick. While I was licking his shaft and sucking on his balls, Bart got behind me, stuck 2 fingers in my well fucked cunt and started lubing up my ass. Then he slowly started pushing in, driving his hard cock up my butt hole. 

When I was adjusted to Bart's dick up my ass, I wanted a DP so I let Mike's dick fall from my mouth and sat my pussy on his dick. Then Bart took his rightful place up my ass again. The next 10 minutes were a blur, I came time after time real intense and just collapsed on Mike's body on the verge of passing out until they both dumped their last load of the night in my body.

It was actually still pretty early when we went to bed, but we had to be well rested for the rest of the week, as we knew it would be a lot of fun and exhausting...

Hope you have enjoyed the story. If you did, let me know, there is more to confess ;)

Love,

Vero 



Work Can Wait



I was in the right place at the right time and was accepted into a skilled trades apprenticeship.I have the rather unique position of being the only woman in this particular trade at my plant.

I have a rather large body type for my height.I am only 5'2", but, I am packed pretty tight, large breasts, long auburn hair and brown eyes. Not gorgeous, but pleasant to look at, bedroom eyes and a nice round ass and lips begging for a kiss, or so I've been told.

Even for a girl my size, there are dozens of men hitting on me every day. It is a really nice ego booster. I am rather outspoken, always have been, so I fit right in with the "guys". I do my fair share of teasing and sexual innuendos.

I was on my 3rd summer and decided to see what it was like on 2nd shift. Well, let me tell you, the guys are so laid back! Only one supervisor and department head instead of 20 or so on day shift. So there are ALOT of things and behaviors that go unnoticed. Now for my story....

I had noticed John a few times riding up and down the aisles on his fork truck. Always smiled and said "Hi", but that was the extent of it. I am a very open, friendly person, saying hello to all and asking how they are doing. I honestly like people and am interested and it shows, so I have many friendly aquaintances at work. Through a mutual friend, I find out that John thinks I am "one hot chick". So when I went to his shift for the summer I decided to pursue that little tidbit of information to my benefit and his.

He drove by where I was working and invited me to have lunch with him later. He has keys to an office one of his buddies let him use to eat lunch and chill out in the air conditioning. I met him at 7 and we had a nice talk. Said he's had the hots for me for a few years. I said why have you waited so long to tell me? He informed me he was rather shy when it comes to women and he never expected his friend to tell me about his "crush" on me.

Oh boy, nothing I like better than a challenge! Time to bring this man out of his shell. I told him I thought he was a very good looking man. He is about 6'4" , close cropped brown hair, warm, sexy amber eyes and a few dimples. He is rather stocky. Nice big chest. I couldn't wait to rub my hands across it. The friendly chats went on for a few days then I got ready to open him up to my way of thinking.

The guys I worked with took a pretty extended lunch due to the lack of supervision. So I was able to be gone for an hour without any questions. There are 2 desks with reclining office chairs and a couch for visiting vendors, etc. The office was in an unused area in the evening so this was a great opportunity I wasn't about to waste.

I wear a pair of blue coveralls that aren't very fashionable, but underneath I had a few surprises for him. I had on a sexy red bra, that just barely peeked out of the lowcut coveralls as I never do up the top button. And I decided not to wear any panties for the "occassion". I walked into the office and smiled at him as he was lounging back in one of the chairs with his feet propped up on the desk.

"You know what baby?", I said "Here we are just the 2 of us. We have stated our mutual attraction for each other and we have quite a bit of time on our hands". He turned beet red and didn't know what to say. So I walked over to him and took his hands and placed them on my 44D's and reached down to plant a soft kiss on him. His hands were shaking a bit at first. I really took him by surprise. His eyes never left mine as I pulled him out of the chair and led him over to the couch. I had him sit down and said, "Relax baby, I have a few things I want to show you". I slowly unbuttoned my coveralls and let them fall to the floor. He reached out to me and pulled me down to straddle his lap and started to kiss me slow and deep. He reached around and unclasped my bra. As I pulled it off, he took my breasts in his hands and started rolling my nipples around with his thumbs. That really got me going and I was leaving a rather damp spot on the front of his jeans. He slowly moved his hands down and cupped my dripping pussy. I was so hot thinking, my god I am at work, this has always been a fantasy of mine. He was becoming bolder by the minute. His hands were all over me and his breathing was getting ragged. "Baby", he said, "I want you so bad I can't take it". He stood me up so he could remove his jeans.

