2 comments/ 135766 views/ 17 favorites His Fetish Discovered at Work By: Parklife It started off just like any other day at the office, meetings, files, lunch, more meetings, paperwork, etc… It was nearing 5pm and I was looking forward to getting out of the office and hitting happy hour with some friends. Friday nights were time for relaxation, good friends and good beer. I had one more meeting to go and it was an internal meeting with a co-worker so it wouldn’t be bad at all. Brenda had been working with us for the past 6 months. A great worker, she was still a bit rough around the edges and we often had short meetings that had more to do with training her in details of the business than actual work. Just the way to finish a Friday. Before heading towards her office I grabbed my notebook in case I needed it for anything. Walking in and closing the door behind me, I sat in the seat opposite her desk. While I was happy in my own relationship with my girlfriend, I can acknowledge that Brenda was a beautiful girl. She was in her mid 20s, long brown hair, a fabulous figure (thin without being too thin… enough curves to catch your eye) and she had a beautiful face that showed off her Spanish heritage. The dark rimmed glasses brought attention toward her eyes which carried a glimmer of warmth regardless of how her day was going. “So, what’s going on today? Having problems with the balance sheets?” I asked. “Not exactly, but I did want to talk to you about something,” she replied. Something in her tone should have put me on guard, but only in hindsight could I recognize that fact. “Remember when I needed to use your computer to run some of those calculations for the Findler projections on Tuesday?” “Yeah, you didn’t seem to have any problems at all and I saw the projections. They looked great.” “Thank you. I don’t want you to think I was snooping or anything but when I was looking for some of the documents to run them, I ran into some files,” she started to explained. “Yeah.” I had no idea where she was going with this. “Well, I just wanted to let you know… I know about the creampie stories on your computer,” she said matter of factly. My draw nearly dropped to the floor. In all the world, I never would have thought I’d be sitting across from her hearing those words come from her mouth. My mind began racing… I knew not to visit the story sites from work. I knew not to download the stories. I should have known better than to leave them somewhere accessible. I tried to remember here they were? She must have sensed the train running through my brain. “I don’t mean to get you on edge. And don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone.” Immediately a sense of relief washed over me. “I just wanted you to know I found them. That you aren’t covering your tracks as well as you think you are. I don’t care what you do at work. But I know Mr. Bender would think different if he ever came across anything like that.” Mr. Bender, our boss, surely would think different. I’d be out the door and on my ass, and this wasn’t the kind of economy I wanted to be jobless in. “Well, thanks Brenda. I, uhhh, really appreciate it,” I confessed. “You don’t know how much I appreciate your attitude about this.” I was still embarrassed, and I’m sure my cheeks were beet red. But, knowing she was going to keep this between us helped to settle my mind down a little bit. “I must admit,” Brenda stated. “I never would have guessed you’d be into something like that. Does Jennifer know?” My girlfriend Jennifer knew for years and while it wasn’t her favorite sexual activity, it was certainly one she could appreciate from time to time. Thank god for that. “Ummm, yeah. Actually, she loves it.” I was stretching the truth, but what the hell. “Well, I just wanted to warn you. That’s all.” “Again, thanks, Brenda.” And that was that. I left her office and cleaned up and made ready to meet the guys at the bar. I knew I’d need a drink that night, but it was for far more than the typical relaxation. Walking out of work I passed Brenda on the way to the door. She didn’t say anything but simply returned a look and smiled as I headed to my car. My stomach was in my chest the rest of the evening at how close I was and how stupid I must have been to leave that stuff so accessible on my computer. A week passed and I was soon back to my normal self not thinking anything more about my meeting with Brenda the week before. When Friday rolled around I was ready for the my weekend to begin. I got into the office, went over the day’s schedule and was relieved to find that nothing was really going on that day. A day to get caught up on my computer and perhaps have some time to just unwind on company time. As I finished up my first cup of coffee I saw Brenda walk past my office on her way to her own. A glance at the clock confirmed that she was about 20 minutes late to work. I knew I sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything to anyone. Hell, as far as I was concerned, I owed her a lot more than forgetting about a late morning. My phone intercom buzzed, “Matt?” “Yeah?” I replied to the voice I recognized as Brenda’s. “Can you come into my office and go over a few things?” “Sure, I’ll be there in a minute.” For the