He nudged me over to the desk, (those things are just the right height-LOL), and had me sit on it facing him. He sat in the chair directly in front of me and placed my legs around his shoulder and started to kiss the insides of my thighs. I was shuddering with anticipation. He sure wasn't the shy man I had been talking to at this moment. He finally reached my aching pussy and slowly licked around it, then pushed his tongue inside as far as he could, over and over, then he licked around my clit and started to suck directly on it. I was bucking up and down on the desk and pinching my nipples as he brought me to my first orgasm. It really added to the intensity due to the location.

I cleared my head enough to get off the desk, kiss him deep and hard and sink to my knees in front of him. His cock was beautiful. Long and thick, compact balls that I couldn't wait to pop into my mouth. I stroked the lenght of his shaft a few times as I nuzzled and licked his sweet sac. He was moaning and saying how hot I was and how good it felt to have me touching him. I started licking the tip of his cock and up and down his shaft while caressing his balls. I took his balls in my hand as I started to deep throat him. Pulling them ever so gently as I went deeper. He was shaking and moaning as he shot his load down my throat.

He was still hard and wanted more and I'm not one to argue, so when he bent me over the desk and started massaging my ass and then to my pleasant surprise, spanked me a few times. That really got me going. I was telling him how fucking hot I was and how I wanted him to ram that hard cock inside me. He reached around and started tweaking my nipples and lightly biting my neck and shoulders and upper back.

He entered me slowly, just the tip, (how I love that). Then sank all the way in. My cunt muscles were clinging to that huge cock for all they were worth. He was thrusting into me and I was bucking back to match his tempo. We were both dripping with sweat and all you could hear was the slapping sound of his balls against my ass and the sweet sucking sounds of my pussy taking his cock in and out. He reached around and started to rub my clit with his thumb and I went over the edge. I just started cumming and gushing my juices all over his cock and that set him off. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting deeper and harder and I felt his cock twitch inside me and shoot his load. He seemed to cum forever. I stood up and kissed him and said "My, my, that was the best dinner I've had in a long time". He kissed me and said "Better get back to work darlin', I will definitely enjoy the pleasure of your company while your here on my shift". After that, it was a very enjoyable summer with lots of long "lunches". Maybe I'll cum back next year.......



Work: Caught by the Cook



Author's note: this was written at the request of a reader. Hopefully I did it justice... there will be a second part of the story as well, also requested =)

-------------------------------------

Rob worked as a cook at a family restaurant, he was the only cook on late in the evenings because there just weren't that many people going in and out. At thirty-five years old this wasn't really where he had expected to be, but he liked the place and he liked the people It was enough pay to live on and have some for fun, and that's what he liked... lots of people liked to come eat there because he was a good cook and they liked the intimacy of it. Certain people worked at certain times during the day, there was a comforting security to it that was so often missing in modern busy lives. 

There was also only one waitress on in the late evenings, the beautiful brunette Wendy. Twenty-seven years old and gorgeous, she was leggy and always had a smile for everyone... he actually wasn't sure what attracted him the most, her good looks or her personality. Wendy was the unassuming kind of girl, the one who didn't know she was beautiful, didn't know how sexy she was. And she was one of the most genuinely nice people he'd ever met.

The two of them were pretty much in charge of closing down the restaurant, Pop Miller would open it in the morning - it was his place - but Rob was the usual closer. Tonight things were winding down a little earlier than usual, he had finished his cleaning in record time. It helped that no one had wanted anything from the fryers at the end, he'd ended up closing those down and cleaning them up early.