last week Brenda didn’t treat me any differently than she had prior to her computer discovery and I was extremely grateful that the ‘incident’ wasn’t going to cause any problems from a work perspective. I walked into her office and she was seated at her desk, her chair pushed back a few feet. “Could you close the door?” I did as she asked and only then noticed that something might be wrong. It looked as if she was rushed into work. Her hair wasn’t done up as usual and her clothes were a bit of a mess. “Is everything ok??” “Look, I’m going to be honest. After I found your stories and you told me how much Jennifer enjoyed you eating her out after sex, my interest was piqued. I went and did some searching for stories on my own. I found a website, did some reading and I really enjoyed it. Then I wanted to try it.” As soon as I heard her start talking, I could feel my boxers begin to tighten, but I had no idea where she was going with this. I sat down in the chair opposite her desk. “So, I talked to Adam and brought it up. He said no way, any guy that would do that has to be a fagot. I didn’t tell him I knew otherwise. At first I was upset but as the day went on, I realized I’d have a willing person here.” And with that she parted her legs and lifted each of her thighs onto the arm rests of her chair. It was then I noticed that she was wearing a skirt. My eyes immediately traveled up her legs and the sight of her light yellow cotton panties left no question about why she was late. Her panties were wet, beyond wet. This wasn’t a turned on girl, it was a freshly fucked girl. “I want you to clean my pussy you little cum slut,” she growled at me. “But…” “No buts, I read those stories, I know what you like. You get off on the thought of serving someone like this. And if you don’t do it, everyone in the office will know your little secret.” While what she said was true, (most of the stories I read have to do with dominant women and submissive men) I’d never been in this kind of situation with anyone but my girlfriend. While my cock was straining in my pants my mind was still trying to figure out what to do. “Now.” Without thinking, I moved around her desk and got on my knees. As my head slowly dropped between her legs, the aroma of her pussy and the contents of it became intoxicating. I placed my lips on one of her thighs as my hands reached to her hips and grabbed the sides of her panties. Her legs moved from their resting position on the sides of the chair and closed in around my head. She moved her hands to the armrests and shifted upward slightly so that I could the panties from her body. As I slid the panties down her legs everything hit me like a truck… the smell, the sight, the danger of being in her office at work. My hormones raged, my cock pulsed in my pants but my mind was still trying to think of a way out. “But I have a girlfriend,” I protested. “This isn’t about girlfriends… you’ve got no choice, you dirty fucking prick.” Once her panties were off she put her legs back onto the arm rests, sat her butt at the edge of the chair and demanded, “Now eat my cum filled cunt.” Settling down between her legs, I looked at on of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. She had a gorgeous pussy with lips that hung slightly, just enough to suck and pull on. It looked like she kept her lips cleanly shaven but left a small triangle of hair that ended at her clit. But that wasn’t what kept my attention. Although she had been fucked right before coming to work, I could see that a vast amount of cum had leaked out of her pussy and had been caught between her panties and her crotch. It had been smeared everywhere and her whole pussy was a glistening cum covered treat just waiting for me to dive in. Parts of her pussy looked merely glazed and some of it had clumps of cum. “What are you waiting for??” With those words I dove right in. After an initial moan, Brenda began to talk to me, “I knew I just wanted to feel someone’s tongue diving into my pussy after it had been filled with cum. When Adam wouldn’t do it I thought I’d never get to experience this. Then I remembered, this is exactly the kinds of stories you read. And I knew I’d fulfill my fantasy. Ohh yeah, that feels so good. Do you like that?” Boy, did I ever. I’d never tasted another man’s cum before and the difference from my own shocked me. It was muskier, stronger than mine. I left a slight burn at the back of my throat each time I swallowed. It tasted somehow tart, yet sweet at the same time. I could only groan my acknowledgement. “You’d better do a good job. Don’t miss any,“ she ordered. My lips moved from her lips to the mound of hair above her clit. The hair was matted with cum and I had to get the hairs into my mouth and suck the cum off of them. It was more work than she wanted to deal with and she displayed her impatience by bucking her hips towards me. “Make sure you do a good job cum sucker, but you’d better hurry up before someone starts knocking.” I had forgotten where we were and the fear of getting caught in this position spurred me on. When I was satisfied that I’d gotten every bit of cum from her hair, I slid my tongue back down between those sweet pussy lips and shoved my tongue as far as possible into her. As I had suspected, most of the cum had already leaked out and I was quickly getting it cleaned up. I was beginning to taste her more metallic natural juices and I pulled back to survey my work. Noticing some smeared cum that had made its way toward her ass, I lifted her ass slightly with my hands as my tongue began to swirl my tongue making sure not to miss a drop. I could sense that she had begun playing with her clit and the thought that she was getting herself off with me right there nearly made me blow my own load in my pants. “Oh yeah, lick it you slut. Clean that cum from everywhere. Oh god, stick that tongue inside my pussy. Now, oh, do it now.” Who was I to argue, I did as I was told. By the gyrations of her hips and the low moans she allowed to emanate from her lips gave me all the clues I needed to know she was about to cum. I completely covered her sex, buryied my tongue into her and sucked as she came to the pinnacle of her orgasm. I was rewarded with one last small spurt of cum that had hid deep inside her. One of her hands gripped my hair tightly as her orgasm came and subsided. “Oh God that is incredible. I never could have imagined it would feel like that.” Gasping for breathe I responded, “I don’t think I’ve ever eat that much cum.” As she put her legs back down onto the floor and grabbed at her panties that were on the floor she looked at me and said, “And now that I know what it feels like, this is only the beginning.” Stuffing her panties into her purse, she stood straightened her skirt. “Now that’s a way to start a Friday. I think you’d better get yourself downstairs to the restroom and get cleaned up. I’m not sure everyone will be so accepting of your glazed chin,” she said with a chuckle. “umm… no one will know about this right? I mean no one?” “I’m not out to give myself a reputation you know. So, you just keep doing your part like a good little cum eater and things will work out just fine.” Work suddenly became a lot more interesting from that day on. ___________________________ Please take the time to send me some feedback on the story you just read. I look forward to hearing your comments. His Fetish Discovered at Work Ch. 02 The week after my initial encounter with Brenda started off normally enough, but soon I realized that she wasn’t about to forget what had happened between us. I couldn’t help but notice that her demeanor towards me had changed when we got into work Monday. Whereas before, she was always courteous and continually looking to help out in any way she could, now I had the impression she was being rather rude. All of yesterday she didn’t say a word to me and brusquely brushed past me throughout the day. Today didn’t seem to be any better, as she completely ignored me in the hall. I didn’t want to confront her with this or bring up her change in attitude to anyone in the office; I was still deathly afraid that she would tell someone what had happened despite her assurances. So, I went along pretending that nothing had changed. I thought that if I let things slide, tried to stay out of her way, and forgot about what it was like to be between her legs, she would eventually forget about the whole thing, and we could move past the experience. When she asked me to come into her office Tuesday morning, those hopes were quickly dashed. “Hey Matt, sorry I didn’t get to talk to you yesterday. You know how busy things were around here.” “Ummm, yeah, it was real busy. No problem.” “Are you ok with everything?” “What do you mean?” I asked. “You know… about what happened last Friday? I wanted to know if you were cool with things.” “Yeah, sure… whatever. I’m ok with it,” I replied, trying to play it cool. “Good. I was a bit worried after you didn’t seem to want anything to do with me yesterday.” “Me??” “Look, never mind. Maybe we were both acting a bit weird,” she stated. “Anyway, I wanted to be sure you were ok.” “Well, to be honest, I was hoping we could put it behind us and just move on. You know, get back to how we were before it happened,” I confided. I could see a look of dejection on her face for a moment before she spoke defensively. “What? You didn’t like it? You certainly seemed to enjoy it.” “It’s not that,” I stammered. I was about to go on, but she cut me off. “I know it’s not. The way you were eating me out, I could tell you loved it. And so did I. I couldn’t get it out of my mind all weekend. I kept thinking of looking down at your face buried between my legs, your tongue darting into my cum filled pussy.” “And what about Adam?” I asked, referring to her boyfriend. “I told you about him on Friday. He’ll never do anything like that. ‘A front to his manhood’ or something,” she said mockingly. “He certainly benefited from my mood all weekend. I think I wore him out for the rest of this week. But I think I want to been eaten out after sex again.” I had a feeling she was going to say that, but there‘s no way I was going to go for it. “Brenda, remember, we’re both in relationships. I don’t know about you, but I’m quite happy in mine. I feel bad enough as it is about what happened. I’d rather not jeopardize things,” I pleaded. I thought that if I could show her that I really wasn’t comfortable with this, she might accept it. “Don’t