As usual Wendy had disappeared to the back storage room to get things straightened up and organized back there. He went back looking for her, excited to be getting home early... she didn't need to straighten the whole room - even though she usually did. They could both go home early tonight.

On his way back he heard some odd moans coming down the hall, frowning he quickened his pace and then blushed as he realized that the moans sounded oddly... erotic... could she? No... stopping at the door he peeked in through the crack that was left open... 

Wendy was bent over with her breasts hanging out of her shirt, although he could see too much of them. What he could see mostly was her creamy thighs and ass and her pale pink pussy which she was stroking with one of her hands. Her other hand was preoccupied by pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts.

Stifling a moan, the horny cook stared lustfully at her gorgeous ass... he'd always admired it from afar when it was covered, but he never thought he'd ever be so lucky as to see it for real. Rob was most definitely an ass man, and Wendy had a fantastic one; curvy, firm, and now he could see that it was completely unblemished and ivory. Although he knew that it was wrong to be watching, that he should probably go back down the hallway and come back walking loudly so that she would know he was there... he couldn't help it. He wanted to enjoy the view of her ass pointing straight at him, and the way its tight hole winked at him as she plunged her fingers into her wet pussy, he wanted to enjoy watching her pleasure herself...

So rather than retreating or saying anything, he quietly reached into his pants and began to fist his dick, his eyes locked onto her upturned rear and pussy. He wished it was his dick rather than her two fingers in her pussy, but watching was almost as good. Squeezing himself and moving his hand up and down the shaft, rubbing the head, he watched lustfully as her ass waved in the air. 

"Oh... Oh... yes..." she started panting, moaning really. The hand that had been playing with her breasts abandoned them to steady herself, she clung to the shelves in front of her as her fingers pressed deeper into her pussy. Then one of her fingers slipped out of her pussy and back to her ass, sliding into the tight hole erotically. Rob nearly groaned as he watched this invasion of her back door, Wendy was so innocent looking that he'd had no idea she could possibly be into something like THAT. Seeing her actually playing with herself - and then sticking a finger in her ass! - just completely blew him away. 

He had to be the luckiest man on earth...

As she continued to stroke her holes he started wondering how often she did this. Wendy always went to straighten up the backroom while he cleaned the kitchen... no one else was ever around and by now she surely knew exactly how long it took him to clean up. She could do this every single day and no one would ever know... it sure gave new meaning to when she would tell him, "I'm going to the back."! 

Rob wondered if she said it that way on purpose... perhaps every day she would come back here and masturbate, sticking her fingers up her ass.

His mind stopped wandering when she started actually talking dirty... and one of the things that she said was his name.

"Oh yes... Oh God Yes.... give it to me... give it to me deep... oh you dirty man Rob... oh you're in my ass.... oh God Rob... your dick is so far up my ass.... oh I can feel it! Oh.. it hurts so good..." Wendy was completely lost in her own world, a second finger pushing into her tight ass hole as she moaned and moved her hips against the air. Rob suddenly realized that she was imagining a man behind her, fucking her tight ass while she played with her pussy... and that the man she was picturing was him.

It was almost enough to make him cum right there on the spot... but he couldn't be totally sure it was him could he? Did she even know any other Rob's?

His dick swelled in his hand, anxious to get at her tight ass the way she was obviously imagining. Her hips were moving back and forth as her fingers pumped in and out of her holes, her legs trembling to stay up as she fucked herself. Practically hanging off the shelf now, she was clinging to it with one hand, hanging on for dear life as she moved her fingers faster and faster. Hah, if he was fucking her ass she'd have to be hanging on with both hands, no way he would hold back enough for her to hang on with one... it'd be his hand in her pussy not hers.