get me wrong Matt, I would never leave Adam or want to ruin our relationship either. But I have this urge, this desire…” she trailed off. For a moment neither of us spoke, and I could see in her expression that her mind were somewhere else. I knew she was thinking about last Friday, and I hoped she was realizing this wasn’t worth risking our current relationships. “What if I watched?” she asked. “Huh?? Watched what?” I replied, puzzled at her suggestion. “Well, if you won’t eat it out of my pussy, what if I watched you eat it out of Jennifer’s? I know it’s not the same, but maybe it’ll help.” “What?!” I exclaimed. “Jenny would never go for that. Besides, how on earth would I explain that one?? ‘Oh yeah, honey, Brenda’s going to sit here on the side of the bed and watch. Do you mind?’ She’d have my hide in a heartbeat!” “Well, that’s not exactly what I was thinking. Though I like that thought as well,” she smirked. “No, I mean, is there somewhere in your bedroom that I could be when it happened? Somewhere I can see but not be seen watching?” “I don’t know, Brenda. This seems a bit out there to me,” I sputtered. My mind had already started playing with the idea. Maybe there was a spot she could hide. Our closet had one of those sliding track doors with shutter style blinds. “You’re the one responsible for this. If it weren’t for you and your stories and then what you did to me on Friday, I wouldn’t even being saying this. And you’ll be with your girlfriend, so what’s the big deal?” She had a point; or at least it sounded like she did. And I couldn’t deny the fact that just thinking about her watching us turned me on. “I guess there is a closet you could hide in,” I relented. “Good. Give her a call. Nothing like a lunchtime quickie in the middle of the week,” she stated. “You mean today?!” I was just getting used to the idea, let alone ready to put the plan into action. The reality of it all was starting to hit me. “Yeah today. Come on. Please?? We might as well do it now before either one of us gets cold feet anyway.” Looking at the expression on her face, I couldn’t help but start to back down. There’s only so much resistance I could put up to a beautiful woman. “Well, let me give her a call,” I conceded reluctantly. “She might not even be in the mood.” A few moments later, I found myself sitting at my desk wondering how exactly I got myself into this predicament. Actually, I knew how I got into it. I’d always been a sucker for a pretty girl. And the whole idea had turned me on the moment she brought it up. For a moment, I toyed with the idea of not even calling Jenny. I could tell Brenda that she wasn’t available or that she wasn’t feeling good or something. Perhaps if I did, Brenda would get those cold feet she had mentioned. The mere thought that she’d back out seemed to be the deciding factor, and my hand immediately went for the phone. I wanted this just as badly as she did. “Good Afternoon, Jennifer speaking,” I heard my girlfriend answer as she picked up the phone. “Ohhh..” I moaned into the receiver, “You have such a sexy voice; it gets me hard just hearing it.” “Matt?? Nice, nice way to start a conversation.” I could hear the sarcasm in her voice, but I knew she enjoyed hearing me talk dirty to her while she was at work. “What are you doing for lunch, hon?” I asked. “Nothing yet.” “How about you meet me at the house for a quick snack?” I asked. “What do we have to eat?” “You.” “Matt!!” she shouted under her breath. “I see what this is all about. You seemed a bit out of it this weekend. I should have known you were just horny.” “What do you say? I’ll make it worth your while.” “Oh, I have no doubts about that. I’ll make sure you do.” We agreed to meet around noon. I told her I’d get there a little early and be ready for her. As the hour drew closer to lunchtime, my mind was as far away from work as possible. I kept thinking about Brenda in the closet watching us. I wondered if she’d be playing with herself and if she’d enjoy the show. I tried to imagine Jennifer and how she would react if she knew. She had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, wearing short skirts, see through blouses and such. But never, in the time we had gone out, had we ever done anything sexual where people could see us. Around 11:40, Brenda walked into my office. “Ready to go?” she asked excitedly. Evidently, those cold feet were no where to be found. “You sure you still want to do this?” “More than ever, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” she admitted. “I hope I have a good view. I bet it will be almost as good as watching your head between my own legs.” “Shhh!!” I tried to quiet her. I didn’t feel comfortable talking about this in my office. You never know who could walk by. As we drove to my house a few miles away, neither of us said much of anything. I think we were both a bit preoccupied. We arrived at my house and I figured we had about 10 minutes until Jenny got there. We walked towards the back of the house and into the bedroom. “Clean much?” Brenda giggled. “Hey, we weren’t expecting company back here.” I said wryly. “So, where’s my seat?” “Back here in the closet.” I walked to the closet and moved the sliding door. Shoving the clothes down the hanging rod, I was able to create just enough room for someone to stoop in the corner if they bent at their knees. “Quick, close the door and I’ll make sure I can see.” I did as she suggested and heard her through the door, “Perfect!” She slid the door open from inside and stepped out. “Looks like someone’s already excited,” she proclaimed starring down at the slight bulge in my pants. “Yeah, well…” I blushed. I heard the faint sound of our car pulling up into the drive and told Brenda to hurry up and get into the closet. “And be quiet!” I instructed as I made my way out of the bedroom. Jennifer walked in the front door and tossed her purse on the living room recliner. “Babe?” she called out. “Hey sweetie, I’m here.” I responded walking down the hallway. “Bad news, Stan called a meeting, and I need to be back soon. But I got so wet after you called me, I didn’t want to cancel.” She led me back to the bedroom, taking her blouse off as she entered. I responded by pulling my own shirt over my head and made my way towards the bed. I watched Jenny slide her skirt over her hips and kick it toward the corner with her feet. She stood for a moment before me, wearing nothing but her thong bottoms and bra. I gazed at her feminine form. The beautiful curves of her breasts were held up by the thin cotton fabric of her bra. Her thong bottoms, with their high cut straps, cut just above her hips. Before walking towards the bed, she peeled the thong from her legs. I quickly pushed my pants and boxers down about my knees. “Now, I think you were looking for something to eat,” she said as she came towards me and pushed me back down towards the bed. Before I could reply, she was pulling her knees up to straddle either side of my face. “I think this is just what you had in mind,” I heard her say as she lowered her pussy to my face. As my tongue dove into her wetness, I felt the weight of her body begin to grind onto my lips. She loved to ride me hard grinding her clit into my tongue. “Oh yeah, that’s my little boy,” she moaned. Suddenly, I thought about Brenda watching from the closet. I had forgotten about her for a moment but now wondered if she heard how Jennifer talked to me. I was slightly embarrassed, then remembered she had talked similarly last week. Pushing up on Jennifer’s thighs slightly I asked, “Do you want to climb on my cock?” “Oh no, I want you just like this,” she answered. “You’re going to eat my pussy until we’re both satisfied.” She often took control and rode my mouth to orgasm whenever she was in the mood. I knew this wasn’t why we were here, but Brenda would just have to deal with it. “You like that don’t you, baby?” she prodded. “Oh yes, I’d do anything for you… “ I managed to squeeze out between her thrusts as my tongue darted in and around her clit. “Oh that‘s right,” she muttered. “I’ll take you and use you until I’m done with you. You’re my little fuck slave.” I could only nod in agreement as her pussy ground into my lips and gums. “Mmmhmm… I want to see you play with yourself,” she demanded as her head twist to look behind her. “Stroke that tiny cock.“ She enjoyed watching me masturbate and I knew that it would bring her to orgasm to see me stroking my dick in my hands as I ate her out. I had been hard since before she even got home and was already turned on to no end so I knew I wouldn’t last long. I began to play with my cock as she talked to me, fucking my face. “That’s it. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?? You’ll do whatever I tell you to; won’t you?” The words from her mouth and the feel of my hands sliding up and down my cock had my orgasm building. I was trying to hold out from exploding all over my stomach before she came, but I wasn‘t sure how long I‘d last.. “Come for me baby, come all over your tummy. That’s it; stroke that little prick for me.” That was it. I couldn’t hold out anymore. My tongue dove as deep into her pussy as I could thrust it, and the taste of her pussy overwhelmed my taste buds… My cock began to erupt as my orgasm washed over me and I began to shoot warm thick cum onto my stomach and up onto my chest. “That’s it. Oh yeah, baby. Cum for me,” she screamed. I thought she was on the brink of her own orgasm. To my surprise, she began to lift her hips from my face. I had no clue what was going on, but I knew she hadn’t cum yet. Even though I’d already had my own orgasm, I hoped she wasn’t ready to stop. “Ummhmm, you’re my little fuck slut; aren’t you?” she again asked. “Yes, please, please let me finish,” I pleaded. “Oh, don’t worry, you aren’t done yet.” As she slid off my face, her crotch descended onto my cum soaked stomach. As she rubbed her pussy across my belly, I thought she would start to play with her clit and bring herself to orgasm as she stroked her pussy across my softening cock. Instead, she picked herself up off my body and slid her left hand between her legs to corral a strand of cum that had formed between the lips of her pussy and my stomach. She gathered the loose strand and once it released from my skin, I watched as she rubbed it back onto the top of her cunt. My gaze went from her cum covered pussy to her face. I saw pure lust in her eyes. She didn’t say a word as her legs shifted back up on either side of