Wendy's breasts were flopping back and forth underneath her as she moved, her mouth hanging open as she panted erotically. Her face was getting flushed as she frigged herself harder, moaning louder and louder, begging "Rob" to cum in her tight ass. Oh how he wanted to... his hand moved faster as hers did, matching the pace... he was groaning very softly under his breath now but she was far too lost in her own lusts to even notice. Squeezing his balls underneath him he kept himself from cumming as she moved faster and faster... his hand bore down on his dick, the same way her tight gripping as would if he was thrusting in and out of it.

"OH YES! OH YES! CUM IN MY ASS YOU DIRTY MAN! FUCK IT! FILL MY ASS UP WITH YOUR SPUNK! OH!! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING WHILE YOU CREAM MY ASS!!!" 

Rob gasped as Wendy's voice echoed through the room, although he could tell that it would be barely audible down the hall. His dick took her suggestion - even though it wasn't in her ass - and he started cumming, sperm shooting onto the door and the floor. His mind was racing even as he came... the door was partially open, did she want to be caught? She looked gorgeous as she came, flushed and pink, her pussy juices on her upper thighs and her hand pressed tightly against her holes. Gasping softly, he watched as she shuddered and sagged against the shelves.

For a moment she stood there panting, and he stood frozen. Even if he left now she'd see the mess that he'd made unless he managed to clean it up. And how was he supposed to do that while she was still in the room?

Then, to his surprise, she pulled the fingers from her pussy, but started to move the ones in her ass again, 

"Ohh.... Rob you dirty man... why aren't you done with my ass yet?? OH... yes, that feels good..."

That did it. His dick was already working its way back up again. Wendy obviously wanted it and she wanted it from him. If he didn't take this opportunity now, he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

Mouth dry he pushed the door open as her head flew up, an expression of excited surprise on her face, a fantasy that unexpectedly comes true... 

"Need some help with that?" he asked.



Work Colleagues



When he first clapped eyes on her he had to look twice...she had a presence when she entered the crowded room, and she was so pretty he didn't quite believe it the first time he looked. She stood as part of a group and must have felt his stare - turning and looking him straight in the eye, she held his gaze for a second, then another, before looking away.

He eyed the swell of her tits straining inside her sweater, her firm round arse in her long elegant skirt, and decided he had to have her. As though reading his mind, she had turned again....this time meeting his gaze for a little longer, and allowing a smile to touch her lips.

******

A few weeks later they were working closely together at their firm and were in full flirt mode. They used any excuse or pretext to arrange appointments with mutual clients together, and when they weren't on appointments he called her every day. Dan wondered whether he would ever get to fuck her, since she was married......and Katie wondered whether all these meetings and phone conversations actually constituted having an affair.

She reassured herself that she hadn't done anything wrong....yet. She ached to kiss him and touch him, yet the fear and the guilt stopped her. She longed for him to make the first move.

Dan, however, knew that if he waited long enough, she would take that final step into having a full blown affair with him. It came one afternoon when they parted company at the car park - he sitting in his car, her on her way back to hers. Impulsively, she leaned into his car and kissed him on the mouth. Dan murmured appreciatively as she moved away, and she hesitated....heeding the signal he'd been waiting for, Dan reached out and pulled her back towards him, closing his lips strongly over hers and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Katie wa stunned by the force of his kiss, and consumed by a lust and passion at that moment that she had never experienced before.

***********

Their car park liaisons became more frequent and more passionate over the coming weeks, although it would be several months before they would have sex. Dan had to settle for groping her luscious tits through her shirt as she squirmed in the passenger seat, pushing her hand inside his trousers to massage his rigid cock. Working a hand up her skirt one morning, Dan found stocking tops and a thong....pushing the fabric to one side, he groaned into Katie's mouth when he felt her slick, shaven pussy and thrust two fingers gently inside. She gasped and closed her cool hand around his cock. With the feel of her slippery cunt around his fingers, her breath in his mouth and her hand pumping his cock, Dan lost all control and squirted thick ropey come all over the car seat.