my face. I was able to make out the words, “I love you,” before she lowered her creamed pie onto my face. She either ignored my words or didn’t quite hear them as she ordered, “Clean that fucking pussy, you little fucking cum slut!!” I was completely unprepared. The familiar salty, yet bitter taste of my cum reached my tongue as I moved it around her pussy. I gathered and swallowed as much of my cum as I could. Despite my attempt to swallow, it felt as if it were still stuck in the back of my throat. I continued to lick her pussy and suck the cum from her skin into my own mouth. After cleaning her clit completely, I began to suck on her loose pussy lips, taking them into my mouth and pulling them away from her body. I watched her fingers find the way to her clit as she began to play with herself right above my nose. She began to moan groans of pleasure, and I knew she was nearing her own orgasm. As she came from the multiple sensations of her own fingers and my tongue, her pussy flooded with her juices and began to coat my lips and mouth. The taste in my mouth went from my own to hers as I heard her scream in the throes of passion; her hips convulsed and bucked as her orgasm overtook her body. I felt the full weight of her body slump down upon my chest and she rolled onto her back on the bed beside me. “God, I needed that,” she sighed. “And thanks to you, I’m all cleaned up already.” She smiled and started to get off of the bed. “Oh shit! What time is it?! I need to hurry up and get back to work sweetie. I’m sorry.” As she began to rummage around the floor picking up her panties and skirt, I consoled her, “It’s ok baby. That’s the definition of a lunchtime quickie anyway.” She laughed and pointed at my stomach which still had the remnants of my orgasm, “You’d better get cleaned up and back to work yourself.” “I will, I will. It’s a slow afternoon, so no hurry.” I watched her as she put her clothes on as sexily as she had taken them off. She grabbed her blouse from the floor and walked over to the bed. “Now, if you’re a good boy, this is just the beginning. I don’t think I’m quite satisfied, and I’ll need some more attention tonight,” she told me as she leaned down to kiss me. “Gotta run hon, have a good afternoon.” She started out of the bedroom, and I heard her walk down the hall and then out the front door. A moment later, I heard the soft sound of a moan coming from the closet. My mind went to Brenda, and I arose from the bed and walked towards the closet. Instead of sliding the door, I simply placed my hand upon it As more sounds came from inside. Soon I was listening to Brenda bringing herself quickly to orgasm. As I opened the door, Brenda’s head pulled up from her chest, and I saw that she had her hand down the front of her pants which had been unbuttoned at some point. “God, that was so fucking hot,” Brenda said. I gave her my hand to pull her from the closet. “Is that what you were expecting?” I asked. “Actually no. It was better. I love how she dominates you like that. She’s so in control,” she told me. “I could never do that to Adam. He’d never put up with it.” I blushed but didn’t say anything. “And she’s right. You do have a little prick. No wonder she enjoys your tongue,” she commented and gazed down at my now shriveled cock. “I almost feel sorry for her. But I guess you make up for it with… other talents.” “Um… Yeah. I guess so,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. “Well, I’m going to run into the bathroom to clean up. I’ll be out in a second.” As I used a washcloth to clean the last traces of my noontime quickie, Brenda’s comment about my cock started to bother me. I always thought that Jenny had said those things in the throws of passion but never thought she really believed it. She had never mentioned anything about my size, or lack thereof, when we weren’t making love. It was just part of the dominating act she put on. Or at least I thought it was. Now with Brenda saying something, maybe there was some truth to it. I’d have to ask Jenny sometime. After finishing getting cleaned up, I dressed again and walked out to the living room. Brenda was busy putting on her lipstick. “Ready to get back to work?” I asked. “Yeah. But it’ll be tough to think about spreadsheets after seeing that,” she said. “You know, while you were in the bathroom, I got to thinking. Maybe we can make things work out.” “What do you mean?” “Well, perhaps we can arrange things so everyone is happy.” “I’m still not following you.” “I get my cum filled pussy eaten, you get to go down on women after sex and Jenny gets fucked by a nice big dick. I mean, it could happen you know.” “Look Brenda, don’t push it. I think this is over. Perhaps you can talk Adam into it, but let’s just get back to normal.” “Normal? I think you were far from normal already,” she said slyly. “Let’s just get back to work,” I pleaded. The drive back to work was just as silent as the drive to the house. I glanced over at Brenda. I could tell she was scheming something in that brain of hers, and I wasn’t sure if I should be scared or excited about the prospects…. ------------------------------ Please take the time to send me some feedback on the story you just read. I look forward to hearing your comments.