On another occasion in her car, Katie worked his 8 incher out of his trousers and, after a cursory glance around, lowered her warm mouth over his cock and began sucking and tonguing him. It took Dan less than two minutes to empty his throbbing balls into her soft, willing mouth as he reached under her skirt and fingered her wet pussy. Katie swallowed every drop of his creamy come as she looked up into his eyes, deftly tucking his cock back into his pants and sitting up just as the car park attendant strolled by...

********

At last, one hot August day they had managed to fix up an afternoon together with no appointments. Fed up with having nowhere to go and desperate to fuck her properly, Dan had her follow him in his car to a deserted country spot. They parked in a lay by and walked hand in hand over the stile into a field. They talked and laughed, wandering as far as they dared into a field further from the road. Eventually they found a shady place to sit, away from prying eyes and curious sheep, and settled back against each other to take in the view.

Dan gently massaged Katie's shoulders to relax her, slowly lowering his head to kiss and suck her neck. As she sighed, he moved his hand further down into the waistband of her skirt, into her black cotton thong. She was already wet and he murmured to her as slipped his fingers inside her cunt.

"Do you like that," he whispered, withdrawing his fingers and massaging her clit with her own juice. She was breathing hard, reaching behind her to feel for his cock through his trousers. Dan felt his cock straining and leaking fluid, but was determined to taste her before they were done.

He lay back on the warm grass and told her to straddle his face. Katie looked around nervously - always a "good girl" at heart - but scooted up his chest and then knelt with one knee either side of his head. Dan held up her skirt, hooked her thong to the side and gazed in fascination at her moist pussy. It wasn't so much shaven as neatly, closely trimmed. He nuzzled his face into her glistening, swollen lips, breathing in her light musky scent. He slipped a finger inside her, pumping gently, then flattened his tongue against her clit. Katie gasped and fell forward, supporting herself with her arms as Dan licked and fingered her to the point of no return. His movements got more urgent as she ground her hips and pushed against his mouth, urging him to finger her more deeply, to tongue her clit more firmly.

Just as Katie was about to come, Dan suddenly disappeared from beneath her.

"Don't move," he instructed, kneeling up behind her. He looked down at her on all fours in the grass, black skirt up over her back, face flushed, waiting to be fucked. This was what he had imagined right from the beginning.

He took out his large cock, which was now swollen and purple, and rubbed the shaft once or twice, releasing more sticky pre-cum. His balls felt tight and full as he looked down at her ready cunt. She looked back at him and rotated her hips, slowly, sensuously. He pressed the large, mushroom head of his prick against her and she moaned loudly, tossing her hair. With one short thrust, he was inside her. She was burning hot, and so tight that he nearly lost it right there and then. 

He moved slowly inside her, watching his huge prick stretch her tight pussy wide as she gasped. He began to build momentum, making his strokes longer and firmer, reaching around to free her large tits from her bra and massage her erect nipples. Katie slipped a hand down between her legs to rub her clit, now crying out with each stroke of Dan's enormous prick. Dan wet his thumb with saliva, slid it between her full arse cheeks and pressed it against her virgin hole. As her fucked her he abruptly pushed his thumb into her asshole.

He felt the wet, burning walls of her pussy grip his cock like a firm hand, as wave after wave of muscular contractions swept through her. Her juices boiled and seethed around his pistoning cock as she came, panting and gasping.

Dan waited until she was finished, holding his pulsating cock inside her until she had her breath back. Slowly he withdrew.

"Turn around," he instructed. Obediently, Katie turned on her knees, and took his glistening cock into her mouth. One light touch of her feather soft tongue, one look at her flushed face which told the world she had been well-fucked, and Dan was there. His cock swelled in her mouth and he spurted jet after jet of hot come into her throat, groaning loudly at the release. She closed her eyes, tasting the saltiness of him as he finished filling her mouth, before she swallowed.

And that was just the start of the 2 year long affair...